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The cold presses down on Scar. Ice sprouting around his feet sucking him down into the ground, a yelp from Tango draws his attention to the others, everyone in town hall is slowly being frozen.
“Is this what happened to the others?” Keralis asks as he stops struggling. “The mist, the circus, and the cart thing?”
“Must be.” Cleo gasps.
StressMonster: No one else comes to town hall.
StressMonster: it’s gotten us to
StressMonster Logged Out
Tango Tek Logged Out
Keralis1 Logged Out
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ZombieCleo Logged Out
ImpulseSV: How many of us are left?
Grian: four
Welsknight: This isn’t good
CubFan135: No it’s not, here come to the pyramid, whatever this thing is it’s taking all of us, and sticking together might be smart
The first thing Scar notices is the warmth. He’s in a bed. Plush blankets and a crackling fireplace.
When he sits up he instantly notices that something’s wrong.
His skin is blue. Not the dull grayish hue his skin takes after an overload of Vex magic, but properly blue. Scrambling out of bed he looks for his communicator. But he can’t find anything. “Oh no.”
A mirror is set up near a set of drawers.
His hair had turned a dark seaweed green. Skin a light blue, eyes a swirling mix of blue and yellow with an asymmetric pupil. Opening his mouth he sees mostly human like teeth, but his canines had sharpened to deadly points. His ears elongated into fins. Fins on the backs of his arms and legs.
Clothing securely buttoned around the fins. Extra warm fleece lines the openings.
There’s a few extra pieces of clothing draped over a chair. So he puts it on, having a little difficulty with the buttons around his fins. He grabs the staff that’s leaning against the wall and opens the door Into what the hallway.
Instead a metal form crashes down onto him.
“Who are you.” The robot yeps, making a strange startled sound.
“Wait, Tango?” Scar asks as he picks himself up off the ground.
“Scar?” Tango says, “Is that you?”
“Yeah, what happened?”
Tango shrugs, “I don’t know, we’re somewhere called Lonelywood? Not sure how I know that. And why do you look like that?”
“Uh you might want to look at yourself.” Scar says, looking around nervously.
He slowly looks down at his hands. “Gahha.” Tango is on his feet in seconds, “no no no no no no.” he mutters staring down at cold metal. “Scar. What does my face look like?”
Scar gestures to the mirror but Tango shakes his head. “Oh, uh no hair, or anything. Shiny silver metal on the top of your head, then below your mouth… I think its your mouth … its darker metal. Your eyes look pretty similar, just uh, rounder.”
This time Tango does head for the mirror, “Oh gods,” He runs a hand across his smooth metal head. “Why did it take my hair?”
“It turned my hair green.” Scar chimes in, “Though what ever did this clearly has a weird fashion sense.
“Hm?”
“Like i'm wearing furs and thick jackets, wait are these leggings? With layers and all, and you just get guns and booty shorts.”
Tango looks down, well sculpted, forged? pecs and a segmented abdomen give way into black and red cut off shorts, and guns holdsted at his side and a big one strapped to his back. “Wait… ok. What.”
“Are you waring boat shoes?” Scar asks, being no help whatsoever…
Tango doesn't hold it against him, everyone has different ways to cope with being frozen and thrown into a new world. “I- i think, i might know where we are. But we need to find the others, come on.” He pulls Scar onto his feet and they open the door into the Hallway. Then they stop. “Where now?”
“Looking for your friends' loves?” A woman asks, her arms full of blankets and furs, “These two rooms here. You were quite, out of it when you arrived.”
“Oh thank you.” Scar says as he knocks on the door. A low keening schrrk echos through the door.
Tango looks over then back at Scar and nods, “I’m opening the door.”
“Nooo.” A quiet voice says.
“Keralis?”
“Tango?”
“Can we come in?” Scar asks.
“I uh, yes, come in,” Keralis says, “I, my tail is stuck.” He opens the door. Once everyone is inside, he shuts the door.
“You’re a lizard,” Scar murmurs, “Interesting.”
“Tango’s a robot,” Keralis says, “And you’re blue.”
Scar nods, “Some kind of fish person.”
