Kwall, they named it, after the sound Lumi made when she first saw it. Sure, some of his inner working should not be visible to the naked eye but when it stuck its tongue out like a puppy, they decided to let it stay. Instead, it was this cute, bulbous, innocent looking bundle of ectoplasm. Much to their relief, it wasn't the eldritch horror or doom bringer they were expecting. After a few minutes, the planks could no longer hold the beast and it made its way through. He quickly sounded the alarm and all the other Wizards rushed over, they turned over whatever furniture they could and took cover behind it, wands aimed at the portal ready for whatever it is that comes out. Instead of the silence he was hoping for, what he got in response was much worse, the portal began sparkling and the planks started violently shaking as something was trying to brute force its way through to his side.
Unsure if it was real or just his imagination, Whitbee knocked on it himself, hoping nothing would reply. One day, as Whitbee stood watch, a knocking on the barricade was om the inside of the portal. They took shifts monitoring it to make sure no more horrific dragons come pouring out into the Vale.
Knowing what shenanigans his questionable decor might unleash when the Harvest begins, Whitbee and the other Wizards barricaded the blue portal he had made.
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