Legends of Avantris - Once Upon a Witchlight | Ep. 49 | The Last Unicorn

Episode Date: September 23, 2024

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Hello everyone, welcome to Legends of Aventress. I'm Grico Grimgrin, and you're listening to Once Upon a Witch Lord. Here's what happened last time. You make your way to the cave. There is no entrance. Oh no, did you transfer your curse onto us? Oh, no, do we get monkey pawn? You sure we've got to give up all this gold?

Oh, you suffer from incontinence for the next 24 hours. I'm going to bane licorice. What? Uh-oh. Class of cursed gold. These are very obviously cursed. magical coins. I declare bankruptcy!

Is that Crooked Rock, uh, that looks familiar to you? Talking about, are we going in Zyrgyz? And I don't know how we're going to get out of this. Can we call the king for help? King of Hearts, are you there? We're stuck in a forest and we keep seeing the same crooked rock and the same purple tree and the same purple thing. And Frost keeps shitting himself.

You're near the wayward pool. would pool, that's why you keep seeing the same thing over and over again. Be careful. The unicorn de mornah is trixie. You see that this human man is standing, looking out over what appears to be a lake and in the very center is one lone island. You are easily able to cross you eventually find yourselves on this little island. And it's in this moment that you notice that all the shadows have been cleansed from your bodies. Unicorns that helped us. He was the pool.

You channel the innate fire within you as you punch into this brazier. Fire erupts and wars out of it. The mists begin to part. And standing on the very edge of the lake is a single white horse. You hear in your mind, why have you come to this place?

I'm the only one left. My love was taken from me and is gone. What do you want with me? Cremie, you were staring out at to what most people would look like the most beautiful white mare you'd, they'd ever seen in their entire lives. But you recognize immediately this being, this creature, for what it truly is, a unicorn. You've seen them before in depictions and paintings and art. in stuffed toys and carnival games.

But to see a unicorn in the flesh is unlike anything you could have ever expected. A feeling of calm radiates over and through all of you. Almost as if the unicorn has an- What? What the fuck? What's going on here? Someone's so sensible.

One went up under my ribs, punctured my lungs. I don't know. Okay, okay, okay. Okay. I don't know which one of you said that. You're in trouble. I don't even see it.

I just said the corner of my eye. I would like to see you in my office after the stream. Oh, they're all calling out Lexi. Kilden, I'm Kildedman and I'm fired. The unicorn stands up, takes off a tune and their little hands and dumps gasoline all over his body. That's still one of those scarring moments of any cartooning.

Is that adventure time? Yeah. Yeah. God, that was fine. Okay. You're doing great. That was a very beautiful. I'm so sorry. Very beautiful description.

And I don't even know how to start it again. You know what? You're in front of a unicorn, and she's just said what she said to you. Go for it. No, oh no. It's okay. It's okay. We're not gonna hurt you. You all right? The last word she said to you is that she, her partner, she believes, has been killed,

and she is the last one left. The last one? Fellas, did you hear her speak? Yeah, everybody heard. Oh, Mr. Cranny, she's beautiful. Oh, I have like tears in my eyes. I'm just like, I'll reach in my filthy sack and give you a disgusting rag to like blot your eyes.

It's okay, everyone cries. I'm not my own hand, you know. It's okay, Kremi. Everyone gets pink eyes. You are not still wearing the horn on your head. I'm assuming you get that off. No, no, no, no. I have that inside.

Maybe she's riled up. Does she look like anxious? She doesn't move the way you would look, the way you would imagine a skittish beast to look. Her eyes did not do not, dart this way or that, you don't see her ears perking up. She stands as if she has not a care in the world. Roll an insight check.

Oh, 15. However, or more than that. It is in her eyes that you can see that she's nervous. And though she stands in front of you with all of the confidence that a unicorn can muster, there is a part of her that is a part of her that afraid. And it is in the way that the lights hit her eyes, these beautiful, deep lavender eyes that sparkle in the light, that you see that her eyes are moving, scanning the horizon

behind you, checking for anyone that could be that would dare to trespass on this meeting between all of you. And you imagine that at the slightest hint of danger, that you're that she would bolt into the tree line and that there would be no catching her. All right, Grico, I need you to play me some late 70s, early 80s, Americana folk rock, all right? Don't make me put that song on, I'll do it. That's what I was thinking, but eagle flies over the last crumbling

mountain. And I'm like slowly approaching. When the last lion brought. Torback is stunned at this. At the last dusty fountain. and I'm just gonna continue to sing as I like approach her. I'm surprised that you remember lyrics from that song. It's a fucking banger.

Come on, holy shit. And I'm, as I approach her if she would let me. Are you singing as you approach her? Yeah, I'm singing. Are you actually? Yeah, and I sing the rest of the lyrics too. I don't know the ball. That's all I got.

Internet at your fingertips and you don't know the lyrics. I will continue to sing the theme song to The Last Unicorn Byel. America. And when I'm close, just try to brush her mane and knowing that she'll bolt and that if she bolts and that she's gone, I just want to be, feel, seem friendly and gentle.

Roll an animal handling check. Since Grico's helping me, getting everything. Straight. I guess, oh, 18. Oh, wow. Nice. Good roll. You sing this.

song and though it is not the most beautiful song that anyone has ever sung. No, no, no, they know. Says you. There is heart to it. The love of unicorns that you were cursed with at the witch-like carnival didn't end upon leaving the carnival itself. Whether it was something that had been there all along or whether it still lingers is hard to tell, but you

You feel for this creature. Your love for this creature is real. And she can sense that. And her fear ebbs. As you reach your hand up to touch her, however, she backs up and shakes her mane, beautiful, perlescent white curls almost float in the air as she shakes her head.

and she looks towards you denying you any kind of physical contact with her. I'm the last, what brings you here? Well, my name is- What do you want of me? My name is Cremant-Lecru, and this is kind of all the crew and I'll gesture to them in the back there.

Hello. You are not playing Frost. Can you please, for the remainder of this session, Forget that Frost exists. Who's Frost? Beans on toast for breakfast, I'll be right back. Hello, I'm gonna go now. Hey there.

Look, we're just trying to make our way through the Faye Wild and, you know, I'm just a big personal fan of unicorns. You sure you're the last. I have seen no others. Oh, others, I would feel them, and I can't. Ever since my love was taken from me, I felt him for a long while.

He, we were connected, but it has gone dark. It's been too long, and it has gone dark. Well, I'm awfully sorry to hear that. The reason I think you might not be the last is, Just brace yourself, and I'm gonna reach into my jacket and pull out the horn. Does this? You don't even get a moment to say a word

as she rears back on her hind legs and lets out a noise that is unlike any sound you've ever heard before, and all of you feel as if you're experiencing heartbreak for the first time. The sound is one of the most sorrowful noises that you've ever heard. As she rears back and she shakes her mane, and then you watch as this beautiful creature,

this lithe and graceful creature crumbles to the ground. And you watch as you see a unicorn cry. Silvery, sparkling tears drip from her face and create a pool in the grass as she sobs. No, no, no, no, no, no, I'm so sorry. No, the reason I'm asking you, The reason why I'm showing you this is, I don't know how I know, but the unicorn who's on this is,

I believe he's still alive. She quiets as she looks up toward you. You watch as she attempts to regain her composure and get back to her feet, but her legs buckle beneath her as she once again crumbles to the ground. But she lifts her head. That horn belongs to my love. It was stolen from him.

It was stolen from him the day I lost him. How could you know if he's alive? You simply have what they took, what they stole to do all of it to Prismere. No, no, no, look, look. I know it sounds crazy, but I stole this back. I don't know if who I stole it from was the one that took it,

but when I touched it for the first time, I got visions of a unicorn with the horn removed, tracked on an island just like this, but there were storm clouds, and he was almost like in a cage. You saw Elidon, you saw him. What did he look like? Well, like me. I think it was.

Larger still. taller. Yeah, he was bigger than you are and a little stalkier, but anyway, you may not be the last, and I can't guarantee he's still alive, but I swear to you that I'm going to find him

and I'm going to reunite him with his horn. Roll a persuasion check at advantage. That's where I'm a Viking. I can't wait to roll nice. I don't see that. Twenty-two years. You watch as she slowly, shakily, rises back to a standing position. She shakes out her mane and her tail, and you feel as one of her tears lands on your lapel,

and it sparkles. You immediately, as it begins to evaporate, you smell the scent of summer rain. and the smell of fresh grass and flowers blooming for just a moment before it fades away into the wind. She looks towards you. She eyes all of you suspiciously at first, but then you watch as her face softens. You are welcome here.

But I would ask that you tell me everything you know. I will tell you what I know and help in any way that I can. if you promise that you will try to bring Elidon back to me. If what you say is true, I cannot leave this island, but I will do everything in my power to help you with the knowledge that I have and the guidance I can give and with the magics that I possess.

I would do anything to see him again. So you're stuck on this island too? on my own accord for if I am the last and everything about me has value and there are many in two looks behind you that seek me to this day

for that horn was stolen for a purpose what has befallen Prismere could not have happened had it not been for that horn and mine holds a similar power follow me into the tree line We will rest. Absolutely. Fellas?

