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{{Infobox Log
|name      = Fungus Amungus! Part 2 - The High Umbra
|summary   = Part of the Wyrm sphere plot revolving around the Resonance change in the Pit of Shattered Souls.
|icdate    = June 17, 2020
|ictime    = ???? It was night when they left and daybreak of the 18th when the group returns.
|players   = [[Russ|Russ ST]]<br>[[Eris]], [[Goldie]], [[Sheridan]], [[Pembroke]], [[Stefan]], [[Pax]], [[Raquel]], [[Kurt]], [[Dr._Thompson|Jackson]]
|location  = High Umbra // Alanna's Fungal Lounge
|spheres   = Wyrm
|themesong = 
}}




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MEANWHILE IN THE TELLURIAN
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The black and sickly toxic green mold growth in the Fungal Lounge is more rampant than ever and the tendrils of fuzzy spores reach out across every inch of the ceiling and walls. The once lightly spotted couch is now covered in a heap of black fuzz that appears to be /slowly/ consuming the piece of furniture. Truly, fully, consuming it- the end table and coffee table have already been reduced to solid piles of mold that writhe invitingly when people enter the room.

 Once the mold has been Awakened it starts to bubble up and slither over itself without spreading out across the room yet, a undulating mass of black that grows upward... roughly into the shape of small man. It stops when its about four feet tall and the mass is more muppet than man, a twisted lump where the coffee table existed just days ago. A lump that speaks from a slimy black toothless maw. The maw begins flapping open like a piece of loose furry skin as the sounds leak out, those who understand Spirit Speech hear its word and those who don't simply experience the /sound/ of sloppy wet kisses as it says,

"Is that you Jack? Come a little closer and give your ol'pal a hug."
 
The voice which speaks has the cadence of a 1950s car salesman from Brooklyn and it cajoles the inhabitants of the room closer with a showmanship in its tone that belies is strikingly dangerous appearance.

"I've been keepin' an eye on ya, Jack. I've been watching yer progress from the shadows and its time to let you in on a little secret.... the mold knows, Jack. I know what you need, I know how to help all of you.."


			Eat.The.Mushroom.

The voice comes from everywhere all at once and the room lights up with a toxic green biolumescence, from every spore the light and words vibrate through the room. The heavy feeling surrounds them on all sides and the air goes out of the room for a moment. Oppressive, choking and then still and calm. The spores dim and the room darkens once more to the original lighting... except, several large glowing mushrooms are now sticking out of the mold mass in the center of the room.


Big, built, bottle blonde Sheridan got the call to the the flower shop like presumably a few others. Dressed casually in a pink sports bra and mesh tank and a pair of rather well riooed old levi's with a matching brown belt and pair of wedge heeled hikjing boots. The smell of mold hitting her nose as shei[makes her way down. "Ugh, smells like a bad fucking omele fart down here." she says and scrunches her features up. Eyeballing mush rooms she arches an eyebrow curioisly. "Is this one of those deals where we shoulda packed for a trip?"
You paged Pax with ‘You will noticed ooc, but not IC, that I didn't pose your bodies. I think Eris moved them.’

A new kin, Goldie had only recently met a handful of her mate's brethran and was still acclimating herself to her new life, so it was unexpected when she, who barely knew her way around Prospect let alone knew Wyrm from foe, got a text from someone at the hive telling her to 'get her fat ass down to help with the cleanup.' A map location was shared, so she could make her way there, but with Jackson out of the apartment she wasn't sure what she'd be walking into. Who would trap her? Who the fuck knew her? But still she didn't recognize the number. All the same, ten minutes later she was in a cab and headed to the flower shop hoping all the while she wasn't walking into some kind of Wyrm hazing.

When she gets to the location, the brunette hastens inside. Luckily, she isn't the only one. Seeing other people rolling in as well, she follows their lead to the basement right behind Sheridan. She hears the woman and echos her sentiments, "Oh gahd," her hand flies up to cup her nose. "Is it possible to be evil and not have everything smell like rancid death and shit? Can we please get some potpurri down here. It is a flower shop for fucks sake." Sheridan is a spectacularly tall, built, megaton powerhouse woman so Goldie doesn't see much.


