Ravens and Wizards [Red Raven Dominion of Far Pando]

[The Wizard Council]

RED RAVEN DOMINION OF FAR PANDO

Ravens and Wizards


You ever have one of those days where everything is just going so well? There's no violence or fighting and your intergalactic treaty with a race of sentient slugs goes over without even a singled veiled threat and then everything just gets weird. Well that was today for the most part. The Red Raven criminal syndicate had come to the farm planet of Far Pando to put in place it's shadow leader and make the rulers of the planets very wealthy in the process. They would elevate them from simple farmers to multi millionaire playhutt slugs overnight. And who would say no? Certainly not these slugs, and that's why everything was going perfect. Once the talks had finished and the after party was in effect the Red Raven syndicate would find themselves on a very large piece of farm that was thousands of acres wide partying it up to celebrate a brand new treaty between their organization and the simple farm folk of this once Hutt controlled planet. The Ravens and Yahk-Tosh had one hell of a hoot nanny, or shin dig? Whatever redneck slugs would call it they had it going down and it was a time to be happy and merry. You may ask why would the ravens be interested in a farming world? That's a good question, and the answer to that was

"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!"

A bolt of thunder cracked into the air and soon a pack of six grey hooded figures stood at the center of the party. They stood at various heights with differently shaped bodies and weights. Some were plump in their robes and clearly needed to size up or they would soon burst out of them, others were lanky and bony looking and the robe hung off them like industrial sized curtains. The hooded cloaked figure at the center spoke in his loud booming voice that cascaded across the land.

"Thou hath brought outsiders to our place of play! And for that thou must pay penance and play the game set to beseech thee of thine's mortal coil!!" The center figure said.

"Taketh the slug for good measure!" The lanky figure said

"If thou refuses you shalt be slain by the council of Far Pando!" The chunky short figure said on the right.

"Let the game begin!" The center most cloaked figure said and with a flash of light bright enough to burn retinas the council of far Pando was gone along with the prime minister of Far Pando.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=qkYSuWSPkHI

When everyone opened their eyes once more things were... different? Rather than the farm they were once on the buildings and facilities had all changed into cobblestone buildings with straw roofs, the ground beneath them appeared to be made of the same material as well. And the Yahk-Tosh, they had changed as well. What were once four eyed slugs had shifted into bipedal humans wearing clothing straight out of a fairy tale. All around the ravens the farm had changed from, well a farm. Into a freaking medieval village complete with torch light streets and no plumbing. And the strangest part of it was that it all felt so real. The force was positively humming in the air and for most force users they could tell they were under the combined mental prowess of master mentalists. They had altered everyone's perception of reality to this one and to say the least it was pretty lame. But it didn't just end there, they ravens themselves had changed as well. From their current forms and species to that of new creatures some of which never before seen in the galaxy before.

Ding ding ding ding

"HEAR YEE HEAR YEE!! THE KING HATH BEEN TAKEN BY THE BLACK COUNCIL OF WARLOCKS!!" A town crier yelled out as he moved through the streets of the cobblestone village.

"HEAR YEE HEAR YEE!!" He said again and walked among the people who were crowding around to hear the news. But if that still weren't enough things got weirder

"Your party arrives at the village of Pandathu. You look around and see that the king of the kingdom has been taken by an evil group of warlocks. The people cry out for a hero to save them and defeat the mighty evil sorcerers. What do you do?" A voice said that strangely only the ravens and assorted guests could hear.

OOC:
The slug king of Far Pando has been taken and it's up to your party to take him back from the evil council of wizards and save the day! Start by picking your race and class and continue from there. The game master will help you along the way and give you tasks and obstacles as you venture forth to save the slug king! Side quest or mainline it is up to you, if you want to go solo from the ground the game master will oblige and write a separate story arc for your character. Also all wizards must have beards! MANDATORY!!!

OOC HEADER
Location:
Objective:
Allies:
Enemies:
Race:
Class:

Classes

Warrior: Warriors can use brawn to power through obstacles and punch things in the face

Bard: Bards can use the sweet sweet baby making music of old to help solve obstacles

Wizard: Wizards have the power of the elements themselves to help brood their way through obstacles with cranky awesomeness

Rouge: Rouges can use poison, theft, and have extra guile to lie and cheat through obstacles

Engineer: Engineers use black powder weapons and bombs to blast throne way through enemies and their complex workings of machines help the stickiest of dungeon crawling situations

Hunter: Hunters are excellent bowmen and their knowledge of beasts and forestry can help get through obstacles

Cleric: Can resurrect fallen comrades and kill any undead enemy that passes as well as heal teammates and other folk that come across their path.