Yeah, we're very tired. Even rolling around being haunted by ghosts for many hours or perhaps days. She leads you into the tree line and to what is a beautiful grove with a large overgrown bit of ruin. What the building had been in previous times, it is too dilapidating.

to tell it is overgrown with moss and vine and branch and thorn, but it is beautiful. Everything in this forest looks as if it is eternally spring here. It looks verdant and healthy. The smells are unlike anything you've ever smelled before, so sweet. And there is a sense of relaxation and calm that comes over you as you find your way

to this unicorn's home. And it is not a home as you would have expected to be, but just this open glade surrounded by the stone ruins and a soft patch of grass and flowers that clearly she sleeps upon night in and night out. But you are able to pull up stumps and find a few moderately sized toadstools that carry your weight and you're able to sit down

and she allows you to build a fire and to set up a makeshift camp in this spot. And you take an hour, maybe, almost in silence, all watching each other, getting used to movements and how to interact before you're finally settled and ready to talk to this creature. She makes no movements to start the conversation herself, but waits for you to feel ready to talk about your journey,

what's expected. whatever it is that you feel inclined to speak with her about. All right, fellas, don't say anything too, you know, scary, spooky, fucked up. She's clearly had a rough time of it, all right? Yeah, you know, it sucks that she's in some kind of self-imposed isolation.

I kind of thought she'd come on like a vengeance quest with us and you get a super cool unicorn steed. Oh yeah. Could you imagine? Oh my god. You're riding around shooting voodoo bolts and just stabbing people. Damn it would have been cool.

That's a good point. I mean, people are after Torback and want to rip Torbeck's guts out. If people want to take the unicorn's guts, maybe the unicorn can go crazy like Torbeck does. And wear a yellow jumpsuit, and we can all walk in slowboes and go, burr, pur, bur. You know what I mean? Yeah. That does sound really cool. Oh, man.

But look, she's not a beast of burden, all right? She's a, you know, she's a sentient creature. She's more powerful than probably all of us put together. But that being said, let's say I ride her in the battle and I show up at the hag's door and, you know, she wouldn't probably

have more use for the unicorn than just about anybody else in the Fay Wild. Does that mean the Torback is also not a beast of burden? I mean, I never said you were technically. That sounds technically correct, but Torbeck doesn't necessarily believe it. Look, look, he also never said that he wasn't. What I'm trying to say about, and I should really get a name,

I'm thinking maybe Mia, her name might be Mia. I think that's a pretty name for a unicorn. Her name is Lamorna. You were told this already. Oh, well, I just figured if I've met a unicorn, her name would be Mia. Anyway. He just named a sentient person.

Oh, I guess you're right. She's not a horse. He's not a horse. I've just been thinking about this all wrong. Mr. Gramey tried to change Torbeck's name like eight times. So, you know. Trying to change the name and just forgetting

that are two different times. Yeah. Oh, I guess. Although if it was one syllable, that would just be a lot easier to say. Like, why couldn't you just settle for Steve or something? You know what I mean? Jim?

Those are boring names. Torbeck likes Dormack! Yeah, everyone thinks my name is Greg. Oh. And Grinko. That's what I was gonna say. I feel like everywhere we go, at least when we have the carnival, people call you Grinko.

It's like your name's fucking spelled on the marquee. I don't know. I don't know. There's no N. There's no D in the Adventress. Gringo's kind of cool, though. I mean, that's what I'm saying. I think Rico's very nice.

Me might name me. She's the smallest person I know. No, no, no. Gringo is great. Torbeck is saying that Gringo is kind of cool. Ah, it sound like I'm going to have really overpriced copying services. Oh, I was just going to be pretty fast.

Damn it. It's going on over on little green, big red. Torbeck was going to make a ginkgo below budget. I don't know the mini-a-moor. Maybe that's why they keep fucking it up, because you're little green-n-co. They're combining little green and grico. Oh, my God.

Oh, no. I'm not having an identity cross, this, guys. Get it, why. We only have calmed down from that heartbreak. See, let's all group hug and snuggle. Frosty. Frosty, stop talking. What are we doing?

Frosty, stop talking. Running moment here. We're a group bugging. Oh, just, it's like I experienced my first heartbreak. Oh, yeah, you gotta be careful with that horn, man. Especially if what she's saying is true, and it's got some kind of crazy powers that did all of something to Prismere.

We start busting in the Hags huts, waving that around. They're gonna be more interested in that than they are dealing with us. I don't know why I pulled it out, but it just, I don't know. It felt like. She'd somehow believe me more easily if I showed her that I had it than if I just tried to convince her otherwise. But, you know, hopefully she has some faith in what I'm telling me, because I swear to y'all, I saw it. I saw another unicorn that just looked just like her and on an island not too dissimilar from this.

Was that like the same kind of vision where I saw that Seda? Yeah, kind of. It was like a weird magical trip. Sort of. Who is, like, naked? But here's the thing. I think the King of Harts was the one that cut it off. What?

Yeah, at least that's sort of what I put together. And the way that the blade sort of, and I'll pull out the horn, you know, if you kind of look here, it's sort of the same kind of knife that, you know, took old Miss Pott's wings off. Hots' wings off. Wait, a second.

Oh, I'm putting something together, but it's not. Are you telling me? Are you implying? Come on. That was the same type of knife? Yeah, we've talked about this. They shop at the same cutlery store.

There's a cereal harvester running around. I think he probably used this for some kind of magical spell or some and just didn't need it anymore. Maybe it was stolen from him, but I don't want to fucking ask. And we're sure it's the king? I mean, I felt like I was seeing him through his eyes. Oh, that's so unfortunate. Yeah. What would he be doing stealing unicorn horns and fairy wings? And what's it? What the hell?

I don't know. He's collecting bits and pieces. And did he do all this? I mean, I thought, I thought he's trying to undo all this. Well, we did discuss Maybe it was like a, you know, like a false memory on image and some other being out there, maybe that fucking ugly hag with the

metal team. Maybe she's trying to, you know, turn us against him. Would have the Jabba won't kill all of us? Yeah. Either way, I mean, I think she deserves to hear what we know. And I think we need to tell her what, you know,

I don't know if we tell a full plan, or if we let slip that it was the King of Hearts, maybe. She might even know who the guy is. Torbeck can't help but think that we're all just pawns on the chessboard of life. What? I was going to say, it doesn't make any sense. It just came to Torbeck all of a sudden. doesn't even know what half those words mean. I was gonna say that's a nonsensical metaphor.

Yeah. Yeah. Or was it metapore? All right, let's go. Okay, we are feeling less heartbreaky. I think so. Yeah. Oh, Tiffany.

Okay, let's go. You do this, I'll, we will approach. You're all in the same glade. It's very small. I've probably been listening to everything that you've been saying. No, she appreciates and understands privacy. It's very clear that she allowed you your moments to talk

and that she's choosing to trust you. And she waits until you make your way closer to her before her ears perk up and she looks towards you awaiting whatever information you have to bring her. All right, so what can I do to help you? You can find my love. You asked for information and pretty much what I know. Well, I asked for you to find my love.

I offered to provide information to help you. I can't, I cannot provide assistance physically, but I can provide knowledge. And there may be a few other things, depending on your heart and whether they are pure. Oh, well, I'm sure we'll pass that test. That's pre-Rex. Oh, that's it.

Oh, Tormac's heart is like his filthy sack. Foreback is dune. Look, how beer is beer, you know, like opaque? You misunderstand. I am not concerned what laws you've broken. What sins you have committed. Oh. All I care for is your trustworthiness

in this situation. What about, like, accidental murder, but like still so, such reckless disregard for life that you could really classify it as heinous misconduct and technically murder? Hang on, man, that was like five or six times, okay? That barely meets the pretext. I don't think if she's thinking about that.

Quit asking clarifying questions, all right? I'm looking out for you, Big Red. Yeah, so what he said? Evil is innate in this world. It is natural, just as good where you find one, you will find the other. Mistakes, it takes a long life, a unicorn's life, to understand truly the difference

between right and wrong. Morality is, morality belongs to each individual on its own. I will never choose. You will never be able to understand how I view the world, for you do not see through the eyes of a unicorn. Oh, damn. And I will never be able to understand why you choose to do the things you do, for I can never see the eyes

through the eyes of man. I am not here to judge, but from you, I ask one thing to bring my Elidon home. And if your heart is pure and you can make this promise to me and I believe that you are true in your words, I will help you on your way.

Because in doing so, I believe you can free Prismere from its curse. Your past transgressions aside, it is what you choose to do with your future that matters. Well, that's what I was getting at, is that's exactly what we aim to do. We wanna free, I don't know, help Zabillena,

return and be the queen of Prismia, whatever she is, whatever she is in the pecking order. But regardless, we wanna help her. We're helping out the King of Hearts. And as I say that, I just want to sort of see if she like changes. She doesn't seem to, she doesn't seem, not that there's no recognition necessarily, but that the mentioning of the name doesn't seem to affect her negatively in anyway. And we're trying to take care of these fucking hags.

Excuse the French. Please watch your language in Maglade. I'm sorry. Unless of course you got a hundred thousand gold piece. for us bringing back Elidon, then, you know, like, we're cool with that. You're silly, silly man. A unicorn does not butter in gold

or material possessions. Yeah. I have no use for gold. That's what I'm saying. What is something? I don't know. Oh, hey, Eliden cursed all the Prismere or something. You think they might have a hundred thousand gold line around?

