The labyrinthine tunnels were finally behind the duet, as they crawled further into the convoluted coral city. The inn which housed their rendezvous, alcohol and cots for the evening approached into full throttle. The fictitious Kor woman and bleeding kobold soon bellowed into the tavern, within the center of the shopping district. And lo, and behold, the majority of the party, pouring over the cryptic atlas of the area, swiveled their chins or, in Dyn’s case, a myriad of pupils, to ogle over their anti-climactic entrance. The pair merely walked into the bar, without any hint of sensationalism. 

[color=ed1c24]“What are y’all looking at?”[/color] The jester inquired, with a cocked hip. 

To not disappoint, the pale mountaineer quickly provided an entrapped prestidigitation within her closed right fist. Holding it out in front with both hands, as if keeping a bird from flying off, she gradually revealed an illusionary monocle, the size of half of her face, in which to better gauge, with her own erratic visual senses the map that laid naked and vulnerable before all.

[color=ed1c24]“Ooooooh. Let me see!”[/color]

After an interval, the comic commenced to understand the orientation of the diagram, cementing her bearings of the [i]SS Lady Slipper[/i] and the Verdant Stream, almost polar opposites in both direction and in regards to safety and adventure. Before dissipating the eyeglass, the comic realized that her future bed mate was slowly exsanguinating. The crimson drops, circumventing the troupe in an effervescent current manipulated by the blanche geisha, oozed into a circular smiling Ouroboros consuming its own end. The snowy comedian then encased the ring of plasma into ice, granting it more of a scarlet hue, as she rapidly donned, wiggled and oscillated her pelvis attempting to employ it as a hula hoop.  
 
[color=ed1c24]“Askia, those wounds definitely need some loving attention.”[/color]

The cog-like thrusting continued its frequency as she performed with disjointed grace, ultimately grabbing and pirouetting the rosy girdle to and fro until she suddenly hooked the mystic with a sweeping motion.

[b][color=ed1c24]“Come!”[/color][/b] Koan’s bold word orgasmed into the silent fray, viewing their discourse.

Taking the neck of her now new prized companion, the gashes of the kobold began to heal magically as the pair cha-cha’ed upstairs, led by the crazed clown. The fool kicked a random door in, which luckily opened a vacant room. Looking over her sinister shoulder, she beckoned a command to the rest, who watched in amazement and disgust.

[color=ed1c24]“Please. Do not disturb us. Nurse Koran has some mending to do.”[/color]

With that haphazard mandate, a white bonnet with a red cross magically materialized upon her head as she tossed the gory disc below to the Beholder, as four dancing lights illuminated their portal of pending passion, changing in color with every subtle moan perceived.

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[i]Prestidigitation[/i] was used to conjure a fake monocle to view the map with. Later, several instances of [i]Shape Water [/i]are utilized to mold and freeze the blood into an Ouroboros, hinting of the impending innuendo. Koan has a passive Performance of 18, to which she twirls it as a hula hoop, hooks Askia, and dances her upstairs. She also casts a 3rd Level Cure Wounds for [url= https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/4285]16[/url] and a 1st Level Cure Wounds on herself for [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/4362]8[/url]. Yes. You know where. [i]Minor illusion [/i]is used to conjure a [url= https://www.monroeclinic.org/sites/default/files/blog-images/Nurses-hat.png]nurse’s cap[/url]. Finally, she tosses the gory ring at Dyn after kicking a random door open, to eventually close it with [i]Dancing Lights[/i], triggering a color change when sounds escape.
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