[Game Thread] Pranks and Pitfalls

[Fragmaster01]

As the disparate folk gather on the overlook, the plinth decides to be interesting, and glows brightly. The shield that was covering it rises up in a column, then spreads out, forming a protective dome that traps you inside with everyone else. At least it looks pretty. All nebulous, with purples and greens flowing around like that time you found the really tasty mushroom in the garden...

The plinth gives a clunking sound, and falls open, allowing a few objects to float out.
Soilir: A flute, made of wood with a slight mithril backing, floats towards you. It's the color of well turned earth, and is quite smooth to the touch.
Tinkerer: A small metallic object that looks suspiciously like a semi-automatic pistol dangles in front of you. Quite shiny, and clearly very powerful.
Guiness: A very soft cloak that seems to be made up of whatever colors are around it at the time. You note that it darkens slightly as it approaches your black-scaled body.
Garr: A thick, hardcover book with rounded edges, and a rune symbolizing Knowledge on the front. It has a little clasp to keep it shut when you don't want to think about it.
Skog: A yellow-green curved sword, with a leather-wrapped hilt and two metallic rings attached near the base of the blade, for carrying. No scabbard, though. Also, it's way too small for you and your girth.
Vell: A smooth onyx ring, which seems to glimmer and twist as you look at it. No gem, but you imagine it's worth a fortune anyway.

The items happily settle into your possession, and all is well. Until the overlook gives a sickening lurch, and the circular region you're enclosed in haphazardly drops an inch.

[Still_Pond]

Guiness watches the shield change and as soon as it looks like it is going to trap them, he slithers around to flee, but there is a disgusting little

Dice Again, knowledge local/nature to see if he knows what a goblin is:

1d20+8

(11)+8

Total = 19

bat-headed child thing! He tries to wiggle around it but it is too late, the energy dome has closed them all under it.

He gives a deep sigh and slides backwards, away from the filth covered creature, returning his attention to the plinth. He watches as it falls open and spews forth artifacts. At least I don't have to go get them. He reaches out and takes the cloak. It all makes sense now, why they chose him. They viewed him as a cloak-wearer ever sense he found that elven cloak. He gives the cloak a casual inspection, ignoring the others and their treasures. He holds it up to the blue sky and watches it change color to match. With a practiced fluid motion, he dons the cloak and clasps it around his neck, careful to lift his dreadlocks up so they spill over it.

When he's had sufficient time to play with his new cloak, he remembers there are others here and that he is trapped with them inside an energy field. He is mildly interested in what other sorts of things they were 'given'.

[Frogman]

On shar bryn!? Soilir shouts in exasperation as the circular but now evidently artificial outcrop enclosed them in some sort of weird purple energy dropping the salted meat on the ground.
Of course her question was soon to be answered as a flute hovered into view. Sh'arm shar, she mutters apparently answering her own question. She delicately plucks the flute out of the air, puts it to her lips against all better judgement and plays experimentally.
The raven pecks her head and squawks at the purple/green interior designer's abomination of a spell. Soilir glares at the bird while walking toward the barrier. She flicks it experimentally.

[sammichweasel]

Staring at the book, then at the wall, then back at the book, the gnoll shoves the book in his bag, apparently far more willing to read it later. Reading takes some time for Garr.

He turns to the shield, and rather more angry at being trapped than the elf (or any of these other stinky people), he rears back and tears at the... whatever it is with his sharp, sharp claws!

[JonnyGulliver]

The wall fluctuation goes unnoticed by the small goblin, who is too young and nieve to even think about making a crude joke about shrinkage anyways. Instead he is absolutely enamored with his new... whatever it is. Gizmo... Trinket... Mechanical whatchamicallit... He is keenly interested in trying to figure out how it works...

BLAM!

There is a loud TING! as the pot hanging off Garr's side begins to swing wildly after deflecting a bullet. Tinkerer for one, looks very sheepish. *"Me so solly!"*



*Translated from Gnomish "I'm Sorry."

