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Khrysa Then, the world around began to shift. The sensation creeping over her took an immediate startling effect. The sorcerer at first felt as though some spell was being cast upon her - and perhaps one was - but it soon became clear that it was much more than that. "Whaa-" Khrysa's jaw dropped when looking up at her surroundings and how everything had changed. It was no mere illusion, but a different place entirely. "Aahhh!" Khrysa yelped as she felt a hand atop her shoulder. She slowly turned her head in terror to catch a glimpse of what powerful monstrosity had made this happen...breathing a sigh of relief upon realizing that it was the trusty Rahat. The fact that none of her other companions seemed to be around kept her tension high, though. Then, the voices began. Khrysa looked all around, unable to identify the source of them. As she continued to tremble at this sudden development, the chatter about intrusion and eating them did nothing to assuage her fears. "We come not by our own intent. We mean no trespass, no harm." Khrysa was glad that the wise centaur had been able to retain her wits, but she was struggling to say the same about herself. "Y-y-yeah! W-we don't mean any harm, we were just heading to a...uhm, potluck thing! D...do you want to join in?" she asked meekly. Khrysa's months of traveling on the road had certainly brought her out of her sheltered existence living at the inn, but it had not nearly been long or eventful enough to make her comfortable with whatever was happening now. Last edited by Xyza; Jul 18th, 2024 at 10:07 PM. |
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Khrysa The loudest "leader" voice provided another hint, speaking as if it ruled the lands. Khrysa had anticipated a potential encounter with the "Prickly Queen" Lhorn had spoken of, but not until they'd reached the temple. And with it presumably speaking of the kind tree-person as its prisoner...Khrysa's immediate instinct was to speak in defense of her new friend, but her customer service training kicked in enough to hold her tongue for now. She instead tried to follow with Rahat's diplomatic approach. "Right, we didn't know we were trespassing! And of uh, the rules and such...we can un-nap the berries!" |
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Khrysa "Your Majesty is gracious beyond what we deserve. If I may ask, how does Your Majesty take her tea?" Khrysa stopped her train of thought and perked up to hear the answer. That was a good question to ask before they got too far into things. Tea could mean many different things, after all. The Silver Scale Inn had primarily served a simple and light green tea, but Khrysa had tasted a variety of different brews out on the road, including those with peculiarities such as having sugar added or causing an intense tingling sensation. She'd even heard rumors about a tea somewhere that had jelly-like bits in it. Khrysa had a suspicion that a being known as the Prickly Queen might have very persnickety tastes. Last edited by Xyza; Jul 28th, 2024 at 06:01 AM. |
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Khrysa "Surely tomato tea isn't what she's looking for?" she blurted out upon pondering what they could have meant. "Ahem, sorry," she turned to look to the only familiar face around these parts. "So...what happened? I've never experienced anything like this before..." Though she was undoubtedly concerned about these developments, Khrysa also felt a welling sense of adventure from this mystery they had been thrust into; she did leave home to adventure after all, and though ominous, the voices didn't seem to mean immediate harm, in fact hosting a tea party instead. "I suppose we need to find a way around here, but I have no idea how. Well..." Khrysa pulled a torch from her pack. If there were no objections from Rahat, she lit it with a tinderbox then used a subtle bit of Control Flamesmagic to amplify the light produced by it and turn it a calming light blue color. "Hopefully now we can at least see...anything," she peered around, but still struggled amidst the deep fog. "Do you think we need to leave breadcrumbs to keep track of where we've been like in the stories?" |
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