What do you do, like, clobbing just pushing around with ooze or something? I don't think they're going to say. That's not how hooves are kidding. You get in the hell. That's disgusting. Oh my God. It's disturbing. I don't know, man.

I just thought she was like a crazy, powerful, magical creature. I am. Oh, she is. Yeah, well, my bad, everybody. Jeez. She's above such mortal desires. Please forgive us. I know you can't comprehend the mind of a man.

He's half man. None of us are that. We're cool. Torbeck is zero percent, man. Yeah, no, we're 100% goblin studs, you know what I mean. Yeah, yeah. She watches you not necessarily interested, but as if she's watching a creature out of space,

some sort of entity that she is wholly foreign to her. And she watches quietly. She seems neither amused nor disturbed by the things that you're doing. But all I'd say, he's cool. He's with us. He's also have Jeannie, which is pretty cool, too, you know. That is pretty cool. That is pretty cool, yeah.

I like it. Do the thing. All right. I ignited a point. He James Woods'. Yeah, James Woods. She once again watches you, but she does not startle. She does not seem impressed.

Oh, well. Ah. Yeah. Look at that. Yeah. Look at that. How about this? You are impressed by your primal nature.

Well, I mean, no, you're impressed by my primal nature. I'm impressed not at all. Dang. Well, you don't have to be impressed. It's cool, but it's not that cool. I totally get it. Well, it's quite hot, actually. Yeah.

Thank you. I think more like it. Don't overheat the uniform. Cool. Cool. Look, I'll make any Faye Pact you want. I will do what I can to help Elidon. I am not looking for a Faye Pact.

I'm a unicorn. I am not a creature of the Faye. I do not deal into mind games and trickery. How do you look into our hearts? What's that process like? I've been doing so since we first started speaking. Oh, no. She's like an angel.

Basically. Oh, this is not good. Well, hopefully you can sense that my intentions are true. I mean what I say, and I plan to do what I can. And so whatever you need to be able to help us, we'll take all the help we can get. It is a promise then that you will venture to wherever you believe Elidon is being held captive.

You will reunite him with his horn, and I will ask him. you one thing further, but you will do everything in your power to return him to my glade, where he would be safe. That's a good question. Do I know, thinking back to what I saw, do I have any sense of where it might be? You, there were things about it that led you to believe it was in yawn. I promise. I promise I will do everything you just said.

And based on what I saw, I think he might be in yon. We're going there anyway after we take care of. Come on, take care of them. We practiced this. After we take care of. Take care of what? Say the name. Say the name.

Say the name. What has? I can't believe this. It's like a favorite thing in the world. What are you not going to be? This is where you bring the passion, man. This is where you bring your eat. Bivlona?

No. Blitzstrote. Blitzhrum. Blitzström. Scabrify. There we go. Why would you be more specific? Oh my gods.

Look, we're gonna go deal with her. Scappified. There's something we need from her. It's part of our grand quest that we're on. This is just a little piece of it. But then yon is our next stop. And what do you know of what has happened to Prismere? You dally with the hags that have caused all of this.

Do you know the game they have played? Do you know the wrong that they have done? We know. Do you know the catalyst that started everything? We've put some clues together, but- What do you know? Well, made me like 25% of the story. We're getting in bits and pieces.

Who wants to summarize? Well, we know that they're like, to play with dolls, so that's about as far as we got in the games from. Like the one you have a strapped to your bat? Yeah, she's not really a dolls. No, she's not. Yeah, she's a bog. She's a bog beast. What is she? What's twigs?

A bogger. She's a boagher. She's a boagher. Well, no, she's a brownie. Sometimes she's a bog. She can transform or like if she gets too worked up, she's like, oh she also does James Wood. Yeah, she's always saying I'm gonna

Bargaret! Yeah. You're gonna look out for her. We also know that they got like reborn in a cauldron after committee. So you know of the cauldron then? What? Yeah, we've been the neckbats.

Hold on. Let's take a step back. I will run you through what we know. We know that Zabina is a powerful archfay. and the man that we are working for that sent us on this quest. He's a warlock, and his patron is Zabelner, and he lost contact with her, and she is trapped or asleep or dead.

Oh, and Kettlestein. What? Yeah. Don't forget Kettlestein. Yeah, and Twig. I mean, all of them are, you know. We don't know Twig's patron, do we? Well, she was in the picture, in the portrait. I just assumed.

You're right? Twig never told you. you who her patron was. Oh. Well, I was assuming that. Maybe jokes on me. You have mentioned that Zabilna was her patron around her, and she didn't say it wasn't. But she's never told you who her patron was.

So anyway, we know that something happened, and she was usurped by her three older sisters, as far as we know, the three hags. And she's the little sister. We know that there's a bigger hag with big metal teeth,

and that when Zabilna presumably was young. She was kept in a towel for some reason. We know that she was kept away from the prince for some reason. Yeah. Yeah. We know that there's a horrible Elden beast of a radiant scale that could very easily rip us limb from them. We saw it happen. We felt it happened. Yeah, that wasn't very fun. You have encountered the Chabawak. For a very brief period of time. the jaws that bought, the clothes that catch. It showed up and then it was over.

We did lump away. You must be careful. All right. The Jabberwock is relentless. If it has caught your scent, it will hunt you until you are gone. Oh, man. Do not cross it.

Whatever you do, make sure it does not see you, it does not smell you, it does not hear you. For once it does, it does it does, Your time is running short. Well, that's another thing. Speaking of time, we were set on a quest by the King of Hearts to resolve there's a building situation.

He's looking for a trinket or a curio, you could say, from each of the hags. Where does this King of Hearts rule? Underground? Do we know? Underground. You're not very sure. I mean, he turned into an owl.

You think he rules underground? It's like flying around as an owl. What would an owl have to do underground? Also kind of unclear. There have been several visions that we've all shared and had individually that don't really mean much to us. He talks to us on these things. She looks at the pot and there's no way.

recognition that crosses her face. Well, like the Summer Queen, my guess is he rules the Faye Wild proper. What domain I do not know for my life has been spent here in Prismere. So what you're saying is that you don't think he has anything to do with Prismere. He's from outside in the regular Faye Wilde.

There is only one ruler of Prismere, And that's just Zibylna. So look, we've gotten a lot of fucking allegorical, metaphorical, you know, Tommy-Wy visions and... Phantasmagorical. Fantasmagorical, exactly, right? We know there's something... Animal-headed people on fucking horses.

We know that the hags used to be really fucked up pieces of shit and did some heinous crap. I asked you to watch your language. I apologize. You're right. I was quite the simple lambie there, Mr. Cremay. Let's try to take her foot off the gas. I'm sorry.

Oh, it just comes out of me. Oh, they were once also of the race of man as well, I believe. I think that's true. We learned. And, yeah, they did a lot of murder in, and then I guess they were turned into soup. And the soup was consumed, right? Oh, yeah. And then they turned into soup.

to horrible hacks. So you know this cauldron then? I know of it in whispers. I know of it in tales. I know of it in the stories the butterflies bring to my grove. It's pretty cool. It is a cauldron of immeasurable age,

ancient and powerful, belonging to, well, The owner is unimportant. Her? Does the owner have metal teeth by chance? Then you know of her. We've seen visions. I think we stumbled into one of her hourglasses.

She was a giant! She looks confused, but- Yeah, me too. Shakes her head. The cauldron was not given willingly. It was stolen. At least that's what the stories tell. Those are the words the butterflies sing.

But we move too quickly. We must start the beginning. The domain of Prismere was once ruled by Zabilna. She ruled fairly from the castle of the Palace of Heart's desire. Oh. Okay. Okay. ...and was usurped by her cruel sisters, the three hags.

Which you know. of. Yep. Those of Billner was vain, glorious and deceitful at times. Her magic is what kept Prismere safe and isolated from the rest of the Faye Wild. Okay. Will you please stop it? Oh, so, what? You don't need to say that.

He thinks he's acting listening. He doesn't realize he's doing it. It's very distracting. Okay. For all people involved. Okay. You're doing it still. What? I'm doing what?

You keep doing it. saying okay. Just don't make sound out of him out. He doesn't even hear that he's doing it. We're so sorry. Where was I? I didn't even know a unicorn could get distracted and then you show up.

To build his magic was the only thing what kept it separated from the Fayewall. That's that act of listening. You're going on you. I'll look for the best. Look for me mom. Now, Sibylna's palace is a place of wonder. Anyone that was looking for, well, their heart's desire could travel there and beseech Sibylna to make their wildest dreams come true, and she would.

She would help them. Now, they were only able to access her palace by invitation. though with the hag's magic being what it is, I don't know if those rules still apply. Regardless, when they realized they wanted Prismere for their own, for what purpose I'm not quite sure, and the butterflies do not tell. They utilize the stolen cauldron of ancient magics

and the unicorn horn that you now hold in your hand to put the palace of Harts Desire in a time stop. Everything's in, everything but the Jabberwock, which cannot be controlled, is frozen in time. I do believe that undoing this magic will take quite a few powerful magical artifacts. One, you will have to fell the foul beast that guards the castle, the Jabberwock.

