While Johnathan sums up all that Ralik had missed up until this point, Adam, who apparently was Kerwyn, hands back the boots of flying the the nomad missed so much. Ralik doesn't even bother checking them and just shoves his feet in to be strapped on.
"I only hope these help you in some way while I was gone. They would have done me no good either way. No doubt they will see their way to you again. Thank you for returning them." He says to Adam and a pat on the shoulder.
"Thank you Johnathan. I am filled with joy to see you all, and some better off now than when I was taken" He says to the man with a nod.
Ralik pointedly avoids the body swapped two and stand beside Shivaris, as if she wasn't the thing has has trained himself to hunt, because she was his friend. That was the end of his thoughts on the matter. He flitted through his memories of the many tales the H.B.O. wizard had imparted through the scrying box as Shivaris pressed Severen on transportation.
"Maybe if I scout, I can find us another one of these iron beasts to hijack. Severen, do you know how to do this, how to 'wire-hot' these constructs if I were to find one? I am sure I could also convince someone to let me have one by imitating their authority figures and demanding it for use in official business. I have seen this done and believe I could do this. However, it always ends in some kind of chase, but I am sure of our ability to deal with such situations. I saw someone change the appurtenance of that wounded machine, I hope we can continue to use that." The nomad says in a bit of a ramble.
"Doing something is better than this bickering." Ralik says jokingly with a shrug.
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Adam shouts “OAH!” in agreement. “If we can’t fix this thing (and I certainly can’t) then we should look at getting another one of these metal beasts to transport us. Times a wasting!”
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Adam and Dageron are able to orient the van a little better with their combined efforts while Gavin gets a sense for what has happened from Travin...even as he stares dumbly at Travin speaking from Ward's body. The strange junkman's brother just watches and listens, his face stricken with a lost look, and his shoulders slowly slump, his gaze drilling through the ground.
"I wonder how hard you've really tried to fix anything." He says quietly to Travin. "You could have killed me. I think you almost killed me. Look at our ride dude. Just...like...dude. Don't tell me you'll be better, just be better."
Gavin steps away, patting out some of the smoking frays of his clothing.
The two extra Travin's hear Shavaris demand that they go away, and both look intrigued, concerned, and amused by the prospect.
"but wheres would we goes hm?" One says, while the other bobs his head up and down in agreement.
"we's always been here yeh yeh! we just gottsta come outs n say hi yeh!" The other, head-bobber, says.
"oh! we's a manifestation of so many personalitieses rolling around in one heads!"
The two extra Travin's high five each other.
Severen blinks at Shavaris, his eyes switching back and forth between her and the situation between the Extra-Travin's, Baby-Arm-Travin, and Robo-Travin. He shakes his head in disbelieve, then pushes his leather jacket sleeve up and looks at his watch.
"Yeah momma, I got something for you." He says, pulling a match out of his pocket and putting it between his teeth. "It's called the Shoe Lace Express. You've lost your mind if you think I'm going back upstairs to ask the boss to give up one of his vehicles for this shit. Ya'll need to get the f&ck out of here. Take the wizard's ride when you kill them."
The vampire reaches up and kneads his forehead with his fingers and then walks off toward the exit to the garage.
"Hey guy," Severen says, pausing only momentarily to address Ralik. "Uhm, no. Low profile, remember? I bet those little turds you're rolling with have some pretty good connections out at Coney Island though, huh?"
Ward grabs Gavin's arm as he tries to walk away, and mutters, "hey you f*cking wished for this, just another thing for me to fix.
Don't get too comfortable here... I've been doubting something, something has been wrong since we arrived, and with this new body and new intelligence, I've just worked it out... This realm is not home. We are still in the story" with Gavin's arm released and Gavin buggered off, Ward simply sits for a moment, staring off into space.
"Of course." Ralik says lightheartedly in reply to Severen.
Ralik's eyes bore into the back of the vampire's head as it walks away, jaw setting hard on each chew of the Juicy Fruit. Soon.
Ralik looks to Shivaris and smiles, all signs of his bloodlust gone. He could sense it in her, the dark pact. Not only the one they had struck with Strahd, but something deeper in her. She was still Shavaris however, just as Johnathan was still himself, but more down the bombachu hole than the man was.
"Let us become acquainted shall we?" he says to her, indicating those he does not know.
He walks around and consoles and comforts those he does not remember from before. He pulls out a pack of Juicy Fruit, and smiles to himself remembering asking Severen for a piece.