Races

Gnome
Halfling
Dwarf
Elf
Half elf
Tiefling
Human
Half Orc
Gensai
Deva
Dragonborn
Goliath

Class and Race Info: You can pick any combination of race or class but picking two that go together generally help.

Weapons
Your starting gear is basic, iron and steel weapons. Pick whatever fantasy weapon you want, wizards can have staffs, wands, books doesn't you will gain new and better gear as you get your quest on.


OBJECTIVE 1: Rescue the Slug King from the evil Wizards!

OBJECTIVE 2: SIDE QUEST YO!!

 

[Cryax Bane]

Race: Gnome, Class: Wizard​

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Farms epitomized the things that Cryax Bane hated about the outdoors. The grass aggravated his allergies, the animals smelled worse than a zoo, and no matter how carefully he tread, he still managed to step in manure. However, the Red Ravens needed to curry the favor of the simple farmer folk of Red Pando in order to claim a stake on the planet, so here the crime boss was, along with a contingent of the criminal syndicate, negotiating with hick slugs.

At least the talks had gone well. The Ravens were in the final stage of sealing the deal, the after-party. Just when Bane was about to try some kind of homemade Yahk-Tosh moonshine, there was a deafening clap of thunder. That was odd. According to the Holonews that day, there were no storms in the Far Pando forecast. Suddenly, out of nowhere, standing before the entire party were robed figures, claiming to be from some council of Far Pando, and hollering at the top of their lungs about some kind of game.

The flash of light that came next was both blinding and disorienting, especially since once it dissipated, Cryax was stunned to find that he was definitely not on Far Pando anymore. Not only that, but the Chiss seemed to be inhabiting someone else’s body, and that someone had pale skin, a long white beard, and was pint-sized. Inspecting his garments, he found that he wore a long satin robe with pointy slippers on his feet and carried a large gnarled stick with a glowing orb stuck on the end.

Who the frell these people with him? Where had the Red Ravens gone? And where was that disembodied voice coming from?

[member="The Wizard Council"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Chiasa​

Twi'lek Narcissist ------> Deva Cleric​

"What.."

Chiasa raised a hand to her abused eyes, and then noticing a new and distressing lightness, ran said hand back over her skull before freezing, eyes wide. There was hair. And no lekku. Where were tchun and tchin? Ogodogodogod. Losing their lekku was about the worst thing a Twi'lek could imagine. You'd not only be mentally retarded by the loss of so much brain structure, you'd be terribly unattractive as well. There were a lot of things Chiasa could deal with. That was not one of them.

"I'm hideous!"

The distraught female proclaimed, eyes watering and entirely ignoring the transformation of the land around her and the town crier. Who cared about that when ones Lekku were gone?

In fact, she was just as if not more attractive than before, standing a slim and shapely 6'3", the now Deva had lightly glowing white eyes, light gray almost silvery skin, with familiar lilac tiger-stripes and long lilac hair. There was an almost supernatural stillness and beauty about her, only slightly marred by the current breakdown. her prior clothes were replaced by much more ornate ones, and unnoticed at her side sat a rather nasty looking mace and book.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: The Village
Objective: Rinse
Allies: [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]
Enemies: The Wizard Council
Race: Elf
Class: Hunter

"SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS!!" Was the last thing Patricia heard as she was laying atop a table with a few slugs pouring various liquor into her mouth in a small waterfall of booze.

After that there was a crack of thunder and everything got stupid weird. Instead of a lovely river of mind numbing goodness, buckets of cold and crappy water were being poured on her and above her were now tavern maidens cleaning the front of their establishment for the marrow. Patricia gasped and coughed as the water came down and she began to sputter and roll over.

"SON OF A!!" She trailed off and began to spew water from her mouth in little puffs of mist.

