Reign of Winter (group two) (Inactive)

Game Master Whack-a-Rogue

As of last level I have the ability to straight up trigger an event without failing anything, but this makes sense so I'm gonna roll with it.
This party feels like it could use some embarrassing chaos. REARRANGE THE SWAG!

If I recall correctly, this won't be the first time the party's been left in each others' clothes. ;-)

Percy warps reality rather harder than usual, and the resulting shockwave knocks everyone off their feet. When the dust settles, things look slightly different. Hobbes and Percy have swapped clothes (which fit perfectly). Sigrun's holding Neverhome's greatsword, while her hammer is awkwardly stuffed into his back sheath. Hila (back in human form) has a saddle wrapped around her, while Mule unhappily paws at the spiked collar around his neck. Zses finds himself unable to move (let alone stand up) until the large amount of coinage and miscellaneous art objects is removed from his backpack. After a brief search, his equipment is found inside the bag of holding. Crow is left bereft of clothing. Her apparel is (for some reason) lodged inside the dead cat's digestive tract. Silence, mysteriously, seems to be completely untouched. But, perhaps the strangest thing of all occurs when the Migrus makes eye contact with Neverhome and (for the first time in its existance) blinks.

Percy looks down at her clothes, then at hobbes, then at herself again. Oops... she says with an embarrassed shrug.

"Uh, wut?" Hobbes then looks around at the chaos that has ensued. "Criminy, magic..."

That first option would have been REAL bad for Hobbes as tumblesparks go for the people wearing metal

Neverhome looks around after getting back before shaking his head.

Looking over at Syvet and seeing no change his eyes drift towards the ground where he notices Noise. He then tilts his head when he sees something. "... Noise?"

Sitting up slowly Sigrun looks around, laughing at the sight of Percy encased in mithril and steel while Hobbes stands confused in Percy’s clothes. Looking at the greatsword in her hands she frowns at it’s difference, before looking over at Lyosha and seeling the handle of her warhammer stuffed awkwardly into the sheath on his back. ”Magic” she mutters while getting up.

"Da..." Neverhome responds while kneeling down to pet Noise.

Noise nuzzles Neverhome's hand and responds in Syvet's voice. "That was ... strange. Nice to have a proper body again, though. Mind if I freshen up?" Fur abruptly sprouts out of the cat's body, and for a split second, Noise/Syvet looks like a normal cat. Then it falls out and disappears. "Hmph. That'll take some work."

Inbetween fur sprouting upon the cat and falling off, Neverhome continues to pet them. "Do you feel okay, Syvet?" he asks through a glum smile.

I'm sorry... my Brat... but thank you...

Percy starts desperately trying to strip off the armor. It's clear that the gauntlets are suddenly causing her no small amount of pain, and the leather is starting to smoke. Gah! Get it off!

"I haven't felt this alive? - ish? - that's not quite right - whatever this is - for over a hundred years by my best estimation. In that regard, I'm feeling great."

@Neverhome: Would you prefer she stays hairless and creepy, looks like a normal cat, or something in-between? Also, if there's a particular personality quirk or mannerism you'd like Noise/Syvet to have, let me know. With the exception of her name and memories, nothing's set in stone. XD

"Good." he responds before moving over to help pry Percy out of the armor.

I guess with her fur back, or what she/you would prefer.

Hobbes rushes to Percy's aid and helps Percy with the smoking clothing.

Sorry if I'm late: stuff happened, but everything should be okay now! And...
"F$~*! My feathers!" Crow says as her clothes disappear. Darting to Zses (who had just been planted in the snow with a sound akin to a bag of quarters as big as Hila dropping to the ground), the Lyrakien wraps herself in Zses' orange Kapenia.
"At least Silence didn't end up with my dress on his head like an hat."

"Whoa!" Zses tries to move in his coinage filled clothing, but only manages to shift his weight on top of a pointed diadem they found on Loghrivic's hoard.
"Ouch." he complains weakly, smiling and nodding when Syvet starts talking. "Happy that you're okay, Syvet! And...you've been here for a hundred years- Ah, wait a minute." noticing that Mule was having some problems with Hila's collars, Zses tries to slowly wobble himself on the ground to help the horse, before frowning at the corpse of Syvet's previous body "Crow, isn't that your boot sticking out of the livng stump's mouth?"

With the boys' help Percy is soon out of the armor and standing there in her skivvies. Thankfully the armor doesn't seem damaged by her fiery arms. That was weird... my fires never done that before. I mean pain yes, but actually trying to burn things I wear is new. Is it possible for fire to get jealous?

