The Psychadelic Psychic Part 5

The last time ended with Murder waking up a rather annoyed Worg who had to be confined in the Barn while they set out to try and locate their charge. The lady apparently running off with a stablehand in a rather interesting sounding tryst.

And then they got married in the woods.

And all you know is that they fled to the south. WHY?! WHY SILLY ELF DID YOU RUN OFF TO LIVE OUT SOME ROMANCE NOVEL? ;_;

Morgan looks to the group and asks "do you think they will take our coins for trail rations?"

The Goblin shrugs her shoulders to Morgan. "Well, uhm, if they use silver and gold and such for coinage... they might. Or they might give us stuff in hopes we will leave. We can also hunt and forage for our own food and such. I mean, there are several of us, it should not be too hard to survive in the woods."

Amythyst says, "If there's a river or such, we'd have an easier time.....if you don't mind fish....""

Morgan nods "I would like to have something to fall back on."

Murder looks to Amythyst and nods. "Fish is great!", she says cheerfully, smiling brightly. "I'll help you catch them." Glancing to Morgan, she shrugs. "I'm sure it will be fine. But uh, well, maybe Vaalyun can go and talk to them? See what sort of deal we can strike?" The Gobbo looks to Vaalyun expectantly. "You still have some spells, yes?"

Amythyst says, "actually Murder, I've done it most of my life. You could go for the ones near the surface...and I can dive deeper."

Morgan thinks and says "well we should get going soon."

Morgan says as she points to the south "listen we know where the town is, we can use this as a base if needed. But lets find the one we need so we can see if she wants to stay or bring him with us. But if she used charm person on him..." for once she shows a bit of anger "you will have to deal with her."

Murder shrugs again. "Okay, so uh, let's go then?"

Vaalyun is questioning one of the other stablehands to try and find out where in the south the couple might have run off to. And the cleric is getting his ear bent, as the villager just. keeps. talking. Ponies in the open prairies, runs through the wildflowers, etc., etc. "Thank you. We just need to find him. If you were looking for him, where would you start? They need somewhere to take shelter, don't they?"

Murder stares at the man, her mouth hanging open slightly, showing off all sorts of teeth. She looks at Vaalyun. "Did you get all that? What'd he say? What is he still saying? Why is he still talking, surely he couldn't have pointed and said they went that way?" Slowly, the Goblin crosses her arms and starts tapping a foot impatiently.

Amythyst is mostly standing off to the side.

Morgan watches the man talk and can tell he is a farm hand hy sead type that is great for locals and one good night. "forest tend to make great shelter, but open planes do not."

"Whelp..." He starts off to Vaalyun, hooking his thumbs into his pants, "I mean, if I was lookin' for Bernard, I'd probably start by lookin' in the stables. I tell you what, he loved the horses. Running through the fields and breakin' in a new one. He always had such a firm, but gentle hand. Great with animals you see. The women of the town used to watch him riding by without his shirt on - he always complained it was so hot - with his hair whipping behind him the breeze. I tell you what, he was a real mans-man he was. I saw him helpin' his grandma, ya see. Choppin' wood for her because his grandpa passed two seasons passed - God rest his soul - but he was there near every day this last winter helpin' her out and making sure she was comfortable before tending to the horses. His Ma died you see, some ten years ago..."

"Wait... His grandmother? Where does she live?" Vaalyun asks.

Morgan sighs "so she used her elven looks to seduce the beafcake stable boy on a planet that does not know what a elf is. How stupid is she."

Amythyst smirks at Morgan. "When you are hot for someone's body.....intelligence tends to....fly out the window."

Morgan does the oh crap palm strike to her head "explanes my ex."

Murder looks to Morgan. "Maybe she could not get back up to the portal and figured she was stuck here. Taking that into consideration, finding a handsome fellow and running off with him is a sensible thing to do. Woman's gotta have some comfort and fun, right? Or maybe she's just out to enjoy herself where no one can find out?" The Goblin looks to Vaalyun, "Well.. anything more outta him? He's still talking."