"Are you all ok?" he asks the group that has joined with the Dawn Guard, offering some of the gum. "It seems things have been eventful. Stay brave friends, keep the spirit of your ancestors in your heart, and know they look on you with pride. OAH!" Ralik offers to them. "I am Ralik Two Knives!" He then says, creating a minor illusion of two longswords behind him briefly as he crosses closed fists over his chest, standing proud and strong.
The nomad relaxes and smiles, "We will get through this." He says with a nod and turn.
Regardless of how the others react, he walks to Ward who is staring off into space and just sits with him in silence.
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Shavaris stares at the two other Travin's. "Where would you go? Back to where you came from. You know, join back together. You're not a whole Travin at the moment, this can't be good." She scratches her head trying to figure out a better argument then - it just needs to be! "Ok, you came out, you said hi, now go back."
She stares at Severen, "Shoe Lace Express? You're worthless."
Turning away from him, she overhears Ward or was that Travin? "I still don't understand this story business you're talking about, but are you saying that we never sent Gavin back home then? That we just sent him to another storyline? Is that it? Then that might make the situation easier to rectify? I'm not sure."
As Ralik asks about introductions, she lets it go, people were tripled, people were in the wrong bodies, more vampires around then ever before... she wouldn't know where to begin. But as he sits down next to Ward, she pulls him off his feet. "No, we are walking to this address, we are moving NOW." And she starts off.
Adam begins to walk beside Shavaris, comfortable with her being in the lead and finally getting on the move. “Hey uh, that looked like pretty potent … stuff back there. Are you ok? You don’t feel any residual effects from that dickweed do you? Let me know now if anything feels awry. As we walk and talk, maybe we can come up with a plan? I suspect you need to keep out of sight, they’ll probably sense you.. or something.”
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As Severen makes his exit, Dageron calls from behind, "Did you forget to provide us with something? The means to hide our appearances was assured by your lord."
"Oh, the bangles." Severen says over his shoulder. "Yeah they're in that jalopy your friend just blew to hell. Show 'em where they're at, kid."
Gavin, still looking pissed off at his brother and the rest of the crew as he's released without a word, then stalks back toward the van as the vampire saunters off, cool as a cucumber. Gavin jerks the door open to the passenger seat, where Turquoise has her head resting against the dashboard. He looks into the floorboard at the stack of jewelry that's been left there...that the new concussed young woman has ralphed all over.
"F%ck man." He mutters.
"Sorry." She says weakly.
The two Travin copies listen to Shavaris, then one shrugs. The other mutters a 'yeh yeh!' while looking at its partner...then they ram into each other, running as fast as they can go...then bounce off each other and pile it up on the concrete floor. Trinkets and cookware, cutlery and knick-knacks, all scatter in a radiating storm of shit, making the awfullest noise since Travin Prime tried to explode the van.
Dageron retrieves the indicated bangles from the van and dumps his canteen on them - and his gauntlet. He slips one on and concentrates on the general form he seeks. Though Gavin and crew, and Severen, had distinct hair, tattoo, and clothing styles, Dageron had observed countless other people looking far more... plain. His appearance morphs into that of a tall, overweight, balding white man with a goatee and mullet wearing a worn golf cap, plain tan jacket, blue jeans and sneakers. He looks like someone's alcoholic Polish uncle, or Soho landlord (often already the same person), or a butcher from a mom and pop butcher shop, or a not Persian-looking cabbie... Maybe Albanian?
He offers the remaining bangles to the others. "Try for something basic so we blend in."
In response to Shavaris' questioning Ward on the validity of his storyline hypothesis, he thinks a moment before he speaks, "I think so, the way I see it, the storytellers, those gods I spoke of, they control everything that happens to us. This has been somewhat confirmed both by Gandalf and by Jareth, though they will not expound upon it as I don't think they have too much sight into it. It is depressing. However my theory is that the storytellers are from my world, if that is true then they should not have the same control over their own world, do you understand? Things keep happening here like a story too, Gavin still suffering, changing when he got back, the magic from the other world permeating here, this body swap at Gavin's wish, to name but a few... One of the storytellers has been speaking to me directly for some time, even here. That should not be able to happen. Therefore this cannot be my world, if it is there is a distance of separation, in either space or time." Ward strokes his chin before clapping Shavaris on the shoulder and getting up, joining her for the walk, "I have never expected any of you to accept or understand my knowledge or connection to the storytellers, to do so would be to accept that in a way none of you are real, not to the perspective of those who control you anyway. But I will test this theory more whilst we are in this plane, if you find yourself interested, then I'll fill you in on the results."