And there is only one thing that that can stop it. The blade key. What, no. Oh, I thought you had it. I had it right here, but yeah. The warble sword. But it has been lost to time.

That was close. Dang. And none that I'm aware still know of its location. It may not even be in Prismere any longer, and if it's not, then we are lost. But you have something in your possession. That horn. I didn't keep raising that stone key of...

A blades. I'm sorry? It's a blade key. It's a stone key of blades. It's, no, it's a stone key of absolutely no value. Well, I mean, this thing's killed a jabber walk once or twice in his day. You just got a galump right afterwards, and then it's totally fine. There's a...

Oh, are you a bard? Are you telling a story, weaving a tail? Hard. You said, no, you take one look at me. I got fluffy pantaloons and a ridiculous instrument I strum around with a crazy hat. Well, then why are you? Why are you telling lies?

He sees his beard parted. Can you believe this? You have a guy who'd try to like seduce every magical creature we meet in a fay while? Oh, wait. Do you barred? You don't have beers? No.

No, definitely. Don't make this very certain he's earth. and he's heard a story from a man with a beard and fluffy pantaloons and an instrument, and he was very much a bard. No, it's probably a lie. He maybe... Well, then it was definitely a bard.

What? Bards. Hang on, okay. They live on lies. Did he say like hey, ninn, nigh, and then he, and, like, throw flower petals and stuff? No way he had to be it, bullshit. He did!

Language. Yeah. Come on, man. I'm sorry, it's second nature. I apologize. Dorming is no fire. Dormang not a bar! I mean, they really do say,

hey, n-n-n-n-honey home anymore. Quite often. We are digressing. Oh, yeah. Oh, sorry. Yeah. I believe you will need the Vorpa Blade to fell the Jabberwock to make your way into the Palace of Hearts

desire if you're going to rescue Zabylna and free Prismere from the clutches of these three hags, the hourglass coven. Oh. But you will need two additional items to do so. Along with this. The horn in which you hold and the cauldron itself. Wow. Now the horn, the butterflies have told me has been altered.

Will you bring it to me? Of course. She motioned. her head towards the horn, and you watch as she angles her horn down towards it, and as the light pierces into the tip of the horn, it shoots beams of light through Elidon's horn, and you see created on the grass beneath you a map of Olive Prismere. Whoa! That's pretty cool.

It is as I thought, for you see, the hags' memories are not so great. One of the three, forgets most things at the beginning of a new day. None of them would trust the other with keeping the cauldron for their own, so it only stands to reason they would hide it. But, with her memories being faulty and not trusting any of the others to keep the secret safe, they would etch it on the horn, a map. You will need to use that to find it. How it works, I cannot tell you,

for I do not understand hag magic. But we at least know its purpose and what it can do to get you to where you need to go. Is the map still on the floor, on the ground? The moment she moves her head away and the light from her horn stopped shining through it disappears. I like Trouta.

Is there a button on the air? No, we got an Indiana Jones that bitch. Oh wait, hold on. I run off to the shore and I like hold it up across the lake. Oh look, see it lines up perfectly with the Bruins of the Death Star. Somehow they knew that I would be standing at this exact point and that the horn would have this exact shape. Isn't that fucking crazy?

That's untrue. I was gonna say, no, all mcuffins are far more likely. Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's right. That's Andrew. No, I don't do any of that. So we'll figure out how to use this then, and this will tell us how to get to the cauldron? That is the hope.

Though nothing when dealing with these hags is going to be foolproof. And you are five fools standing in front of me now. Yeah, stands the reason. Well, you know what they say about fools. They are wiser than you expect. I've never heard that before. And they can make a living through their flatulence alone.

How? She looks at you very quizzically and then continues to look towards you, Kremie. How the cauldron is used. That is another matter altogether. Hags can work it because they are hags by their very nature. Yep. But you will need to find someone to help you.

Somewhere in Prismere is a warlock. The warlock whose patron is Baba Jagar. It is through her that you will be able to learn more about the cauldron, but you will have to gain her favor. Do you happen to know where she is? I do not. All right. Have I ever heard of Baba Yaga before?

Roll a history check. Out on. I love how all those are like, I mean, I mean, me, maybe he's up in. I mean, who? Torbeck is gonna be very honest. Torbeck gasped because everyone else gasped. Torbac has no clue what's happening.

You know, Baba Yaga is a great song by the why. I get it. Yeah, this one was pretty good. I got the 20. You have heard of Babi Yaga. In Agway, you know that there were people who would turn away from the Loa, but would look towards Baba Yaga

and had out into the swamp for different reasons. Wait, are you talking about Wait, I've heard that name before. A faint stories in the Whippoor Wallow Swamp about folks who call upon her or say she lurks amongst the trees. She's fucking real? Of course, she's real. I apologize for my language.

Please, let's your language. I'm here, my feet can see. I'm sorry. And so what you're saying is that this warlock that worships Baba Yagai, she'll be able to tell us how to use this, no, how to use the cauldron. So we gotta find out how to get the map from the horn.

Then we'll use the map to get the cauldron. Okay, okay, never mind. Nothing at all. I mean silence. We'll get the cauldron, then we find the warlock, and then the warlock will tell us how to use the cauldron, and then we somehow find the vocal sword, and then we kill the Jabberwark with the vocal sword.

Wait, wait, wait, where does all this go on our current list of things to do? This is go to the top, everything else. I go straight to the bottom. We made so many promises to so many people. Torben can't remember them all. He's getting the nervous sweats. Who cares about that horse lady?

I really don't. I mean, you guys. No, not really. Who? Torback doesn't even know. And you wouldn't even know that? What she's right in front of us? Oh, what's a unicorn?

No, no. No, not you. There was a horse lady, remember at the carnival? She was like, oh, she was a centaur. No, Torbay must have just missed it. Oh, yeah. And then there was like Curly's cousin. No, Burley's cousin, Curly.

Curly. Hurley. Well, those guys kidnapped Torback, you know. And Torback and Sean had gone out for the carnival on time and gotten a proper job. None of this would have ever happened. Oh yeah, she's the one that we met right after Gideon started getting haunted by Chuckles.

Oh, yeah, that's right. Oh, was that right after? That was right after. What if that was like Chuckles in disguise? Oh, God. I guess he's dead. I hate that clown. He's dead.

Anyways. I think we got the plan, unless there's more you can tell us. Hmm? That's a lot. There's only one other thing that may be helpful. On the second floor of the Palace of Heart's Desire is a room, a room that Zabalna treasured above all others. It's where she kept her tomes of the most ancient knowledge.

If, by the time you make it to the palace, there is anything that you're unsure of. It is in this room you will find the answers. Why? Anything? Zabinna was kind, but she was also secretive. This room was her most precious place. If there is something Zabalna knew,

it would be documented in this room. But to get in, we have to kill the Jabba'all. It is true. There is no way to access the gates of the palace, without slaying the beast. All right, we'll figure that out. I think we'll leave that up to the King of Hearts, hopefully. You need to travel to yawn.

Okay. There is someone who can help you. An oil can named Squirt. Someone of you. Idiot's time. What? What do you find so comical? I'm laughing at Greencoat.

Get in! What, man? Listen! Little Green! Come on, man! There's no Eddie! Grico! There's no tea in advances and there's no Ed Grico! Guys keep it together!

It's just, it's squirt, man, and it got me. I thought you were like, oh, I'm a mechanic. That's a little bit of mechanics here, man. Oh, okay. Oh, so lowbrow, giddy, and I'll be supported in your. Oh, I'm sorry. There is an oil can named Squirt. All right.

You can find him at Little Oak. With a getaway gang. gang. It's got a whole gang? Well. Yes. All right. The band of misfit children that Will of the Faywild has rescued from Granny Nightshade. Oh, the fellow on the water posters? Yes. All right. Little Oak is a triant. Oh. They have found their home in the boughs of his tree. It is there that the getaway gang plans to rescue the of the children from Granny Nightshade's workshops. And it is also there that Squirt has found a home.

Now I do know, as my butterflies have told, that Squirt is out of commission when it comes to traveling. He is one of very few that can travel between the different realms with the different areas of Prismere, but he can only do so when his oil can is filled with boggle oil. and his stores have been depleted. And as everyone in thither knows, the only place to find boggles and their oil

is Loom Lurch with Granny Nightshade. And that's yon. Scamify. No. We saw Loon Lurch. That is here in the third tree. He saw Lourg. It told us about loom lurch.

Loon Lurch. Loom Lurch is the downed oak tree rotting in the middle of the forest that Granny Nightshade calls her home. All right. Now, my suggestion is that you take one of my butterflies and let them guide you to Little Oak. You befriend Will of the Fay Wild in the Getaway gang.

And in doing so, get their permission to take squirt along with you. You'll have to help him refill his oil reservoir, but once doing so, you will be able to freely move into Yon. Whatever the tasks you need to do in thither before then. I would suggest you do them. Four after we follow your butterfly. Your next stop should be Little Oak in the getaway game.

Okay, that's what I was. Just confirm. I was gonna, if you hadn't mentioned Willa Faye Wild, I was waiting for the right opportunity to inquire. Because I believe he was next on our list to find out to see if he's running some sort of Underground rebellion. I would be careful with Will of the Faywild.