"Mmmm." The friend nods his head, "Ahh yeah, right, his grandma." Another nod, "Whelp, ya see, we were once a small village and she lived just off the main road. And back then, as I hear it, she was just south of that ol tree. See, she was actually the wife of the head of the militia back then - that'd be his grandpa. He ran a tight ship, and as word has it, he used to go out with the men on patrols to take care of the local riff-raff 'cuz the Baron wasn't all that keen in helping out the town. He was in love with his grandma ya see, and back then she was the talk of the town. But she only had eyes for him, and when he went out on those patrols she used to climb that oak tree ya see and hang the biggest red scard she could from the boughs so he could see it from ways off. Know that she was still thinking of him and all, know what was waitin' for him back home. But then one day she put a white one up in the tree and he ran home - fast as he could - leaving his lieutenant in charge. Turned out she was pregnant with his father ya see, and he broke down in tears as the story goes and vowed that he would use that ol' oak tree to build a bigger place. So now she lives out on the outskirts of town in that ol' cabin out there. It's in good repair though, not the one that's all broken down. See, he spends half his stablehands pay in making sure his grandma's house is still kept in repair. He would do it himself, ya see, but he only has so much time in the day what with the orphans and all."

"Alright, then. Thank you." Vaalyun says, and then turns and looks at the others, "Let's go find Grandma? House to the south, on the edge of the village, well kept up."

Amythyst says, "It's as good of a lead as we'll ever get, I guess. That story just confused me." She says making her way south."

Morgan says "well lets go, though sadly I wish we had time to study this world better."

The cabin wasn't too far away, and it was as they said. Well in repair. Thankfully the grandma isn't too longwinded, though she does talk about her grandson in glowing tones and words.

So proud of him you see.

But she makes a nod off toward the south west, "Well, I knew this one glen I told him about. It's a bit hard to find, but if you head through the trees over there you'll find a creek. The other side of that, there will be another string of trees, but if you follow the wisps, they'll lead you to the glen. A magical place. Me and my love were married there." She tears up a bit at the memory, holding up a small bit of cloth, "Oh forgive an old woman reminiscing."

Murder nods enthusiastically, and shakes the man's hand just as enthusiastically, smiling broadly. Then turns and heads off to Grandma's house. Where the old lady talks almost as long as the stableman's friend. And Murder crosses her arms again, looking between the translator and the old bag... grandmother. She tries really hard not to frown, and succeeds mostly. "And people thought I talked too much."

Amythyst says, "No....that one talked too much, Murder." She says makingher way towards Grandma's house. "You know where we're going?""

GAME: Vaalyun rolls diplomacy: (19)+10: 29

"Oh you look like such a nice boy." And the grandma reaches out to pat him on the cheek. "Oh, dear me, I almost forgot - the wisps only come out at sunset." She smiles.

"Thank you very much. And may the blessings of the Star Mother be with you." Vaalyun says, with a respectful nod. It appears that it will be a sunset walk in the woods. How romantic!

Morgan says "watch the relgion talk here Val they might see that as a strike against their own relgion."

The Goblin chuckles as they leave the house and step outside. "I don't think it matters all that much.", she says to Morgan. "I'm green with pointy ears and sharp teeth, and an eighth the size of a human. I doubt very much they'll get to my religion before hatin' me. Same goes for Vaalyun, he might be human but ... looking at the other humans here, Vaal's outfit screams outsider." She looks around. "Can we go fishing soon?"

Amythyst says, "That's the only part of this I'm following, Murder." She says with a shrug."

GAME: Murder rolls survival: (5)+7: 12

GAME: Morgan rolls survival: (10)+4: 14

GAME: Vaalyun rolls survival: (12)+5: 17

GAME: Amythyst rolls survival: (16)+3: 19

Through a mix of luck and skill, you work your way through the woods. It takes you the better part of two hours moving off to the south east before the sound of rushing water can be heard.

Another five minutes later you find the creek.

It's not a creek. It's a river, as picturesque as you can imagine and feeling completely out of place in a way. The views are idyllic and there's a waterfall not more than a hundred yards up river.

Morgan offers "if you want I can lighten bolt the river and you can collect what floats on top."

