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Drinking Games with Lamy
You're spending the evening drinking with Lamy
Lamy has a surprisingly high tolerance, so you've challenged her to a drinking game
You've got your own bottle, and you're positively chugging it while standing
Feel heavy and groggy and fall back in your chair, you land surprisingly softly
Lamy smiles, you feel around near your own butt and notice a lot more mass than usual
She holds your drink and guides it up, urging you to down more of the bottle
"Drink"
As it goes down, you feel lighter and lighter, a warm sensation spreads throughout your body
Your chest props out, you can feel your hair grow and tickle your ears as it rushes down your back
The bottle is empty, and you're drooling, quickly wiping your mouth
Your ears are tickling like crazy, so you give them a rubbing
They're both long and pointy, what the hell is going on?
You stand up, your wide hips making you sway, your intoxication is not making it any easier
Looking at the mirror, all you see is Lamy staring back at you
You catch your eyes right in the final stages of turning completely golden
You ruffle your long blue hair, sure enough, it's yours, your ears flick instinctively
You squeeze your chest, it feels nice. Lamy moves up behind you and hugs you from behind
"One of us, forever and ever~" When you ask her how long it lasts, she simply states it is permanent
For some reason, that makes you really happy, and the two of you pick out some clothes to go with your new self
Beware the coming frost
Beware the coming frost. The ice elves, hidden in their caves high atop the mountain, grow closer day by day. The first coming flakes of snow were in April were just...odd, considering the temperature days before and clear skies. When George went missing, it was concerning, but the oaf always loved to fall off the horse and vanish into the trees, didn't he? But when the snow continued, and then Michael, stern and serious, also disappeared deep into the woods...it was more than just portents at that point. The snow became heavier and heavier, the roads blockaded with deep drifts...then the laughing. That gentle, excited chorus of giggles and gasps that fell over the village. A hoard of locusts descending upon us.
The attacks have grown bolder, now - and whats worse, torches don't seem to frighten 'em no more. Their pallid skin, bright yellow eyes...so many of them. So, so many. They took Richard kicking and screaming for help into the woods. They came back the next day...one of them still had Richard's scarf wrapped around 'er neck.
Seemed to recognize his kids. Soothe them as they grabbed the youngest first, even as he screamed himself hoarse, tears freezing to his cheeks. I just sat there and watched. Won't have that privilege long, I reckon. So I tell you...beware the coming frost. What should just be queer weather is anything but. It's too late for us, here...but please. Keep your wits about you. You may be able to stop this before it becomes too late.
Resurrection
Lamy looked down at anon
He was taking rapid, shallow breaths as he stared back into her eyes, making a horrid gurgling sound as the air sucked into his broken windpipe
The animals had done a number on him, he was fatally wounded, his neck slashed open, it was only a matter of minutes before he bled out
If only she arrived a moment sooner she might have been able to prevent them from hurting him so badly, but it was done now, they had fled on seeing her and there was no point chasing them
Lamy knelt down and feeling pity in her heart took anons head and gently rested it in her lap
Stroking his forehead she gently said "There, there...It's ok, they ran off"
Anon could only gurgle in response, his face had turned pale white as the blood drained from his body
"I'm sorry anon...I can't heal you. Even Elven magic has it's limits"
Tears welled in anons eyes as he listened, the reality that he was about to die hit him with those words
"But...Maybe you can live on. You won't be the same, but you'll be alive at least. You can be like me. Would you like that?"
Anon did what he could to gently nod his head, straining to make his damaged muscles work
"Alright then. It's a deal." Lamy replied, smiling.
The Dreams of an Aurora
Well do I remember the night of the great Aurora, when over the swamp played the shocking coruscations of the daemon-light. After the beams came clouds, and then I slept.
And it was under a horned waning moon that I saw the city for the first time. Still and somnolent did it lie, on a strange plateau in a hollow betwixt strange peaks. Of ghastly marble were its walls and its towers, its columns, domes, and pavements. In the marble streets were marble pillars, the upper parts of which were carven into the images of smiling blue haired elves. The air was cool and stirred not. And overhead, scarce ten degrees from the zenith, glowed that watching Pole Star. Long did I gaze on the city, but the day came not. When the red Aldebaran, which blinked low in the sky but never set, had crawled a quarter of the way around the horizon, I saw light and motion in the houses and the streets. Forms strangely robed, but at once noble and familiar, walked abroad, and under the horned waning moon men talked wisdom in a tongue which I understood, though it was unlike any language I had ever known. And when the red Aldebaran had crawled more than half way around the horizon, there were again darkness and silence.
When I awaked, I was not as I had been. Upon my memory was graven the vision of the city, and within my soul had arisen another and vaguer recollection, of whose nature I was not then certain. Thereafter, on the cloudy nights when I could sleep, I saw the city often; sometimes under that horned waning moon, and sometimes under the hot yellow rays of a sun which did not set, but which wheeled low around the horizon. And on the clear nights the Pole Star leered as never before.