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I've been trying to puzzle out a way for Jorn to travel. Something about passing through a hellish world.
And not getting eaten...
Use your magic to grow demon wings and fly!
"'Bout time you guys showed up!" The God-King exclaims as he abruptly steps out from the surrounding wilderness to join his friends on the path, carrying several shopping bags of sundry knickknacks and wearing a novelty 'What happens in Wonderland stays in Wonderland' T-shirt. "You are not going to believe some the awesome things they have in the gift shops here!"
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"Much better."
Note to self:
In Slaves to DZA: Chapter II, remember to start all participants off with jetpacks.
I wonder what happened to the old man who I robbed...okay so all I stole was a map, but still. I don't want to have police shooting at me.
Zanzetkuken warps into the area, walking backwards, looking confused at the point he appeared from before turning around and saying, "When did Black Maple get a cross-planar warp interference module? I was just sent to their main base, before managing to planeswalk to Dominaria before coming here."
What do you do?
Oh, she ran
and run
and rin
and ren like a little hen
about the Jabberwock she cried,
DIE, DIE, DIE!
She hacked at it woth fire and glick,
she bumblesplurched around the Nitch
but as you see it is the case that she was tapped upon a vase
beyond the reaches of Clammaste in the Nether Gargle she fell
Pellmell, pellmell
Upon the widelark's nest she fell.
The Jabberwock, it found her fast
And bound her to a fizhy mast
and took her to it's band of crat
In The Land Of CRoM.
I hear it's quite difficult to get there - excepting myself, of course. Now, which way to go, you ask? Well, that'll be 38 points NorthDinkle, with a dash of pepper. Or, if you want to know by mundane means, thataway. He points off in a seemingly random direction, though on closer inspection a glimmering light flickers through the trees.
And the Red Queen, well ... hehehe ... I suppose you'll be encountering her soon enough. With that, he climbs atop a tree branch and swings around it by his front paws, whirling around before dispersing into a mist.
((What in the hell did I just write. I'll be asleep for the next several hours, so do whatever, I suppose.))
After a couple of minutes of uncomfortable silence, there is an unsettling shriek from somewhere in the distance, followed closely by a bestial roar and the sound of crashing. The sounds rapidly draw nearer, the unknown first thing screeching for it's life, and the second thing snarling, with great crunches following close behind. Soon the sounds reach the edge of the path and the boggart burst out of the foliage, screeching in horror. It scampers towards Jorn, and leaps toward him before being intercoeted by a blurred shape. It flits from one side of the path to the other, taking the boggart with it in a sudden silence. This is soon broken by the sound of crunching, which stops as the Cheshire Cat saunters out of the brush, licking it's lips.
My, but he was a delightful companion. I'd so like to meet him again, he meaws, looking at Jorn.
But I suppose I must answer whatever query you come to me with or I'll never hear the end of it.
What do you want?
I sigh.
"Seriously?"
I happen to be right behind the Cat, drinking my brew.
Really? All right, I think I can be the Cheshire Cat, but you'll have to start talking to me first
No, I just assumed that you had more to post-say.
...
Posting something in the next several hours.