Amythyst says, "No need, Morgan...." She says putting her hand into the water to test it. ".....I said water is my element before. I wasn't kidding." If the water feels fine, and doesn't burn her, acid burn her or anything, she'll jump in.......and fish like that."

"It's beautiful here." Vaalyun says, stopping to drink in the idylic view, "I can see why she might want to stay. This sort of natural beauty would appeal to an Elf, wouldn't it? I mean... It appeals to me, and I'm not even particularly outdoorsy."

The Goblin tsks and shakes her head. "We have to cross it, which we should do now. Amythyst and I can catch some fish, you guys can set up a fire for us to all get dry and cook. When it gets dark, hopefully the wisps will lead us to this glen. Where we'll find the two lovebirds." She watches Amythyst jump in. "So uh, let's get across, yes?"

Morgan starts to look for dryed drift wood "Well to get across I have a idea. We need to get a log tie a rope to it and I will fly across pulling it while Amy pushes it while swiming. Or we should look down the river to see if it thins out at a bend."

GAME: Murder rolls survival: (17)+7: 24

Amythyst breaks the surface. "Really? Just...give me the rope, tie it to a tree and find a piece of wood to sit on. then you can walk yourself across once I tie it to the other side."

Vaalyun's armored feet stop just short of the water, "I don't know... It's pretty wide. I don't think I'll be able to make it across. Well, maybe with a rope." He swallows hard, but then takes a deep breath.

GAME: Murder rolls athletics: (2)+8: 10

Morgan drops a bunch of drift wood and looks to Val "you will get the flying spell. I am small and Amy could easly grab me or Murder if we call off the log."

Murder shakes her head. "I'm just going to swim across. After that, gonna do some fishing. We have to wait anyways, so drying off won't be a problem." She'll strip off her armor, leaving her scantily clad, and ties everything together. Jumping into the water, she starts dog paddling across. When she gets to the other side, she drops her soggy things to the ground, and turns back to the water. Eventually pulling in a nice haul of fish. Easily enough to feed everyone twice over.

GAME: Amythyst rolls athletics+8+2: (12)+8+8+2: 30

GAME: Amythyst casts Slipstream. Caster Level: 5 DC: 16

Amy comes out of the water and gently takes Murder's effects, to swim them over to the opposite bank. Of course, her swimming also has given them plenty of fish as well. "All we need is a fire..."

Morgan draws the fish that comes floping on the ground and will compair them with fishes of thier own world later.

Morgan after making notes of the fish she looks for some dryed grass after she piles the dryed wood in a good order. she puts the grass in a tight bunch "I do have a flint and steel at home as I hate using magic for stuff like this." she points a finger and says a arcane word sending a spark at the dred grass.

Murder shakes her head, "It's a waste of magic, though." She shrugs as a fire springs up, and starts to burn merrily. "Good good. Now who's good at filleting fish?" The Gobbo looks hopeful, and holds her stomach as it growls loudly."

Amythyst says, "It's exactly what magic is meant for." She says as she starts to filet a fish herself."

The filleting of the fish goes smoothly, so much so. With a deer roaming out and starting to drink at the water without any worry. It's only when the fire crackles that the deer jumps before bounding back off into the trees.

A butterfly roams around, lazily flapping, before landing on Murder's head.

The Goblin's ears rise up and her eyes cross as she stares at the butterfly. Then snorts as it lands on her head. She gently reaches up a hand, holding it near the butterfly in hopes that it will crawl onto her hand. "Gotta wonder how different the worlds really are, if they have butterflies."

It crawls onto her hand, and another butterfly joins it. It's simply idyllic.

Vaalyun gets comfortable around the fire and uses a knife to filet fish with the efficiency of one who's spent a lot of time at sea. "Yes. Kindof lets out the idea that we're on an Elemental Plane, doesn't it? I wonder where we /are/, though."

Morgan lays back as Murder talks "A lot is like our own. But I would expect that of technology and races, but what I want to know if gods made humans and the rest, how many of this worlds gods are the same and where is the first planet with all the said races."

Amythyst says, "We'll figure it out when we have to go back home. Sadly, we have to figure out where this mage is first. And if we don't....we'll be wandering for a while."

