"Then again," Aros says. "Resmae will need somebody to pull her out if things are too messy on the other side. Resmae, you go first. I'll be there right after you."
Resmae's eyes grow wide, "Whaa?? What happened??"she tries to look at herself in one of the mirrors, but doesn't trust what they say either and starts to crumble not knowing what to believe.
Aros snorts with laughter. "Your face! Ahh, I'm sorry Resmae, you're fine. you're beautiful! But you are also still... You know. Here. Did you get lost in the mirror or something?"
Resmae looks at Aros in disbelief, no matter how many times Aros does this to her, she always falls for it. She shakes her bunny head, physically shaking it off, and once she has composed herself, she doesn't respond to Aros or say anything else, just looks at the Misters with a question on her face.
Mr Light giggles as Resmae bumps into the mirror and is taunted by Aros. He steps forward and readjusts the mirror so that she can see the writing on the wall behind. "Read!" he demands.
Resmae sits upon Sammy and recites the poem before her in the mirror.
You all watch in astonishment as she and Sammy gently fade from your view. Mr Light claps his hands with excitement. "Who's next?" he gleefully asks.
"I'll go!" Halei hurries to follow her new friends and curious to see where they've gone. She clutches her hat to her head in preparation for whatever comes next.
Aros opens her mouth to say something that surely would have been incredibly witty before hopping in herself, but then Halei runs past. Her moment ruined, Aros sighs and runs in after her.
Wildred went to motion to stop Halei just before she went through....so care free my dear little halei he thought
"Not so much as a rest!!not even a short one!!,tell me Mr light what exactly do we find on the other end?this portal of yours is it stable?"
He eyes the misters intrigued and unsure...he had been through many a portal in his career some not being what they had seemed..the worst was in his early days..a fellow student, by the name of Galicus Trot, he had summoned a portal in the dorms at Waterdeep,and bet Wildred to go through as none had used a portal yet and it was forbidden to conjure one on University property without Authorisation.He rememberd...not being able to say no to the bet and he foolishly stepped in,upon entering he found himself falling only to land in the Castle latrines..and after being roughly scorted by two brutish Guards he found himself in the Castle dungeons and was then thrown inside for a day untill the University cleared things up...oh how he Hated Galicus Trot....but he had learned to exercise caution when dealing with any kind of portal ever since..
He looks at the mirror and says...
"We would be amiss if we were to not inquire first..you get my concern?"
“You know, I’ve no idea!” replies Mr Light to Wildred’s question.
”Lost your nerve, young wizard? Where’s your sense of adventure?” Questions Mr Witch.
At that seeing it as a challenge(as hes always considered himself to be very adventurous)Wildred roles up his sleeves...walks to the mirror..and recites the words...flash backs of latrines and dungeons at the forefront of his mind..he braces himself!!
Balliol walks through the Hall of Illusion and ponders the various mirrors as he ages. He rather likes the images of himself as an old rabbit. He wasn't ready to be that old right away, but the idea that he would make it to that age was appealing. If he kept lassoing giant spiders and wandering into far-away lands he might not. A peaceful old age seemed a good way to end a good life.
Eventually they made their disorienting way to the center of the fun house and stood in a room full of mirrors. When a message appeared on the mirror it was virtually impossible to read, and yet . . . well, it was a house of mirrors. He sort of tipped his head sideways and worked his way through it letter by letter backwards and was soon reciting the whimsical poem to himself. It was about at that point that Resmae bonked her little nose on the mirror and learned that she had to speak the poem. That seemed easy enough. And so it was. After some bickering over the order, the party started going through the portal one by one.
