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Quest of Babdol

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Vince held the ring between his fingers, thinking about what it can do. 'Is this enchanted or something? It should have some kind of power, right?' Even though he didn't have any experience with using enchanted items, he inserted the ring in his right hand and tried to use it. He held up his hand, pointing at the table and shouted, "Power blast!".

Nothing came out....

Vince felt his cheeks turn bright red and quickly gave it back to the dead girl. "It's a really nice ring. Take good care of it." 

He looked around and noticed Carol bargaining with a man. She had rented a carriage for them to ride in. He flashed a smile and gave her a thumbs up. "Nice going Carol!" He looked back at his companions. "We already have a carriage, we just have to know where Babdol is. Any ideas on how we could find it?"

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@Tsidia, the mind player

"Well hello there," Iani said, surprised, as his new ornament entwined itself around him. "I too am overly friendly to people I've just met. We'll get along fine!"

 

12 hours ago, JackDoggo said:

He held up his hand, pointing at the table and shouted, "Power blast!".

The panther-kin cringed and prepared to roll out of the line of fire, dragon-coat or no dragon-coat. When nothing happened, he sighed in relief.

"Ok, seriously, no more of that. You hear? No playing with unidentified magical rings in the house!"

12 hours ago, JackDoggo said:

"We already have a carriage, we just have to know where Babdol is. Any ideas on how we could find it?"

"Actually, yes."

Iani held up his compass. "I've calibrated this to point me to the next step in the task I just most recently got embroiled in. So long as I don't change anything... and it doesn't get cute with me... it'll lead us straight there. Well, maybe not straight. It's glitchy sometimes. I had a map to go with it, but I ended up trading it for a pygmy goat. Long story. Anyway, the compass will be more than enough. Usually."

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Tsidia smiled and wrapped the rest of her tail around Iani, creating what looked like a scaly piece of armour. Only the tip of her tail waved gently from side to side. The ness giggled at the pathetic attempt at channelling magic, but when Iani started to roll, she unwrapped herself and jumped off. The ness spread her wings and did a showy spin in the air, landing on her hind paws and straightening her back. The dragoness turned her head to Carol, watching him negotiate the prices. With her draconic charm, she could probably get them for free. Unfortunately, it would be rude to get in the middle of a discussion, so instead, Tsidia turned her attention to horses themselves. Most of them immediately pulled back, terrified by the presence of a dragon. All except one. The ness slowly laid by her side, tail waving behind her as she shoot a gaze to one of the mounts. Unlike its friends, this one stepped a little closer. Tsidia let out a friendly purr, shuffling a little closer. The horse stayed still, unable to get any closer due to its binds. As she shuffled closer, it lowered its snout. The ness run a long lick across it. They snuggled for a bit and soon Tsidia was completely wrapped around her mount. Together, they walked closer to Carol and Tsidia made the most innocent puppy eyes she could. The ness purred in a slow, begging manner. She pawed the air like a kitten, licked her horse and turned to its owner.

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"You have a compass." Vince pointed at the panther's compass. "You need to show us how to use it though, magical contraptions... they're exactly not my thing." he sighed, referencing the embarassing move he had done earlier. "Nevermind that, more importantly," he shrugged, "Carol handled our transportation" he nodded towards Carol's direction, admiring the way she handled the negotiation. "And she," he eyed the zombie girl's ring, "has an obsidian ring." he finished. "Which is pretty mysterious." his eyes gleamed at the prospect of learning about the ring's abilities. 

"I'm not missing anything, right?" his eyebrows rose. "If not, then what are we waiting for? We have all we need for the journey. Let's go!" he sat on the table, the table creaking against his weight.

 

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The Zombie smiled for the first time since she had arrived at the bar. Somehow, she managed to look even more terrifying than when she wore her usual scowl. The crew she had gathered to aid on the journey prepared themselves ordering small bits of cargo, potions and a few other spells for the trip. As for her, she Didn't need much.

The bite of the cold was unfelt by her skin. She didn't own any possessions... save the ring. And that she could carry on her freshly bandaged bones. Still, if she were to look less menacing (her appearance might create obstacles in the future), she could use new clothes. The rags she wore made her look more like a...a...Monster.