It's a perfect summer day, the sort that one would find someone riding on horseback along the beach with the sand kicking up behind them. Streams of their hair flowing behind in a golden curtain of locks. His chest bared to show off the tanned skin, weathered from the work outdoors.

I mean... errr...

The uh, fish smells lovely as it cooks with the use of local herbs?

Murder peers at the butterflies as they begin to congregate, and she moves to gently deposit both upon a bush nearby. When she returns, she'll start taking the fillet'd fish, and setting them on a rock by the fire to cook. "I don't think that the gods have necessarily created all living things. As for the planets... maybe we'll see some tonight, if the clouds bugger off."

Morgan cheats and uses prestadtion to flavor her food even more.

The butterflies stay on the bush for a moment, crawling along it and then taking flight to land back on Murder. They decorate her hair as the light shines off the river's surface. A play of the lights with the backdrop of a rainbow created by the crash of the water fall.

Amythyst smirks at Murder, even as she eats her charred fish. "I wouldn't worry too much about it. At least it's a nice place." She says as she butterflies land back on Murder. "That....and the butterflies seem to like you, Murder."

Morgan watches the buterfly fly around and use the flower we call Murder the goblin as a resting spot. "You know when I am strong enough I am going to come back here to do more studying and maybe convince the one I love to come with me...." she sighs at that.

Murder will lend a hand with filleting fish, and will alternate between slicing and setting them to cook by the fire. Amythyst's comment has the Goblin looking up again at her hair and the colourful insects infesting it. "Well. They make for a colourful accent for my hair. Not that I would get anything like that but..." She shrugs. Once enough fillets have been cooked up, she starts scarfing them down. "So I hope the wisps are uhm friendly? I hope she didn't mean will o' the wisp..." Murder looks to Morgan. "Oh? How are things going between you two?"

Vaalyun eats his fill of fish - there's certainly plenty thanks to his companions! - and then folds up his mantle behind his head, leaving his helmet aside, and takes a nap for a few minutes while he waits for darkness to come.

Morgan says to Murder "wisps at home are Fae and whilo whisps are some kind of undead thing."

Murder moves to settle down beside Vaalyun, leaning against him, while she continues to scarf down her fill of fish. "I know.", she says in reply to Morgan. "But I am worried about things being lost in translation, or the woman havin' purposefully or accidentally left important information unsaid. Worse things have happened."

Amythyst lays down to look up at the sky. "ah...at least I got a good swim in. If you guys need more fish, lemme know. I'll get more."

Morgan smiles to Murder and says "if it is fae remember to say Is mian linn siochain, that means we wish peace friend in the fae language."

Murder peers at Morgan. "Is that elvish? I don't think I can make my tongue bend in such a way as to make some of those noises." She chuckles. "I'll leave the proper greetings to you, so I don't get us all killed."

Morgan shakes her head "no some times close but its Sylvan."

Amythyst says, "Actually...I speak Sylvan as well....and Aquan. So, could help out a bit."

The day passed slowly, almost lazily, with the end of it creating a splash of color in a variety of colors that would spur on the painter to his canvas. The curve of the world and the hues of the sky in the expanse beyond. The greens turning to oranges with the reflections of the evening sky casting its spray over the world in that one fateful moment and - like a love's true kiss - passes beyond with a gasp of breath and far too little time.

As the sun begins to set, Murder shimmies back into her armor, and gets her things ready to go. "So. Now the wisps should appear." She swallows noisily. "I hope."

Morgan stands and says in a soft tune "blessid mother of the earth and water please guide us. Mother moon please shine a light for us so we can see." she switches to tradespeak 'lets go.' <sylvan>

GAME: Amythyst rolls knowledge/nature: (17)+4: 21

GAME: Morgan rolls knowledge/nature: (16)+10: 26

Morgan points out to the distance "I think its fireflies, I have not seen them in months since moving to the city."

Amythyst looks up and tilts her head. "Actually Morgan...I think this is what we're looking for." She then starts to sit up. "And they're friendly too...."