Oh. He is not quite what he seems. Do you know why he's wanted, why the reward is so, at least, at face value, generous? Granny Nightshade hates children, despises them. Oh. Yeah, we know. She steals children from the mortal realms and brings them here in their night

and in their waking nightmares, and she puts them to work in her workshop making horrific toys. So she just wants them because he's a kid. He steals the children from her and adds them to the getaway gang. He's liberating kids, man, from her weird child toy prison.

So we shouldn't turn a man for like eternal life or whatever it was? That is your choice to make. Well, no, no, I mean, I didn't realize he had such a noble cause. The post to me, they don't have to look like a jacket. Oh, fuck up! Come in!

Can you please watch your language. Come in. He really can't. He's trying. He's trying very hard. It would be so much worse if he wasn't trying. Oh. Do you guys think Will's full name is William Walk?

What? William Walk. Of. Like to Bill Walk? Yeah, but William. We can go by Bill, or I mean, I'm stopping them. Maybe.

I mean, Torbich is thinking out loud. Why would the last name be that, I guess, is my question? It's another thing you can find in a kitchen that doesn't, is in a pan. What? What? I think I'm missing something to him. I like your Peter Pan reference.

Torbago's just a good. I mean, I'm frankly. You were your trying really hard. I appreciate him. Wait, what? It's okay. I prefer if he was called Bill Dutch Oven. Torbuck was also gonna go with William Waffle

Iron, but a walk is actually a pan. You know, it's one syllable, it kind of words. There used to be a guy who had come into Uncle Globo's shop, who apparently moonlit, his name was a real Dutch oven. They never caught him. They never got him. Willie Whisk, Bill Skillet. They never, never got him from release four hours.

I heard. Well, I'm glad the DM got your reference. I was like, someone's gonna get it eventually. Oh, it's okay. It's just door back things. What have I missed? Stop it. Stop it.

You're done. You're done. You do it. You do it. You do it one more time and your name will be canonically Grinko. No! You're fakers. Your name will firmly.

We changed to great. We got it far and squirt, and he just walks around. What did I say? You do it one more time? No, no, no, no, no, I'd do it. I do his voice. Okay, that's it. Oh, God.

All right, okay, well then the next stop, we'll follow the butterfly to Will Walk, and take it from there. It's William. William Walk. But remember, we have to be careful because he's not what he sees. Well, that can be propaganda.

Do we think it's not? Who told us that? Thank you. He was just saying that. Sorry, Dormack was still really worried about his horrible flop to. He was so

sure that Mr. Crummy would know what he was talking. He went out pretty sharp about this. I feel like it frost were here. Dormac Masses. Frost would have gone, yeah. He's had the shits for at least the day of two.

Yeah, I'll feel like Frosty would probably right now. Please watch your language. I'm sorry. Frosty, I feel like would have said, hey, that's pretty funny. Yeah. But unfortunately, my name is Grico, not Grinco.

So he will not say that too. That's okay. Frosci, you're doing okay? You need some piety a lot. What part of stop talking to Frost, your name's gonna be Grinco, don't you understand? Oh, oh, oh, that's a reference. No more referencing Frost.

Who? Who? Our party's always been four. I don't even remember. Oh, it's guys, nice. Boss is standing there with you. He doesn't have the shits. He's just deep in thought.

And we'll be for the next three hours. Okay. So can we leave immediately? If that is your wish, you can. Oh, do you don't? Go ahead. You don't deal in gold, and I know you're not a fay wild creature. or a fake creature, but we must offer you

any trinket of your choice. I have no need of material possessions, but you do. And I see that your hearts are true and that you really will try to reunite that horn with Elidon. And so I give you these two things. Do you have a vial on you?

I got schmeseen jar too. Do you have a vial on you? A, Frost. You take a vial from Fras. I know he's got vials. I take a vial from Fals. Show me, Eleanor's horn. Please.

Immediately you watch as two large tears begin to roll down her cheek. Take them. Oh, oh. Collect the tears. You watch as one, two, three teardrops. drop into the vial before you're able to cork it. What is some... No, we can't, no.

I can't sit across from him anymore. I forked the vial. What's going on? Something happened to work earlier. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh, is this at work. This has magical properties? They're unicorn tears.

So yes. And lastly, you may pluck one single hair from my mane. Oh. Only one. Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to, like, hurt you. Would you like me to change my mind? No, no, no, no.

I mean, I'm just, it just seems a little violent, but I'm happy to, if you don't mind. I'll just take a little short one. Here you go. None of the hairs are short. And you take a long, beautiful, pearlescent strand of white hair. And you can feel the magic thrumming

through this strand of hair. And. Cross, can I get another please, thank you. I'll put it in the second file. And with that, let the next leg of your journey begin. And if I do see you again, it will be with my thanks. And both you and Elidon will be thanking us. I realize now that sounds very bad.

Why are you threatening her, man? You will be in a beautiful time with you. your husband, husband, and everyone will be happy. We swear it on our lives, especially to be topics. Or will die to the jabber walk either way. She bows to you. It is a strange sight to see such an elegant and beautiful creature bow to you in this way.

But she does, though her eyes never, never leave. She still keeps her head tilted up to watch you. She slowly backs towards the ruins and then lowers herself onto the soft floral bed where you know that she has made her home. With a soft whistle, which doesn't sound like it could come from the mouth of a unicorn, you immediately see a veritable swarm of butterflies fly up out of the tree line

and they all swirl around and dance. You hear the sounds of singing, singing voices in common. All of it meshing together, creating a cacophony until eventually one singular butterfly alofts down and flies directly in front of your face, crummy. Beautiful colors of purples and blue.

His head is fluffy, his antenna bouncing. He is wearing floges. fluffy pants and he has a great beard. You see a tiny liar strapped to his back. No fucking way. That's a warrior if I've ever seen one. That's a warrior butterfly. Or get there!

He looks towards you and while still floating in the air, he lets out a, or he folds into a gentle bow and he says, let us away, Gentlemen, we are heading to Little Oak to meet the one and only Will of the Faywild. Oh my God. And yes, he's a barterfly. Yes!

That's so great with a great, bushy beard. Dats, he has a great big fishy. I just wanted to say that as you were describing the butterflies, magically flying out of the woods and the trees, I thought to myself that we were a bunch of mid-30s men going on the most magical adventure I've ever worked in my dad of life.

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Hey nini-no-nini. Hey ninn-no-nini. Oh, man. Little of fay wild, okay, let's go. Fine. You wanna jump back into it like that, we will. He looks towards you and he pulls out his liar. He looks, he looks out at you and he looks out at you and, He bows towards you and he pulls out his liar.

They told me you had been to her and mentioned me to him. She gave me a good character, but said I could not swim. And then he laughs and flutters away a little bit in front of you and then waves his hand as if to follow. Oh, this is gonna be so fun! Oh, it really is a bard. Oh, I thought it was just a handsome warrior.

I was wondering why I was rhyming so much. With a beard like that, there's no way he's a bar. Oh, no, he's a bar. He said, hey, nini, oh, nini. I mean, I'm playing all the tunes. I'm a musician and I'm a druid. As you say, hey, niny, ho, nini, he quickly darts back and lands upon your head.

He begins to do a jig as he says. He sent them word I had not gone. We know it to be true. If she should push the matter on, what would become of you? Quit speaking of riddles. Should we just follow you? What the hell? What this guy?

We should follow you to the lovely triant, right? I gave her one. They gave him two. You gave us three or more. They all returned from him to you, though they were mine before. And then he lights up into the air and begins to fly. All right, Mia.

It's been a pleasure. I'll save Jeff, I promise. Eleanor. You really going to insult her like that before you leave? I'm just a reference in the last year. She's a person. She's a person. Mia, Farrow, and Jeff.

Yeah, I know. You're talking about the voice actors. I'm just kidding. No, I know your name. Lemona, thank you so much for the help. We were wayward souls, and now we have purpose and vision and direction. And we didn't have to make a deal of any bad people.

This is an absolute win. It really is. It's really good. We gotta find a way to use the map before we restore the horn to Elodore. He's in the next zone over. I guess we got time. You're right. Order of operations.

Farewell, if we need to reach you, do you have some sort of magical... She has already stopped talking to you. She's been laying in her bed, and it is as if you no longer exist. She looks so comfy. Well, goodbye, farewell, lead away, noble butterfly.

Bardofly. Love what you do with the place. And he flies, and as he does, he recites poems and songs and any time you attempt to speak to him, it is a different poem or a different song or a different dance or a different tune that he plays for you. None of the things that he ever says make much sense at all,

though sometimes what he says sounds like it could be in response. But for the most part, it is all whimsy and it is all madness. But he continues to lead you about until eventually, you find yourselves at a crossroad. You've been traveling, I would say, an hour, maybe two at this point, traveling along. What are some rough-hewn roads through this ancient forest? And you have taken many turns, and you've come to many forks,

and the butterfly has always led you on. In his sing-song voice with his happy little jig, he has led you forward. Until you find yourself at this crossroads, and it is here that the butterfly spins off into the air, and he strums gently on his lyre as he looks towards the path, he looks towards the paths in front of you, one forward, and then one to the right

and one to the left. And he looks between all of you as of waiting for you to make a choice. What should we do? Yeah, is there like a poem for this? You asking him to do a poem? Yeah. Which path you take, oh noble border fly?

