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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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Raka wasn't thrilled with the idea of venturing into a strange mirror, especially when it was so desperate and devious about making them do so. The gnoll, however, wasn't about to let any fears she may of had show through.
"Alright... I guess I'll go first then.", she didn't allow herself a chance to get cold feet. With no further thought, she leapt into the mirror, trying her best to seem brave about the matter, despite her true feelings. |
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Dergan sighs loudly and scrubs his face at Raka's agreement. Sure didn't think she'd say yes... He bites back a not-so-masculine scream as he follows the gnoll into the mirror that's more than a mirror.
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Illia: Whatever snide remarks you might have had are snuffed out by the violent arrival of new folk from behind(and currently, on top) of you. You wind up right back face-down in the carpetstone.
Raka, Dergan: You feel funky. This is slightly balanced out by the complete funkitude of the world on the other side. Looking around, you appear to be in the town proper, and not the castle for whatever reason. In front of you is a "fountain", with the term used loosely, as it appears to be made of water, and is spewing out liquid sandstone. Very odd, that. The "cobblestone" road also appears to be a carpet representation of such, with very clashing colors to boot. The sky is a bright pink, with green clouds, and varying levels of monstrous folk wander around the town, anxiously chatting with each other and doing odd things(like that centaur who's busy eating the grass). Under you is a mildly dressed ratfolk, currently eating the carpet. In front of you stands a rather large minotaur brandishing a battleaxe proudly, and he seems to have a small lizardfolk riding on it, as if this were a rodeo of sorts. Lizardman stares down at you happily. Derga: A young girl adorned with dog ears wanders blindly through the mirror into your face. She looks up at you, confused for a second, and gives you a delighted lick all across your face. You note she's wearing a fuzzy collar declaring the word Chunk in bright letters.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. Last edited by Fragmaster01; Nov 8th, 2011 at 04:25 PM. |
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A headache came upon the mind formerly known as Raka. With a bit of a flutter that came to the new creature without a hint of hesitation, the now sprite Raka calls below.
"It would seem we have stumbled upon some portal leading to a similar, yet polar opposite dimension of sorts.", he speaks with a much higher pitch than his old body, "Of course, we have also changed suit to match our new environment. So? Which of you are my old allies then? We should devise a plan and act quickly, who knows what may happen if we stay in these forms too long." |
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"Sorry, but I haven't seen her. Maybe I can assist you." before looking at the axe, and reading the words on it. "Why are you looking for her if you don't mind my asking?" before having people unceremoniously dumped on him.
"Its me, Illiaster. And the minotaur with the axe is Choppy. So nice of you to drop in. Now, would you please get off me?"
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The minotaur points at the little lizard. "This Eia."
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The lizardman takes offense. "No, I'm Christopher. You're probably Eia, you silly cow person."
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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Dergan looks down at his unexpected bosom and visibly leaves his feet in a hop. Gah! What the...! He shakes his legs as if the hooves that now adorned them might somehow fall off, then turns a quick circle in an effort to chase that pesky thing attached to his behind. After discovering that it was, in fact, his new tail, the former dwarf looks at the oddities about him while he idly scratches the girl behind her ears.
Dergan 'ere, though I'm sure not feelin' like meself. So...a different dimension now, eh? I'm guessin' this is where all the people of the town went, then...so here's a question...how in tha' hells do we get outta here? The dwarf/satyr looks about the new world in search of some sort of authority-looking type. Last edited by ryator; Nov 10th, 2011 at 04:31 PM. |
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Christopher looks at Derga, and likes what he sees. "Out we haven't found, honestly. Only had a day to look, but there's really nothing else here, save the town and the keep. Wander outside, you'll hit some good fog that'll get you turned back around to here. Still gotta find the rest of the guard to try and poke at the castle, but we have enough food to last for the moment."
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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"I hate mirror magic. I really do. I can't say it enough. Getting out is going to be tricky. I don't think we can get out the way we came in. We could be stuck here for a long time." says Illiaster.
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"Oh, it'll probably be fine," says the minotaur. "Lets go find what did this and break it!... Gods, that sounded smarter in my head." He looks at his little lizard. "Stay there. You can be my brain."
With that, Eiath turns away from the group and begins running. He moves slowly at first, but gradually picks up speed. By the time he reaches the gate, he's charging at full pelt with his horns forward, heading for the edge of the strange little world.
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Eiath: The fog is not gored by your pointyhead. You instead come barrelling out of it towards the town, and your new comrades, though you thankfully stop before showing them how useful your pointyhead is.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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"Well, atleast it isn't a big world. We should do some exploring and keep together. Sitting here or charging forward wont do us any good."
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"Right! Yeah!" Eiath charges off the other way, barrelling down the street to "explore".
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