The ghastly white skin, battered with unhealing yellow and purple marks, the strips of missing or open flesh, and the foul odor that emitted from them made the reasonable folks at the bar cautious.  She questioned her party's intelligence as she headed to the clerk's.

Her gown had a few silver buttons she ripped them off and hobbled to the counter with a list: She purchased a simple black dress and a comb. She slipped into the bathroom, cleaned out the wounds, disinfected them, and filled the cavities of her torso with salt. She took her old dress and reduced it strips of cloth. She used a piece to tie her hair back. And tied the remains around her waist and wrists.

Looking less intimidating. She tapped the bell at the counter. A tall clerk with long hair and sharp cheekbones manned the desk. The zombie took out her quill. She scribbled something on the notepad and avoided eye contact as she passed the note to the clerk. 

"Ya want..." 

The zombie rewrote the note in print assuming the clerk couldn't read cursive.

" Love," the clerk grinned, "I can't read at all." 

She began scribbling a new note asking for help when the quill crumpled. She huffed and threw her arms up in frustration when a trail of silvery smoke followed her fingers. It didn't emanate from them-Rather it seemed to condense around them like water. She waved her hands around and the smoke followed. She formed a square experimentally. 

What about a sentence? The clerk couldn't read, but her gut told her to try anyway.

Food

The clerk stared transfixed at the smoke. She mumbled something to herself and fished a jar filled with a creamy pink liquid from under the counter.

The zombie ogled the jar: brain preserves. 

Apparently, the smoke-letters words translated meaning. She hadn't even told the clerk about her special diet.

Thank you she wrote.

The clerk blinked at the letters in confusion, but felt the instinct to say you're welcome. The zombie gave her one of the bracelets as pay. the clerk studied the bracelet. She unwound it  and stuck her hand into the small vortex of space. 

The zombie began walking away" Wtch," the clerk called, "One mo' strip o' dat porta' fabric and i'll barter ya a walking stick.''

...

The zombie stepped out of the bar with a new walking stick. She studied the horses and chose a hearty grey dapple. She mounted him using the cloth around her waist as makeshift reigns then waited patiently as everyone else readied.

 

 

 

Edited by Dizzy00

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Tsidia was already wrapped around her horse. She entangled the animal in her tail coils. After half of its body rested in the scaly cover, the female turned her snout to the command link of their party. This one looked... dead. That's all Tsidia could tell. If there was a saddle on her horse, she'd lean back and raise her snout with pride, trying to mimic a rider. Otherwise, she'd stay coiled like a snake. In a way known only to her, the ness guided her horse up to holder of the compass. She lowered her gaze to the compass itself, then pulled up to the panther-kin. Then back to the compass. Up to the male's eyes again. Tsidia moved her snout a little closer. Looked left. Looked right. Waited until nobody was watching. In a flash, Tsidia opened her maw and brushed her serpent tongue over the compass. As fast, she drew back. The dragoness pretended that it never happened. Although, a trail of saliva rested on the item's surface. Tasted like magic, or so she thought.

Tsidia put together the most innocent eyes she could. The ness rolled herself and horse over to the rest of their quick-assemble team. She rolled her eyes over at what she thought was extensive and unnecessary chatter. Their words weren't going to change anything. They were slowing everything down.

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On 4/23/2018 at 12:13 PM, Tsidia, the mind player said:

Tsidia moved her snout a little closer. Looked left. Looked right. Waited until nobody was watching. In a flash, Tsidia opened her maw and brushed her serpent tongue over the compass. As fast, she drew back. The dragoness pretended that it never happened. Although, a trail of saliva rested on the item's surface. Tasted like magic, or so she thought.

 

 The magic would taste bitter and dark, like slightly scorched coffee.

Iani frowned, but didn't say anything about the line of slime of his compass. Dragon-things will be dragon-things, he supposed. He wiped the slobber off with the cuff of his sleeve and put the device back into his inner coat pocket.

"Alright. Everyone ready? Let's get this show on the road."

He leaned down and picked up Crucible, depositing the pygmy goat safely onto the rump of one of the horses before mounting in a smooth, practiced motion. The panther-kin clearly knew his way around a horse, although he did have a slight air of disdain around him as he patted the animal's neck.  