Shavaris smiles warmly as Adam joins her, giving him a little shoulder check as he falls in step with her. "I'm alright now. It was... bad, you know? I probably wouldn't have had a sip so readily if I knew how it would make me feel and what's coming. Six days?" She looks behind her, over her shoulder, "with this crew? I gotta say, I'm worried. And what Strahd said about how Ralik and I are going to diminish as the sixth day approaches? That can't be good." she shrugs, "Thanks for being there for me."
Shavaris stares at Dag in his new form. Without saying anything, she reaches for a bangle, then tries to come up with something basic as Dag said, holding her breath and she slides it on.
Her ears shrink to human ears, her hair turns all brown and curly as it grows to shoulder length. She also grows a thick brown mustache over her mouth and shrinks a bit. Her typically pale skin turns slightly brown and her large eyes become brown and beady. She also now sports jeans and sneakers, but with a yellow tank and red suspenders with a matching red hat. She giggles and says, "That felt.." her eyes grow wide as her voice is much lower and is now a man's voice, "whoaaa"
She looks at Ward as he talks to her, it sounds like Ward, but the discussion is Travin's topic. It almost makes her head hurt just thinking about what he's talking about. She finally replies, "That's some real shit, man."
With bracers in hand, Ralik transforms into a man with long dark hair, round wire frame glasses, and red bandana on his forehead. He wears a denim jacket over a Flash Gordon tee and denim jeans ending in black cowboy boots.
“Far out man.” He says as he passes the bracers along.
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Ward takes the bangle and slips it on, his appearance becomes that of an olive skinned human, curly black hair and the hints of needing a shave. The illusion is muscular but only seems to be a little older than Gavin and his crew, this Adonis wears mostly denim, over a colourful polo shirt. And tiny little round sunglasses.
Similar to Ralik, but diffferent - Adam picks up on a theme that he saw on a billboard on the highway during their travels that day. He just kind of liked the look of the guy. As Adam takes the bangle he transforms, has a white cowboy hat, thick red button down shirt with pockets, and denim pants, tough, sturdy gear. And a cowboy hat, with sunglasses. He has a little red and white box in his front pocket, with cigarettes inside. He’s wearing cowboy boots. Yep, Adam has transformed…. Into the Marlboro Man. “Huh. Look at that…”
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
The teenagers decide to tag along, but it's decided that they'll stay outside and post guard when the band confronts Strahd's vampire slayers. They walk several blocks, a good thirty minutes or more, and the sun is just starting to come up when they reach their destination.
There are a few lights on inside, but otherwise things seem quiet. The weird white figure with the red line over it is lit up at least...
Ward by the time the group gets to the building has mostly adjusted to his new form and retained control over himself and turns to the group. "Well, I say we go in loud, but Travin, you can use my wild shape turn into a small creature like a raccoon and rig up some of my fire implements on the other exits for insurance. Also, can I have some of my explosives? I've got ideas for me and the twins. If we don't want to, we could try my plan of acting as a weak vampire, however, I recognize things have substantially changed with us in different forms." Ward says, pointing towards the two copies of Travin behind him.
"Oh no, I mean me and Travin. I was originally fine with being bait however I don't know if Travin would wish to, how comfortable he is in my body. That sort of thing." Ward says
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P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
"it's not my body, so I'll leave that choice up to you. I however would like my body kept in one piece, there's already been corruptions which we'll address later, here." Ward goes on over to travin and casts a cure wounds (14hp) clearing up some of the burns and cuts that his previous body had gained. Ward also digs around his pouches and bag, making the odd noise of surprise. He hands Travin ten napalm bombs and ten shrapnel grenades.
"Don't forget Ward, in that body you can be more persuasive than you ever thought possible, the humans that this realm replicates are not well versed in magics and such, we should talk first, and ready violence for if those talks break down" ward clutches his head a little trying to parse out his own intentions from the changes his mind is undergoing in this new body. He is smarter, but with the same penchant for explosions, though he has the added knowledge of this realm, everything swirls and makes him feel dizzy.
While Johnathan sums up all that Ralik had missed up until this point, Adam, who apparently was Kerwyn, hands back the boots of flying the the nomad missed so much. Ralik doesn't even bother checking them and just shoves his feet in to be strapped on.