Standing up she got her bearing and took a good look around, the land had changed from a party, albeit slimey and gross party. To a freaking village out of a bedtime story, it was weird. Reaching up to pull her wet hair back she felt a little extra something where her ears were, her ears had gotten bigger. Much bigger, she almost shrieked at her elven beauty and taking another look down she was dressed in various animal pelts with a bow and quiver of arrows on her back.

"What the Fu-" she began to look around then she saw two people she instantly recognized.

Even though they were very much different now she knew them, it was Cryax and Chiasa. They had changed, a bit more than her but she still knew them. And with that the laughter came towards Cryax as Patricia fell over and began to LOL harder than anyone had ever LOL'd before. Dare I say there was a bit of ROFLing as well.

"OH MY GOD LOOK AT YOUR BABY HANDS!!" Patricia cackled with laughter and was all but coughing now.

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

Human Warrior

Location: *Pfft!* I dunno'...Is this real life?
Objective: Tally forth? No. Group up.
Allies: All Ravens involved. That currently includes [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Cryax Bane"]
Enemies: The frell if I know.

Everything went black for Jarven. Confused and dazed, he heard and saw a blue glowing something appear above his head. The sound became louder as it approached.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-vv2VPSyuvE

As the song ended, everything turned bright. He could see himself and the transformation he had gone through...well, there actually wasn't much of a transformation. He now had white armor, a sword, and a shield. Strangely enough, he couldn't feel a single patch of fur on his body. Other than that, he seemed to retain most of what he was, such as his appearance, his build, his...why did he feel shorter? Oh well. It must been some kind of optical illusion from all of this craziness.

Image:

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The brightness left and in it's place was a village. He stumbled a little, confused by his surroundings. He was on the outskirts of what appeared to be a village. When he took in the sights, he soon noticed that he was next to 3 people: a bearded midget, a tall, graceful woman, and a third most beautiful, blonde haired woman with pointy ears. She wore animal pelts and she was laughing at the annoyed midget.

"Wha-Who?" stuttered Jarven, highly confused. "Excuse me, but do you three know where my friends are? You can't miss them. One of them's a Twilek, another's a Chiss, and the third one's a beautiful, blonde haired woman...Patricia?!? Is that you!?!"

(I'm assuming that I would know Patricia's name by now)

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: The Village
Objective: Swing her shiny sword
Allies: [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"]
Enemies: [member="The Wizard Council"]

Dakita Calfur was in the galaxy's worst mood ever. Here the Ravens were on another bumblekark planet with basically no running water, no cute guys and no city shopping center. Was that a portable toilet over there in the field? Ugh!!! Her high heels kept sinking in the mud making it hard to walk. "It's okay Wilhelm," she said to the ropo who ubiquitously sat in her giant handbag.
And then there all of these bearded fellows who were talking in a language she barely understood. I mean who says things like "taketh the slug." Is that how farmers really talked?

When the change happened the Zeltron was caught as unaware as the rest of the Red Ravens. When she came too she was sitting on the ground. But she felt bigger somehow and not just in the body. She looked down at her chest. "Whoa," Dak whispered.

"You guys, you guys, I think..." she said standing up and looking around. And then she saw that Cryax Bane had turned into a small little man. Chiasa was missing her lekku and was wearing this totally weird outfit and then there was Patricia. She giggled at Patricia who looked kind of the same except her ears were really, really pointy! Dakita couldn't stop laughing. "Did someone spike my drink?" she asked hardly believing her eyes. "Or is there some kind of crazy narcotic spice in the air?"

A little shriek momentarily pierced her ears and a tiny winged reptile came flying out of what was now her knapsack. He was covered in short white fur and his forked tongue stuck out. Was that Wilhelm?

Dakita looked down at what she was wearing and shrugged. Aside from the sword and the baby dragon she looked like one of the Dragon Palace Casino showgirls on any given night.

Spoiler

 

[Foebacca]

Race: Dragonborn
Class: Warrior of course.
Location: Village
Objective: Kill every Council member.
Allies: Ravens
Enemies: the dumb karking Wizards.

