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<div></div><br> <br>It is a fine evening, and the forest buzzes with the chrping of birds and bugs and the clandestine, every day business of little forest animals. A small camp has been set up here at the edge of the forest a few low tents scattered around a fire pit. Standing in the middle of the camp is what seems to be a Creator! Albeit one dressed simply in a scholar's robe and with no sign of any of the strange technology and magic devices that most Creators seem to have. Off to one side of the camp is a high corral, the inside hidden from view by the tight, wooden slats.<br> <br>Dressed in her typical plain-clothes of black shorts and her yellow jacket, Millicent makes her way onto the scene, tail swaying behind her. "Well this is different. H'lo there! You were the one that asked for help with the gops, yeah? Are you a researcher of some kind?"<br> <br>Lo and behold as Thelergramor stalks through the forest alongside his golem! In his red hooded gambeson, plague mask, pants <those are important> and armed with his golem grasper, dagger, two pistols held on his chest, and his delusions of grandeur. The wolf stops when he sees a creator. Without creator tech. Interesting. Tries to determine their gender; always has a hard time telling that. Does the, according to Rainer, proper greeting to the creator: Gently running a hand down their face. Seems to be in a -really- good mood if he's showing respect to one of them creators.<br> <br>A young jasmine being walks towards the camp, wearing their usual bodycovering heavy cloak. Upon closing in on the group, and the Creator in particular the plant being stops, wafting their sweet jasmine all around them. Rokarion then sarts speaking to the Creator in their calm and polite tone, "Greetings.....Mister Lawrence Parker I presume? I find it interesting that one of the Creators is here wearing our attire and not using your people's advanced technology, I assume you are here independently? And if I may ask do you want the gops to research their nature? Or is there another purpose for them? Perhaps an attempt to domesticate them?"<br> <br>Clad in the flowing robes of the Aranian order over her typical wetsuit, the nurse shark makes her muted way into the camp. She crackles with earth, air and water magic, though none of them currently active. She takes out her chalkboard. She marks it up: <Gops? Strange request. And a Creator? Odd...><br> <br>Lilly makes her way through the forest, approaching the camp in the woods as well; the big, burly shark grins as she spots a few familiar faces, and her ears twitch. "Hey, Milli, Cir- oh woa, yer the one that put up the notice?" Lilly asks the Creator, pulling a flier from inside of her scaled vest. "So what are we doing?"<br> <br>"Hello!" the Creator says, returning Thelergramor's petted greeting, "Yes, I am Lawrence. Please, have a seat and I will explain what I need." The Creator's speech is flawless, though it sounds as though he grew up in an academy. He watches as the beings sit on the wooden logs around the fire pit, or remain standing. "I am working here under the supervision of Mister Parson," he says, "Documenting some of the more unusual fauna in the area." He waves a small journal at the group, apparently his research. "I fear that I am permitted only very basic technology, as I share all of my findings with your academy and they must be able to reproduce my findings," he explains, "Lately, I have been studying the creatures you call gops." | <div></div><br> <br>It is a fine evening, and the forest buzzes with the chrping of birds and bugs and the clandestine, every day business of little forest animals. A small camp has been set up here at the edge of the forest a few low tents scattered around a fire pit. Standing in the middle of the camp is what seems to be a Creator! Albeit one dressed simply in a scholar's robe and with no sign of any of the strange technology and magic devices that most Creators seem to have. Off to one side of the camp is a high corral, the inside hidden from view by the tight, wooden slats.<br> <br>Dressed in her typical plain-clothes of black shorts and her yellow jacket, Millicent makes her way onto the scene, tail swaying behind her. "Well this is different. H'lo there! You were the one that asked for help with the gops, yeah? Are you a researcher of some kind?"<br> <br>Lo and behold as Thelergramor stalks through the forest alongside his golem! In his red hooded gambeson, plague mask, pants <those are important> and armed with his golem grasper, dagger, two pistols held on his chest, and his delusions of grandeur. The wolf stops when he sees a creator. Without creator tech. Interesting. Tries to determine their gender; always has a hard time telling that. Does the, according to Rainer, proper greeting to the creator: Gently running a hand down their face. Seems to be in a -really- good mood if he's showing respect to one of them creators.<br> <br>A young jasmine being walks towards the camp, wearing their usual bodycovering heavy cloak. Upon closing in on the group, and the Creator in particular the plant being stops, wafting their sweet jasmine all around them. Rokarion then sarts speaking to the Creator in their calm and polite tone, "Greetings.....Mister Lawrence Parker I presume? I find it interesting that one of the Creators is here wearing our attire and not using your people's advanced technology, I assume you are here independently? And if I may ask do you want the gops to research their nature? Or is there another purpose for them? Perhaps an attempt to domesticate them?"<br> <br>Clad in the flowing robes of the Aranian order over her typical wetsuit, the nurse shark makes her muted way into the camp. She crackles with earth, air and water magic, though none of them currently active. She takes out her chalkboard. She marks it up: <Gops? Strange request. And a Creator? Odd...><br> <br>Lilly makes her way through the forest, approaching the camp in the woods as well; the big, burly shark grins as she spots a few familiar faces, and her ears twitch. "Hey, Milli, Cir- oh woa, yer the one that put up the notice?" Lilly asks the Creator, pulling a flier from inside of her scaled vest. "So what are we doing?"<br> <br>"Hello!" the Creator says, returning Thelergramor's petted greeting, "Yes, I am Lawrence. Please, have a seat and I will explain what I need." The Creator's speech is flawless, though it sounds as though he grew up in an academy. He watches as the beings sit on the wooden logs around the fire pit, or remain standing. "I am working here under the supervision of Mister Parson," he says, "Documenting some of the more unusual fauna in the area." He waves a small journal at the group, apparently his research. "I fear that I am permitted only very basic technology, as I share all of my findings with your academy and they must be able to reproduce my findings," he explains, "Lately, I have been studying the creatures you call gops." | ||