McCavity is a ginger cat. He's very tall and thin. You would know him if you saw him for his eyes are sunken in. His brow is deeply lined with thought. His head is highly domed. His coat is dusty from neglect. His whiskered is are uncombed.

He sways his head from side to side with movements like a snake, and when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake. Oh, the answer's laughed. Well, oh? Well done, Tobeck, let's go. Let's, well done, Tollberg.

Hey, I didn't understand any of that. Oh, Torbeck just knows sometimes. Yeah, I'm just talking about cats. Play some Jolency traveling music, will you? You make to turn towards the left? Yeah. As you do, often the silence of the night when the lonely moon rides high,

when wintry winds are whistling, and we hear the owl shrill cry. In the quiet, dusty chamber by the flickering firelight, rising up between two sleepers comes a spirit all in white. Oh, wait, hold on. What's the way? Doesn't matter, guys, that's what I'm an is at all. Oh, boo-doo.

Booty. Poodoooo. Yeah, I mean, what he said? Wait, he's afraid of no ghosts. Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on. So I feel like left now is spooky ghosts. What do you gather for that, Torbuck? What?

You say McCavity is left? Yeah, it's obvious. You guys didn't hear it? Well, I just assumed that you figured out whatever fucking riddle he was speaking. Wait, that was a riddle? Oh, I don't know. I don't know.

I mean, you, Tollberg. I don't mean, it said. It doesn't know what he was saying either. Torbac just knows what he was saying. I'm supposed to go laughed. All right. Um, Mr. McAvety, whatever your name is. McCavity's the cat.

Oh, is there a spooky ghost this way? He looks to you and you see a look of horror on his face for a second. My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun. Coral is far more red than her lips red. If snow be white, why then her breasts are done. If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses de-masked, red and white,

but no such roses see eye and her cheeks. Oh, now Dormack thinks we're supposed to go right. Yeah, that sounds like the undead. It's not being honest. D'Orbeng is very sure we're supposed to go right. All right, we'll go right then. This way, good butterfly. As you make your way towards the right, he begins to read.

Oh, no. Or he begins to say. The broad-backed hippopotamus rests on his belly in the mud. Although he seems so firm to us, he's merely flesh and blood. Flesh and blood is weak and frail, susceptible to nervous shock. While the true, and then he stops speaking. The true what? You feeling all right?

While the true. Well, it sounds like this way, it's just a hippopotamist. I think a hippo was a spooky ghost. Wait, wait, wait, do you guys have any idea how dangerous hippopotamuses are. They're homeless. We gotta go with the ghosts. You can also move forward.

A full grown hippopotamus will tear a man to shreds instantly. No way. No. Yes, Wayne. I could take a full grown hippopotamus. Oh no, no. You could definitely take a full grown hippobotum.

Yes, I could, man. Well, now I want to go this way just for principle. Why are you talking? There's only one kind of bad hippopotamus, and it's a purplish-picus hippopotamus from the second level of the Lion King game for the S&ES. Fuck that hippo. All of the hippos are cool, Torbett.

We're going right. Oh, well, Torbeck is being outvoted. Just don't say Torbeck didn't tell you so. I mean, like he said, hippos are just flesh and blood. So if it causes problems, we just... Kill it. Torbeck's gonna think that everyone's gonna wish we went with the ghost. Fine. Do you want to hear what the middle road home is?

We should hear the middle road poem. And then we go right. Fine. That middle might be the cat, though. No, left was the, oh. No, left was the spooky ghost. Left was spooky ghost. Rod is very charming here by Putnamus.

We'll hear him out. What was it? Was the middle of the cat? Mm-hmm. The cat? No. Speaking about it. The cat was crooked, cooom and eyes.

Cat was your crossroads. The cat was the clue to go laughed, and we thought about it, and then we're like, oh no, it definitely means right. Then we heard about the unbelievably dangerous hippopotamus, so now we're trying the middle. Okay, so we have, and then we have

pop-p-poo-poo-poo-poo-poo-poo-poo-poo-poo-poo-poo. All the wild. the butterfly dances to the tunes of your song, but you are making a motion to move towards the middle? Yeah, just to check. And as you do, he begins to say, the sun was shining on the sea, shining with all his might. He did his very best to make the billows smooth and bright.

And this was awed because it was the middle of the night. The moon was shining sulkily because she thought the sun had got no business to be there after the day was done. It's very rude of him, he said, to come and spoil the fun. I mean, that seems pretty. innocuous. This bath is like sunny. Dormack doesn't know what that means, but Doreback agrees. Oh, I think it's about a ship at sea, billowing the sails at night, sailing in the night time. I mean, what's the worst that can happen?

Oh, like two ships passing it a knot. Yeah, I guess. I mean, what's the theme song of this one? It's plasm. I kind of like this one. There's gonna be a bunch of angels who are actually aliens Oh, Torback Goetzman, all. Do you say angels and aliens? You think that aliens are easier to deal with

than one hippopotamus? Oh, absolutely. Oh, we got spooky ghosts, we got angel aliens, and we got some hungry, hungry hippo. Well, no, I saw that movie. That movie fucking sucked. Angels, angels and aliens? Angels versus aliens?

What is that? With Harrison Ford. Who? Directed by John Barrow. What are you talking about? Oh, it's terrible. Often we go right. I like the charming.

It sounds like a very fun, like, a bo-bo-bo-poo-poo-poo-poo-poo situation, like a fun watering hole. Oh, like a lot of us. Yeah, yeah. Like the second level of the S&ES Lion King game, fucking shit. Well, again.

The butterfly begins to speak again. Uh-oh. The sea was. as wet as wet could be, the sands were dry as dry. You could not see a cloud because no cloud was in the sky. No birds were flying overhead. There were no birds to fly. The walrus and the carpenter were walking close at hand.

They wept like anything to see such quantities of sand. If this were only cleared away, they said it would be grahamed. That sounds pretty cool. Walrus is a kind of fun. Yeah, I love walruses. They're one of my favorite ammines. And they're not nearly as dangerous as hip-a-bub. A lot of messes.

But if there's a whole bunch of sand this way, you know how hard that is on gears? It's terrible for gears, I'll tell you, if you don't know. It gets in everything. He's got a good point. I mean, we should probably avoid the sand if we can help it. Okay. Listen, if you want to go the sand route, I'm just saying. I'm not moving any sand.

And I'm not sitting down either. Do you hate sand? You just, I don't hate it. You just, you know, there are better places to be. Is it coarse and harsh and gets out? everywhere. Yes. Ah, okay. It's coarse and harsh. It gets everywhere, it gets in everywhere, and you're just never comfortable. How do you feel about younglings, Gideon, all standing between Gideon and Gideon, see?

Oh, well, okay, I like... I like you. I vote either walrus or hippo. Path. Nothing with spooky ghosts or zombies or some strange cat named McCamity. Not out of 10 dentists would say we should not go on that path. That's pretty good. That's very good. That's very good. That's pretty good. Funny enough, all of a sudden you all look at Grinko

and you realize that his name is permanently changed. A name tag erupts on his chest. None of you remember him ever being called anything but Grinkgo Grimgrimgrin. Oh, I love living in the world of Adventress. Anyway, if we want to go where hippopotamus is, then so be a blast warning. Okay, let's take a vote. A full-grown hippopotamus makes the Eldon Beans of Virginia sales look like a cakewalk.

I mean, I've never heard that, but have you ever seen a hippopotamus toilet back? Yes. Why would you think Torbanks hasn't seen a hippopotamus? The butterfly begins to speak. If seven maids with seven mops, swept it for half a year, do you suppose, the walrus said, that they could get it clear? I doubt it, said the carpenter, and shed a bitter tear.

O oysters come and walk with us, the walrus did beseech, a pleasant walk, a pleasant talk, along the briny beach. We cannot do with more than four to give a hand to each. And that's for the forward path, still? I mean, you're still standing there, so. Let's go back to the hippopath. Maybe he'll finish his rhyme. Huh?

Huh? No, no, no, no. Okay, let's think of out. We are guessing, left is spooky ghosts and zombies and ghouls. And gists. And shades. Geists.

Are you raising your hand for that fucking path? Put your fucking hand down. We're not going down. Forward is the sea. There is sand. Two votes. He also votes in the middle. You guys have one vote.

How democracy works. So you're standing over by the right path right now. Yeah. The hip hopper part on this. Forward is the beach, a walrus, oysters, brine. Lots of sand. Some cocktail sauce maybe.

Hold on. Some pinia colladas, a little bit of a toll tree. There's refreshments. I mean, I could be coming around. If Tormex vote, for initial vote, doesn't get enough votes to even have a chance of winning, Torbex vote should be transferred to his second favorite bank, which is the beach.

He begins to speak. Right? He's outwardly respectable. They say he cheats at cards, and his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland. yards. And when the larders looted or the jewel case is rifled, or when the milk is missing, or another peak's been stifled, or the greenhouse glass is broken and the trellis past repair, there's the wonder of the thing, macavity's not there. Oh, this is the fucking, the hippo

is the same thing as the cat? Oh. Well, that's a lot less interesting. That's a lot less interesting, especially if Scott is going to be there. Yeah. Scott lands yard. I thought Scotland was a district of Galtica. No, it's like a discount warehouse owned by some guy named Scull. Oh, makes sense. Yeah, it's like yard furniture, that's why it's Scotland Yard.