Eat.The.Mushrooms. Goldie watches as everyone who arrived ahead of her starts rushing, spilling over themselves for the mushrooms and she is thinking to herself that god she doesn't really like mushrooms, but she HAS got to have these mushrooms. Is there an Urge god of fungus? There is now. She scatterpaws her way toward any ebbing glow that hasn't been snatched at and misses two, completing with other grasping hands, before capturing one to shove down her face. Nomnomnom.

Jackson stands there listening to the words, as he shurghs softly under his breath."Fuck it." He looks at the others, as he reaches for a mushroom."When in rome, take the trip. Watch me, make sure I don't fucking die." With that he brings it to his lip sniffing it once, but then he is biting into it with wild quick motions of his mouth. He is going to trip or die, or purge posions one of these options, maybe all three it is going to be a great night.(I have taken the Mushroom. May I know your name?) The words of the spirt coming out of his lips, he is going to get yelled at by the rite master for this one, he fucking knows it.

The Ahroun Sheridan looks over her shoulder to Goldie and the others and, with an almost causal smile and what's her usuaally rhythmic little dances on the shrugs her shoulder and snags a mushroom, bending to make the reach and then pops one in her mouth, chewed, swallowed. Not the worst thing she's swallowed.

The Mold whispers, “Khaaloobh....” to Jackson as he passes out.

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BACK IN THE HIGH UMBRA
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The base of the Pit of Want, where a large cavernous opening exists at the back corner, that opening is a huge stone doorway(no door, just an open arch) covered in a pulsing, glowing menagerie of fungi in the form of reddish purple mosses and large carnivorous mushrooms. Due to a thick growth of vegetation, the entrance to the Cave of Greed, thrives with an unnatural Presence.

Thump!<br>
Thump! Thump! Three bodies (Sheridan (awake), Goldie and Jackson (not awake) land on the ground by their feet.<br>

The base of the Pit of Want, where a large cavernous opening exists at the back corner, that opening is a huge stone doorway(no door, just an open arch) covered in a pulsing, glowing menagerie of fungi in the form of reddish purple mosses and large carnivorous mushrooms. Due to a thick growth of vegetation, the entrance to the Cave of Greed, thrives with an unnatural Presence.



Pembroke looks at the bodies, looks at the sky.. "It's raining people. Maybe we should get inside before the Fat Boys drop in." glancing at Raquel for a moment... "Or then again..."

Jackson rumbles around deep in thought and connection to the umbra, his moon fucking him once more in life. But a life of drug abusing, good times, testing everything under the sun can't keep a good wolf down. He is lunges upwards, stumbling on his feet with a soft chuckle."Fuck, that hits good." His voice is slurred, as he looks down at GOldie with a little chuckle."She, can't handle her drugs once again, keeping with the fucking habbit." As he looks over at Pembroke, with a nooding of his head."Sup."

Pax is already here, having just landed with the others in the group in front of the Cave of Green. The man is somewhat of an idealized version of himself, and seems to be dressed in black plated body armor. For an 'idealized' version of Pax, everything seems pretty much the same, save for the long black claws that've replaced his fingers and the fiery red-yellow eyes that peek out through slit iris at the three new arrivals. Taking the moment to reach back behind his suit, he retrieves the long brushed metal tube he's placed there before, and keeps it in hand as he watches them recover. "Nice of you to join us." he teases them idly, only to turn his attention to the cave, which he examines quietly while the others prepare to move on.

It's maybe kind of a rough landing but, there's a blink like she's nodding off mid dance, and then again when Sheridan finds herself on the other side of the gauntlet. Picking herself. Honestly, having two hundred plus pounds of muscled woman land on you is probably worse than aging rappers. Pointier impacts for starters. "Fucking knew i should have packed. Oooh, pretty colors!" she really has to admit it looks awesome around the place

La Moneda, the currently manifested True Form of Raquel, squeals with delight! Skin of gold and hair, claws, and hooves are all of platinum, furred animal legs and tail a dead giveaway that she isn't human. Those long animal ears twitch as she reaches forward to the unconconscious Goldie, whom she has never met before. "So squishy." Yes, she had fauned over the other weak Kinfolk and gotten them upright earlier. Goldie is hoisted and planted over a musclebound shoulder, and thus the Bygone continues to move by Pax's side. 