| − | "Unfortunately," he continues, "The gops that I had managed to capture before seem to have escaped." He points to the gate of the corral. "I would just round up more," he says, "except I have been studying the effects of an altered diet on these green forest gops and I would hate to start over!"<br> <br>Millicent gives a polite nod to Lilly, smiling. "Hello there! Nice to see you again," she says, turning back towards the Creator. "How long ago? Isn't it possible that the escaped gops might have eaten something already to skew the data? I'm no researcher, but... I think that's called tainted data or something? I don't know. But if you think it's fine, I will help, yes!"<br> <br>Thelergramor adjusts his mask after the returned pat. Is one of the one who remain standing. Leans on his golem. "So, want us to wrangle 'em up, then? I don't exactly know how to get them back here without... er, harming them significantly." Gops. All gooey and... well, gooey about covers it.<br> <br>Rokarion thinks for a moment, mulling on what the Creator have said, before fiddling with something, unknown since his hands are hidden by the cloak. Rokarion then says, "May I ask what is that diet that you are giving to the gobs? And what is the reason for it? I mean you will have to repeat the whole process again to ensure that the gops escape did not affect their diet. So you might as well get some new specimens? Unless, of course your specimens have a special trait or such that we might don't know of or that can help us identify them."<br> <br>Cirra walks over to the enclosure, sniffing it a bit to determine if these gops had a different scent from normal. If they did, she would try to use air magic to write a spell to track down the escaped gops. After all, if air magic can guide a strike or improve aid, surely it could be used to track.<br> <br>Lilly listents quietly to Creator Lawrence's story as she sits on one of the logs, nodding her head. She thinks for a minute or so after he finishes, then looks over at the corall. "Were they let out? How'd you catch them the first time?"<br> <br>Lawrence perks up noticably as the beings ask questions about his research and his gops. "It should be no trouble to tell my gops from the others in the forest," he says, "You see, my theory is that all gops are really just one species and that the diet available in their environment determines the secondary characteristics we see." He becomes very animated as he flips through some pages of his little journal. "I found that, though the green forest gops were reticent about trying a new diet, once they began to feed on the fungi from the deep quarry, they began to take on characteristics of the mycogops!" he says, "Including the yellow coloration and the fungal protuberances!" He then looks a little confused and ashamed at Lilly's question. "Honestly," he says, "I don't know how they escaped. And catching them before was easy enough, I just baited some traps." The Creator holds out a pair of sacks. "The gops don't like to change their diets," he explains, "And will be attracted to these mushrooms. You can probably catch them or herd them this way once they get close. They probably have not gone far. They are quite lazy."<br> <br>Millicent nods along slowly and scratches the side of her muzzle. "I see, I see. Well... Ah, I'm no expert tracker! But I'll certainly help in the chasing, or grabbing, or... Well, whatever you happen to need me for," she says to the group as she settles her hands on her hips. "Any of you GOOD at tracking?" | + | "Unfortunately," he continues, "The gops that I had managed to capture before seem to have escaped." He points to the gate of the corral. "I would just round up more," he says, "except I have been studying the effects of an altered diet on these green forest gops and I would hate to start over!"<br> <br>Millicent gives a polite nod to Lilly, smiling. "Hello there! Nice to see you again," she says, turning back towards the Creator. "How long ago? Isn't it possible that the escaped gops might have eaten something already to skew the data? I'm no researcher, but... I think that's called tainted data or something? I don't know. But if you think it's fine, I will help, yes!"<br> <br>Thelergramor adjusts his mask after the returned pat. Is one of the one who remain standing. Leans on his golem. "So, want us to wrangle 'em up, then? I don't exactly know how to get them back here without... er, harming them significantly." Gops. All gooey and... well, gooey about covers it.<br> <br>Rokarion thinks for a moment, mulling on what the Creator have said, before fiddling with something, unknown since his hands are hidden by the cloak. Rokarion then says, "May I ask what is that diet that you are giving to the gobs? And what is the reason for it? I mean you will have to repeat the whole process again to ensure that the gops escape did not affect their diet. So you might as well get some new specimens? Unless, of course your specimens have a special trait or such that we might don't know of or that can help us identify them."<br> <br>Cirra walks over to the enclosure, sniffing it a bit to determine if these gops had a different scent from normal. If they did, she would try to use air magic to write a spell to track down the escaped gops. After all, if air magic can guide a strike or improve aid, surely it could be used to track.<br> <br>Lilly listents quietly to Creator Lawrence's story as she sits on one of the logs, nodding her head. She thinks for a minute or so after he finishes, then looks over at the corall. "Were they let out? How'd you catch them the first time?"<br> <br>Lawrence perks up noticably as the beings ask questions about his research and his gops. "It should be no trouble to tell my gops from the others in the forest," he says, "You see, my theory is that all gops are really just one species and that the diet available in their environment determines the secondary characteristics we see." He becomes very animated as he flips through some pages of his little journal. "I found that, though the green forest gops were reticent about trying a new diet, once they began to feed on the fungi from the deep quarry, they began to take on characteristics of the mycogops!" he says, "Including the yellow coloration and the fungal protuberances!" He then looks a little confused and ashamed at Lilly's question. "Honestly," he says, "I don't know how they escaped. And catching them before was easy enough, I just baited some traps." The Creator holds out a pair of sacks. "The gops don't like to change their diets," he explains, "And will be attracted to these mushrooms. You can probably catch them or herd them this way once they get close. They probably have not gone far. They are quite lazy."<br> <br>Millicent nods along slowly and scratches the side of her muzzle. "I see, I see. Well... Ah, I'm no expert tracker! But I'll certainly help in the chasing, or grabbing, or... Well, whatever you happen to need me for," she says to the group as she settles her hands on her hips. "Any of you GOOD at tracking?"<br> <br>Thelergramor squints. "Protuberances?" A shrug. "So, catch the gops... With mushrooms and sacks..." Innuendo is not lost on the wolf. "Shouldn't be too hard. Assuming you have enough mushrooms." To Millicent: "I've done my share of tracking, aye..." Bandit~ And bounty hunting. "Can't say if I'm good at it... But I've done it before."<br> <br>Rokarion slips a notebook, and a pen from under their cloak, and starts writing down notes as the creator speaks, nodding every now and then to show interest. After the creator finishes his speech. Rokarion adds, "So, you want us to set up some traps around the locations of your gops, and/or bait them directly using it? If no other gops around the area eat those muchrooms then I guess we can do it." With that the plant stands up, and waits for the creator to give them the bait.<br> <br>Finding the gops isn't going to be Cirra's job, it seems, since she can neither track nor trap the gops. She hopes she can be more useful later in the job to help corral the gops once they are recovered.<br> <br>"Huh," Lilly replies, arms crossed, as she listens. Then she nods her head and takes one of the bags of shrooms and nods her head. "Great. Sounds easy enough. You all ready to hit the search, then?"<br> <br>"I really can't thank you enough!" Lawrence says, "I have no idea how they escaped, but I really do need all three of them back." He passes a small sack of fragrant mushrooms to each freesword. "I don't recommend eating those," he says, "I understand that they are quite powerful and tend to be -" he says a long, complicated word in what must be Creator speak, "Good luck! I will be right here waiting when you have caught them!"