Bugs listened as Mr. Light failed to provide any useful information at all. Besides providing the portal itself, of course. He didn't trust the elf. Not at all. And he didn't like the way he seemed to egg on Wildred. Such behavior wasn't useful. He didn't trust him. In many circumstances he would have backed out, but right now the decision had been made. They were going through. When he was the last one in the room he turned to Mr. Light. "You know nothing of a portal that opens into your carnival? Besides how to use it, of course. Do you, at least know how we are to return from the other side? And does the return portal drop us right here back amongst the mirrors? If so, is there an easy way to get out - the entrance was a bit disorienting for those of us who were unused to it." He didn't really expect useful information but it seemed foolish not to ask. And if not in words, perhaps the Misters reaction would reveal something. (Rolled a 14 on insight if you want to use that for anything here.) But in the end the answers wouldn't change what came next. He stepped up to the mirror, spoke the little poem, and hopefully went through to his friends.
You all wake to find wet stone underneath you. As you regain your awareness and sit up. You look around to see your companions in varying states of waking as they also come to and look around.
You are at the edge of a raised and broken causeway under a hazy, twilit sky. The causeway, built from pale stones that glow faintly from within, towers over the surrounding landscape. Large sections have crumbled away, and the parts that remain in place are separated by large gaps where portions have collapsed.
The drizzle of rain soaks your attire, and as you look around, you see a fog-shrouded swamp that spreads out below you in all directions. Up from its murk wafts the smell of rotting plants. Also rising from the swamp is the music of nature—a discordant symphony of croaking frogs and other sounds of wildlife.
You look around at each other. It is hard to focus, and you all still feel a little dazed. But as you regain your senses and look at each other, you notice something odd.
You are children.
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"Then again," Aros says. "Resmae will need somebody to pull her out if things are too messy on the other side. Resmae, you go first. I'll be there right after you."
Resmae turns to Aros and gives her a big wink, then Sammy steps through the mirror
Resmae, You walk into the mirror. The Misters look at each other and back at you. You are still in the room.
She laughs, “What kind of trick is this?”
Aros gasps and sinks to her knees, crying out in exaggerated anguish "My GOD, Resmae! You've aged ONE-HUNDRED YEARS!!!!!!"
Resmae's eyes grow wide, "Whaa?? What happened??" she tries to look at herself in one of the mirrors, but doesn't trust what they say either and starts to crumble not knowing what to believe.
Aros snorts with laughter. "Your face! Ahh, I'm sorry Resmae, you're fine. you're beautiful! But you are also still... You know. Here. Did you get lost in the mirror or something?"
Resmae looks at Aros in disbelief, no matter how many times Aros does this to her, she always falls for it. She shakes her bunny head, physically shaking it off, and once she has composed herself, she doesn't respond to Aros or say anything else, just looks at the Misters with a question on her face.
Resmae sits upon Sammy and recites the poem before her in the mirror.
You all watch in astonishment as she and Sammy gently fade from your view. Mr Light claps his hands with excitement. "Who's next?" he gleefully asks.
"I'll go!" Halei hurries to follow her new friends and curious to see where they've gone. She clutches her hat to her head in preparation for whatever comes next.
Aros opens her mouth to say something that surely would have been incredibly witty before hopping in herself, but then Halei runs past. Her moment ruined, Aros sighs and runs in after her.
Halei and Aros follow. One after the other, standing in front of the mirror and reciting the words. They too, disappear before your very eyes.
Mr Light continues his hysterical giggling and clapping. "Don't be shy. Who's next? Follow, follow!"
Resmae, Halei and Aros are gone.
Stalker, Wildred and Balliol, you are still in this room of mirrors with the Misters.
Wildred went to motion to stop Halei just before she went through....so care free my dear little halei he thought
"Not so much as a rest!!not even a short one!!,tell me Mr light what exactly do we find on the other end?this portal of yours is it stable?"
He eyes the misters intrigued and unsure...he had been through many a portal in his career some not being what they had seemed..the worst was in his early days..a fellow student, by the name of Galicus Trot, he had summoned a portal in the dorms at Waterdeep,and bet Wildred to go through as none had used a portal yet and it was forbidden to conjure one on University property without Authorisation.He rememberd...not being able to say no to the bet and he foolishly stepped in,upon entering he found himself falling only to land in the Castle latrines..and after being roughly scorted by two brutish Guards he found himself in the Castle dungeons and was then thrown inside for a day untill the University cleared things up...oh how he Hated Galicus Trot....but he had learned to exercise caution when dealing with any kind of portal ever since..
