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The Mythical School of Fey

(( is there a cure? Can't we get some sort of Necromancer and bring them back to life? ))

Spliced

Welp, anything Randy can do? He's not doing much, at the moment, just sleeping.

The Traveller's Return

I don't know about you, but those last few posts made me feel warm inside :)

The Traveller's Return

Mystique felt herself return to her body. She breathed a breath of fresh air into her lungs. She looked up to her. "Thank you..." she said, then smiled. She saw her broom was still broken so she chanted a spell to summon a new one. She hopped on, then turne around. "Bye bye!" she giggled out. "I hope to see you again!" she turned back around and sped off back towards her pumpkin house. She opned the door to her house and walked to her room. She put on her pajamas and flopped onto bed. The day had been tiring, and she still hadn't made up for the sleep she didn't get, so she slept like a log. She dreamed. It was a good dream, she was with her mama, she was reading her a book. She remembered that was the day she was taught the art of withcraftery. She smiled in her sleep.

The Traveller's Return

"Agreed."

The Traveller's Return

Mystique shook her head yes. "Yes, I promise not to send any more illusions after you!" she said.

Spliced

There, edited it so that they just played a few ames of Poker
It wasn't a terrible idea, it was pretty good, but I think it got squished between the lovydoveys

The Traveller's Return

Mystique got scared at the dogs and backed away. "I'm sorry!" she cried out, fear piercing her voice.

Spliced

A few hours passed and they had played a few games of Poker. Randy heard his watch beeping, so he checked. "Well, it was fun playing with you guys, but I gots to go now, see ya later!" he shouted as he walked out of the room. He walked down the halls towards his room. He got to it and opened the door, then walked in. He went over to his bed and flopped onto it. He sat up and focused. He was trying to change fully into his animal form. Bead of sweat trickled down his neck. He grew six more arms, and then all of his arms turned into the spider arms. He sighed. He'd never be able to fully transform, if only he could morph more than his stupid arms... he sighed and flopped onto bed. The day had been tiring, so he fell asleep.

The Traveller's Return

Mystique grumbled a bit. "I'm sorry..." she mumbled out.