Vaalyun, having enjoyed his nap, gets to his feet and pulls his mantle back on, tucking his helmet under his arm and hefting his shield and mace back into place, "Friendly is good! We haven't seen all that much of it. Well, I suppose in fairness things have looked up quite a bit lately."

Murder bounces and squints into the distance. "Fireflies? Where? And uh... I've not known fireflies to be unfriendly. But I suppose that is possible." She looks to Morgan and Amythyst, and then Vaalyun. "I'm ready to go. Shall we?"

Whatever they are, the others soon spot them as well. They're small and glowing, floating about as the sun sets and the woods are cast with the silvery glow of the evening moon.

They seem to be simply... floating. Amy thinking they're what they're looking for, Morgan claiming they're fireflies.

They might be wisps? Or maybe the people just think they are? As they dance through the trees on their glowing paths, etching the way thorugh the blink of their lights, creating the backdrop for the warm evening.

Morgan smiles "well its pretty and we have a guide." she switches to Sylvan "thank you for shining for us."

Amythyst smiles to Morgan. "it's possible they heard you, Morgan." She says as she starts towards the wisps....at least, the friendly ones.

"Oooh!", the Goblin says when she finally spots the wisps. She runs off towards them. "Come on! We have to hurry!" If she is able to get close, Murder will eye them curiously, sniffing at them noisily.

"It makes sense. They come out at sunset, and they're pretty easy to follow. I think it's probably the right way." Vaalyun says, and presuming the others do, he sets off in that direction at his best, limping pace, heading towards the glowy things that are hopefully not horrible flesh-eating monsters.

The wisps, or whatever they are, don't seem to go any closer or farther. Finally the Gobber makes a break for it and they...

Do nothing they hover about, creating a view of lights that blink in and out as they dance through the vening sky. That's when the gobber discovers that Morgan is totally right - they are bugs. Vaalyun discovers it soon after as well.

Morgan looks around "well lead on people I am not a good guide."

Amythyst says, "Dont' feel bad Morgan. here I am, thinking a few fireflies are wisps." She then sighs and goes back to where she was laying."

Murder holds out her hand, hoping for one to land on it. She looks to Morgan and then the others, shrugging. "Let's go this way? I think that the bugs won't lead us there... but that if we follow along their uh, cloud? it should lead us there."

Morgan blows a kiss to Amy

You all start to follow the direction of the clouds of bugs and they seem to twinkle like the stars. They show off the trees with their glints of light, creating a magical landscape that could easily make someone forget about the world. Forget about everything but the one they stride next to, a hold of their hand. The light buzz of the insects. The air somewhere between warm and cool. The flush along the skin as the thought of being along our here, surprised that he would be so romantic yet his calloused hands so soft in--

Err, I mean you, uh, you follow the fireflies and happen upon a clearing

"Follow along the glow, rather than following specific bugs or whathaveyou? That makes sense to me. I don't see anything else that could be a wisp. I guess I should have asked what a wisp was." Vaalyun remarks, as they walk. "Oh... hello. A clearing."

Morgan keeps up with the rest "something about this place is off though I cant seem to put my finger on it so to speak."

Murder steps over to Vaalyun and reaches up to take his hand. "Thankfully it turns out that wisps are fireflies, and not like, undead creatures trying to lead us to our swampy dooooom." She grins toothily, and looks around for the clearing that the man speaks of.

Amythyst tilts her head. "Weird that they'd call them wisps..."

Morgan smirks to Amy

GAME: Morgan casts Detect Magic. Caster Level: 7 DC: 16

Morgan says a few words in the magic language and then covers her eyes "way to magic here." she then speaks up "Listen Amy this is Morgan can we talk please."

Amythyst says, "I'm...right here, hun.""

Morgan says, "not you I am talking about the one we are looking for."

Amythyst says, "Oh yeah. Confusing as hell."

GAME: Murder rolls perception: (11)+10: 21

The Goblin sniffs noisily and starts crisscrossing the clearing, til she stops before something on the ground. "Incense! I'm not a uh churchy type. Is this one of them holy thingies? Altar?" She rubs a cheek and crouches. "Incense and a few burned out candles." Murder straightens. "Did they get married?"