All right, I vote for angels and aliens. Yeah, me too. Well, it sounds pretty cool. Is that the beach? Yeah. Okay, Dormac also votes for the beach. So are you going right? Forestry.

Forestry. Forest town. I thought that day was angels, but to my surprise, I'm aboard their starship, we're headed for that skies. I like this continues. The butterfly begins to speak. The walrus and the carpenter walked on a mile or so, and then they rested on a rock, conveniently low,

and all the little loyster stood and waited in a row. The time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things, of shoes and ships and ceiling of cabbages and kings, and why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings. And as he says the final words, he flies up into the sky and disappears.

And you are left alone on the forward path, and as you look behind you, you see the crossroads are gone, as if they had never been there before. It is just a singular path that stretches on for miles behind you. Oh God, do we fuck up? Oh, well, maybe. Either way, Torvegg's Glenn, that story,

ended because he didn't like where it was going. Oh, do you think that it had... Why you look at me like that? Do you think it was... He's blaming Grinkgo. I didn't murder a family of oysters. That was the fucking ball of Compton. You think that that story was going to end in the gaslighting and subsequent massacre of children?

It's certain. That's ridiculous. It sounded like it was going that way. I don't know why you would presume that, Dormick. Dormick was having a pretty... Dormick was having a pretty... good day until we heard that story. I mean, it's like, oh, hello oysters,

let's go there. I just want to walk along the briny beats. What's wrong with that? It's a very friendly, neighborly thing to ask, Torbert. Just getting a bad feeling. I think you just might be a sour push today, Torbe. I feel like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed today, as if you were chased by ghost and had to watch

and smell frost shitting himself for hours. Yeah, those things did happen. And listen to. Torbeck didn't want any of that to happen, and all of those things happened. Oh, those ghosts were spooky. You still wanted to go down the left path. You fucking idiot. We just got rude-nose.

You've never seen a hippopotam as Mr. Cremie? Yeah, I have. No, you haven't. In a zoo? You don't know. You don't know. They look awfully charming and friendly. All right?

Except that one from the fucking S&E. It's like, fuck that hippo. Fuck that hip-po. What that bit more. Those shitty monkeys. God damn. Ostrich. Fuck.

Okay. Now what do we do? Well, we have no path but forward. Hopefully, there's some nice beach. There's some nice tropical beverages. And, you know, nice oysters and bread with butter. Mm. No children massacre.

Hopefully. None of that. None of that. None of that. Let's establish that right now. Yeah. We are not hoping for any of that. We're gonna manifest anything but that. Okay, Hootzi, let's go. We're safe.

And you continue on your walk. It doesn't feel like time passes at all. You walk and walk for hours. And yet, the sun still seems to be held in the same place overhead that it was when you started. It was when you entered the glade with unicorn. as if time is in a standstill. But you continue to walk, ever watching the forest around you,

remembering what it had been like to walk through the forest before you had gotten to Lamorna's island and how you had been perpetually walking through the same bit of forest over and over and over again. And now that that idea has crossed your mind that that's a thing that can happen here. You look for it and you see that that is not the case here, trees are ever changing.

The forest that you're walking through is not the same as it was an hour ago or an hour prior. And eventually, you hear a sound on the wind. The sounds of sniffling, crying, pained groan. And you look up ahead and you see that there appears to be a small bit of a clearing, maybe another crossroads or a fork in the road, something at the very least. and that seems to be where that noise is coming from. Does the noise the sniffling sound like a crying child?

It doesn't. Oh, okay. Okay. Okay. I think somebody needs help. They're very sad, it sounds like. We should be careful though of any tricks. I guess it's like the walrus.

No. Or the carpenter? It's probably the carpenter. What do you think, Torbek? Durbeck doesn't know. Turvick still thinks we might have messed up. Told you we should have gone with spooky ghosts. Hello, do you need help, spooky ghost?

Are you a spooky ghost or are you friendly? Are you walking up to the clearing? Yeah. You say this as you make your way towards this clearing, which it becomes very, clear to you is a pathway that diverges. This road clearly continues forward.

You do see that there is a tall, wooden sign that has two posts on it, one leading towards the forward path, something scribbled on it in potentially a sylvan, and then the other one pointing down another path leading towards the right. Also with a marker indicating what would be down that path. And that catches your eye for an instant, but it is what is on the ground in front of this signpost

that draws your attention. It is what looks to be a bundle of woven blankets, shawls, cloaks, all bundled onto the ground and pulsing. And then you hear it, the sniffling and the whimpering. And you realize that it is not a bundle of fabrics, but it is an elderly woman who is laying on the ground, tempting wearily and shakily to get to her feet

and continually collapsing onto the ground. You see for a moment a flash of her pale wrinkled skin, and you see that her ankle is dark, dark purple. And you notice very quickly that there is a walking stick embedded in the ground snapped in half. It appears to have hit some sort of rock and snapped, and she had tumbled. And she is struggling, not even noticing you

as she's trying to gain her bearings, as she whimpers and she calls out in pain, as she tries to find some way to get to her feet. Help her up, you get? Oh, well, gosh. Excuse me, young lady. Do you need a strap and young lad to help you? What happened here? Are you all right?

Young lady, who are you talking to this old lady? She immediately startles for a moment, and she looks around and she fixes the spectacles the spectacles that are on her face there, overly large, and the prescription, if prescriptions were a thing in a ventress, would be clearly high as it magnifies her eyes, very similar to Twig as she looks over towards you and, oh, look at you, oh, you've come to help me.

Oh, gosh, you sweet little sprout, can you please help me up? Get in, get in, is a little bit strong. You, you strapping lad. Oh, yeah. I mean, can you even stand up if I lift you up? Look at that ankle. I'm not gonna be able to put much weight on it, that's for sure.

Yeah, you look like you got one foot in the grave and the little banana peel. I'm sorry, what did you say? I said you look like you got one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel. Oh, you sweet little sprout. Oh, well. Just, if you could just help me up

and help me get my staff. I'll find my footing, and I can... Hold on, hold on, hold on. I will make a banana potus. Oh, I don't know you do that. I know that would. What brings you out here into the forest on a day like this?

This may hurt a little bit. All right. Oh, oh, oh, oh, what, why are you putting so much on my ankle? This isn't weird. I'm trying to help you up on the back. Oh, God, ow! Ow! I cast you in touch on her.

The second to apply, why are you still massaging their foot? Oh no. You take her shoe off unnecessary. You take the shoe off on the wrong foot, the one that's not even swollen. Well, we should have the high heel be critical to talking the meth town. To confirm the identity. That makes the best unsnarrative to the film. Tarantino.

The Torbeck is uncomfortable. It's like, is it Prince Charming in Cinderella? Is that his name? Yeah. Where it's like, oh man, I saw them with beautiful women. Like, oh, what did she look like? No, get all of the women.

In the kingdom, I just look at their feet. That is the, no, can you like, you get a description? What didn't she look like? No, no. I think we can just find her with a description. There's no other way. You would be executed if you don't bring me all of their feet. There's no other way.

Just bring all of the women. I am trying to heal her swollen ankle with bananas. How many are you using? I mean, so I'm not just doing healing work. I'm just doing banana flavor. Okay, okay, okay. You're just, I'm just playing with it. You're sick, look.

You reach down and you help her with her ankle. You feel that there's clearly a break here. And if left in this way, that the foot will set improperly. And she will struggle to walk going forward. And so you tell her it's going to be a little bit painful, but she's not prepared for what you do as you set the ankle and then use your Jewetic magics to mend the bone.

And she yells out in pain, but the sigh of relief that comes next is palpable in the air around you. As she looks down, you can see that the purple swelling is turning to a pink as the ankle is healing in your hand. And I know it may be alarming that I don't have medical supplies and there's just bananas and jungle binds. Magic. And those funky swing music play. But I promise I know what I'm doing.

I promise I know what I'm doing. And I'll do that. And I'll say, get in, put it on hootzy. It'll be nice and comfy for you. Okay, here you go. Come on. Sit up here, old lady, all right? Come on.

Take a load of all. It seems like you broke your walking stick. Let me amend that for you. Here you are. And you do this. I mean, how you feeling? I already forgot what her accent sounded like. Oh, me.

Are you? You help me with my ankle, and I appreciate it so much. Oh. What are you sprouts doing over here? We're lost. Well, let old Auntie Ethel help you out. You tell me where you're headed, and I'll point you in the right direction.

We're looking for- You've done me quite the favor here with my ankle. A trient by the name of Little Oak, if you happen to know where he is. I don't know a triant by that name, but I do know there's a triant if you keep heading straight forward. And if you're looking to go to Loomelurch, you can take this path here that I was heading on.

Oh. You know if a whole bunch of kids live in that tree, See you nervously. Who's asking? What I mean who's asked? I just picked you up off the ground. His name's Gideon. He's asking.

We just scooped him off the ground, healed her ankle, not with the questions. We're looking for school children. We're looking at it. Now leave this to you, Granny. Tells where the fucking kids are in. Or I'll make your other ankle purple. And what use do you have of any children?