He looks at the mirror and says...
"We would be amiss if we were to not inquire first..you get my concern?"
“You know, I’ve no idea!” replies Mr Light to Wildred’s question.
”Lost your nerve, young wizard? Where’s your sense of adventure?” Questions Mr Witch.
At that seeing it as a challenge(as hes always considered himself to be very adventurous)Wildred roles up his sleeves...walks to the mirror..and recites the words...flash backs of latrines and dungeons at the forefront of his mind..he braces himself!!
...and then there were two.
"Well, c'mon lads. Who's up next!" invites Mr Light.
Stalker, Balliol, you are all that remains at the carnival of our heroic adventurers. Who is going to be the lucky last? And is it lucky to be last?
Stalker frowns at the pair, not trusting them. But he follows through the mirror to see what waits beyond, saying their silly rhyme.
Stalker recites the silly rhyme and disappears from view.
Balliol,
It is only you that remains with the Misters.
"Are you ready Mr Bugglesworth the fourth?" Mr Witch encourages you to step up to the mirror.
Balliol walks through the Hall of Illusion and ponders the various mirrors as he ages. He rather likes the images of himself as an old rabbit. He wasn't ready to be that old right away, but the idea that he would make it to that age was appealing. If he kept lassoing giant spiders and wandering into far-away lands he might not. A peaceful old age seemed a good way to end a good life.
Eventually they made their disorienting way to the center of the fun house and stood in a room full of mirrors. When a message appeared on the mirror it was virtually impossible to read, and yet . . . well, it was a house of mirrors. He sort of tipped his head sideways and worked his way through it letter by letter backwards and was soon reciting the whimsical poem to himself. It was about at that point that Resmae bonked her little nose on the mirror and learned that she had to speak the poem. That seemed easy enough. And so it was. After some bickering over the order, the party started going through the portal one by one.
Bugs listened as Mr. Light failed to provide any useful information at all. Besides providing the portal itself, of course. He didn't trust the elf. Not at all. And he didn't like the way he seemed to egg on Wildred. Such behavior wasn't useful. He didn't trust him. In many circumstances he would have backed out, but right now the decision had been made. They were going through. When he was the last one in the room he turned to Mr. Light. "You know nothing of a portal that opens into your carnival? Besides how to use it, of course. Do you, at least know how we are to return from the other side? And does the return portal drop us right here back amongst the mirrors? If so, is there an easy way to get out - the entrance was a bit disorienting for those of us who were unused to it." He didn't really expect useful information but it seemed foolish not to ask. And if not in words, perhaps the Misters reaction would reveal something. (Rolled a 14 on insight if you want to use that for anything here.) But in the end the answers wouldn't change what came next. He stepped up to the mirror, spoke the little poem, and hopefully went through to his friends.
Chapter 2: We're Not In Kansas Anymore!
You all wake to find wet stone underneath you. As you regain your awareness and sit up. You look around to see your companions in varying states of waking as they also come to and look around.
You are at the edge of a raised and broken causeway under a hazy, twilit sky. The causeway, built from pale stones that glow faintly from within, towers over the surrounding landscape. Large sections have crumbled away, and the parts that remain in place are separated by large gaps where portions have collapsed.
The drizzle of rain soaks your attire, and as you look around, you see a fog-shrouded swamp that spreads out below you in all directions. Up from its murk wafts the smell of rotting plants. Also rising from the swamp is the music of nature—a discordant symphony of croaking frogs and other sounds of wildlife.
You look around at each other. It is hard to focus, and you all still feel a little dazed. But as you regain your senses and look at each other, you notice something odd.
You are children.
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