Last thing Foebacca knew before waking up in the middle of the village was that he had just done six shots in a row off of a random female Raven then bam blacked out. Waking was not pleasant at all. With the light from the torches came a splitting headache. As he stood up his world swam, with a stumbling gait he made it to the side of the street and keaned against a wagon...that tilted. "What the frak?" He looked down at the wagon and saw his hands..well claws now. "HOLY HUTTFRAK!! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HANDS!" He grabbed his head when he shouted. Still had that hangover headache he did. He felt his head then. It was rough and scaly like a dragon would be. The hell happened to him? What did he drink lasr night? He was working his way to find a reflective surface when he caught sight of someone laughing and screaming about baby hands. His attention turned to who she pointed at and stumbled over to the group. "Baby hands? He is not a baby nor are his hands."

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Dakita Calfur"] @ Patricia Susan Garter [member="Jarven Zexxel"]

 

[The Wizard Council]

Location: The tower of evil
Objective: Brood
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Dakita Calfur"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Foebacca"]


In a obnoxiously large, pointy, tall, and black tower miles on the horizon the council of wizards had gathered to discuss what way to best destroy the outsiders who had attacked their land, and also give a lot of forced exposition for the readers. So sitting around a round table the five hooded wizards of now various colors and body types began to converse.

"This meeting has begun to discuss the removal of these criminal scum upon our world." The tallest wizard said to the group.

"Edgar what say you?" He asked his fellow wizard by his side.

"Eugene I told you! When we are in character my name is Krull the Wise." The little stout wizard retorted back to the taller man.

Sighing the wizard ran a very human hand down his hooded face and groaned.

"Fine, Krull the Wise." He said in almost a mocking tone.

"What do you suggest we do for these ruffians?" The taller wizard asked the smaller more stout man.

"Well I say we summon the goblin horde and wipe them out now before they figure out what's happening." The stout wizard said before a more lanky and sniffle filled wizard interrupted.

"The goblins can not be summoned upon the village, they know not self control. They will slaughter the whole village and we will have to replace the villagers." The lanky wizard said.

"Very good observation Gary I-" the lanky wizard paused the leader of the group but he sighed and quickly corrected himself.

"Very good observation Wizard Awsomus." He said with a very large sigh of frustration afterwards.

Things were going nowhere until the smallest of them piped up with a hand and a shrill female voice said with all hoods turned to her.

"Let's send the necromancer, he can take them out easily." She said softly then the rest of them all nodded heads in agreement because she was a girl and the rest were very lonely.

"All are in favor of the necromancer?" Said the tallest wizard.

All shook their head in agreement and plans were set in motion.

 

[The Dungeon Master]

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Dakita Calfur"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

The disembodied voice of a very frustrated and overworked dungeon master came back to the ravens on the ground and with a bit more rasp and assertiveness the voice only they could hear returned.

"YOUR PARTY ARRIVES IN THE VILLAGE OF PANDATHU!!" He yelled loudly to get their attention.

"The evil wizards have made plans for your destruction, the people cry out for a hero! What!! Do!! You!! Do?!!" The voice sounded very annoyed now.

Ahead of the ravens the town was still bustling with life and energy. A very hectic vibe was about as people worried about their king. The town cider who probably was the BEST PERSON TO TALK TO!! Was very lively clanging his bell and telling the news about the kings disappearance. However it was everyone's choice to go do whatever or if they weren't smart enough to know the king was probably in the spooky tower off in the distance.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Location: Village
Objective: Recover Lekku
Allies: Ravens
Enemies: EVERYONE UNTIL THE LEKKU ARE RETURNED

"HEY! HEY YOU!"

The six foot and a bit angelic female stood like the fury of the gods, fists balled and head titled back as she screamed up at the sky and whoever the kark kept talking into their heads.

"WHERE"

"ARE"

"MY"

"LEKKU?!?"

Someone was going to die. No, first they were going to lose whatever bits they loved most and THEN they were going to die.

[member="The Dungeon Master"]

 

[The Dungeon Master]

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Dakita Calfur"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

The disembodied voice returned again to lay the smack down on the Deva who really needed to learn how to deal with the cards she was dealt. So with aggravation and scorn the voice began to speak to the woman like she was a five year old in need of a lecture.

"Your stupid head tails are still attached to your head, this is an altered reality. When it is over and if you aren't dead you will all return to normal selves and get on with your pointless stupid lives in a galaxy far far away. Now play the fucking game before I decide you are standing in a pit of flesh eating parasites." The voice trailer off with a few choice curse words and finished up.

"Now get back to it!!" The voice cracked loudly like thunder then vanished.