<br> <br>Thelergramor nods at the creator, subsequently ordering his golem to follow him and sets off in what he believe to be the direction of the gops. With the mushrooms. Starts to look at them with a bit of interest... Hasn't eaten today... WEll, he has, but, ate his 'emergancy tater' already. So, has no food with him besides the shrooms. And is hungry. This won't end well. "Lets go get some gops then..."<br> <br>Rokarion takes the bag of mushrooms from the Creator. He might not have understood the word, but it was obvious from the context that this is not something to be taken by the more logically inclined. Hmmm, might have to ask the creator about it later. It can work as a pain duller if prepared correctely, maybe. The plant, stores the bag of mushrooms, and decides to follow after the wolf.<br> <br>Cirra takes her own bag. She's pretty sure someone else in the pack will find the gops first, but she tries anyways. At least the mushrooms should help. She definitely is NOT going to eat them, given that she understood the Creator.<br> <br>Lilly gives Creator Lewis a nod. "Right!" She takes a mushroom out and sniffs at it, then slings the bag over her shoulder and starts casting about the immediate area with the others, looking for... well, not footprints, of coutse, but residue or signs of passage.<br> <br>As the group splits off, it looks like Thelergramor and Rokarion have chosen to follow the forest path for now, Cirra has plunged into the undergrowth nearest the empty gop pen, and Lilly has gone off in another direction, striding with purpose. |
| + | "Wait up, Lilly!" Millicent calls out, trotting to catch up, "Shipmates should stick together!"<br> <br>Millicent rubs her chin as she moves along after Lilly. "So... What do you think we should look for, exactly? I've never exactly had to go gop hunting. And we don't really have gops in the sea. ... That I know of. maybe somewhere we do?"<br> <br>Thelergramor seems to have taken the wrong direction. Some tracker he is! "Hmm... Yeah, this might be the right way." It isn't. Pulls his mask down to hang it around his neck. Takes out one of the mushrooms. "So, what'd he say about the mushrooms? They make you strong, right?" He... Isn't good with creator language. And was only half listening. The wolf starts eating the shroom...<br> <br>Rokarion follows Thelergramor, as lost as he is. On the brightside, the stench of the swamp is lessened by the jasmine's scent. Rokarion shrugs, and answers serenity hiding his secret frustration, "I think we are lost, Mister Thelergramor, and........." The youthful plant's words are cut short as they stare at the wolf eating a mushroom. Still remaining as clam as ever from the outside they add quite quickly, "Mister Thelergramor. I am pretty sure that the Creator meant that those mushrooms have an adverse effect on beings. most likely as some kind of drug, or even a poison.<br> <br>Cirra gets a bit of an idea, slipping a mushroom out of her pack and generation a gust to spread the scent of the mushrooms, careful not to inhale it herself. She's hoping she can get the gops to come to her following the scent of their food.<br> <br>The big shark girl pokes around a bit, then motions for Millicent to look at something. "We're looking for something like that," Lilly says. "Where it kinda looks like a whole patch of grass was smooshed over and..." she leans in closer. "Yea. A little bit of gop slime. They went this way. Hey, C-" she starts to call out, then blinks; after catching herself, Lilly blows a puff of wind at the other shark to snag her attention, then motions with her fingers. <Over this way, I found something.><br> <br>Both sharks have done their jobs well! At least, if the sudden rustling in the bushes is any indication! Two gops lunge from the bushes near Lilly and Millicent, one of them slamming hard into the big shark girl and releasing a spray of yellowish spores in its excitement over the prospect of food! The second rolls precariously close to Millicent, glomping about with squishy noises, trying to get at her bag of mushrooms. | ||
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| + | Meanwhile, another gop has leapt from the foliage near Cirra, her air magic having done it's job! Now the gops have been found, only thing to do is get them back in their corral! | ||
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| + | On the other side of the camp, Rokarion and Thelergramor can just hear the shouts of surprise, though they see no signs of any gops on their own.<br> <br>Millicent startles a little, grimacing as Lilly is sprayed with the liquid and recoiling back, narrowly avoiding the gop as it goes by. "Ick. Gross," she grumbles as she maneuvers to get the gop to come towards her, pulling open the bag and largely just inviting it in, so that she can hopefully bag it.<br> <br>Thelergramor starts to trip out rather quickly... The mushroom a bit sweet tasting as it goes down. Smells like... Power. The wolfs pupils dilate and he grins; vision swirling into a bit of psychedelia momentarily. Then, starts waving to his constituents. The parading army should bow before his mighty hippo physique! He silences his advisor, Rokarion, with a look and the words: "Silence, Biddamin. Don't know why I brought you to a parade! I need no advice to smile and wave!" Hallucinogens~ The wolf shakes his golems hand; fortunately, not the sharp one. Then, draws his hood back and lays his amask atop his head as some kind of crown...<br> <br>Rokarion looks at the wolf for a second, before raising a petal of an eyebrow at the now obviously out of his mind wolf, well more so than usual. However, Rokarion also hears the screams from the other sides of the camp. Now to go and help a bunch of Freesword's with gops, or to watch a wolf he knows being slightly unhinged and dangerous? The answer seemed obvious now. Rokarion looked at the wold, and said, tone unchanging, "A parade?" Rokarion scans the area, and returns his gaze only to notice the Mask-Crown. Deciding to play along he continues, "Oh yes, the parade. But noble leader, don't you think that we should help the damsels who are screaming for our help? A brave warrior such as yourself with your faithful army can't shrink from helping the princesses of.....Gopland. They need our help!"<br> <br>The nurse shark smiles toothily as she notices she has the gop's attention. She begins sprinting back towards the corral, using more air maggic to disperse the scent of the mushrooms behind her to make herself a VERY appealing target to the gop.<br> <br>Lilly certainly WANTS to shout, and curse, and maybe even flail... but her better senses keep her in control and instead she closes her eyes and turns away, arm extending in front of her. After a moment she releases her near death-grip on the mushroom, offering it to the gop at the end of her outstretched arm and, slowly, edging back towards the corral.<br> <br>Cirra's gop follows gleefully after the shark, hungry for the mushrooms it can smell wafting in the artificial breeze, before too long, she has the bizarre, yellow gop flopping after her into the gop corral, sides tight enough to keep even these squishy things in. But now there is a very excited gop between her and the exit! | ||
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| + | Lilly isn't faring much better with her corrosive little bundle. Holding a gop is hard enough under regular circumstances, and this one is writhing and twisting trying to get its gelatinous mass at the mushroom in the shark's other hand. Once she finally hands it over, the mushroom is absorbed into the gop's flesh, floating in the yellow goo as the gop spews a new cloud of spores! | ||