"I only hope these help you in some way while I was gone. They would have done me no good either way. No doubt they will see their way to you again. Thank you for returning them." He says to Adam and a pat on the shoulder.
"Thank you Johnathan. I am filled with joy to see you all, and some better off now than when I was taken" He says to the man with a nod.
Ralik pointedly avoids the body swapped two and stand beside Shivaris, as if she wasn't the thing has has trained himself to hunt, because she was his friend. That was the end of his thoughts on the matter. He flitted through his memories of the many tales the H.B.O. wizard had imparted through the scrying box as Shivaris pressed Severen on transportation.
"Maybe if I scout, I can find us another one of these iron beasts to hijack. Severen, do you know how to do this, how to 'wire-hot' these constructs if I were to find one? I am sure I could also convince someone to let me have one by imitating their authority figures and demanding it for use in official business. I have seen this done and believe I could do this. However, it always ends in some kind of chase, but I am sure of our ability to deal with such situations. I saw someone change the appurtenance of that wounded machine, I hope we can continue to use that." The nomad says in a bit of a ramble.
"Doing something is better than this bickering." Ralik says jokingly with a shrug.
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Lover of lore and magic.
-The White Crow-
Adam shouts “OAH!” in agreement. “If we can’t fix this thing (and I certainly can’t) then we should look at getting another one of these metal beasts to transport us. Times a wasting!”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Adam and Dageron are able to orient the van a little better with their combined efforts while Gavin gets a sense for what has happened from Travin...even as he stares dumbly at Travin speaking from Ward's body. The strange junkman's brother just watches and listens, his face stricken with a lost look, and his shoulders slowly slump, his gaze drilling through the ground.
"I wonder how hard you've really tried to fix anything." He says quietly to Travin. "You could have killed me. I think you almost killed me. Look at our ride dude. Just...like...dude. Don't tell me you'll be better, just be better."
Gavin steps away, patting out some of the smoking frays of his clothing.
The two extra Travin's hear Shavaris demand that they go away, and both look intrigued, concerned, and amused by the prospect.
"but wheres would we goes hm?" One says, while the other bobs his head up and down in agreement.
"we's always been here yeh yeh! we just gottsta come outs n say hi yeh!" The other, head-bobber, says.
"oh! we's a manifestation of so many personalitieses rolling around in one heads!"
The two extra Travin's high five each other.
Severen blinks at Shavaris, his eyes switching back and forth between her and the situation between the Extra-Travin's, Baby-Arm-Travin, and Robo-Travin. He shakes his head in disbelieve, then pushes his leather jacket sleeve up and looks at his watch.
"Yeah momma, I got something for you." He says, pulling a match out of his pocket and putting it between his teeth. "It's called the Shoe Lace Express. You've lost your mind if you think I'm going back upstairs to ask the boss to give up one of his vehicles for this shit. Ya'll need to get the f&ck out of here. Take the wizard's ride when you kill them."
The vampire reaches up and kneads his forehead with his fingers and then walks off toward the exit to the garage.
"Hey guy," Severen says, pausing only momentarily to address Ralik. "Uhm, no. Low profile, remember? I bet those little turds you're rolling with have some pretty good connections out at Coney Island though, huh?"
Hawk's eyes widen at the prospect.
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Ward grabs Gavin's arm as he tries to walk away, and mutters, "hey you f*cking wished for this, just another thing for me to fix.
Don't get too comfortable here... I've been doubting something, something has been wrong since we arrived, and with this new body and new intelligence, I've just worked it out... This realm is not home. We are still in the story" with Gavin's arm released and Gavin buggered off, Ward simply sits for a moment, staring off into space.
"Of course." Ralik says lightheartedly in reply to Severen.
Ralik's eyes bore into the back of the vampire's head as it walks away, jaw setting hard on each chew of the Juicy Fruit.
Soon.
Ralik looks to Shivaris and smiles, all signs of his bloodlust gone. He could sense it in her, the dark pact. Not only the one they had struck with Strahd, but something deeper in her. She was still Shavaris however, just as Johnathan was still himself, but more down the bombachu hole than the man was.
"Let us become acquainted shall we?" he says to her, indicating those he does not know.
He walks around and consoles and comforts those he does not remember from before. He pulls out a pack of Juicy Fruit, and smiles to himself remembering asking Severen for a piece.
