Pt 19: Flanders Peak

Friday June 3rd, 2016
9 am (6 3/4 hours of sleep)

The octopus of Flanders Peak sat atop it's tempest worn domain. It surveyed all those scrambling up the side of it's mountain; the so called heroes. Among those brave enough to fight the beast was a swarthy swashbuckler named Reise. Reise had rescued more damsels and slayed more monsters than he could recollect. He had even rescued a couple monsters and slayed a fair few maidens. "Whatever the situation called for" is what he always said.

Peter Poodle Lover and his brigade of battle poodles seemed to be in attendance along with Jeremy Strickler Tamer of The Augnoot Army. The augnoot is a small hairy creature of such guile and cunning that all the people's of the land dreaded what would happen if they were able to put aside their egos and band together. Well, quite a few augnoots thinking they could do just that got together to raze the country side. Unfortunately for the augnoots they found it incredibly difficult to follow another of their own species. So during a time of great in-fighting they decided they would follow the next being they came across. It just so happened that a young boy of the age of twelve happened along down the path presently resided by the augnoot army. After many campaigns under Jeremy's leadership, the augnoot army was not quite what they once were but Jeremy was confident that slaying this fabled beast would rally more to his army.

Also among the ranks of heroes was Merrida the Magnificent Subduer of the great cat uprising and Swillow the Meek who was more a chronicler of great deeds and was frequently seen in the presence of heroes. The lesser wizard Deigel Cantrip Wielder was also among their number. As was Tom Bombadil whose knowledge of how the natural world works allowed him to jump from universe to universe.

All these heroes and more scaled the side of Flanders Peak step by step all coming to try their mettle. That is except Tom who just wanted a spot of tea with the octopus.

The great cephalopod readied itself for conflict when suddenly and seemingly from nowhere at all, a hole tore open in the very air above the peak. What came from the hole was entirely unexpected by the onlookers. A woman in a long white coat accompanied by a chair came squelching into a mud hole. She lay unconscious and totally still with all eyes on her.

Pt 11: Time and Again

Thursday May 26th, 2016
10:06 am (7 hours of sleep)

Fighting hollowly on, our hero, after many eons of struggling forward, seemed to have been giving up.

"How much longer must I go? How many more must I slay? When will it be enough?" she pondered.

Like an answer to prayer, a great shaznarl beast lumbered from out of nowhere scooped up our hero and popping her in it's mouth chewed her up into many tiny pieces. Now normally being masticated instills fear in an individual but not our hero. She looks at it as the next great adventure. Letting her consciousness slip away, she found herself emerging into the arms of a strangely clad man wearing a robe, gloves, a little cloth hat, and a mask all the color green. After a short appraisal of the situation, she realized she seemed to be significantly smaller.

"How long was I out?" she attempted to say but nothing but gurgles erupted from her mouth.

She instinctively reached for her sword but to her dismay it was not there. Not only that, but she had what felt like a fleshy rope attached to her middle. After a shoot of pain the rope was severed and she was bundled in a blanket and passed from the strangely clad man to another giant of a man and a teary eyed woman.

To what levels of adventure she would be having, she was unsure. What she was sure about was the fact that this was all very frustrating.

Fred and Balinda had always wanted a baby girl and the way this one fidgeted and squirmed suggested she was going to be a hand full. They cleaned her up, thanked the doctors, and after a brief stay in the hospital, started home.

Traffic through mid-town was particularly dreadful this time of day. Which when coupled with the struggles of the baby made for an aggravating time. Finally upon returning home it hit the couple that life would continue just as it had but with one special difficult package added.

As time passed, our hero realized the boring monotony of living in this time and place. She realized she didn't belong here Give her monsters and fighting, royalty to rescue, or ancient deities to barter with. However, this place, this life had none of these things she had been familiar with.

As she grew, she fought. She fought with anyone and everyone. Labeled 'trouble child' by most, she found violence and vigilantism her greatest fantasies and her biggest outlets. In her previous existence she had been a hero, a warrior, a legend. In this reality she found herself in, she was just another angry nobody, just another angry teen. Then just another angry adult.

She was eventually put to death by lethal injection. Having succumbed to her fantasies of vigilantism, she had beaten a few muggers to death and caught, quite literally, red handed.

As the injectors emptied their contents into her veins, she felt herself slipping away, her consciousness drifting a bit only to be swallowed by nothingness.

And then, she awoke once more.