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| + | And then there is Thelergramor. Who knew there was a royal hippo in that skinny wolf?<br> <br>Millicent has her gop bagged! Neat. She packs it up and flinches back as she snorts in some of the spores, making a face. Ugh. Whatever, she got it at least, right? She starts making her way back towards the the corral, though after a few paces her steps start to falter a little. Ugh. When did the way back get so... Steep. She huffs along, her steps becoming more lunge-like as she tries to get to her destination. What was her destination again? She couldn't remember, but it was probably at the top.<br> <br>Thelergramor turns to Rokarion, slowly, in an overblown dramatic fashion befitting a king. "Of course, my lupine friend! The noble maidens of gopland cannot be left to violation by maiden violating things! Yes, yes, things! Anoreth! Gather the soldiers!" He shouts, loud, at his golem. Then, eats another MUSHROOM OF POWER. Clearly, Rhomlyn has been reduced to someone named Anoreth. And then turns to charge in the direction of the screams! "ONWARD, TO BATTLE!" In his mind, he is backed by several hundred militiamen.<br> <br>Rokarion shakes his head as his "king" it seems charges into battle, and looks like he is Biddamin the wolf advisor for now. Rokarion quickly follows after Thel, mainly to prevent him from harming himself more than anything else. As Rokarion moves he decides to take a cautionary step, and with the equations done mentally he attempts to cover his king in a layer of ablative stone, "Noble leader, allow me to cover you in this armour of protection. It is a secret spell that only befits those of noble blood."<br> <br>Cirra, having a gop between her and the nearest exit, tosses her bag of mushrooms aside, blowing a large puff of their scent towards the gop so it knows where the food is as she tries to make herself scarce by heading the other way around the corral.<br> <br>Lilly staggers a couple of steps closer to the corral... then wobbles and stumbles. The shark nearly falls on -top- of the gop, insinctively cradling it in against her side as she goes down on a knee, catching herself with her other hand. She huffs and shakes her head again - then snaps her head up as play is called. She lets out a mighty battle roar, moves forward a few quick steps, and then extends her gop and gives it a swift punt straight for the corral, quickly charging after it.<br> <br>Hard to say what exactly is happening here. Lawrence comes hurrying out of his tent as the group starts to gather again in the camp. Cirra manages to skirt the hungry gop that she led back to the corral and ducks just in time to avoid taking Lilly's gop to the face! Millicent seems to be huffing and puffing in circles at the edge of camp, her gop bag flung over her shoulder, and Lawrence looks around in confusion as Thelergramor comes roaring into camp wielding what looks like a wooden spoon. "What the - -" the Creator uses some unfamiliar words, "Is happening out here?"<br> <br>Millicent pauses in her climb at the words that sounded oddly distant. "Huh?" She looks around, then back at the rest of the steps, huffing. "I have the thing!" She calls out, waving a hand around in the air. "Should I just... Put it down?" It sure would be a lot easier to climb without having to carry this bag around!<br> <br>Thelergramor takes a big friggin' leap into the air, knows he can fly! A master of the supernatural, as all the Good kings are! Lands, no longer does he run, just sort of hops. As high as he can, repeatedly to keep moving. "I have come to save the maidens! From the maiden violators! Otherwise known as pants and skirts!" Because all nobles need an heir. "Anoreth! Kneel!" Whether his golem kneels or not, the wolf <who thinks he is a flight capable hippo> runs towards his golem and uses it to get a higher jump! Towards the camp. And the bewildered creator.<br> <br>Rokarion rushes behind the Good King in an attempt to minimize any damage he could do. Reaching the camp again, Rokarion merely stares at the spectacle happening in front of him. However, his attention is soon caught back by Thelergramor attempting to use his golem as a launching pad? Seeing as how the gops seems to be all taken care off, Rokarion decides to amuse himself. With his fingers, he quickly starts drawing geometric shapes, and with a couple of equations said. Rokarion will attempt to actually make Thelergramor flight capable for a short while around the camp, let us see how the King will do with that.<br> <br>Cirra ducks out of the Corral, jsut in time to see Thelergramor doing an idiotic thing. She sighs, trying to figure out how best to diffuse this situation. If he gets out of hand... well, she's got backup for that reason.<br> <br>Lilly skids to a stop as she watches her kick sail straight into the net, then lets out a rowdy cheer! She begins dancing, the big shark girl walking in reverse back and forth a few times as she makes erratic motions with her arms, then pumps her fist in the air. She spots Cirra, then rushes over to wrap the smaller shark in a big hug. "WE WON!" she yells, oblivious to everyone else's lack of excitement. "WE! WON!!"<br> <br>Lawrence stares around incredulously at the erratic behavior of the gathered beings. Millicent's odd circle trudging, Lilly's exuberant celebration and most of all, Thelergramor shouting bizzarre orders as he flies around the camp! The Creator scholar hurries over and relieves Millicent of her bag and tosses it into the corral with the others before closing and carefully latching the gate, making sure his research specimens can't escape again. Then he just stares at the mad creatures in his camp.<br> <br>Millicent stares blankly for a moment and rubs at her head as the stairs start to fade away. She hadn't even noticed the bag was taken from her til she starts to come back to her senses. "Oof. That was... Wild. I think I need a seat," she says, settling down right on the spot to rub at her eyes.<br> <br>Thelergramor flies around the 'battlefield', flexing and things. Still trippin' balls from the shrooms he ingested. Doen't even realize he isn't in control of the flight. "Kneel to your king!" He starts flailing around like a crazy person. Though, to him, he sees himself regally hovering about above his army, constituents, swooning women and the peasantry. Is the greatest king ever!<br> <br>Rokarion looks at the Creator, before answering, "My assosciate here ate some of the mushrooms. I think I am keeping him floating around until further notice, do you know how long does the mushrooms effect last? I think he ate two or three." After saying that Rokarion goes back to his concentration on keeping the wolf airborne. Deciding to make the show a bit more spectacular, Rokarion attempts to add a few extra variables to pull off a 360 degree turn.<br> <br>The Nurse shark blushes at the antics of her companions, walking over to the Creator and writing on her chalkboard. <That is all of them? Or are there more?> She waits for him to read it, before wiping it clean and adding. <Also, The mushrooms cause illusions of the mind, no?><br> <br>Lilly starts dancing again, although she slows down to a stop as Cirra just wanders away from her. "... coach? But coach, we won!" She pumps her fist at the air again, then blinks and wobbles. "I... oooooo. I, er... I think I took a hit on that last drive, coach..."<br> <br>The Creator shakes his head as he watches the suddenly acrobatic display put on by Rokarion in the medium of one hallucinating Thelergramor. "I'm not sure," he says, "My research has been with the gops, and they show no reaction to the mushrooms more. . . exciting properties." He looks at Cirra's slate and nods. "Yes, just the three," he says, "And that is correct, they can cause strange visions." He looks at Lilly and Millicent. "Did they eat the mushrooms too?" he asks, disbelieving, "I thought I warned you not to eat them!"<br> <br>Millicent glances over towards the Creator and shakes her head, rubbing at her brow again. "No. We... I was trying to catch the gop, and as I was getting it into the bag it sprayed some... Spores. I accidentally inhaled some of it. I guess... I guess that's what did it!"