"If they did, then congratulations and the blessings of the gods upon them. We're not going to kidnap her if she wants to stay - we just need help to go home." Vaalyun says, as he looks around while the others do the things they're better at than him to find the people they're looking for.

GAME: Murder rolls Survival: (5)+7: 12

Morgan says as she is standing there waiting untill the spell wears off "Then they have a third person as there are good reason you need some one ordaned. So Val when we find them ofer youur service."

GAME: Morgan rolls survival: (12)+4: 16

GAME: Amythyst rolls survival: (7)+3: 10

GAME: Vaalyun casts Guidance. Caster Level: 5 DC: 14

As the others start trying to track the couple, Vaalyun pulls out his prayer beads and holy symbol and prays for Althea's guidance on their efforts. "I thought you said they didn't worship our gods here, Morgan? I would be happy to marry them, if they just come out and talk to us, and if we can get back to Alexandria."

Vaalyun feels like Althea is through a pin-hole here. Not flooding in like usual, but still there.

And that's when Murder is on the case! Morgan points out a track, Amy another, and Vaalyun's call to Althea's kindness is the last piece of the puzzle! She points off into the trees, the thick greenery enveloping like a lover's embrace - a call of the insects still there but comforting as the wilderness surrounds you.

The cool night air driving a little chill, the kind that makes you want to curl up with that strapping young man- Wait....

What in the world is going on here?

Why does this all keep going back-Oh! Look, there's a farmhouse up ahead, the Barn's window casting a yellow glow as if someone is in the hay loft.

Morgan is looking around the ground as if to find something "Its not much a god thing as a third party thing." she notice the light "lets aproach carefully and let them know we are here."

"Two young lovers in the hayloft. It's like a romance novel. Well, if it's them up there. And not warparty of Orcs or something." Vaalyun remarks, when they reach their apparent destination. "Should we just shout, 'Hello'?"

Morgan nods to Val "More then just hello."

"What? Let's just go in.", Murder says. And she sets off to do just that. Walking quickly towards the barn's door.

Morgan says "murder they might be naked and having sex so please stop."

Murder BURSTS into the Barn, and then there's screaming.

Morgan sighs "ITS STILL cock blocking if you are on a different planet."

Murder peers at the lady. "Amy, I presume?", she says in Tradespeak. "A word, please? From those who have come to find you, from a place far away."

Vaalyun puts his palm directly to his face as the Goblin goes running off and bursts into the barn, "Oh, this could not /possibly/ go wrong."

GAME: Bolide rolls -4: (7)++-4: 3

GAME: Bolide rolls -4: (7)++-4: 3

Amythyst says, "uuuuuuugh....."

GAME: Bolide rolls -4: (11)++-4: 7

Morgan says after Val "you know she is a more powerfull mage then me, so get a good healing spell ready."

More shrieking and then there's throwing off items, you can hear the clatter inside since only Murder is inside. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY DREAM PORTAL?!" Things keep clattering as she throws this and that about. "I DIDN'T ADD GOBBERS TO THIS STORY!!"

Amythyst says, "And...that sounds like a person that we're looking for."

Morgan gives a loud groan as she hears dream portal " AMY THIS IS MORGAN FROM THE GUILD WE NEED TO TALK."

Vaalyun cuts his sigh short as there is a bunch of screaming, and so he heads into the barn, "Oh, for the love of the Star Mother..."

Murder stomps her foot onto the ground. "YOU'VE BEEN GONE SO LONG THE GUILD HIRED US TO FIND YOU!", she screeches, ducking a few of the objects sent her way. Though the bucket catches onto the handle of her blade, and hangs there. "Don't make me set this place on fire lady. You've had your fun, but you need to come out for a bit. He'll still be here when you get back!"

Amythyst rubs her face. "Man...this is going to end well...boy will it end well."

The lady pauses and then squints at Murder, holding a vase in her hand which has a single rose. Then she tosses her head back and then looks toward Vaalyun, Murder, Vaalyun, then yelling out, "IT WAS JUST GETTING TO THE GOOD PART DANG IT!!"

Amythyst says, "JUST getting to the good part? it took you all this time to get him in the sack? You're either really really patient or BAD at it." She then makes a face. "Murder...how drunk is he?""