"That doesn't bode well for the rest of you clothes." Sigrun says with a raised eyebrow.

Ya. I may need some new, sleeveless clothes, Hobbes my darling.

"Uh yea, right away Gorgeous. I'll make somethin' nice fer ya." I'll think of something cool later tonight.

Meanwhile Hila shivers being only covered in a saddle. "Tell the dumb horse I want my collar back.." She pouts.

He chuckled at first at the magic surge and the mix up, his chuckle growing into a complete fit of laughter... until they had to peel the armor of Percy... and Hila having issues with the saddle.

"I am sorry little one."

He began helping her out of the saddle then going to Mule and helping him from the collar. He was still all giggly... then he got suddenly silent really silent. He pulled his pack off his back and searched thorought his things making sure he had the crystal ball still. . .

Silence's crystal ball is exactly where he'd placed it. Both it and the rest of his possessions are completely untouched. Whatever magic Percy had wrought seems to have left him entirely unaffected.

"Hey, what gives? Why didn't Whisker's get mojo-ed?"

Percy shrugs. It's chaos magic...

"Lame."

Hila takes back her collar and uses it to turn back into a wolf so she can stop shivering. Shen then lays down while glaring at Mule.

Crouching next to Hila, Sigrun scratches behind her ear. "It's not Mule's fault Hila, sorry you were so cold."

Hila nuzzles Sigrun as her ear is scratched. "It's ok. I know it cuz of magic."

Hobbes thinks for a bit as he decides on Percy's new outfit. He then reaches into his bag as the idea forms. He takes out a new pair of maroon boots, definitely made for hiking through snow. Then comes a pair of long socks and thick wooly pants in a shade of dark green. A nice sleeveless vest made of a thick leather with the symbol of Imbrex on the back, two arms with clasped hands with forearms joined to form a loop, complete with a soft fur-lined hood. Lastly, a shirt, also sleeveless, made of a nice simple flannel dyed green. "Here ya go Gorgeous. All you."

What's the plan, everyone?

Percy dons the new threads and strikes a free poses. They are perfect. Thanks. She bounces up to Hobbes and kisses him on the cheek.

Onward and Somewhere-ward!

Hobbes resists the urge to faint and just grins instead. Yep!

Let's go!

In that case, you have two options: westward into the jungle toward the exit, or eastward to check out some greenhouses.

Greenhouse?

Greenhouse

Ditto.

I hope the green house has proper tea in it *nods*

A wide variety of plants, from mundane shrubs to aromatic herbs to colorful exotic flowers, grow in unkempt profusion in this garden. Glass greenhouses and fenced enclosures hold more greenery, and a grove of larger trees flanks the garden. A small wooden shed sits to the southwest.

As they do nothing to advance the plot, I'll handwave the fights with the assassin vine, basidirond, and shambling mound For fun, people can RP being affected by the hallucinatory cloud if desired. After all, sinking in quicksand, shrinking to 1/10 normal size, or held items turning into vipers are amusing. :-)

Loot
Several pounds of exotic spices, rare herbs, and assorted tea leaves (sells for 450gp)
defoliant polish x1
Oil - goodberry x4
Wand - plant growth (9 charges remaining)
Wand - speak with plants (12 charges remaining)
Alchemical Defoliant x6

Apparently it does have tea.

Hobbes will collect any of the items that are unwanted, handing the tea to the Caturai.

"I suppose it's towards the jungle and the exit now." Sigrun asks, her companions.

"Da." Neverhome agrees. Granted he didn't know what exactly a jungle was. He was kinda curious about it.

Almost giddy he certainly accepted the tea, then the herbs, for cooking of course. He was wondering what was the deal with all the killer angry plants in the area, but was afraid to voice it outloud... though now that he thought about it. . .

So my friends yes yes, with the prevalence of death plants trying to eat us perhaps we should keep handy this plant poison?

He began nodding to the containers of the alchemical defoliant.

"DA."

Totally. Who knows what we'll bump into next.

"Good idea Whiskers."

Towering tropical vegetation grows in profusion here, and the canopy of green foliage gives the impression of a leafy ceiling overhead. Thick creepers choke the trees and smaller shrubs, each straining to reach the light above.

And then you get ambushed by a pair of moonflowers - which you'll probably defeat without too much difficulty.

Loot
M +1 breastplate
M +1 heavy flail
handy haversack
235gp

"Now I know why Dearest Grandmother blanketed Irrisen in eternal winter..." Neverhome grumbles.

No kidding. Her garden was a mess! Now, let's get out of here. I've had enough of this elven druid's wet dream.