 

[Keira Priest]

Tiefling Rogue

Location: The village
Objective: Regroup
Allies: [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"], [member="Foebacca"], [member="Dakita Calfur"], [member="Jarven Zexxel"], [member="Patricia Susan Garter"], [member="Cryax Bane"]
Enemies: [member="The Wizard Council"]

The first thing Keira noticed upon opening her eyes was that the Force itself felt different. Instead of its usual presence in the background as something to be drawn upon or manipulated at will, it seemed to permeate the very air, humming to her senses. Wherever they were, the energy field was in a much higher concentration than what she and most other Force users considered the galactic average. But while she could still detect the familiar pull, she wasn't certain if influencing it was within her capabilities just yet. Her grasp on it felt looser despite the high concentration that spoke of being under some type of illusion, though her surroundings had the touch of authenticity that most lacked. Weird...

Her train of thought was interrupted by a nearby commotion, and she blinked, recognizing the figures despite their unusual appearance. Perhaps it was the Force, or just her own intuition, but it prompted her to study herself for a moment. Looking down at her hands, she noted that her complexion was much paler than usual, even deathly so, her fingernails black and tapering into claws. With a slight frown she reached up to run her hands through her hair, finding that it was much shorter. Not only that, but small horns protruded from the front of her head, and her ears were longer, ending in points. After running her tongue across her teeth, she determined they were much sharper, her canines more notably so. Something was very wrong.

Having deduced that there was nothing about her strange appearance that could be changed, she again turned her attention to those she assumed were the other Ravens nearby. Though she couldn't exactly pick out who was who, their presence still radiated that air of familiarity that was lost on any of the other individuals milling about, and so she picked her way through the small crowd of people towards them, remaining silent for a moment and continuing to gather her bearings. What the frell happened?

The small community was still very much rural, but the general population had changed. Instead of the varying number of species, alien and near-human alike that had previously inhabited the farm town, they were all decidedly human, their clothing having changed to what could be considered a more ancient fashion as well. Whatever had happened after that thunderclap, it was most certainly not just your usual bad weather.

"Anyone know what's going on?"

Spoiler

 

[Robbi]

Location: The village
Objective: Figure out how to walk on two legs

Robbi had no idea how he'd gotten on this planet. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in a newly empty cookie box on some ship he'd stowed away on... and then he woke up ina pile of trash in the middle of a field! And there wasn't even anything good in the trash. He wasn't hungry again quiet yet, though. He was more inetrested in figuring out where he was. It smelled funny here- not like the city planets he usually ended up on... But it didn't smell very good, either... The little Vespert sniffed around a bit, trying to figure out the new smells, before realizing what it was... as a nearby Bantha made a desposit. "Ewww!" It didn't take more incentive then that for the small bat-like sentient to take wing, and get out of the Bantha field as soon as possible.

This didn't look like the usual kind of place he found after being thrown out of ships' kitchens... All the houses were small and funny, all amde of wood and straw... the only normal looking people were all in a group in the middle of the little village- talking to some guys in weird robes. What'e they doing? Maybe they had a ship nearby? Maybe they had more cookies in there! Robbi quickly flew over to the nearest tree, watching the little group chat with the people in the colorful robes.

One flash of light and sudden sleep later, Robbi woke up on the forest floor below the tree he had been perched on. "What happened..?" Robbi's eyes went wide. His voice sounded funny! Robbi looked down suddenly, wondering what was wrong... "W- What..." He looked like a human! With a beard! And hands and feet! Robbi blinked several times at his hands, wiggling around his new thumbs. He had thumbs! After a few more seconds of staring at his hands, Robbi looked up to see the tree he had been in before. It seemed a lot smaller.. No... He was bigger! He was huge! He tried to push himself to his feet, trying to see how tall he was. However, he wasn't quite used to walking on just two legs... and promptly fell on his face. "Woah!" With a crash a short, long-bearded and incredibly brawny Dwarf with a huge pickaxe on his back crashed through the bushes near the others.

Race: Dwarf, Class: Warrior
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ytWz0qVvBZ0

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Still attached? Oh thank the Gods! The female didn't really listen to the rest as well as perhaps she could have. Something something win a game and get your Lekku back. That was what she heard. Fine good. She'd win every damned game in the galaxy if her tchun and tchin were at stake. Straightening her new clothes, she wondered briefly at just how useful the semi-armour was when it left so much of her midriff bare. A glance up as she decided she was psychologically settled enough to deal with the rest of the world had her eyes settling on [member="Dakita Calfur"] and deciding that in comparison, she was dressed like a paragon of practicality.

