IRISEN: ****** Understand what?! Don't die on me, Zen!

ZENANA: (I_am_still_alive._However,_this_may_be_temporary.)

IRISEN: ****** It's okay. It was just your dreamself. You're still here and you're still safe and that is all that matters.

You don't believe it yourself, but it seems to calm her down.

She begins walking away from you.

IRISEN: ****** Where are you going?

ZENANA: (I_have_this_thinking_place._You_should_come.)

You follow her up and over the hill, through odd landscapes impossibly close to each other. There are acres of green, picturesque villages, and castles in every vista. Her small and varied consorts are singing and laughing as they take up the choir of this alien world.

IRISEN: ****** Yours is very pretty.

ZENANA: (Thank_you.)

She grabs your hand, smiling a bit more now, and leads you up a winding cliff. You catch sight of other landscapes as you make your way up, as if this was not one but thousands of different mountainsides superimposed over each other. When you reach the top, she opens up her hands and red, gold, and bronze leaves float past her, blowing her hair and your long, greasy ponytail.

She catches one in her hands and then blows it away.

ZENANA: (It's_beautiful,_isn't_it?)

IRISEN: ******Y es. It... it's really beautiful, Zen.

ZENANA: (This_world._._._it_teems_with_it._Wind._Breezes.)

ZENANA: (I_have_a_calling._It_awakened_the_moment_I_entered_LoMaR.)

ZENANA: (I_need_to_understand_these_breezes._The_breath_of_all_life.)

Her eyes are shining in the light of the sky that is permanemtly sunrise.

ZENANA: (I_need_to_paint_with_all_the_colors_of_the_wind.)

Listening to her singing is like listening to the sound of a vibrant, thriving world. The air, the trees... all ring with the sound of her melodious voice.

When she finishes her song, tears are coming to your eyes. You feel like crying and laughing, so you sing. It's a song you've heard Zenana sing, and it seems right for the moment. It's a song of freedom, a song of joy. The joy you feel when you're with Zenana.

IRISEN: ****** I can show you the world...

ZENANA: (Shining,_shimmering,_splendid!) :D

IRISEN: ***** Tell me, princess, now when did you last let your heart decide?

ZENANA: (I_can_open_your_eyes,)

ZENANA: (Take_you_wonder_by_wonder!)

IRISEN: ****** Over, sideways, and under,

ZENANA: (Through_an_endless_diamond_sky!)

ZENANA, IRISEN: (****** A_whole_new_world!)

== > Bard: Kiss the Mage.

The consorts are singing "Shalalalala... kiss the girl!"

You press your lips on hers and-

and...

<3

The wind blows around you, echoing, beckoning, a cry of joy and happiness.

== > Enough romance.

You are now PERSUS RITAMA.

== > Persus: Explore.

You, unlike most of your teammates, are endeavoring on a quest crucial to your success. The breeding of the GENESIS FROG. As the newly-arrived HEIR OF SPACE to the LAND OF MYTHOS AND FROGS, it is your duty to create the frog that will form the new universe. Yeah, it made no sense to you either. But. The predictions of the Oracle are usually unclear, until they suddenly make a whole bunch of sense. Here was the prophecy you were presented with upon your arrival:

A half-blood of the Oceangod

Shall, with assistance, form the frog,

Aided by the Knight of Night

To save his friends from fatal plight.

This figure of mythology

Will never be fully free,

He, bound by loyalty to friends,

Has risked the world,

And caused its end.

Well, you know some part of it - the risking and ending the world. Now that you think about it, it kind of was your fault that Alternia's destroyed. You did find this game in the temple, after all. BUT HEY! It leaves plenty of time for questing, and Alternia was never paradise or anyfin anyway. Still, you did destroy an entire planet.

== > Take a mement to feel bad about what you did.

You take one (1) moment to feel earth-shakingly awful. All those trolls died. But, well, all planets are bound to be destroyed anyway, and you did manage to save all eleven of your friends! You ignore the nagging voice in your head saying "To save a friend, you would sacrifice the world." You IGNORE IT.

== > Speaking of such.

You do have one other troll helping you with Prospit. You also happen to have her on speed dial right now. It's your fellow seadweller, Hekata. She may be on Derse, but it's very nice having someone helping you on the other side.

Currently, the two of you are working to stop a band of Dersian ruffians who are attempting to take the Ring of Orbs from the White Queen.

You also are guarding the Ring and the Queen feverishly.

Why?

Let's just say that your friends made some bad decisions when it came to prototyping.