[Caput]

Vell is calmly removing her left gauntlet when she realises the others aren't just taking things at random. "So, your folk sent out champions too..." She looks about her fellows with interest, trying to work out what the other races want from a hero. They're a bit confusing.

When the gun goes off, Vell whirls around to face the source of the bang. In an instant, the ring is on her finger, her flail is in her hands and the little goblin is standing in the shadow of a rapidly descending spiky ball.
When she sees the creature's expression and realises her mistake, the ball stops in mid-air, hanging inches above his head. Vell's cloak billows dramatically in a wind that is not there.
For a moment she is silent, then she goes limp and bursts into laughter. "Pfhahahahahaha! Sorry little man. Don't do then again! You terrified me!

[Fragmaster01]

The area gives another lurch, and then drops in a barely controlled descent(the sort where you're not sure if you'd catch back up with the platform if you jumped). You're now shooting into a deep stone crevasse, which is starting to glow violently... and throw all that mana at you... oh dear.

 

Oh goodness this tickles. It tickles all over, like someone was poking you repeatedly in a spot just under the skin. Very relaxing, but rather awkward. Also, it's pulling on your ears, much as one would pull on a piece of taffy. Stop that!

 

Oh wow, everything's feeling all funky. You feel lighter, bouncier, ready to go out and do... whatever it is that goblins are supposed to do! Your thoughts feel all sorts of spastic and springy, not really focusing on any one thing for any period of time.

 

Gzaaa! The energy zaps into your head, and sends a kaleidoscope of color careening off of the innards of your psyche. You're faintly aware of everything around you now, even with your eyes closed.

 

Ooh, this feels nice. You feel yourself twisting into a sort of lower posture, ready to romp, and play, and eat all sorts of good things.

 

Your brain freezes up for a moment, as suddenly everything seems to invert. Left switches with right, pain with pleasure, eggplants with pizza...

 

Your entire body seems to ease up a little, with all the muscle tension fading away. In fact, you don't really feel too much tension of any sort anymore. Or any difference in bodily consistency.

The ride lands with a horrible smashing noise, with the round stone platform coming to a halt slightly tilted towards a huge dark corridor, made of similar stone to what you saw outside. It's quite dark down here, but you're vaguely able to see from the small bit of sunlight emanating from above. A slight *pop* noise is heard, and a little piece of parchment flutters out of nothingness to rest on the once again shielded plinth.

 

You feel small. Also, you seem to be very much the proud owner of a new coat of red fuzz. Corvid seems to have survived the ride, although he has the most adorable pink tips on his tail now.

 

You're 13 now, with all the brain problems that includes.

 

The darkness doesn't seem to be any trouble for you. Indeed, the world seems to be made up of neon colors painted onto a canvas of utter, complete nothingness. Not black, that's not quite dark enough. The area around you is vaguely yellow-green, the goblin and faun are purple, the gnoll is green, and... hmm. There's two pooka here now, that weren't before. One pink, the other blue. There's also a bird swirling about the pink bunny, he's red.
The hallway out of here extends a good 60 feet before arriving at a stone door, which you can see no problemo.

 

Hmm... New smells around here. The bunnies smell nice, though you get the feeling you're not supposed to eat them. Oh well. Maybe they'll take you home and give you a belly rub.

 

Oh no, this is entirely wrong. You know that plinth was a stepping stone earlier, and now... it's taller than you! Hell, the sword is about on par with you height-wise, even counting your ears(which you are very sure should not be able to wiggle around like that). And you feel... well, you're not full of rage. This is a rage inducing situation! Why is your brain not full of barbarian rage? And why does it seem so much faster and clearer than before...?
Your clothing seems to have been messed with too. It's now a lovely blue coat(to go with your blue-white fur), a pair of baggy shorts, and a nice set of fluffy fingerless gloves. There's also a little leatherbound book in the right pocket.

 

This isn't right... you seem to be very lightweight today. Slightly fuzzy to the touch(even in places where you shouldn't be), and you have the consistency of one of those silly plush toys back home. Oh, this can't end well...

OOC You can all prattle now, and understand each other. Also Frogman, if you could make Corvid's text a different color, to differentiate between Corvid and Soilir, that'd be frabjous.