It was at this point she noticed the mace and book at her side. The mace had a leather wrap ending in a loop that hooked neatly over part of her belt at her side. This was good to have. It wasn't the kind of mace she usually carried, but someone was going to get it in the face all the same. A quick look at the book 'Clericism for Dummies', good, fine, some gobledie-gook about spells.

Another look at her companions. Lack of armour with the derp-dragon had to be Dak, not many other Ravens could deal with that outfit and the sudden change like this was just another day in the office. [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] still looked enough like herself that she was recognizable. Big and scaly sounded like [member="Foebacca"], that must be fun considering how Wookiees usually felt about Trandoshans and other lizardy-folks. White knight sounded like [member="Jarven Zexxel"] and seemed to be taking the change a bit hard. The midget was harder to tell, not having spoken or flipped his lid yet. [member="Keira Ticon"]'s voice was coming out of some sort of creepy black eyed piece of tail which was probably still going to draw the men and annoy the kark out of her. The gent wandering into bushes? Who knew, could be any of the Ravens, they'd drunk enough. One of the shorties had to be [member="Cryax Bane"], whether it was the skinny one or the stout she had no idea yet.

Right now though, none of that mattered.

She had to win the goddamned game.

Long legs striding, the Deva crossed the ground to the Town Crier, snatching his bell and tossing it over her shoulder, she lifted him bodily by the collar.

"YOU! Where is this stupid King and these stupid warlocks?"

She demanded, giving him a shake for emphasis.

Win the game. Get the King back, smash the council's faces in case this was their fault, get her glorious, glorious lekku back. She couldn't live as hideous as she was! She didn't know how to exist in a world where she wasn't attractive! Her Lekku had been uncommonly long and perfect proportioned, everyone had said so!

[member="The Dungeon Master"] [member="Robbi"]

 

[Puppet Kyrios]

Location: village
Objective: not freak out at shortness
Allies: @Robbi@Keira Ticon@Foebacca@Dakita Calfur[member="Jarven Zexxel"][member="Patricia Susan Garter"][member="Cryax Bane"]
Enemies: [member="The Wizard Council"]
Race: Halfling
Class: Warrior

Asteria screamed when she looked at herself in the mirror, not recognizing the person in it. Her hair was short and curly, she was wearing a simple dress with a green vest, and a red overcoat. She had a small blade that in normal size Asteria would consider a knife attached to a belt around her waist where her vibroblade should have been, and she was barefoot with hairy feet. And she was short, at least 4'2". Asteria rushed over to the elf that looked like Patricia, terror filling her face.

"PATRICIA, WHAT IS GOING ON?! WHY AM I SO SHORT?"

She had to look up at the young mother, which unnerved her, and the baby bump on her belly was more noticeable now that she was so small.

 

[The Dungeon Master]

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

The tell Deva shook the Town Crier and he began to get really dizzy as he screamed for help and his mommy. The woman had shoved get way through a crowd of people and was now assaulting the man who was delivering the news of their king's fate. So that generally made the peoe who were around him mad at the woman's actions.

"HES IN THE TOWER!!" The man yelled loudly and was quite scared, Chiasa had plus two intimidation and she was really putting it to work on this defenseless man who was only armed with a bell she quickly disposed of.

"Hey!! Stop that!!" A man yelled in the crowd and the people all began to brandish knives and pitchforks as they closed on to save the town crier.

"Your actions have upset the towns people, they now wish to beat you up and probably stab you once or twice or something." The disembodied voice said to Chiasa and only Chiasa

"Mayhaps a spell from a cleric might ease their rebellious ways, mayhaps." The voice said again to the woman

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: The Village
Objective: Rinse
Allies: [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Dakita Calfur"] [member="Foebacca"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Robbi"] [member="Asteria Starcatcher"]
Enemies: The Wizard Council
Race: Elf
Class: Hunter

Patricia finished up her laughing fit and she had coughed herself into near oblivion at the sight of Cryax. She wiped her now purple eyes of tears and stood up, it was safe to say no matter what had happened and creepy disembodied voice aside this really made her day. It was just a shame she couldn't take a picture and post it online right now at the little Cryax's situation. So she heard a familiar voice and Jarven was there to say hello, it was nice to have someone around who had a clue. And he was complimenting her beauty, Patricia giggled and walked up to him and put a leg on his hips as she pressed against him and kissed the side of his helmet.