Even though only five or so of the prototypings translated into the Ring, (possibly due to extreme dominance of one trait and the others making or not making it due to compatability) the final boss is now going to be nigh unbeatable.

You should probably ask her if she's managed to subdue them yet.

== > Troll Hekata.

There's a giant roar behind you. That must be the giant sand tsunami you were expecting...

Ah. There's the culprit, too. A giant dragon-based ogre wearing a scarf.

You pull out your blade - er, pen - to engage in combat.

== > Be Hekata.

You are currently very busy searching through your spellbooks. T, tr, tra... transfiguration.

Where did that pesky book go?! It's not replaceable! Emeric Switch was a genius and you can't believe you lost one of her books!

Wait... how did it get over there?

It's in plain sight of your server player, face down. Face down..? Somebody copied its Captcha code on the barcode on the back, didn't they? This book is dangerous! If it gets into the hands of anyone other than a trained witch or wizard, mass destruction could be wrought. A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration is not child's play! It says advanced for a reason!

== > Your Morail is trolling you.

Ahh, so she is.

angelic travesty [AT] bagan trolling telltaleTransfiguration [TT]

AT: +-- oh my gog

AT: +-- oh my effIng GOG

TT: Wh∆t? C∆r|e|?

TT: Wh∆t h∆ppened?

AT: +-- oh, noThIng, I only jusT ALMOST GOT KILLED

TT: Y•u... ∆|m•st g•t ki||ed?

AT: +-- yeah, sorTof, only I fought hIM off

TT: Wh• w∆s it? ∆nd, by ∆ny ch∆nce, were they p••r|y tr∆nsfigured int• s•mething terrifying?

AT: +-- yeah

AT: +-- waIT, how dId you know?

TT: I d∆bb|e in prec•gnitive pr•gn•stic∆ti•n.

AT: +-- whaT.

TT: Divin∆ti•n.

AT: +-- whaT.

TT: S•meb•dy st•|e the C∆ptch∆ c•de f•r my m•st ∆dv∆nced tr∆nsfigur∆ti•n textb••k.

AT +-- oh.

AT: +-- haD To have been DesTen.

AT: +-- he's The only one who woulD've TrIeD To kIll Me.

TT: Why d• the tw• •f y•u h∆te e∆ch •ther s• much? I d• be|ieve y•u; s•mething ∆b•ut his eg•tistic∆|-m∆ch•schism c•mp|ex rubs me the wr•ng w∆y, met∆ph•ric∆||y spe∆king. But ∆t this ep•ch, sh•u|dn't we ∆t |e∆st try t• put ∆side •ur differences? N•t th∆t I'm ∆|| th∆t e∆ger t• •bsequi•us|y k•wt•w t• ∆ny•ne, but perh∆ps ∆ |itt|e c•||∆b•r∆ti•n is in •rder?

AT: +-- says you! when was The last TIMe you even Typed one worD To nInfIa?

TT: I w•n't deign t• ∆nswer th∆t.

AT +-- fIgures.

TT: I h∆ve t• get my b••k b∆ck fr•m ∆n•v∆k. N•b•dy. Ste∆|s. My. B••ks.

TT: N•t th∆t I'm n•t trying t• get every•ne t• re∆d! I ∆m. But these b••ks c∆ck|e with m∆jyyk enyrjjies. They ∆re n•t f•r the inexperienced.

TT: There ∆re e|dritch str∆ins twining their w∆y thr•ugh the rust|ing whispers •f the time-w•rn p∆ges, |•ng-perused by bright minds •n ∆ quest f•r TRUE |IGHT.

AT: +-- ...

TT: The secrets within mysteries, wr∆pped in enigm∆s...

TT: Never t• be stripped b∆re.

TT: I've tried. But s•me f•rces •f the FURTHEST RING ∆re n•t t• be messed with.

TT: Which reminds me.

TT: I've f•und s•me Sgrub w∆|kthr•ughs.

AT: +-- anD why woulD ThaT reMInD you?

TT: My br∆in w•rks in unc∆nny ∆nd unscrut∆b|e w∆ys.

AT: +-- fuckIng alTernIan, please.

TT: | c∆n't he|p |t. |'m n∆tur∆||y |•qu∆c|•us.

TT: I h∆ve ∆n intense ∆v∆rice f•r sesquiped∆|i∆ns.

AT: +-- I beT you Do.

AT: +-- buT serIously, DesTen coulD Try anD kIll anyone, now ThaT he has your book. Is There any way you coulD soMehow access and DesTroy hIs copy?