[Caput]

Vell lifts her bare left hand up to her face to look at it closely. she flexes and pokes it, deeply puzzled.

[Fragmaster01]

Vell: It's squishy to the touch. Very pliable and sturdy, though not what you'd call skin. Its texture seems similar to high-quality fleece.

[Caput]

Vell drops her flail, narrowly missing her foot. She scrabbles around on the floor for her gauntlet and starts trying to shove the awkward thing over her hand. "Gah! What is this magic?"

[JonnyGulliver]

As everything in his mind went "Duuuuh!" Tink's cravings for cotton candy and sugar-pop increased a hundred-fold. Suddenly, he is to big for his britches, and his energy more boundless. And where there stood a tall elven meany that was threatening to splay his brainage with a mace now stands an adorable (pink?) bunny roughly with his size an with an adorable expression of utter horror on it's face.

Did the universe decide it was Christmas? Does he have the power tochange meanies into softies?

The child-goblin has an absolutely gleeful smile paste upon it's tender face. Now the tables have turned. Vell is now the one about to be crushed... with Cuddles. "I Woooooove Yoooou Widddle Bunnny!!!," his stubby arms wrap around its waist so that now Vell is cheek to fuzzy cheek with the goblin, "I'mgonnahugzyouandtakecareofyouandwecanhavebogwat erteatogetherandbebeeeeestoffriends..."

Almost in afterthought, the goblin decides to test the limits of this newfound power. He points his index finger at the now ballz-tripping Guiness and mutters, "PONY!"

[sammichweasel]

Garr, his jaw now wider and more full of imposing canines, drops to all fours as he begins sniffing the air in true ernestness. SOMETHING here is clearly delicious.

The blue rabbit! That one! It smells like... rabbit! Garr bounds across the room to the pooka with the sword and fancypants, looming over it, before leaning down, gaping open his mouth... and giving it big, long, sloppy lick.

Then he sits back on his haunches and pants a bit, a happy grin on his face.

[Still_Pond]

Guiness slithers over to tuck himself up against a wall, sort of hiding. Sudden falls, explosions, people changing shape, it is all a bit much. The gaudy brightness of the world give him a head-ache, and there are few things psions dislike more. He shuts his eyes to try to block the light. It helps a little, the light blurs but he's still aware of things, as if he's looking through psychedelic fog.

Thinking it must be the cloak doing this, he fumbles with the latch and yanks it off. Nothing changes. He tosses the cloak onto the floor and backs away from it some. Nothing changes. He picks it back up and looks at it, dazzled a bit by the bright shifting hews radiating from it. He puts it back on after a little bit and re-clasps he clasp. He looks out over the group of assembled champions, each made up of their own unique colors. He looks down at himself, to see what color he is now.

Panic is still very close to breaking through the waters of his mind, but as the minutes pass he calms a little. He feels a little better in the company of those pink and blue pookas. He slithers over a little closer to them, still rather distracted by all the shifting hews around him.

[Frogman]

What? What just... Soilir says aloud while touching her suddenly fuzzy forehead. She slowly moves her hands in front of her and discovers that they aren't her hands, they're more like good luck charms.

What. The. Hell. Soilir looks frantically and discovers that not only had the ogre changed into what looked like a bipedal blue rabbit but the armored woman looked plush and was being accosted by a hyperactive goblin child. What? Who is responsible for this? Why are you pink Corvus?

Wait...I can understand what they're saying.

Can you strangers understand me? Do any of you understand what just happened? she calls out while furiously scratching at her new ears. Soilir just then noticed that the snake man was approaching. Somewhere in her newly lagomorphic body an instinct sent off a couple flares. She felt the overwhelming urge to dart into some tall grass but that stuff is never around when you need it.

[Still_Pond]

For some reason Guiness feels compelled to soothe the cute little shouting pooka. It isn't right that she is distraught. "Yesss, I can underssstand you, no need to ssshout. It would appear there are sssside effectsss to being chosen championsss of the lossst artifactsss. Perhapsss it is temporary?"