<br> <br>Thelergramor starts spinning; in his mind believing thathe is still quite in control. Just starts to mumble incoherently for a bit... Spinning. His mask still on his head, fortunately/miraculously. He drops his mushroom bag. "No! My shrooms of power!"<br> <br>Rokarion sighs, great so no one knows how long will the wolf stay living in his dillusions. However, the wolf have been flying around for 3 or 4 minutes now? It is time to put him down. With that, Rokarion adds a couple of extra variables to his spell, and attempts to slowly lower Thelergramor down, and to make him land gently near the plant and his golem.<br> <br>Cirra returns the hug to the other shark, shaking her head at the shenanigans. She blushes a bit, sorta curious why they took on that job if everyone except her was going to end up high.<br> <br>Lilly wobbles again and seems about to fall over when she suddenly has a Cirra to support her. She leans on the other shark, then groans and rubs at her face. "Oooh. Oh, damn. Yea, that little bastard got all over my face and I think... mmph. I like I breathed something in." She realizes who she's leaning against, then grins at Cirra. "Er. Sorry. Thanks."<br> <br>"Spores?" Lawrence asks, then looks thoughtful, "That. . . oh god, that explains it!" The scholar looks sheepishly at the freeswords who came to help him. "Yesterday evening when the gops escaped," he explains, "I remember coming to feed them, then. . . um. . . well, I can see that I must have fallen prey to their spores and allowed them to escape." The Creator male looks very uncomfortable, then coughs, coming back to the present. "I shall simply have to be more cautious in the future, now that I know about these spores," he says, "Here is your payment, as promised."<br> <br>Millicent graciously accepts her payment with a bow, nodding. "Thank you." Her eyes go over towards Lilly, ears perking. "Are you alright over there, Lilly?" She asks, making her way closer towards the large shark. "What a trip that was, huh? What'd you see in yours?"<br> <br>Thelergramor is set gently upon the ground, but thinks he is still flying! "We have found victory! Come, wenches! Retire with your King and bear him a son!" Jumps over to a nearby tree. Starts to hug it. "Yes, yes, I am the greatest, I know..." Starts to kiss and caress the bark. "I love you too." Forgets all about his dropped mushrooms.<br> <br>The nurse shark blushes, doing her best to support the larger shark. She decides that she's probably going to have to stay with Lilly until the last of the spore wear off.<br> <br>Rokarion shakes his head, before accepting his payment and Thelergramor's payment too, "Thank you for your patronage Mister Lawrenson. I would be interested in your research once you publish it. If you would excuse me, I think I will have to escort my colleague back to his house, or else all the plants of the forest will suffer unneccassary violation." With that Rokarion moves towards "king", and lets out a cough before saying, "Noble leader. It seems you are being summoned by the Queen to your personal bedchambers. She seemed....insistant."<br> <br>The nurse shark blushes, doing her best to support the larger shark. She decides that she's probably going to have to stay with Lilly until the last of the spore wear off. She signs a litle to the blue Shark <Cirra will stick with you until you're copacetic.><br> <br>"Mmph," Lilly replies, rubbing at her face again. "It was... lowball. The last bit of a hard, tied game. Oof. That was so weird! I think I need a drink." She grins at Cirra, then Milli. "Yea? Just no grog, it'd kill my head I think."[[Category:RPLogs]] | ||
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It is a fine evening, and the forest buzzes with the chrping of birds and bugs and the clandestine, every day business of little forest animals. A small camp has been set up here at the edge of the forest a few low tents scattered around a fire pit. Standing in the middle of the camp is what seems to be a Creator! Albeit one dressed simply in a scholar's robe and with no sign of any of the strange technology and magic devices that most Creators seem to have. Off to one side of the camp is a high corral, the inside hidden from view by the tight, wooden slats.
Dressed in her typical plain-clothes of black shorts and her yellow jacket, Millicent makes her way onto the scene, tail swaying behind her. "Well this is different. H'lo there! You were the one that asked for help with the gops, yeah? Are you a researcher of some kind?"
Lo and behold as Thelergramor stalks through the forest alongside his golem! In his red hooded gambeson, plague mask, pants <those are important> and armed with his golem grasper, dagger, two pistols held on his chest, and his delusions of grandeur. The wolf stops when he sees a creator. Without creator tech. Interesting. Tries to determine their gender; always has a hard time telling that. Does the, according to Rainer, proper greeting to the creator: Gently running a hand down their face. Seems to be in a -really- good mood if he's showing respect to one of them creators.
A young jasmine being walks towards the camp, wearing their usual bodycovering heavy cloak. Upon closing in on the group, and the Creator in particular the plant being stops, wafting their sweet jasmine all around them. Rokarion then sarts speaking to the Creator in their calm and polite tone, "Greetings.....Mister Lawrence Parker I presume? I find it interesting that one of the Creators is here wearing our attire and not using your people's advanced technology, I assume you are here independently? And if I may ask do you want the gops to research their nature? Or is there another purpose for them? Perhaps an attempt to domesticate them?"
Clad in the flowing robes of the Aranian order over her typical wetsuit, the nurse shark makes her muted way into the camp. She crackles with earth, air and water magic, though none of them currently active. She takes out her chalkboard. She marks it up: <Gops? Strange request. And a Creator? Odd...>
Lilly makes her way through the forest, approaching the camp in the woods as well; the big, burly shark grins as she spots a few familiar faces, and her ears twitch. "Hey, Milli, Cir- oh woa, yer the one that put up the notice?" Lilly asks the Creator, pulling a flier from inside of her scaled vest. "So what are we doing?"
"Hello!" the Creator says, returning Thelergramor's petted greeting, "Yes, I am Lawrence. Please, have a seat and I will explain what I need." The Creator's speech is flawless, though it sounds as though he grew up in an academy. He watches as the beings sit on the wooden logs around the fire pit, or remain standing. "I am working here under the supervision of Mister Parson," he says, "Documenting some of the more unusual fauna in the area." He waves a small journal at the group, apparently his research. "I fear that I am permitted only very basic technology, as I share all of my findings with your academy and they must be able to reproduce my findings," he explains, "Lately, I have been studying the creatures you call gops."
"Unfortunately," he continues, "The gops that I had managed to capture before seem to have escaped." He points to the gate of the corral. "I would just round up more," he says, "except I have been studying the effects of an altered diet on these green forest gops and I would hate to start over!"
Millicent gives a polite nod to Lilly, smiling. "Hello there! Nice to see you again," she says, turning back towards the Creator. "How long ago? Isn't it possible that the escaped gops might have eaten something already to skew the data? I'm no researcher, but... I think that's called tainted data or something? I don't know. But if you think it's fine, I will help, yes!"
