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<blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 1060717" data-attributes="member: 1210">A Bit of FleshReally, there's nothing like being the gods know how far from a powerful weapon in a plane of utter madness and having a burbling little pseudonatural feathered creature say your name.&nbsp; Sometimes, it's even enough to spark memories of long-lost companions.&quot;Spukoni?&quot; Horbin exclaims*.&quot;Hey, you know my name!&quot; the creature chortles gleefully.&nbsp; &quot;Wow!&nbsp; It's been a long time since someone said my name.&nbsp; You guys are cool!&quot;&quot;But- but-&quot; Horbin's a tad flustered here.&nbsp; &quot;But what are you doing here??&quot;&quot;I already told you- I came home!&nbsp; This is where I belong... I think.&nbsp; I don't really know, but there was this nice guy who helped me, his name was Nigel, and I didn't know how to get here, but he helped and now that I'm here I'm here!&nbsp; Whee!&quot;Angelfire calls softly, &quot;Come on.&quot;&nbsp; The tension in his voice is evident; clearly, just like everyone else, the effort of will required to stay sane here is telling on him.&nbsp; &quot;We have to go.&quot;&quot;Go?&nbsp; I can be your guide!&quot; Spukoni offers enthusiastically.&nbsp; &quot;You guys know my name!&quot;&quot;What was your name again?&quot; Sybele asks.Spukoni hesitates, then waves a tentacle at Horbin.&nbsp; &quot;Ask him.&nbsp; Tell her my name!&quot;&quot;Spukoni,&quot; Horbin says, &quot;his name is Spukoni.&quot;Further, then, into the realms of madness.&nbsp; Iridescent curtains of disgust burst as they pass through them, fatty lumps of uncertain matter bob around them as they peel through Far Realm after Far Realm.&nbsp; Slowly, in the distance, a large thing begins to resolve itself.&nbsp; It's hard to see at first, as if gazing at it through a lens smeared with grease, but as the maddening hours drag past it becomes clearer and clearer.&quot;What is that?&quot; Drelvin breathes.&quot;Oh, it's another one of those big things,&quot; Spukoni advises him cheerily.&nbsp; &quot;You know, a big mind.&nbsp; A great intellect.&nbsp; A floating power between dimensions.&nbsp; A rambling thought.&quot;&quot;Do you actually know what it is, or are you just making stuff up?&quot;Spukoni burbles and pops.Closing in over the next hour or so, the party finally resolves it: a huge mound of quiescent flesh the size of a castle.&nbsp; It looks alive.&nbsp; Angelfire's fingers tense on the Book of Olaf, and little red beads ooze from its leathery cover; it's still leading him on, to what can only be described as a weird orifice.&quot;Hold on!&quot; says Orbius, trying to divine something about this place before the party acts with their usual rashness.&nbsp; He casts a legend lore, and reports, &quot;Dreaming the doom of the world we know, the Doom Sleeper will shatter the very laws of reality if awoken- or so say the ancient Norwedish.&quot;&nbsp; Drelvin frowns.&nbsp; &quot;That sounds bad,&quot; he states, then draws his magical sword.&nbsp; &quot;Shastruth, send in an arcane eye, will ya?&quot;&nbsp; And the sword does so.&nbsp; &quot;We have to go in,&quot; Angelfire says.&nbsp; &quot;That's where the Deleter is.&quot;&quot;We have to be very careful,&quot; emphasizes Telemundo.&nbsp; &quot;We don't want to wake this thing up.&quot;&quot;But we have to go in,&quot; Angelfire repeats.Shastruth tells them, &quot;There's some sort of... organ in there.&nbsp; There's a large cavity...&quot;&nbsp; The sword pauses.&nbsp; &quot;I don't see any obvious dangers,&quot; it continues in its metallic voice.Exchanging a glance, Telemundo and Drelvin dimension door inside.&nbsp; *Ten points for Welverine!Next Time: Inside the Doom Sleeper!</blockquote>

[QUOTE="the Jester, post: 1060717, member: 1210"] [b]A Bit of Flesh[/b] Really, there's nothing like being the gods know how far from a powerful weapon in a plane of utter madness and having a burbling little pseudonatural feathered creature say your name. Sometimes, it's even enough to spark memories of long-lost companions. "Spukoni?" Horbin exclaims*. "Hey, you know my name!" the creature chortles gleefully. "Wow! It's been a long time since someone said my name. You guys are cool!" "But- but-" Horbin's a tad flustered here. "But what are you [i]doing here??[/i]" "I already told you- I came home! This is where I belong... I think. I don't really know, but there was this nice guy who helped me, his name was Nigel, and I didn't know how to get here, but he helped and now that I'm here I'm here! Whee!" Angelfire calls softly, "Come on." The tension in his voice is evident; clearly, just like everyone else, the effort of will required to stay sane here is telling on him. "We have to go." "Go? I can be your guide!" Spukoni offers enthusiastically. "You guys know my name!" "What was your name again?" Sybele asks. Spukoni hesitates, then waves a tentacle at Horbin. "Ask him. Tell her my name!" "Spukoni," Horbin says, "his name is Spukoni." Further, then, into the realms of madness. Iridescent curtains of disgust burst as they pass through them, fatty lumps of uncertain matter bob around them as they peel through Far Realm after Far Realm. Slowly, in the distance, a large [i]thing[/i] begins to resolve itself. It's hard to see at first, as if gazing at it through a lens smeared with grease, but as the maddening hours drag past it becomes clearer and clearer. "What is that?" Drelvin breathes. "Oh, it's another one of those big things," Spukoni advises him cheerily. "You know, a big mind. A great intellect. A floating power between dimensions. A rambling thought." "Do you actually know what it is, or are you just making stuff up?" Spukoni burbles and pops. Closing in over the next hour or so, the party finally resolves it: a huge mound of quiescent flesh the size of a castle. It looks alive. Angelfire's fingers tense on the Book of Olaf, and little red beads ooze from its leathery cover; it's still leading him on, to what can only be described as a weird orifice. "Hold on!" says Orbius, trying to divine something about this place before the party acts with their usual rashness. He casts a [i]legend lore,[/i] and reports, "Dreaming the doom of the world we know, the Doom Sleeper will shatter the very laws of reality if awoken- or so say the ancient Norwedish." Drelvin frowns. "That sounds bad," he states, then draws his magical sword. "Shastruth, send in an [i]arcane eye[/i], will ya?" And the sword does so. "We have to go in," Angelfire says. "That's where the Deleter is." "We have to be [i]very careful,[/i]" emphasizes Telemundo. "We don't want to wake this thing up." "But we [i]have[/i] to go in," Angelfire repeats. Shastruth tells them, "There's some sort of... organ in there. There's a large cavity..." The sword pauses. "I don't see any obvious dangers," it continues in its metallic voice. Exchanging a glance, Telemundo and Drelvin [i]dimension door[/i] inside. *Ten points for Welverine! [i][b]Next Time:[/b][/i][b][/b] Inside the Doom Sleeper! [/QUOTE]

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