Stefan wobbles over to where Pembroke is, and glances over to Raquel, "That was some ride!"

If Pax is settling for a fight, then the Elder Dox wolf is gonna go ahead and do the same - though it ends in far less reaching for other things. He has claws after all. Kurt stretches some, pushing things back into place with a few audible pops before turning towards the drops of bodies. "Oh, more guests!" he sounds honestly delighted as people show up like video game characters for a moment. Sheri popping upright is expected and he grunts a greeting at her before giving her ass a sharp smack, before looking at Pax, "You getting your fancy stick out for a reason? Or just to be safe?" the Beast wonders, trying to properly prepare himself and all. Raquel gets a bit of a wolf-whistle and he remarks, "I forget how shiny you are," in admittance.


RAWWWWWWWR! Our heros are at the bottom of a deep pit and at the top is a rawring something they cannot see yet.

"It takes a moment to recognize some of the folks that are around. Jackson and Goldie easy enough while they're not doing so crash hot coming out of the trip. And the slap on her swaying ass gets a chuckle. Swaying hips and rolling shoulders make for a moving target that Kurt manages to land. "Director Grey! Director?" she adds taking a moment to try and realise that it's Raquel she's looking at. "Hawt!" she beams approvingly Thankfully Sheri remembered to dedicate her clothes so she's still got her ass and tits bound up in jeans and sports bras. The wedhe heels even keep her stepping up over her normal six feet and she hasn't even shifted yet. the Roar? That gets Sheri bouncing. "Ooooh, it sounds adorable!""

"Hey all, that is my new mate Goldie. I hope she is good, thank you Miss Russell, your looking very shiny." Jackson nods slowly, as he looks around and as the pit makes that noise."Well, than it seems we have to look into the pit." His voice is soft, as the very high very out of it Theruge walks over to peer down into it, with a snarl of pleasure."SO pretty here, I fucking love it, now to go on the fucking hell to the fun bit."


"Just being careful." Pax admits as he flicks the thing in his hand. "More in case anything tries to shoot some shit at us." Nodding, the Nephandus looks back towards Jackson and Sheridan, then over to the unconscious Goldie, before moving with the others into the Cave of Greed. Pausing a moment to glance up and over his shoulder towards the top of the cavern, he gives a prompt shrug, then motions towards the cave. "Best we move forward."

From above an arch of rubies fills the air and then starts to rain down into the chasm, the glittering stones turn to fire as they fall and the silhouette of a large crystal dragon blocks out the light from above for a few moments.

Pembroke takes a look up, and seeing the fire coming down, takes it as a cue. Ducking into the cover of the cave. Okay, that's a really bad idea for someone as squishy as himself to go first. But he just ate a magic mushroom.

Stefan looks up at the roar at they are going into the cave, then seeing the rubies he grins for a moment before they turn to fire, "Holy Shit! Is that a... nevermind, I don't wanna find out if that's just part of the trip or real."
Goldie is flopped over the shoulder of La Moneda, her own lil' pepe. She would play with her ears and proudly ride her to kill ze the dragon if she were not passed out cold and completely without combat skills.


Jackson runs forward with a wicked smile on his face, good trip is good, good umbra trip is better. He is rushing forward keeping his eye on Goldie, as she is on top of Raquel."This is amazing. I need more of these." His vocie is filled with passion, as he starts to finally burn out as he speaks softly."This is very odd."

Looking up it's raining fire. Sheridan, probably high from eating mushrooms, spots the source of it and with everyone else starts heading for shelter. Though she does kind of take it slow whiile getting out the way. That pesky Ahroun need to meat shield if needed and well the idea of fighting a dragon is a huge turn on for the massively muscled woman.

Aww, La Moneda missed the grand beast in the sky! It's then that fire and brimstone in the form of lavish jewels pelt off of her head and remind her that Goldie is still very much vulnerable. She trots her way inside, body a blur as she pours her inhuman speed into her gait. "I'll try to keep her alive, Jackson!" She gloats, not mentioning the potential for stealing his own girl away for her amusement. 