"Take it easy Casanova, it's me." She said with a smile before a small voice yelled at her what was going on.

Turning around and down she looked and saw that Astria had been pint sized too. And she just couldn't hold it again. She began to laugh, and laugh about what she saw. Oh her voice was so perfect!

"I CANT!! I JUST CANT!!" She was laughing hard and clutching her now flat stomach since stomach since she had given birth.

But she kept laughing but not as hard anymore and quickly regained her composer to explain things to [member="Asteria Starcatcher"] and [member="Foebacca"] who was doing shots off her last she checked.

"We are caught in a mental prison, it's warped our bodies and minds and apparently we need to play this game to get out." She said to the two of them then looked over to the dwarf who had clearly drank too much at the party.

"I'm not sure who you are but welcome aboard, I think we need to get attack that tower in the distance." She pointed out and looked over to speak to [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]. But she was being surrounded by pissed off villagers

"So anymore questions?"

 

[Foebacca]

Foebacca heard the villiagers and headed that way. " You want to not harm the pretty lady here. Trust me on this we are here to help get your king back. If you harm my beautiful friend here I am going to have to beat you," he pointed at a random villager, " with him. Got it?"
The wookie turned lizard-folk tried to look as menacing as he could. It was a very simple message. This is not the cleric you are looking for. He really didnt have any weapons then again he was part dragon..he was a karking weapon. The poor guy had a splitting headache and now he had to talk to the locals. Nice one God. What karma caused this? It was like dealing with some nerdy kid that threw fits when the game wasn't played his way.

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

Human Warrior
Location: Village
Objective: Mediate this problem
Allies: Ravens, [member="Foebacca"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="The Dungeon Master"] [member="Asteria Starcatcher"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]
Enemies: We'll see

Patricia kissed him on the side of his helmet. He started to blush inside the confines of the metal and grin widely. Wow. I wish I hadn't been wearing my helmet...As she turned to greet some of her friends, he turned to face a source of commotion. Analyzing the situation, he started to come up with a plan. It was still in the making when he noticed the villagers turning angry and confrontational.

He noticed a certain young, wolfish villager eye up Patricia and move towards her a little. Walking in front of him and knocking his side with the shield, he brought his sword to rest upon his shoulder. He said in a perfectly conversational tone to the villager, "If I see you within 20 feet of that woman again *pointing at Patricia*, I will stab your eyes out. Then, I'll probably stab you in the gettse just to be safe. Got it?" The villager nodded voraciously and exited in an expeditious manner.

Moving to the town center, Jarven grabbed up the town crier's bell, walked over to he and Chiasa, and whispered to Chiasa, "Hey, come on, now. THEY *pointing at the tower* have your lekku, not this man." He then tried to help the town crier down. Setting him down, he gave the man his bell, turned, and addressed the crowd.

"Citizens of...this village! What my compatriots MEAN to say is...umm...is that in our EXUBERANT drive for justice and peace, we have come to save your king and rid the evil that would try to plague this *looks around*...er, beautiful land! For if we were not to help you, then who would give us quests and gold and backstory and plot twists and items and weapons and repairs and a warm meal?! We are YOUR heroes, for without you, we have no purpose! So, let us help you by helping us! You've earned it!...So...give us a bunch of useful stuff and we'll go adventuring for you...please?"

 

[Not Ordo]

The epic form of the great ship dropped from hyperspace and hung unmoving for a long moment. Helmetus looked out the viewport and nodded.

"I claim this world in the name of me." He said, "what is the ugly ball of poodoo called?"

"Far Pando, Sir." Rod responded.

"Who names these places? A forty something fat man with no neck?"

"I don't know my Lord."

"I felt the capitalization of Lord in your voice. Good work Major."

"Thank you sir."

"Name it Nargongo and praise me."

"HAIL HELMETUS!"

"Fething right hail me."

The work of claiming the world done they activated their hyperdrive and went to the next world.