TT: Wh•'s his Server?

AT: +-- ask hiM.

TT: R|ght.

TT: Th∆t's cert∆in t• be ∆ scinti||∆ting c•nvers∆ti•n.

AT: +-- ID Tell you To speak al-effIng-TernIan, but I don'T thInk you ever DID

AT: +-- were you always like this tho

TT: I get w•rse when ∆git∆ted.

TT: I used t• be |ike this ∆|| the time, but h∆d t• cut b∆ck due t• the •verr∆ted c∆use •f "Effective C•mmunic∆ti•n".

TT: S•.

TT: N•t th∆t my v•c∆bu|∆ry's diminished.

AT: +-- I can effIng Tell.

AT: +-- now go get your book back ok? before he wreeks more havoc.

AT: OH SHIT I SAID WREEKS

AT: +-- YOURE RUBBING OFF ON ME

AT: +-- SHIIIIIIIII

AT: +-- IIIIIIIII

AT: +-- IIIIIII

TT: You spe||ed it wr•ng, if it's ∆ny c•ns•|∆ti•n.

AT: +-- IIIII

AT: +-- oh rIghT

AT: +-- well anyway Tell Me If youre successful

AT: +-- IM gonna pracTIce soMe knIfe-ThrowIng.

AT: +-- byeooo!

TT: byeooo?

angelicTravesty [AT] gave up trolling telltaleTransfiguration [TT]

TT: Well, bye•••, then.

== > Go find Anovak and demand your book back.

You take some of your more Gryffindor and Ravenclaw consorts - including one named Rose that you've sort of adopted - and leave your respiteblock purposefully, broomstick in hand. You'll head through the gates and find him, however long it takes you.

You then

then

then...

Haha no. If you think we're actually going to do something exciting, think again.

You are now IFERNA BASTET and you are

== > FUCK NO WE WERE DOING SOMETHING EXITING

exploring the land of Clawmarks and Thunder in meowbeast form. You had decided to forsake it, but times change. Hestus is visiting and you'd like to meet your fellow rustblood in purrson, since you never have before. He's hopefully arriving through the gate near the top of a gorse-covered mountain.

Ah, there he - what!

== > Hekata: Descend gracefully from your first gate.

You watch Hekata zip down from the gate and dismount from her broom atop the mountain. She surveys the landscape doubtfully, then steps down.

One step too far.

She's across the clan border.

== > Now's your chance.

IFERNA: TRESPASER! //

IFERNA: TRESPASER TRESPASER ON DUALMOON CLANS TERITORY! //

HEKATA: Wh∆t n•w?

HEKATA: |fern∆?

== > STRIFE! Round 1.

You leap at her, phasing in midair into a cat, claws extended. You swipe down at her face as she emits a brief shriek. Her goggles protect her eyes, but her face is not so lucky. You leave a long gash across her cheek and claw her forehead furiously.

HEKATA: •w! |fern∆, st•p!

HEKATA: ∆ck!

She stumbles backward, out of the clan's territory. It would be against the Warrior Code to attack her now. Growling, you pace around the edge of the territory. But wait! Something rustles behind you, heading toward the clan camp. An owl thing?

== > After it!

You tear through the trees after the owl-like entity.

HEKATA: N•t my d∆ughter, y•u b|tch!

STRIFE! Round 2.

HEKATA: Petr|f|cus T•t∆lus!

She sends a spell at you, missing so close you smell your fur crisp. The next one hits, rolling you over onto the dirt. You briefly can't move! Spitting and hissing, you attempt to get to your feet, but remain rigid as a dead mouse. Head in the dirt, you quietly, silently rage. Suddenly, you feel your limbs again. Spitting and clawing, you launch yourself at Hekata again. This one's for Ninfia!

HESTUS: !

HESTUS: ~Iferna?~

You scramble to your feet, a troll once more. Hekata's nowhere to be found - absconded with her freak owl, you guess. But here's Hestus, in the flesh! He looks... rather shocked.

IFERNA: uh///

IFERNA: sory about that///

HESTUS: !

IFERNA: she and her consorts invaded my teritory///

IFERNA: had to defend/// you know how it is///

HESTUS: ~Righ1.~

HESTUS: ~You're no1 going 1o a11ack me, are you?~

IFERNA: no you have purmision to be here///

HESTUS: ~1hank you.~

IFERNA: would you like to come to my camp// i set it up for two just in case// i mean brokensprite is there but he wil be okay with you//

come this way//