I don't really have any use for them. Just I'm looking for them. We're trying to help them, all right. Oh yeah, that's what I meant. We know that there's a kid that needs some assistance, and we are just trying to do them a favor. Frankly, it's for a side quest. We're just trying to knock it out before we continue

with the main plot line. I'm not sure what any of them. that means, but you help me out, so I'll tell you her children's laughter over that way, the way of the other tree end. I don't know if it had a name. And we just continue down the path this way. You just keep going straight,

unless you're planning to go to Loon Lurch. And that's that way. No, we got all the stuff to do. It's the path I'm heading. Okay, well remember, that way is Loon Lurch. So when we come back, we just make a rot. Frost, put it on the map, will you? Of course.

I have a map right here in my back. You don't, remember? You drew what I was right, yeah, yeah. The panel is right here. There we go. We are going close to Loon Lurch, actually. And it's days as a reason. I mean, anyway, do you need any, I mean, do you want to come with us?

Can you walk in this day? I'm on my way to Loon Lurch. I've got a favor to ask of Granny Nauty Shays. I'm hoping she'll help me with a problem I've found myself in. And I don't have many other choices, so I've been walking for a long time. I'm going to head on my way there. And if you happen to find yourself there too, well, I owe you a favor, and I plan to pay it. Well, if you don't mind sharing, you say you're out of options.

perhaps there one more option stumbled its way upon you. I'm sorry, what did you just say? Is there a way that we could help you with your problems? Here I don't have to go to Scapefile. I don't think so. You all look very strong and capable. It's true. Okay. You got a large owlbear in at carriage,

which is pretty neat and small owlbear. It's helping a few other things. Yeah, Juniper's still here too. You are very strong, you're very tall. I didn't notice you for a moment because you're slinking through the shadows. Doorback's name is Dormack. No, it's nice to meet you.

You look like you're capable of something. I am indeed. But what I need, I don't think any of you are capable of fixing. Well, like, what's the problem? Because what's your problem? You gotta leave with words, you know? I'm just thinking, like, you know, this doesn't look like it's going to have a problem for too much longer

the way things you look at. You know? You really do have a way before. Like, you were a poet, and you didn't even realize that was the case. I would never be a bar, okay? You watch it. That's true. Why not?

What's your problem with bars, kiddy? I'm just saying, man, you know? He's got the beard of a bar. Hey, hey, no. That bard fly was very uncharacteristically handsome, okay? I don't know what the hell was going on, but he was hyper-masculine. He was certainly going.

Yeah, geez. My husband passed away recently. Oh. Oh. We have a small farm, just deeper end of thither. We supply a lot of mushrooms. Our main crop. And I can't run the place without them. and I miss him terribly.

And I know I shouldn't go to and ask her to give him back, but he's been my best friend my whole life. And I don't, I don't know how to live in this world without him anymore. So I don't think you can help me, but I hope she can. Sorry to hear that. You certainly can't help you with that.

No, that's out of our wheelhouse. I promise y'all wouldn't go if I didn't have to. They looking for gold pieces? Would that help? You're talking about the currants. You're gonna fucking serious. What the hell, Krami? You give that lady a hundred pieces of curtains and gold

and she's gonna meet her husband, way the hell before she gets that. Was he talking of guy? He was a man of few words. Was he? All I'm saying is, I wouldn't recommend making a deal with you. with Granny Nightshay, all right?

And I wouldn't if I didn't feel like I had to. I got no choice. If you need some help and you're lonely, if you happen to find yourself on the south side of the unicorn pond or lake, whatever, there might be a large pile of 700,000 gold pieces that, it's like 350,000 gold pieces that nobody's using.

It's all I'm saying. It might just be, An alternate solution to what you're dealing with is all. She, she hobbles over to you using the staff that Frost had mended for her, and she puts her old, wearied hand on your shoulder. You're young. I know that gold.

Fuck, I'm gonna go into that accent again. I know that gold. See, you know you don't. Stop talking about gold. I know you're young. Fuck, I can't do it. Anyway, she tells you, you're young. young and gold won't matter so much when you get old.

And that's what she tells you. God, I hate those accents together. Once it happens, you can't break it. I just wanted to offer an alternate solution. Totally up to you. It's there. Southern side of the way we're pool. Just sitting on the ground.

Get into that. Oh, and I don't think that there's really any way we could bring them back, right? It will mend me broken heart. Well. Well, I told you, wait with words. I just had to think about it. I was had to think about the rule,

you never know. You never know what inspiration's gonna struggle. Well, golly, now that you mentioned it. No. Nope. She, for the sake of time and my sanity, she squeezes all of your feet. squeezes all of your shoulders individually,

thanks you for the help that you've given, but must be on her way, because time is short, and she has a very important deal to make, one that she's not taking lightly. But she promises you that as she's traveling along the road, she will think about the choices ahead of her. And if she makes it to loom-lurch, and she has the opportunity to make the deal,

she will only do it if she feels like it is the right choice, but she will at least give it thought. She wishes you all luck on your journey, and she hopes that you find the children that you were looking for. We don't have to upy this, but I'll just say in closing. We'll keep an eye out for you in Lume Lurch if we haven't made it that way.

We hope that solves all your problems. She squeezes your hand and she reminds you that you have done her a great service today and that she is in your debt. I'm glad I was able to fix your walking with my mind beets. Coming up, phone. And I help.

Get back in the fucking chair, let's go. Oh, man. Yeah. It was wrong. We did it in our fate. And we know how to get to loot her. Dürmec hopes she doesn't make any deals.

You kidding? You see her? She's not making it there. Like the friggin' desert. You're in a forest. We're in the forest. You're in the forest? You've been looking around the middle bit? She's from the forest.

She tripped and snapped her leg in the middle of the freaking crossroads. You think it's getting a little much? With the stick that frosty mended. And with my splints, I feel like she'll make it there just fine. A little bit of jungle swing and some magic, some of the primal spirit, she's good as new. Road is rain.

Dormag just knows deep down nothing good can come of making these deals. We're probably horrifically cursed. You know what's gonna happen, right? We're gonna go to Loon Lurch and she's gonna be like, oh look, I have this goat and it's my husband because of some stupid monkey paw thing. Can you please help?

No, Torbeck doesn't want that to happen. No, it's Pavlona that had the goat. That's what I'm referenced. It'll be like an ox or something, help her tend the farmland, you know, like pull some, ah, man, I could have just offered to make her farm equipment. I know, like, everything about farm equipment. I think she's just lonely and misses her husband, that's all. Oh, well.

I don't blame her. Look, I mean, you know, if that's all she had, you know, maybe even if it is some horrible monkey paw, it'll still be worth it. Right? You love to Gideon and think about what you would do of Gideon. were to pass away suddenly. You don't have to call me out like that. It was glad. Oh gosh, I could have offered to like help her grow

like different crops that were easier to tend, like tropical fruit. Yeah. Man, there's a lot of things we could have done to offer her. Well, I'll show her again. She said mushrooms? Yes. Farm of mushrooms?

That's like a very Faywild crop Sounds like We only seen mushrooms Just the one time Have we I mean I said mushrooms

All over the place It's a Faywild It's kind of like The fay wild It's kind of like the thing here Oh okay Well look at it this way Right

We sort of encountered A similar situation With Babyloner didn't we We asked her to bring Twig back And it was kind of Curst and Monkey Pau Right

But you know It's still kind of like Having Twig back I mean obviously Not right now But Yeah. And we were still in the old

downfall. Fuck! I should have told her to say from a certain point of view after she made it to you. Ah, well, next time. Next time.

I'm going to work that way. Oh, you never know. Well, let's keep on this right. Let's continue. There's no way that there's actually a beach in this forest-themed zone, but there's got to be some sort of metaphorical. No, no, there's beaches.

What? Haven't you ever seen the last unicorn? with the big bowl. Just like one of those. Grady! Look, those mustsrie was in Crummy, took. I thought you're right. Fry your brain, Grevy!

No, I saw what I thought I thought. That mushroom's spit in your face, and you've been going cuckoo fucking bananas ever since. You know, y'all can doubt me, but I'm telling you, those little beaches? It's a little beach? Well, there's like a couple of them. It's a little beast that makes you old?

No. That's a stupid idea. Oh, yeah, that's an awful idea. Let's keep walking. Yeah. You continue to walk. You walk for about 30 minutes before you hear the sound of children's laughter.

And as you look, you see that the forest is thinning out around you. And a large open field, or not fully open, but significantly less dense thicket of trees. And in the very center, standing incredibly tall, towering over the rest of the trees, you see a giant oak. A giant oak that you now know is known as little oak.

And as you make your way towards it, you feel the shade that it casts around you. It is cool here. The sounds of birds chirping, animals skittering about and playing. It is, there is an air of joyous rebellion. And as you continue to look around this place, you see up ahead a small group of children as they flock around the leafy oak tree.

Their gleeful yelps carrying through the forest, painted swings dangle from the tree's branches. Nestled in its crown is a ramshackled tree house. And as you get up to it, you bask in its glory for about a moment before a small rap scalen of a boy leaps from the tree house and slams into the ground in front of you. As he looks up at all of you, he says, Stand down or face my merry hell.

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