Thelergramor adjusts his mask after the returned pat. Is one of the one who remain standing. Leans on his golem. "So, want us to wrangle 'em up, then? I don't exactly know how to get them back here without... er, harming them significantly." Gops. All gooey and... well, gooey about covers it.
Rokarion thinks for a moment, mulling on what the Creator have said, before fiddling with something, unknown since his hands are hidden by the cloak. Rokarion then says, "May I ask what is that diet that you are giving to the gobs? And what is the reason for it? I mean you will have to repeat the whole process again to ensure that the gops escape did not affect their diet. So you might as well get some new specimens? Unless, of course your specimens have a special trait or such that we might don't know of or that can help us identify them."
Cirra walks over to the enclosure, sniffing it a bit to determine if these gops had a different scent from normal. If they did, she would try to use air magic to write a spell to track down the escaped gops. After all, if air magic can guide a strike or improve aid, surely it could be used to track.
Lilly listents quietly to Creator Lawrence's story as she sits on one of the logs, nodding her head. She thinks for a minute or so after he finishes, then looks over at the corall. "Were they let out? How'd you catch them the first time?"
Lawrence perks up noticably as the beings ask questions about his research and his gops. "It should be no trouble to tell my gops from the others in the forest," he says, "You see, my theory is that all gops are really just one species and that the diet available in their environment determines the secondary characteristics we see." He becomes very animated as he flips through some pages of his little journal. "I found that, though the green forest gops were reticent about trying a new diet, once they began to feed on the fungi from the deep quarry, they began to take on characteristics of the mycogops!" he says, "Including the yellow coloration and the fungal protuberances!" He then looks a little confused and ashamed at Lilly's question. "Honestly," he says, "I don't know how they escaped. And catching them before was easy enough, I just baited some traps." The Creator holds out a pair of sacks. "The gops don't like to change their diets," he explains, "And will be attracted to these mushrooms. You can probably catch them or herd them this way once they get close. They probably have not gone far. They are quite lazy."
Millicent nods along slowly and scratches the side of her muzzle. "I see, I see. Well... Ah, I'm no expert tracker! But I'll certainly help in the chasing, or grabbing, or... Well, whatever you happen to need me for," she says to the group as she settles her hands on her hips. "Any of you GOOD at tracking?"
Thelergramor squints. "Protuberances?" A shrug. "So, catch the gops... With mushrooms and sacks..." Innuendo is not lost on the wolf. "Shouldn't be too hard. Assuming you have enough mushrooms." To Millicent: "I've done my share of tracking, aye..." Bandit~ And bounty hunting. "Can't say if I'm good at it... But I've done it before."
Rokarion slips a notebook, and a pen from under their cloak, and starts writing down notes as the creator speaks, nodding every now and then to show interest. After the creator finishes his speech. Rokarion adds, "So, you want us to set up some traps around the locations of your gops, and/or bait them directly using it? If no other gops around the area eat those muchrooms then I guess we can do it." With that the plant stands up, and waits for the creator to give them the bait.
Finding the gops isn't going to be Cirra's job, it seems, since she can neither track nor trap the gops. She hopes she can be more useful later in the job to help corral the gops once they are recovered.
"Huh," Lilly replies, arms crossed, as she listens. Then she nods her head and takes one of the bags of shrooms and nods her head. "Great. Sounds easy enough. You all ready to hit the search, then?"
"I really can't thank you enough!" Lawrence says, "I have no idea how they escaped, but I really do need all three of them back." He passes a small sack of fragrant mushrooms to each freesword. "I don't recommend eating those," he says, "I understand that they are quite powerful and tend to be -" he says a long, complicated word in what must be Creator speak, "Good luck! I will be right here waiting when you have caught them!"
Thelergramor nods at the creator, subsequently ordering his golem to follow him and sets off in what he believe to be the direction of the gops. With the mushrooms. Starts to look at them with a bit of interest... Hasn't eaten today... WEll, he has, but, ate his 'emergancy tater' already. So, has no food with him besides the shrooms. And is hungry. This won't end well. "Lets go get some gops then..."
Rokarion takes the bag of mushrooms from the Creator. He might not have understood the word, but it was obvious from the context that this is not something to be taken by the more logically inclined. Hmmm, might have to ask the creator about it later. It can work as a pain duller if prepared correctely, maybe. The plant, stores the bag of mushrooms, and decides to follow after the wolf.
Cirra takes her own bag. She's pretty sure someone else in the pack will find the gops first, but she tries anyways. At least the mushrooms should help. She definitely is NOT going to eat them, given that she understood the Creator.
Lilly gives Creator Lewis a nod. "Right!" She takes a mushroom out and sniffs at it, then slings the bag over her shoulder and starts casting about the immediate area with the others, looking for... well, not footprints, of coutse, but residue or signs of passage.
As the group splits off, it looks like Thelergramor and Rokarion have chosen to follow the forest path for now, Cirra has plunged into the undergrowth nearest the empty gop pen, and Lilly has gone off in another direction, striding with purpose.
"Wait up, Lilly!" Millicent calls out, trotting to catch up, "Shipmates should stick together!"
Millicent rubs her chin as she moves along after Lilly. "So... What do you think we should look for, exactly? I've never exactly had to go gop hunting. And we don't really have gops in the sea. ... That I know of. maybe somewhere we do?"
Thelergramor seems to have taken the wrong direction. Some tracker he is! "Hmm... Yeah, this might be the right way." It isn't. Pulls his mask down to hang it around his neck. Takes out one of the mushrooms. "So, what'd he say about the mushrooms? They make you strong, right?" He... Isn't good with creator language. And was only half listening. The wolf starts eating the shroom...
Rokarion follows Thelergramor, as lost as he is. On the brightside, the stench of the swamp is lessened by the jasmine's scent. Rokarion shrugs, and answers serenity hiding his secret frustration, "I think we are lost, Mister Thelergramor, and........." The youthful plant's words are cut short as they stare at the wolf eating a mushroom. Still remaining as clam as ever from the outside they add quite quickly, "Mister Thelergramor. I am pretty sure that the Creator meant that those mushrooms have an adverse effect on beings. most likely as some kind of drug, or even a poison.
Cirra gets a bit of an idea, slipping a mushroom out of her pack and generation a gust to spread the scent of the mushrooms, careful not to inhale it herself. She's hoping she can get the gops to come to her following the scent of their food.
The big shark girl pokes around a bit, then motions for Millicent to look at something. "We're looking for something like that," Lilly says. "Where it kinda looks like a whole patch of grass was smooshed over and..." she leans in closer. "Yea. A little bit of gop slime. They went this way. Hey, C-" she starts to call out, then blinks; after catching herself, Lilly blows a puff of wind at the other shark to snag her attention, then motions with her fingers. <Over this way, I found something.>
Both sharks have done their jobs well! At least, if the sudden rustling in the bushes is any indication! Two gops lunge from the bushes near Lilly and Millicent, one of them slamming hard into the big shark girl and releasing a spray of yellowish spores in its excitement over the prospect of food! The second rolls precariously close to Millicent, glomping about with squishy noises, trying to get at her bag of mushrooms.