Naturally, Eris arrives in a rain of fire, dropping with the rubies and rolling up to her feet. Slightly singed though still intact she sighs as she bats at a stubborn lick of flame that eats at the fray on her cut-offs before brushing herself off. The petite Pict's strange eyes finally lift to look about herself. "I don't remember eating any mescaline." And there are people! The Elder Ragabash peers the direction of the group but doesn't approach them. "Everyone who's a hallucination raise your hands!"

Once Inside the Cave: A rather dim, disorienting bioluminescence acts as a source of light; it only emits light in areas that are occupied. As explorers traverse the tunnel system the glowing fungus lights up around them and falls dark in their wake. This leaves both the path ahead and the way behind pitch black.... into the unknown...where the fungus itself is a moist blanket that glows a warm pink.... so warm.. so soothing...

Kurt remains conflicted, because much like the muscled femme of an Ahroun, he TOO wants to slay a fucking dragon! Especially since the fucker is clearly an imposter as there is only one Dragon, Green Dragon. A growl looses from his scaled throat and his white fur ripples with a strain of musculature before he finally settles into motion after the others. Razzafrazzafuckindragon!

"Well this is odd, I feel like a gaint cock." Jackson nods as he grins at the others."Right, right!" He is pointing to the pink, all of it as he starts to think clear."Now, I'm real Eris. Your stuck with me." His voice is large booming out of him, as he takes stock of the others."Everyone cool?"
Pembroke peers at the moss, and waves at Eris, Hand raised! "So is this thencave of the oldest profession?"

Luckily for the Bygone, she can see perfectly in the dark. Out of the torrent of burning hail, she idles inside the subtle pink environment. Patting the soft cushy rear of Goldie while Jackson muses upon his place in the world. "I could get big enough to fit in here..." La Moneda murmurs, continuing to follow Pax as he cautiously explores the environment. Whenever he decides to get off of his lazy ass and inside the cave. 


"We'd be here fucking forever if we fought everything in the High Umbra." Pax muses back to the others, as they traverse the fungal cave thing. With a casual raising of his hand to Eris' question, he then continues on, peering at the walls around them with some vague curiosity to it. "Of course I'm a fucking hallucination." Pax idly drawls, though he doesn't stop to do so. "This one should be right up your alley. Greed and all." he says as an aside to La Moneda.

Stefan gets that shit eating grin on his face, "This is freaky, but it sure feels good good in here, kinda feels like the walls might reach out and hug you." He definitely sounds high as hell.

Eris snorts Jackson's direction. "You said it." The Ragabash lifts an eyebrow, "I highly doubt that. Everyone remember to lube up." The pale alien woman tosses her thick white mane of hair over her shoulder and turns to walk, clad in a singed tank top and shorts, towards the cave at a casual stroll. Letting Raquel and Pax take point before traisping almost merrily after. Pembroke and Stefan are simply told, "Stay close."

Kurt blinks back at Eris and smirks, "Not yet," because it's entirely a plausible instance that he might be a hallucination later on. The Dox makes ready to go deep into the slick pink cave only to pause and then smack Sheri's shoulder with a friendly back hand before getting her to high-five, "First time in the same hole at the same time - hey...we should try that. For science," he nods. Into the hole they all go it seems!

"There's plenty of argument for that conclusion Jackson." Sheridan points out and flashes a grin. Even as she dances on the spot, the muscled woman bounces on the ground with her geels like she's trying to find a feel and footing. At least she can see where she's going. "Huh, forgot what one of these felt like from the inside." she states and giggles.


Goldie wakes, groggy-eyed. Bumpbumpbumplurchbump and attempts to feel for what the FUCK is going on and where the FUCK is she. A quick mental diagnostics confirms she is moving, but she is not running. Also, she's getting gut-punched but a mule shoulder with everyone of Raquels exquisitely graceful gallops. " . . . did someone just pat my ass, where am I . . . " a hoarse voice can be heard saying from Raquels shoulder. " . . .what is . . . going on . . ." She starts touching things to get a feel for her surroundings, as she no can see in the dark, blindly palming at Raquels face, tugging an ear.

Jackson is quiet now as he glances back with a little chuckle. He is quiet now, as he head nods backwards, as he moves now."Umbra, is fun and now that is dragon might still die." His voice is soft, as he looks at Goldie."Umbra, hug on to her if she will let you."

