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((Part 1 of our mega post. The rest will follow Ashley's response)) The blow came from nowhere. Casey was knocked to the back of their shared mind as the hard impact, enough to bloody their mouth, shocked him. Mourn was made of sterner stuff though. She staggered but a single step back, then...

Going to the door closest to where Casey recalled their cell lay, they nudged it open. With shield and warhammer in hand Mourn stepped out, glanced at the empty cell to confirm it was as it had been left, then started down the corridor. "Call it a crazy hunch," Casey said over their shoulder...

Heat flushed across their cheeks as nothing succeeded to happen in spectacular fashion. Tension eased from Mourn's limbs, "Y-You're fine! Um, well, in general it's a good idea to assume everything is out to kill you when you play D&D," Casey could feel confusion welling up from Mourn's side and...

They flinched as the reflection wavered. Hand reaching to draw, Mourn retreated back a pace before the light caught them. As the mild, familiar cool of healing magic washed over their mutilated leg Casey/Mourn relaxed. "I've heard of stranger," Casey replied, still looking to the mirror as he...

"Those mirrors," Mourn nodded towards them, "They seem odd to you? Maybe it's just these new eyes playing tricks, but they look to me like they're glowing. Gonna take a closer look." Even if nothing was visible in the water, Mourn's instincts overrode Casey's and they stayed well away from the...

One is only as strong as their arm. Two are as mighty as the bond they share. Imagine how hard three are to break. Casey shook Mourn's head, "Y-Yeah, I could. It's weird. I know Mourn is," he peeked at the hit point and Lay on Hands meters, "Yeah still definitely level one. But I could just...

As the arrow struck home Mourn loosed a relieved sigh. "Yes, I'm alright," she called back. A clumsy step forward and Mourn aligned the blade with the beasts head. A downward stab ended any misery it might have still experienced. With that done she stepped back, reached a hand down to the...

Mourn saw the blow coming but couldn't move. Something froze her, a spell? She railed against it until the hold broke, but by then it was too late. The jaws clamped down on her thigh, and though the chain mail spared Mourn from the worst it was an ill suited armor to protect one from the...

Mourn saw the beast surging through the water and shouted a warning just after Ashley withdrew. Already Mourn was charging across the distance between them, winding the greatsword up for a swing. In Casey's thoughts he knew that crocodiles were usually ambush predators. Stay away from their...

Mourn peeked inaide, then stepped fully into the bathhouse. "Odd," Casey felt the words welling up from somewhere that wasn't he, "To build such a place right beside the cells. Too fancy to be for prisoners, too far from the barracks to be use for guards. Unless the barracks is right around the...

Frowning as they found only echoes in reply, Casey/Mourn backed from the intersection to follow Ashley, "Is there? Be careful!"

Having not encountered and real dangers yet and fresh from the triumph of discovering someone by shouting, Casey/Mourn cupped their hands and shouted down each unexplored hallway, "HELLO?! ANYONE DOWN THERE?"

Mourn's features brightened at the mutual recognition. They'd each found something to anchor on, and Casey were surprised at the wonders that did for calming him. "Follow a few paces behind me, yeah? There's a few paths I saw earlier that we can take," Mourn took up the greatsword where it had...

"Same," Casey didn't include what vague memories he had of the dream. What little part of his rationality that remained found it rather amusing that he could readily accept being thrust into the body of a game character but didn't wish to acknowledge that a dream might carry real meaning...

For a short while Casey's own panic had faded, forced into the background as Mourn reacted to the cry for help. It was almost Pavlovian, he decided as he watched her reel back and swing. There wasn't any thought behind it. Ringing bells are to saliva as cries for aid are to Mourn rushing ahead...

Mourn's head snapped towards the sound and she was off like a shot. No effort was made to hide the rustle and clatter of chainmail, though Mourn did slow to a cautious walk as she neared the first branch. Peeking around, she'd catch sight of a young elf woman up against the bars. A tremor of...

As a few final kicks burned away a bit of the adrenaline and crashed the door to the ground, Casey/Mourn indulged in a moment of thought. Decrepit cell conditions, no response to the noise except a call from far beyond, this place was less than ill equipped to hold anyone. Casey peeked out...

A pounding headache stirred him awake. "Holy...What did John put in the-," as he spoke the voice sounded odd, pitched higher and almost melodic. The muddled haze of his emerging thoughts couldn't wrap themselves around the question before a new set arose. A hand, rubbing across his forehead...