Meanwhile, another gop has leapt from the foliage near Cirra, her air magic having done it's job! Now the gops have been found, only thing to do is get them back in their corral!
On the other side of the camp, Rokarion and Thelergramor can just hear the shouts of surprise, though they see no signs of any gops on their own.
Millicent startles a little, grimacing as Lilly is sprayed with the liquid and recoiling back, narrowly avoiding the gop as it goes by. "Ick. Gross," she grumbles as she maneuvers to get the gop to come towards her, pulling open the bag and largely just inviting it in, so that she can hopefully bag it.
Thelergramor starts to trip out rather quickly... The mushroom a bit sweet tasting as it goes down. Smells like... Power. The wolfs pupils dilate and he grins; vision swirling into a bit of psychedelia momentarily. Then, starts waving to his constituents. The parading army should bow before his mighty hippo physique! He silences his advisor, Rokarion, with a look and the words: "Silence, Biddamin. Don't know why I brought you to a parade! I need no advice to smile and wave!" Hallucinogens~ The wolf shakes his golems hand; fortunately, not the sharp one. Then, draws his hood back and lays his amask atop his head as some kind of crown...
Rokarion looks at the wolf for a second, before raising a petal of an eyebrow at the now obviously out of his mind wolf, well more so than usual. However, Rokarion also hears the screams from the other sides of the camp. Now to go and help a bunch of Freesword's with gops, or to watch a wolf he knows being slightly unhinged and dangerous? The answer seemed obvious now. Rokarion looked at the wold, and said, tone unchanging, "A parade?" Rokarion scans the area, and returns his gaze only to notice the Mask-Crown. Deciding to play along he continues, "Oh yes, the parade. But noble leader, don't you think that we should help the damsels who are screaming for our help? A brave warrior such as yourself with your faithful army can't shrink from helping the princesses of.....Gopland. They need our help!"
The nurse shark smiles toothily as she notices she has the gop's attention. She begins sprinting back towards the corral, using more air maggic to disperse the scent of the mushrooms behind her to make herself a VERY appealing target to the gop.
Lilly certainly WANTS to shout, and curse, and maybe even flail... but her better senses keep her in control and instead she closes her eyes and turns away, arm extending in front of her. After a moment she releases her near death-grip on the mushroom, offering it to the gop at the end of her outstretched arm and, slowly, edging back towards the corral.
Cirra's gop follows gleefully after the shark, hungry for the mushrooms it can smell wafting in the artificial breeze, before too long, she has the bizarre, yellow gop flopping after her into the gop corral, sides tight enough to keep even these squishy things in. But now there is a very excited gop between her and the exit!
Millicent's gop is just as eager to get at those mushrooms it has come to crave and rolls goopily into the bag, spraying a cloud of spores as it goes, filling the area with a yellow haze!
Lilly isn't faring much better with her corrosive little bundle. Holding a gop is hard enough under regular circumstances, and this one is writhing and twisting trying to get its gelatinous mass at the mushroom in the shark's other hand. Once she finally hands it over, the mushroom is absorbed into the gop's flesh, floating in the yellow goo as the gop spews a new cloud of spores!
And then there is Thelergramor. Who knew there was a royal hippo in that skinny wolf?
Millicent has her gop bagged! Neat. She packs it up and flinches back as she snorts in some of the spores, making a face. Ugh. Whatever, she got it at least, right? She starts making her way back towards the the corral, though after a few paces her steps start to falter a little. Ugh. When did the way back get so... Steep. She huffs along, her steps becoming more lunge-like as she tries to get to her destination. What was her destination again? She couldn't remember, but it was probably at the top.
Thelergramor turns to Rokarion, slowly, in an overblown dramatic fashion befitting a king. "Of course, my lupine friend! The noble maidens of gopland cannot be left to violation by maiden violating things! Yes, yes, things! Anoreth! Gather the soldiers!" He shouts, loud, at his golem. Then, eats another MUSHROOM OF POWER. Clearly, Rhomlyn has been reduced to someone named Anoreth. And then turns to charge in the direction of the screams! "ONWARD, TO BATTLE!" In his mind, he is backed by several hundred militiamen.
Rokarion shakes his head as his "king" it seems charges into battle, and looks like he is Biddamin the wolf advisor for now. Rokarion quickly follows after Thel, mainly to prevent him from harming himself more than anything else. As Rokarion moves he decides to take a cautionary step, and with the equations done mentally he attempts to cover his king in a layer of ablative stone, "Noble leader, allow me to cover you in this armour of protection. It is a secret spell that only befits those of noble blood."
Cirra, having a gop between her and the nearest exit, tosses her bag of mushrooms aside, blowing a large puff of their scent towards the gop so it knows where the food is as she tries to make herself scarce by heading the other way around the corral.
Lilly staggers a couple of steps closer to the corral... then wobbles and stumbles. The shark nearly falls on -top- of the gop, insinctively cradling it in against her side as she goes down on a knee, catching herself with her other hand. She huffs and shakes her head again - then snaps her head up as play is called. She lets out a mighty battle roar, moves forward a few quick steps, and then extends her gop and gives it a swift punt straight for the corral, quickly charging after it.
Hard to say what exactly is happening here. Lawrence comes hurrying out of his tent as the group starts to gather again in the camp. Cirra manages to skirt the hungry gop that she led back to the corral and ducks just in time to avoid taking Lilly's gop to the face! Millicent seems to be huffing and puffing in circles at the edge of camp, her gop bag flung over her shoulder, and Lawrence looks around in confusion as Thelergramor comes roaring into camp wielding what looks like a wooden spoon. "What the - -" the Creator uses some unfamiliar words, "Is happening out here?"
Millicent pauses in her climb at the words that sounded oddly distant. "Huh?" She looks around, then back at the rest of the steps, huffing. "I have the thing!" She calls out, waving a hand around in the air. "Should I just... Put it down?" It sure would be a lot easier to climb without having to carry this bag around!
Thelergramor takes a big friggin' leap into the air, knows he can fly! A master of the supernatural, as all the Good kings are! Lands, no longer does he run, just sort of hops. As high as he can, repeatedly to keep moving. "I have come to save the maidens! From the maiden violators! Otherwise known as pants and skirts!" Because all nobles need an heir. "Anoreth! Kneel!" Whether his golem kneels or not, the wolf <who thinks he is a flight capable hippo> runs towards his golem and uses it to get a higher jump! Towards the camp. And the bewildered creator.