"Well, next time let people know where you're going. And where /is/ this anyway?" Vaalyun says, then continues, "Look, Wizard, we thought you were in trouble. There were signs of a struggle in your apartment, and something with tentacles coming through a portal... Just help us get home, and we'll report you're safe and well and taking a vacation."

Morgan says "please just talk to us and we will be more then hapy to go and leave you to your peace of ass."

GAME: Bolide rolls -4: (16)++-4: 12

Another shriek as she hears about them being in her apartment, "YOU WENT THROUGH MY DREAMS?!" And then she tosses the vase, missing wildly with another crash. She looks about, then and then pauses as Vaalyun says something. "What...? Ohhh of course. Ohhh /ma-a-a-a-an/ I gotta stop the dream to get you out." There's a grimace from her and she rolls her eyes.

Morgan says after Amy "To make up for this I will lend you my private books... hope you dont mind pirates."

"Why would I want to -read- when I just take a little-" pause, "-w-w-w-w-when I can just create these." The Amy they're searching for (not your Amy) says guardedly.

Vaalyun holds up a forstalling hand, "Why don't you dream up some food and drink in the cabin, we'll go hang out while you, you know, get to the good parts - and then we can all go home in the morning? Unless this is one of those happily ever after stories?" A pause, and then he tilts his head, and says, "What are you not telling us?"

Morgan nods "Helps with creativty."

Murder shakes her head. "I don't know what it is you are playing at, but this is a very cruel thing to be doing." She crosses her arms and glares back at the lady, not even flinching at the vase since it is so missing. "These are real people you're messing with. Think about it. You didn't dream us. You certainly didn't dream the things we did. This is no dream."

Apparently a little slow on the uptake, the Cleric soon concludes, "Oh, the mushrooms."

Morgan says to

Morgan says to murder "this is all false, none of this is real."

Amythyst looks about. "This is a really elaborate setup just to get laid, honey."

"The wounds from that worg seemed pretty real." Vaalyun says, with a wince.

"Well," a little brush through her hair ,"I uh, maybe, borrow a template and then overlay a little- WAIT! Why am I telling you?! OUT! OU-U-UT!" And she starts flailing her arms, quickly dropping them to wrap her arms about her robe once more to keep herself decent. She wouldn't want any of them to see her slip! It stopped at her knees! That would be unbecoming.

Morgan waits untill she comes out

Amythyst also waits. :/

Murder huffs and shakes her head. "You have til dawn. If you ain't done then, I am dragging you back to the guild." She turns and heads out.

GAME: Amythyst rolls fortitude: (11)+5: 16

GAME: Vaalyun rolls fortitude+2: (20)+5+2: 27 (CRITICAL SUCCESS)

GAME: Morgan rolls fortitude: (3)+6: 9

GAME: Murder rolls fortitude: (10)+6: 16

"I'LL BE DONE WHEN I SAY I'M DONE!" Amy (not your Amy) yells back at Murder with a stomp of her foot. And then she sighs and ties her robe, throws up her hands, "I give up! YOU TOTALLY RUINED THE MOOD! I had the story /ALL/ worked out and then you just /come in/ and ruin it."

Vaalyun hears "What do you mean, my love?" From inside, a Male voice.

"OH BOTHER! Now this is all ruined. RUINED! RUINED RUINED!" And with a loud crack that shatters the world... You are all now back in the apartment.

Amythyst is disoriented all right. And nauseated. Guess what this means.....

There is now a mess to clean up on the other Amy's boots......

Morgan is way to dizy as she trys to lay down but falls flat she waits untill she is not sick to look around to see if her party and the town guards that came in before them are here.

Murder simply tilts over backwards and lays there for a while. "You'd better not puke on me.", she warns. Though she has no clue who is hurling chunks. And then she sits up suddenly. Blinking. "So. It really was a dream?" She starts sniffling.

Vaalyun is pleased to be the one not throwing up, but he staggers just a touch, "Whoa. What the heck..." He looks around. They're not in the fantasy world anymore.