"Are you all ok?" he asks the group that has joined with the Dawn Guard, offering some of the gum.
"It seems things have been eventful. Stay brave friends, keep the spirit of your ancestors in your heart, and know they look on you with pride. OAH!" Ralik offers to them.
"I am Ralik Two Knives!" He then says, creating a minor illusion of two longswords behind him briefly as he crosses closed fists over his chest, standing proud and strong.
The nomad relaxes and smiles, "We will get through this." He says with a nod and turn.
Regardless of how the others react, he walks to Ward who is staring off into space and just sits with him in silence.
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Lover of lore and magic.
-The White Crow-
Shavaris stares at the two other Travin's. "Where would you go? Back to where you came from. You know, join back together. You're not a whole Travin at the moment, this can't be good." She scratches her head trying to figure out a better argument then - it just needs to be! "Ok, you came out, you said hi, now go back."
She stares at Severen, "Shoe Lace Express? You're worthless."
Turning away from him, she overhears Ward or was that Travin? "I still don't understand this story business you're talking about, but are you saying that we never sent Gavin back home then? That we just sent him to another storyline? Is that it? Then that might make the situation easier to rectify? I'm not sure."
As Ralik asks about introductions, she lets it go, people were tripled, people were in the wrong bodies, more vampires around then ever before... she wouldn't know where to begin. But as he sits down next to Ward, she pulls him off his feet. "No, we are walking to this address, we are moving NOW." And she starts off.
Adam begins to walk beside Shavaris, comfortable with her being in the lead and finally getting on the move. “Hey uh, that looked like pretty potent … stuff back there. Are you ok? You don’t feel any residual effects from that dickweed do you? Let me know now if anything feels awry. As we walk and talk, maybe we can come up with a plan? I suspect you need to keep out of sight, they’ll probably sense you.. or something.”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
As Severen makes his exit, Dageron calls from behind, "Did you forget to provide us with something? The means to hide our appearances was assured by your lord."
"Oh, the bangles." Severen says over his shoulder. "Yeah they're in that jalopy your friend just blew to hell. Show 'em where they're at, kid."
Gavin, still looking pissed off at his brother and the rest of the crew as he's released without a word, then stalks back toward the van as the vampire saunters off, cool as a cucumber. Gavin jerks the door open to the passenger seat, where Turquoise has her head resting against the dashboard. He looks into the floorboard at the stack of jewelry that's been left there...that the new concussed young woman has ralphed all over.
"F%ck man." He mutters.
"Sorry." She says weakly.
The two Travin copies listen to Shavaris, then one shrugs. The other mutters a 'yeh yeh!' while looking at its partner...then they ram into each other, running as fast as they can go...then bounce off each other and pile it up on the concrete floor. Trinkets and cookware, cutlery and knick-knacks, all scatter in a radiating storm of shit, making the awfullest noise since Travin Prime tried to explode the van.
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Dageron retrieves the indicated bangles from the van and dumps his canteen on them - and his gauntlet. He slips one on and concentrates on the general form he seeks. Though Gavin and crew, and Severen, had distinct hair, tattoo, and clothing styles, Dageron had observed countless other people looking far more... plain. His appearance morphs into that of a tall, overweight, balding white man with a goatee and mullet wearing a worn golf cap, plain tan jacket, blue jeans and sneakers. He looks like someone's alcoholic Polish uncle, or Soho landlord (often already the same person), or a butcher from a mom and pop butcher shop, or a not Persian-looking cabbie... Maybe Albanian?
He offers the remaining bangles to the others. "Try for something basic so we blend in."
In response to Shavaris' questioning Ward on the validity of his storyline hypothesis, he thinks a moment before he speaks, "I think so, the way I see it, the storytellers, those gods I spoke of, they control everything that happens to us. This has been somewhat confirmed both by Gandalf and by Jareth, though they will not expound upon it as I don't think they have too much sight into it. It is depressing. However my theory is that the storytellers are from my world, if that is true then they should not have the same control over their own world, do you understand? Things keep happening here like a story too, Gavin still suffering, changing when he got back, the magic from the other world permeating here, this body swap at Gavin's wish, to name but a few... One of the storytellers has been speaking to me directly for some time, even here. That should not be able to happen. Therefore this cannot be my world, if it is there is a distance of separation, in either space or time." Ward strokes his chin before clapping Shavaris on the shoulder and getting up, joining her for the walk, "I have never expected any of you to accept or understand my knowledge or connection to the storytellers, to do so would be to accept that in a way none of you are real, not to the perspective of those who control you anyway. But I will test this theory more whilst we are in this plane, if you find yourself interested, then I'll fill you in on the results."