Rokarion rushes behind the Good King in an attempt to minimize any damage he could do. Reaching the camp again, Rokarion merely stares at the spectacle happening in front of him. However, his attention is soon caught back by Thelergramor attempting to use his golem as a launching pad? Seeing as how the gops seems to be all taken care off, Rokarion decides to amuse himself. With his fingers, he quickly starts drawing geometric shapes, and with a couple of equations said. Rokarion will attempt to actually make Thelergramor flight capable for a short while around the camp, let us see how the King will do with that.
Cirra ducks out of the Corral, jsut in time to see Thelergramor doing an idiotic thing. She sighs, trying to figure out how best to diffuse this situation. If he gets out of hand... well, she's got backup for that reason.
Lilly skids to a stop as she watches her kick sail straight into the net, then lets out a rowdy cheer! She begins dancing, the big shark girl walking in reverse back and forth a few times as she makes erratic motions with her arms, then pumps her fist in the air. She spots Cirra, then rushes over to wrap the smaller shark in a big hug. "WE WON!" she yells, oblivious to everyone else's lack of excitement. "WE! WON!!"
Lawrence stares around incredulously at the erratic behavior of the gathered beings. Millicent's odd circle trudging, Lilly's exuberant celebration and most of all, Thelergramor shouting bizzarre orders as he flies around the camp! The Creator scholar hurries over and relieves Millicent of her bag and tosses it into the corral with the others before closing and carefully latching the gate, making sure his research specimens can't escape again. Then he just stares at the mad creatures in his camp.
Millicent stares blankly for a moment and rubs at her head as the stairs start to fade away. She hadn't even noticed the bag was taken from her til she starts to come back to her senses. "Oof. That was... Wild. I think I need a seat," she says, settling down right on the spot to rub at her eyes.
Thelergramor flies around the 'battlefield', flexing and things. Still trippin' balls from the shrooms he ingested. Doen't even realize he isn't in control of the flight. "Kneel to your king!" He starts flailing around like a crazy person. Though, to him, he sees himself regally hovering about above his army, constituents, swooning women and the peasantry. Is the greatest king ever!
Rokarion looks at the Creator, before answering, "My assosciate here ate some of the mushrooms. I think I am keeping him floating around until further notice, do you know how long does the mushrooms effect last? I think he ate two or three." After saying that Rokarion goes back to his concentration on keeping the wolf airborne. Deciding to make the show a bit more spectacular, Rokarion attempts to add a few extra variables to pull off a 360 degree turn.
The Nurse shark blushes at the antics of her companions, walking over to the Creator and writing on her chalkboard. <That is all of them? Or are there more?> She waits for him to read it, before wiping it clean and adding. <Also, The mushrooms cause illusions of the mind, no?>
Lilly starts dancing again, although she slows down to a stop as Cirra just wanders away from her. "... coach? But coach, we won!" She pumps her fist at the air again, then blinks and wobbles. "I... oooooo. I, er... I think I took a hit on that last drive, coach..."
The Creator shakes his head as he watches the suddenly acrobatic display put on by Rokarion in the medium of one hallucinating Thelergramor. "I'm not sure," he says, "My research has been with the gops, and they show no reaction to the mushrooms more. . . exciting properties." He looks at Cirra's slate and nods. "Yes, just the three," he says, "And that is correct, they can cause strange visions." He looks at Lilly and Millicent. "Did they eat the mushrooms too?" he asks, disbelieving, "I thought I warned you not to eat them!"
Millicent glances over towards the Creator and shakes her head, rubbing at her brow again. "No. We... I was trying to catch the gop, and as I was getting it into the bag it sprayed some... Spores. I accidentally inhaled some of it. I guess... I guess that's what did it!"
Thelergramor starts spinning; in his mind believing thathe is still quite in control. Just starts to mumble incoherently for a bit... Spinning. His mask still on his head, fortunately/miraculously. He drops his mushroom bag. "No! My shrooms of power!"
Rokarion sighs, great so no one knows how long will the wolf stay living in his dillusions. However, the wolf have been flying around for 3 or 4 minutes now? It is time to put him down. With that, Rokarion adds a couple of extra variables to his spell, and attempts to slowly lower Thelergramor down, and to make him land gently near the plant and his golem.
Cirra returns the hug to the other shark, shaking her head at the shenanigans. She blushes a bit, sorta curious why they took on that job if everyone except her was going to end up high.
Lilly wobbles again and seems about to fall over when she suddenly has a Cirra to support her. She leans on the other shark, then groans and rubs at her face. "Oooh. Oh, damn. Yea, that little bastard got all over my face and I think... mmph. I like I breathed something in." She realizes who she's leaning against, then grins at Cirra. "Er. Sorry. Thanks."
"Spores?" Lawrence asks, then looks thoughtful, "That. . . oh god, that explains it!" The scholar looks sheepishly at the freeswords who came to help him. "Yesterday evening when the gops escaped," he explains, "I remember coming to feed them, then. . . um. . . well, I can see that I must have fallen prey to their spores and allowed them to escape." The Creator male looks very uncomfortable, then coughs, coming back to the present. "I shall simply have to be more cautious in the future, now that I know about these spores," he says, "Here is your payment, as promised."
Millicent graciously accepts her payment with a bow, nodding. "Thank you." Her eyes go over towards Lilly, ears perking. "Are you alright over there, Lilly?" She asks, making her way closer towards the large shark. "What a trip that was, huh? What'd you see in yours?"
Thelergramor is set gently upon the ground, but thinks he is still flying! "We have found victory! Come, wenches! Retire with your King and bear him a son!" Jumps over to a nearby tree. Starts to hug it. "Yes, yes, I am the greatest, I know..." Starts to kiss and caress the bark. "I love you too." Forgets all about his dropped mushrooms.
The nurse shark blushes, doing her best to support the larger shark. She decides that she's probably going to have to stay with Lilly until the last of the spore wear off.
Rokarion shakes his head, before accepting his payment and Thelergramor's payment too, "Thank you for your patronage Mister Lawrenson. I would be interested in your research once you publish it. If you would excuse me, I think I will have to escort my colleague back to his house, or else all the plants of the forest will suffer unneccassary violation." With that Rokarion moves towards "king", and lets out a cough before saying, "Noble leader. It seems you are being summoned by the Queen to your personal bedchambers. She seemed....insistant."
The nurse shark blushes, doing her best to support the larger shark. She decides that she's probably going to have to stay with Lilly until the last of the spore wear off. She signs a litle to the blue Shark <Cirra will stick with you until you're copacetic.>
"Mmph," Lilly replies, rubbing at her face again. "It was... lowball. The last bit of a hard, tied game. Oof. That was so weird! I think I need a drink." She grins at Cirra, then Milli. "Yea? Just no grog, it'd kill my head I think."