Pacing around Keralis flicks his tail. He looks almost like someone took an iguana and stretched it into human like proportions. His now outfit follows his normal colors with a lighter blue shirt, and Dark blue pants. But instead of jeans, thickly woven pants are tucked into boots. Tiny needle-like teeth poke out from his jaw, his eyes a shocking blue are as big as ever. But most glaringly, he’s tall. Scar had shrunk down a foot or so, but Keralis neared seven feet.
“You’re lizardfolk, Scar’s a Triton,” Tango Mutters, “We need to find Cleo and Stress.”
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Stress wakes up slowly, the warm blankets and fireplace drawing her back into slumber until a sharp gasp draws her attention. “Cleo?” She asks, shaking the sleep from her head. “Cleo what’s wrong?”
The Zombie shakes her head and crawls out of the other bed. “Sorry, must have been sleeping still, I looked over and it looked like just. White.” They shake their head. “Where are we any ways?”
Stress looks down inspecting her hands, they look normal. “I’m not sure, But you have a new outfit.”
“I do?” Cleo asks, looking down. She’s wearing a dark blue dress with thick boots prefect for hiking, “Well that’s a weird combo.” An intricately detailed coat is laying on a chair next to her bed. And a lime green scarf laying next to it, “Joe gave me that scarf,” She says confused, “It should be in my shulker box.” She turns to Stress, “Get up lets see if you have new outfit.”
Stress pulls the blanket down and stands up. “Oh it’s cute,” she gasps. A pink top with a grayish vest of sorts on top. An asymmetric skirt, leading into leggings and, “Hu, snow boots.” A cape is draped over a nearby chair with a war pick leaning agent on it. Five bags are piled in the corner “This is strange.”
“Yeah,” Cleo says, “No inventory, and no comms.”
A knock draws them from their thoughts.
“Stress, Cleo?” Scar calls, “Is this your room?”
“Yeah,” Cleo calls back, “Hang on just a moment.”
She and Cleo walk over and open the door, where both groups stare at each other equally stunned.
“Wow you look… different.” Cleo stamers out just as Keralis says, “You look exactly the same.”
Cleo and Stress take a minute to take stock of the changes their friends had gone through.
As they start heading downstairs Stress asks a question that had been on everyone’s mind. “But why where you guys changed, but not Cleo and I?”
“Maybe it’s because I’m a zombie, and you might be a vampire or a werewolf or something.” Cleo guesses.
“Maybe.” Stress sighs picking at her nails slightly.
Keralis stops, “Do you guys smell that?” His tail flicks and his eyes widen slightly.
“No?” Tango says, then stops himself, “I don’t think I can smell.”
The next few minutes are a blur. Stepping out into a crowded tavern. Food and drink being passed every which way. Beings of all shapes and sizes scattered around the crowded room. Snow is piled by the door clearly knocked off of the boots and cloaks of patrons.
As they somehow manage to snag a table the woman from earlier walks over to them, “Let me properly welcome you to Lonelywood. I’ll bring some food out for you right away.”
Keralis’s tail thumps the ground.
“It’s a bit far north for Lizardfolk isn’t it?” A dwarf in plate armor calls over smiling. “What brings you folk up here?”
“Heln.” Another dwarf calls over rolling her eyes at her friend, “Hi, I’m Thema, that’s Heln, we’re here to guard a trade deal in Dwarven valley.”
“Those need guarding?” Stress asks.
Heln shrugs, “Eh, first week of the winter season, they sent some extra man power incase we get stuck in the snow.”
The others nod. Apparently the conversation was redirected for them.
A few minutes later their food arrives. They eat in silence, Keralis is acting a bit weird though. Eyeing the others plates once they had finished.
“Keralis?” Cleo asks, “you ok?”
“I don't know,” He admits.
“We're in d&d.” Tango gasps, “i had a lizardfolk character a while back…”
Cleo nods, “Joe had a source book out, lizardfolk are food motivated and will eat about anything.”
“Hmm.” Keralis hums then he blinks, face going slightly slack, “Do you think this is where everyone else ended up.”
“Dungeons and dragons?” Stress asks
“Yeah.” Tango says.
The group stands up from the table, leaving some coins.
“Well we should she what’s outside.” Cleo says reaching for the door.
As she swings it open all they see is white. A snow storm, a complete white out..
“Let’s go back to my room.” Cleo suggests, “We can plan from there.”