At Eris' words Stefan shakes himself out of the funk enough to move to her side like a shadow.
Pembroke sticks close, as instructed, though a little ahead. Yep, he's willing to take the first shot instead of her. Take it like a man in the v cave.

The Yellow path leads them on and its harder and harder to follow as the pink moss begins to cover every surface. The Yellow path leads into a larger chamber filled with oversized mushrooms the size of trees and strange elaborate archways hewn into the dense mold. A moist, rich scent, like rotting earth and decomposing flesh flavors the hazy fog that lingers close to the ground. In most places the ground is dark stone but in the deeper chamber moss has been begun to cover all available surface area... sliding up onto people's feet. In the middle of the room the Yellow Brick Road of Imagination appears to just stop-

Awkward fumbling can be felt, one of La Moneda's eyes is blocked and then an ear is tugged, and now she's just done with it. She doesn't have children of her own for a reason! Goldie is gently deposited upon her own feet, now facing this rather attractive looking half-mule gold statue. Huh? "Here you go." The Bygone is Hispanic, if the accent in her voice is anything to go by. Can Goldie see in the dark? If not, she's abandoned by the Bygone who decides to side step her and continues forward. 
 
"It smells like a decomp in here. Is there any fat?..." Rotting flesh might taste horrid, but it's the lipids that cause the smell in the first place. Usually. Stomach acid churns as La Moneda decides whether or not she's pleased by this fact. 


Eris lifts a shoulder at Kurt with a smirk. "It's all right, I'm not entirely sure I'm here either." While Eris is looking back her eyes narrow. "Hmm," Eris says as she sniffs through her nose. She pauses a moment, letting Stefan and Pembroke catch up before herding them in front of her. "Let's keep our soft folks in the middle, hmm? Wouldn't want anything getting our tender bits." She reaches a hand out to ruffle Stefan gently. From under her hair, a strange thing emerges, a bat-winged, weird eyed creature that curls it's chitinous tail around Eris' throat while peering at the pink cave and those within it with milky-dead eyes peering out of a bird-skull. "Ugh, it smells like Russ' beanbag in here." Eris delicate sensibilities are offended and she presses her hand to her nose. Eris, also, sports a rather large pair of white-membraned bat wings which she pulls close to her as they walk.



Sheridan looks to the elder wolves then down towards the entrance to the cave. The large werewolf just pouts. But it's probably just a thing that's there and not part of the job for now. "If it sniffs my ass, can I bap it proper?" she asks and backm steps a little while occasionally looking where she's going over her shoulder. "Maybe if it gets a big enough whiff in here it might run away like a bitch. However nice my ass might smell better." she adds with a rather more deliberate shake of said behind.

As Pax steps into the room, he raises his free hand up for a moment, and claws spread wide, he clasps them closed as those reddish-yellow eyes glow a bit brighter for a moment. "This is a place of Khaaloobh and Vorus." he explains to the others, if they can't already tell, before turning his attention away from the room and stepping back past the others towards the tunnel. "And the fucking dragon is still following us. Why don't we have a chat with it before it gets too deep in here and tries to fuck up our patron's place of business? Might be friendly." he adds, sarcastically.

Stefan smiles up at Eris at the petting of his hair and then hearing her complain he pulls out his pouch and digs in it a moment. He draws his hand out and holds a pinch of pungent, sweet smelling herbs up to her nose.
Jackson moves slowly now as he nods slowly, towards the elders."Good idea, don't need em dead before they done the duty." His voice is filled with passion, as he looks back at the dragon. His eyes stuyding it with a intent, as he thinks now trying to find the name, something in the mind about it."The smell is pretty interseting. It's a new, never smelled this before."

Pembroke looks back the way they came, giving a mild snort. "I wonder what dragon tastes like. But maybe it's just lonely and looking for company." He does check his pockets to see if the mushroom man sent him with his reagents. Because like a gaming noob, he's come this far and forgot to make sure he had mats and not being trueborn, doesn't have anything decicated.