Shavaris smiles warmly as Adam joins her, giving him a little shoulder check as he falls in step with her. "I'm alright now. It was... bad, you know? I probably wouldn't have had a sip so readily if I knew how it would make me feel and what's coming. Six days?" She looks behind her, over her shoulder, "with this crew? I gotta say, I'm worried. And what Strahd said about how Ralik and I are going to diminish as the sixth day approaches? That can't be good." she shrugs, "Thanks for being there for me."
Shavaris stares at Dag in his new form. Without saying anything, she reaches for a bangle, then tries to come up with something basic as Dag said, holding her breath and she slides it on.
Her ears shrink to human ears, her hair turns all brown and curly as it grows to shoulder length. She also grows a thick brown mustache over her mouth and shrinks a bit. Her typically pale skin turns slightly brown and her large eyes become brown and beady. She also now sports jeans and sneakers, but with a yellow tank and red suspenders with a matching red hat. She giggles and says, "That felt.." her eyes grow wide as her voice is much lower and is now a man's voice, "whoaaa"
She looks at Ward as he talks to her, it sounds like Ward, but the discussion is Travin's topic. It almost makes her head hurt just thinking about what he's talking about. She finally replies, "That's some real shit, man."
With bracers in hand, Ralik transforms into a man with long dark hair, round wire frame glasses, and red bandana on his forehead. He wears a denim jacket over a Flash Gordon tee and denim jeans ending in black cowboy boots.
“Far out man.” He says as he passes the bracers along.
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Lover of lore and magic.
-The White Crow-
Ward takes the bangle and slips it on, his appearance becomes that of an olive skinned human, curly black hair and the hints of needing a shave. The illusion is muscular but only seems to be a little older than Gavin and his crew, this Adonis wears mostly denim, over a colourful polo shirt. And tiny little round sunglasses.
"This is... Something I observed."
Similar to Ralik, but diffferent - Adam picks up on a theme that he saw on a billboard on the highway during their travels that day. He just kind of liked the look of the guy. As Adam takes the bangle he transforms, has a white cowboy hat, thick red button down shirt with pockets, and denim pants, tough, sturdy gear. And a cowboy hat, with sunglasses. He has a little red and white box in his front pocket, with cigarettes inside. He’s wearing cowboy boots. Yep, Adam has transformed…. Into the Marlboro Man. “Huh. Look at that…”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
The teenagers decide to tag along, but it's decided that they'll stay outside and post guard when the band confronts Strahd's vampire slayers. They walk several blocks, a good thirty minutes or more, and the sun is just starting to come up when they reach their destination.

There are a few lights on inside, but otherwise things seem quiet. The weird white figure with the red line over it is lit up at least...
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Ward by the time the group gets to the building has mostly adjusted to his new form and retained control over himself and turns to the group. "Well, I say we go in loud, but Travin, you can use my wild shape turn into a small creature like a raccoon and rig up some of my fire implements on the other exits for insurance. Also, can I have some of my explosives? I've got ideas for me and the twins. If we don't want to, we could try my plan of acting as a weak vampire, however, I recognize things have substantially changed with us in different forms." Ward says, pointing towards the two copies of Travin behind him.
P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
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"Different forms? I am still in full armor and fully capable of normal combat. These forms are mere illusions, is that no so?" Dageron asks.
"Oh no, I mean me and Travin. I was originally fine with being bait however I don't know if Travin would wish to, how comfortable he is in my body. That sort of thing." Ward says
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"it's not my body, so I'll leave that choice up to you. I however would like my body kept in one piece, there's already been corruptions which we'll address later, here." Ward goes on over to travin and casts a cure wounds (14hp) clearing up some of the burns and cuts that his previous body had gained. Ward also digs around his pouches and bag, making the odd noise of surprise. He hands Travin ten napalm bombs and ten shrapnel grenades.
"Don't forget Ward, in that body you can be more persuasive than you ever thought possible, the humans that this realm replicates are not well versed in magics and such, we should talk first, and ready violence for if those talks break down" ward clutches his head a little trying to parse out his own intentions from the changes his mind is undergoing in this new body. He is smarter, but with the same penchant for explosions, though he has the added knowledge of this realm, everything swirls and makes him feel dizzy.