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The little goat bounced haphazardly on the horses rump as Iani he took off.

The zombie followed him holding on tightly to her reigns. She smiled devilishly as the bitter cold licked her cheeks. She was on route home and she couldn't wait. 

 

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Carol was still a little skeptical about the journey, but was determined to return alive. She gripped her reins with a strength that wasn't based off her muscle, but her will to arrive to the destination. Carol sighed, and followed behind the small group of horses. She drew a small smile, eager to step away from that tavern for once.

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Vince watched as the party moved about. They mounted their chosen horses and were set on a journey towards Babdol. Vince himself rode a mongolian horse with sleek, brown mane. He clumsily held the reins, showing his inexperience in handling horses. He sometimes steered away from the group while they moved on. But he always came back with a steadier grip over his mount's reins. "I'd never thought that riding a pony would be this hard." He spoke out to the group.

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Iani rode at the head of the procession, checking his compass periodically. The device pointed him in a crow's flight to his objective, but he didn't much feel like trekking cross-country through hill and dale. That was a surefire way to end up stuck in a box canyon or on the wrong side of a swamp, he'd learned. In spite of the meandering nature of the wide, rutted dirt roads, sticking to the path for as long as possible was usually the fastest way to get somewhere.

He chatted constantly as the rode; mostly to his goat, and occasionally to his horse, who he seemed to mistrust.

"Nothing personal," he explained to the horse, "I was double-crossed by a horse once. Makes me cautious."

No further details were given; instead he started singing a lewd travelling ditty about a road-weary prostitute and her talking donkey.

The road wound upwards into a country of grassy, rolling hills, sparesly populated with thin trees. They passed a shepherd with his flock of sheep; Iani waved cheerfully at him as they passed, oblivious to his confused and suspicious stare. The day was bright, the breeze was cool, and the sun was warm. Everything was look perfectly rosy.

The trail took a hard curve and cut through a narrow draw between two rows of steep hills. A few hundred yards up ahead the faint outline of a downed tree could be seen laying across the path.

Iani reined his horse to a stop and squinted, peering at the obstacle.

"Hmm. A roadblock in a place that's easy to ambush from the high ground. Seems legit," he laughed. "I think we've got ourselves some filthy bandits over yonder. We wanna ride up like heroes and give 'em the old what-for, or backtrack the way we came and lose an hour or two tromping over the hills?"

He seemed to be addressing the goat.

The horse didn't get a say. He didn't trust the horse.

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Tsidia's body waved from one side to another. If she wasn't holding her horse with whole body, she'd get thrown off like a kite. Tsidia bent her hinds down on the animal's rear. She reached forward with her paws. The dragoness made sure not to claw through the skin. The ness rushed forward in a sudden pull. She settled down like a cat resting on the couch. Her tail unwound and slapped over the animal's rump. As the horse kicked up, she dashed to its front and then... the leap.

Tsidia spread her wings. For a few moments, she was swimming through the air. Her body bobbed up and down like an eastern noodle before she stabilized her flight. The dragoness took a deep breath. She rolled over to make a barrel, feeling the wind brush over her scales. The dragoness gained fair altitude fast. Her horse stayed below, the two knowing what each other had in mind.

If hard terrain came to pass, she could map it out from above. Then, she'd land on her horse, stir it the optimal way and take flight again. This guidance continued until she found herself in a crack. If she stayed careful, Tsidia could keep up the narrow flight. Instead, she lowered herself. The dragoness folded her wings, crashing down in a dive. About 10m before impact, she opened them slightly. Enough to start cancelling momentum. With the right timing, she would grab onto her horse once their speeds were similar

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The Dragoness soared over the aspen trees laced with ice and snow, as Iani slowed down. The Zombie stared ahead and spotted it too. A log lay in the way a few miles away. 

She felt her gut wrench in terrible instinct as her party approached. 

Iani, too busy chatting with his goat- was that correct? Yes-talking to his goat, was too distracted too stop them. She dismounted her dapple and barred the path. Then with a gist of her fingers and a warning look she conjured an imploding cloud of smoke to prevent the travelers from continuing.

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