Kurt chuffs low and grins some, "Oh good you joined us, Goldie, too bad about the dark thing," he laughs a bit before glancing behind him to catch Sheri's rump-shaking antics in an effort - he's guessing - to lure the dragon closer. "If by chat you mean speaking to it about our lord and savior, Father, I'm all for it," because for a Spiral that may as well just mean murder. Back to ass-shaker Sheri and he grunts, "Save the wiggling ass for celebrations," he says rather bluntly, "Game faces, those who have them, the rest should probably hide behind Raquel and Pax for now." If only because they have the most ability to guard more than one person.

Eris perhaps shockingly, demures to the Beast of War with a nod. She does glance towards jackson, "Then you clearly haven't killed enough." The Elder taps the bird-skulled thing on the head and the thing reforms into something like a jellyfish, if the jellyfish were made of viscera. It floats nearby Eris but the gibbering Strangeling appears to float about her almost like a sentry. Stefan is given an adoring smile and a pet. She takes the herbs with a free hand and murmurs to the pair of Kinfolk she's taken to guarding, "Keep close and for fuck's sake don't lick anything."

Goldie yanks an ear and in short succession she hears an irritated voice gripe, she's heaved up and set down. It isn't unkind necessarily, but still the kin smacks the earth with an audible oaamf. Her hands pat the ground and she stands unsteadily, pawing blindly at the mossy pink floor and walls she cannot see. Someone nudges her onward from behind and the side, and without saying much but the occasional, 'hey, wait, whoa, what' she finds herself herded to the center of their pack, blinking at inky blackness and trying not to get underfoot any 9" meatasaurusus.

 The Crystal Dragon arrives!

In all his glory, he is a twenty foot tall dragon styled in the tradition of European breeds, made of pure crystal with eyes fashioned from facted emeralds and a hide glittering with every precious stone known to man. He rears up on his hind legs and glowers down at the cave full of assorted riffraff with a terrible scowl. The dragon glows with a aura of white light and his crystal body is completely see through... something at the center where is heart would be seems be to the source of the light, "Who disturbed my fields and didn't pay the price?" His voice booms, causing the mold in the room to shiver with an annoyed vibe.

Pembroke whispers toward Raquel.. "A relative?"
With game face time. Sheridan grins and focuses a moment. She's homid born so that means she starts from the bottom gear and works her way up. Clothes strain as muscles expand and the large woman gets even bigger as she tops out at close to ten feet of large lupine of indeterminant gender. At least while clothes dedicated to her hang off her meaty frame.

Khaloobh and Vorus. Match made in desperate times. This is where compulsive shopping and eating disorders get their fill. It's then that La Moneda is thoroughly distracted by the Great Dragon who calls her out on her bullshit. "I DID." She booms back, eagerly turning to march up to the offending Spirit with fists upon her hips. Obviously, the Crystal Dragon can see that she isn't human, and made mostly of gold herself. "Do you have a problem with that?" She's haughty and arrogant, the Bygone more than willing to throw down. Even if it kills her. 


Pax at least ensures any nearby Kinfolk are behind him as the dragon approaches, as of all the people who might know how fragile they can be, it's surely Pax. Sniffing as the dragon approaches and speaks, the man eyes the significantly larger creature as he waves his metal tube around to speak. As if hand motions were a part of the whole speaking thing to begin with. "Well you can fuck off Neil Diamond, you and your mind speaking bullshit telling us to do things. The fuck do you want as the price?" It's a genuine question, if a question phrased in a manner Pax would deliver it.

Jackson turns quickly into a large verison of a warform. His long silver hair is flowing out of him, with red splashes of what looks like blood. As his claws ripping out of his flesh, as he starts to growl forward now, standing there in front of Goldie. His toy to break, his toy to abuse, not some fucking dragons!

Goldie is fucking blind and useless. She came here to clean mold. She's armed with a sponge. Girl might as well put on a red shirt and change her name to lunch.


Stefan mutters to Pembroke, "She isn't a dragon, if you haven't noticed."

Kurt barks a haughty laugh that matches Raquel's arrogance more than likely. The white wolfdrake's tail tip flick-slaps against the ground leaving a gouge as he stalks up behind the golden mule. His head tilts to the side, "Not sure I remember there being a toll taker, or a sign. Echoing previous sentiments, what the fuck do you want?" he growls out, his forked tongue flicking, his draconic eyes flaring to Balefire life. Already, the Dox's eyes are raking over the crystalline creature, searching for weaknesses and open spots with a critical eye.

