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An antagonist suddenly appeared!

So Gerald reluctantly went without him.

He decided to go on a quest to find out.

Gerald the squid felt much better.

And not at all like soap.

You know something I noticed when I read the updated terms of service... it says you aren't allowed to discuss material from unpublished works. Including Aether of Night. @Voidus, does this mean that roleplaying said material is off-limits, or is it an exception?

Gerald the squid tried a bouncing blue chicken bubble.

Non-self-respecting narrators, on the other hand...

Green ham bubbles, however, were out of the question.

Any reason for 1000?

Arachnia the Splendorous.

Butt was dismayed.

So they left 3-star reviews.

They went out for a consolation dinner at the Nuclear Cheese Sandwich shop.

On the steps of the palace, a black-furred cat ascended. Stair by stair he climbed, boosted almost immeasurably by the wind. A wind that, to those that knew how to listen, was complaining in a rather loud voice. “...every single time! Every single bleeding time! You could easily make it up the stairs on your own. For goodness sakes, they have a ramp! You don’t even have to…” Morpheus tuned the spirit out, an amused smile on his face. Knowing Chakra, if he had chosen the long way around on the ramps, the spirit would have complained about it being too slow and begged to help him speed it up. Then he’d forget about it halfway up and start complaining again. “You’re just doing this to torture me, aren’t you?” ranted Chakra. “You have that smug grin on your face. I don’t have to do this, you know! I can leave whenever I want. I don’t have to put up with your spud.” Morpheus continued to ignore Chakra’s ventings (including the potato reference- apparently Chakra’s species/type had a thing against the vegetable). It was adorable, really. He’d learned by now that that was by far the best way to deal with the spirit when he was going off like this. A lot like some people, in that respect. The duo reached the top of the stairs. Chakra continued ranting for a second before he realized that they’d finished. He let out a final huff and zoomed ahead of Morpheus past the guards and into the palace. Show-off, he thought with a sniff, following after the swift spirit. ––– Morpheus paused as he entered the ballroom, unable to resist admiring the impressive room. It was huge: large enough to fit the house he’d grown up in several times over. Decorations lining the walls demonstrated the wealth that had accumulated in the royal family over centuries of generations, and the newly-replaced stained-glass and steel rooftop showed their willingness to blend modern styles with ancient architecture. Not that he cared particularly about that sort of thing himself, but it paid to know the direction that popular opinion was swinging. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Chakra’s impatient voice. “Come on, Morpheus- we’re meeting with the queen, remember? She’s going to give you a medal or something, right?” Or something, thought Morpheus, bracing himself. He’d been dreading this ever since he’d realized just how important his most recent rescuee was. A good third of his brain was telling him to walk back out the door the way he’d come and get out of this city for good. But there was no way he was backing down. If there was one truth he held above all others, it was that you never ran away from Fate. It would always catch up to you in the end. He took a deep breath- the last he would take as a feline, for now. “Chakra,” he said in a quiet yet intense voice. “It’s time.” The wind playing around Morpheus slowed. With what seemed almost like a sigh of happiness, it brushed his tail with a jolt of unrestrained power. Power to move, power to change. Only a spark; but a spark was all he needed. He could take care of the rest himself. His limbs and body began to grow and stretch as he pushed himself to two legs. His fur pulled into his body, replaced with coverings of cotton and polyester. His paws elongated, turning into hands with prehensile thumbs and long fingers. A long staff grew in the right one, seemingly out of nowhere. He leaned on it as the transformation spell finished its reversal. “Now,” said Chakra impatiently. “Let’s go.” Morpheus exhaled and stepped into the room proper, walking at a steady pace towards the back of the room. Where the queen - and her daughter- were waiting for him.

It was a huge success.

But that was irrelevant, as Butt Venture was opening a grilled cheese sandwich shop.

Uncle Brandy watched from afar in horror.

Gerald the questing consultant floated over hopefully.

THE DAIRYPOCALYSE.

Michael started humming something tuneless as he continued to easily outpace the skaters.

They ran. And ran. And ran. Ice skates, said Xinoehp, then used Trewee to make a ramp of ice.

Michael nodded once in acknowledgement, then tapped his device. It spun once, flashing blue, then shot off. It left a drawn line behind it as it flew, a guiding thread that hovered unsupported in midair. Follow the thread, said Michael, setting off at a run.

He is in much less danger now, said Michael. The Witherlord is weak- very weak. Blightwind is a powerful attack, but it is limited. He will not be able to use it again.

They became baguettemunks.