Amy, the other Amy, looks down at Amy, your Amy, throwing up on her shoes. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" And she pushes at the lady before turning, and letting out a blood curdling shriek.

"Whoa. The worgs /were/ real." Vaalyun says, "Murder! Your pet is here. You might want to get her under control before we all get bitten. Again."

Morgan says as she lays on her back "well this sucks."

Amythyst spits out the last remnants of her shrooms onto the woman's boots. Then feels the need to slap the taste out of the woman's mouth. "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU LITTLE SHIT! THERE WERE ACTUALLY PEOPLE OUT HERE -WORRIED- ABOUT YOUR SELFISH ASS, SO THEY HIRED US TO GO IN AND LOOK FOR YOU! AND ALL YOU'VE SHOWN US IS WHY WE SHOULD'VE LEFT YOUR WHINEY LITTLE ASS IN THE DREAM WORLD AND FUCKING STARVE!"

Murder's eyes open wide at the invective from Amythyst, and she looks to the other Amy. "The woman's right you know." Her head turns to Vaalyun. "What? Where?" She struggles to get up, and wobbles back and forth a few times, nealy tripping over people's feet in the process. "It'd be nice if the world would stop spinning no... oh, that's better." The Goblin rubs at her face. "I have a nasty... oh, Wilfred!" She runs over to the worg, and grabs a hold of his leash. "I am sorry about your siblings.", she says with a note of sorrow in her scratchy voice.

GAME: Murder rolls Reflex: (13)+3: 16

Morgan if she was not sick Amythyst rebuttle would of been a turn on but she says "And Amy your magic practice was slopy, we have reasons we set up percausions for things like this. Hell you did not even put up a sign."

GAME: Murder rolls athletics: (9)+8: 17

GAME: Bolide rolls +6: (10)++6: 16

Amy slaps the lady who's shrieking, which makes her stumble and only draws more attention to her. Murder grabs the reins but doesn't manage to quite haul back on the worg hard enough, and it grabs Amy (not your Amy) and silences her quite permanently.

Amythyst simply stands there and watches. "Well.....I can't really say I'm surprised." She then rolls her eyes. "Such a fucking diva." She doesn't seem the least bit sorry the woman's dead.

With a popping all around them, the portals start disappearing. Soon guards start falling to the ground and even two whole adventuring parties in various states of dress. And they all look quite... out of it.

"Yeah, you could have stuck a sock on the door or something. We might have known and left ye to yer fun." Murder huffs noisily at the lady. "And you shouldn't go into those things alone." Then the Worg attacks. "Bad Wilfred, bad!", the Goblin says, bapping it on the nose with her hand. "Ooooh dear." Then people just start dropping in, and Murder looks to Wilfred. "I changed my mind. Gooood booooy!" Enthusiastic petting follows.

Wilfred looks very confused and starts backing up as his nose was bap'ed.

This whole course of events causes Vaalyun to apply one gauntleted palm to his face. Again. Perhaps a bit harder than last time, but not hard enough to actually hurt himself, "I hope the guild has resurrection insurance." He gives a heavy sigh, and sends someone running to the nearest temple to try and get someone back here in time for a much more cost-effective breath of life.

Amythyst says, "She better pray she doesn't turn into a snotball again, cuz I'll carry her dead corpse to the guild and tell them to pay us."

Well, I mean, one way or another they did find their charge. And she was then brought back... in a way. So - uh - job well done adventurers!

Of course there's still the matter of the Worg that is beginning to growl and snap at people as it continues to back away.

Morgan says as she can sit up "Murder you do know Wilfred was made from a dream world that was a sex dream." she then looks to the others "who wants magicaly cleaned here." said as she puts on some gloves and the puke is cleaned up.

Murder huffs and shrugs. "My doggy, I'll take him out of here."

GAME: Murder rolls wisdom+4: (10)+1+4: 15

Wilfred looks... confused as Murder says that and starts tugging him toward the exit.

It's definitely not going to last, but at least she has control of it for now. And that is how you all found yourselves high on mushrooms, falling to your death in the middle of a battle, attacked by worgs, only to rescue a town and find a (now dead) mage who was creating worlds into Romance stories....

This was a strange day.