Eris tucks her finger in a pocket and pulls out a small charm. The Ragabash lifts it and peers through the little opening at the center while eyeing the dragon and she sighs. "What a pity. It's so pretty." The Raggie sighs and rolls her shoulders. She drags her hand through her hair and tucks her charm back away without moving far from where she is.

Pembroke reaches into his pocket to fondle something. (His jacket pocket!) That something being a token to emulate Wyrm Hide. He probably already should have, but it's hard to make oneself look ugly amongst smoking hot ladies.

 The Crystal Dragon rears its head back at La Moneda's insolence and everyone else in the room seems to be forgotten as it suddenly rushes its face to the floor so that it can be eye to eye with her, "We are not so different, Mule. Except I eat your kind." It lunges at Raquel!


The Crystal Dragon is distracted trying to bite into the unbite-able Magical Mule and just gnashes as it getting angrier as its tail whips into the air looking like a threatening barb of crystal shards warning those who approach.



Taking a step back as the dragon targets Raquel, Pax shakes the metal tube in his hand, then flips a switch, causing an ominous SHHHHT sound as what is essentially a double-bladed lightsaber extends from either side of it with blades that seem to suck in the light around them, and a corona of blue light wreathing them from end to end. "Subdue it! No kill." he calls out to the others, as a hand moves to a compartment of his suit, which he pops open so he can remove a few vials of blood. "And those with the Rite of Desecration, why don't you join me in giving this thing a new outlook on the universe?"

Pembroke reaches out, not with hand or weapon, but with his own mind. If Pax is the Soth Lord, he's at least an apprentice... commanding it to STOP. Feeeze tag of the mind.

Eris idly twirls her pinky-ring with her thumb as she, pretty much, just stands there. She watches others leap into action but the Raggie remains between the fight and the kinfolk though she's smirking. "Better sucker punch it then." Laaazy Raggie. Though as she stands there, crystaline armor seems to be creeping up her arm and across her face.


The Crystal Dragon suddenly goes rigid and stops moving!(Pembroke 'wargs' into the dragon's mind here.)


Shards of crystal teeth attempt to bite down upon the statue of gold. The Servant of Vorus screams in the tones of tubular wind chimes, echoing in the dark fungal chamber before retaliating. Claws are her normal weapoin of choice, but the whisper from the Nephandus' earpiece said to subdue. So subdue she shall try! Instead, fingers dig with agonizing strikes, the force of metal causing the crystal to crack with the blows from inside of it's massive maw. La Moneda had fully intended to just maim the damn thing. 
 
Of course, in all her zeal, she overshot the constitution of the Great Dragon, causing a line to spiderweb and fracture through it's body. It creaks, it cracks, it sound of ice, and then the hunks blow apart as it screams it's death wail. Rocks shower the others as it explodes outwarrd, until it all goes quiet. La Moneda is just standing there, not even breathing, kind of bewildered that she was so overwhelmingly successful. 


After being frozen and then subjected to a deluge of attacks from La Moneda the Crystal Dragon shatters into a thousand tiny shards that start to get consumed greedily by the mold on the floor; a precious offering. The spirit isn't dead but its made its escape and left behind a hundred thousand parts of itself in the process...

A glowing silver egg is sitting there in the center of the room and it has some strange markings on it, it glows with the same white light as the heart of the dragon.


Eris is shiny! Literally, she clucks her tongue and her folded arms roll outward. "The best laid plans..." The crystaline Ragabash remains so for a breath or two more before the effect fades and blackens and peels away drifting off her into ash. "But at least it's still pretty." She glances back towards Pembroke and Stephan. "Before you head back, ask Raquel and Pax if you can snag a shard to study. I'm going to stay here and investigate this field so I can report back to the Ritemaster." With that the ragabash turns to head deeper into the field of fungi.

Pembroke checks out some of the shards, without touching... "Can we touch it, or will the peices eat us?"

A roar of pleasure ripping out of the Crinos, Jackson as he watches the shattering. His eyes narrowing watching the egg, as he quickly is moving forward lunging, but is over as he shifts down quickly back to homid. His eyes watching it all, as he nods towards Eris, as he tries to push down the rage, struggling and than it is under control."Damn, that was imprssive."

Stefan stays back out of the True Borns, Raquel and Pax's way but calls up his Hellblade. As the mysterical fire flares up, even if he can't safely attack the dragon at the moment he can at least give them more light to illuminate the bits of pieces of dragon everywhere. The action between Raquel and Eris was so quick that it seemed like a blur to him.


"NO! MINE." La Moneda is still inordinately upset that she wrecked Pax's intentions. Her Mule's ears were beginning to droop. Until Jackson decided to make his move. She's lunging forward, more than happy to sink bi-sected jaws of platinum teeth into the Spiral if it means collecting the shiniest of shinies. 


Sheridan in her oversized wolf form watches Raquell get her hits in and all the slowpoke Ahroun can do is grin through her wolfy muzzle. Fur wanting to be yellowy brown but maybe a little on the green and needing a shampoo side. between the golden mule and Eris coming back into view the wolf woman thing. Sheridan chuffles in first tongue. "Feeliing so gay right now!" she admits and chuckles. She doesn't shift down yet though just in case.


Pax gives a wrinkle of his nose at the sudden demise of the dragon, but shrugs and jerks his hand outwards anyway, enticing one of the larger shards to fly into his grip as he peers at the egg. "Ah well, guess it wasn't worthy of being the guardian." he decides quickly enough, the shard being kept in grip as he deactivates his sabre and slips it back to clip on his belt again. "That's a nice Hive trophy." he admits, as he turns his attention to the shard in his hand, assuming it doesn't hurt him or dissolve or something else shards tend to do.

The floating visce-squid floats after the departing Ragabash who calls to the kinfolk, "To the victor and all that.." Just as Eris shifts into a batwinged white wolf and dissapears amidst the spores.


Kurt grunts some as he inspects that egg, "Not just a Hive trophy, the Ritemaster will be pleased he no longer has to Moonbridge whiny Cliaths," he chuckles. "We're keeping that, and not cooking it," he growls out before strething out. A glance around to all the stares for Raquel and Eris, and the Dox just gives a wry wolf-smirk.

The Cave around them rumbles and a voice fills the air, coming from every spore in the air around them, "A worthy offering, a pact is made and bond has been forged... there will be a new way of life in the Pit of Shattered Souls. The Mold Knows."



It's so shiny and pretty, and the metallic Pishtaco on steroids pets it gently. She did good, even if she did screw up. Just a little bit. With a great deal of hesitation, La Moneda hands over the beautiful bauble over to Eris. She earned it, but... they actually need it. When everything is finally sorted, La Moneda shimmers back into Raquel once more, before pulling out her small polished metal mirror, and then side-stepping back to the Material Plane. 


As the deals and dragon eggs are exchanged and there's probably the most magnificent omelets in the future to funk up a room with farts. Sheridan finallt shifts back into her big, buff, busty homid form, swaying and writhing arms over head in a serpentine manner as she shrinks and stops having fur in really odd places. "We coo this side?" I'll try make sure the landiing iis less rough the other. She says and tries to focus on shunting the shrooms out her system through gift given extra metabolism. Hopefully she doesn't eat another shroom out of stoner habit but there she goes.

"Well, healing I hate it, but it worked." Jackson nods slowly spiting out a rage, as he looks down at them."I need as Rite Master's stick of painful. Teach such wonderous things, as I heal." His voice is cold, as he picks up Goldie holding her tightly, as he looks around."That was fun."

"Looks like it." Pax responds to Sheridan's question, as he turns towards the others. Peering at Goldie, he steps over after Jackson picks her up and promptly smacks her on the top of the head, causing a brief green light to emanate from her before she likely just disappears. As does Pax, though his is more a quick shift at thousands of miles per hour out of the cave and back towards the material realm.


The party had behled the great Mule, in all her glory. Now, Raquel is just another beautiful Hispanic woman, clad in her cleaning attire and side bag of supplies. She picks up the clear faced respirator and sighs. Oh... and she had forgotten her boots, back in the Umbra. The bone ring had changed her feet back into human's, little toe nails still platinum and a-wiggling.