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Bravery hesitates as he positions the last of the trick candles on the pentagram altar. The circular formation of the flames seems to reflect across the archangel idol that sits near the decorative metal stage. Bravery frowns as the statue's eyes seem to reflect in an unnatural light through the dim hue of the Cabaret Room.

 

"Wyvern, I really don't like the feel of this... we should go."

 

"Awwww, come on!" Wyvern tosses Almost Dragonic Brand Haywire Pixie Wand Sparklers™ onto the altar in a tasteless display of festive cheer. "What's the worst that could happen?"

 

"The worst that could happen?" Bravery scratches his chin for a moment and turns to Wyvern. "Evisceration by archangels?"

 

"Errrr..." Wyvern drops the last of the sparklers and stares at the ground. "Well, no, not really."

 

"Breaching the Laws of the Astral and being permanently banned from ever returning to the ethereal plane?"

 

"Eheheh." Wyvern scratches the back of his head and shifts his tail nervously. "No, uhh, guess again."

 

"Having our souls reaved and used as channeling devices by the Dreamer?"

 

"No, ummm." Wyvern fiddles with his stinger in his claws as he watches Bravery's face darken. "Eheh, getting warmer...?"

 

"Please don't tell me this is going be a response about the potential taxation that shifting planes causes?" Bravery sighs and stares at the ceiling, only to jump as the altar begins to rumble. Wyvern quickly whips out a "Happy Birthday Zadown" flyer and tosses it onto the metal platform before racing out of the room after Bravery, full speed ahead.

 

;-)

 

OOC: Happy Birthday, Zadown. :) I hope you have a good one.

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Zadown of Old wanders through the corridors of the Pen, lost in his own thoughts as usual, when first Brute and then Wyvern run past him at breakneck speed. He frowns, glances at the direction they are going and then at the room they came from, and finally against his better judgement ambles inside, hand resting lightly on the hilt of his metalium katana.

 

Inside, the altar has ceased rumbling and now steams gently, its surface turning icy. Next to the altar a wobbling gate is forming, torn between existence and oblivion, crashing against the natural Laws with the Chaos of magic. Zadown's hand grips the hilt tighter, but still he walks on and grabs the flyer, a smile appearing on his normally so serious face when he reads it. As he lifts the flyer from the metal platform, something big with four legs leaps through the portal, making it collapse, and skids to a halt behind him. Zadown turns slowly and grins at the huge lynx that now stands in the room.

 

"Heya, Whitelynx. I see they got the summoning spell slightly wrong, as expected."

 

OOC: Thanks Wyvie! ^_^

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Zool watches the proceedings form his perch on the wall with mounting anxiety. Evisceration? Soul Reaving? Shifting planes? That doesn't sound good. At least he had the comfort of Bravery and Wyvern's company... "Wait!" he called after the rapidly receding characters, "Where are you going?" Too late. They were gone.

 

His gaze slowly turned to first read the flyer - "Zadown's birthday? How smashing!" - and then turned to the shimmering sizzling portal left by Wyvern's inept magic, his eys growing larger as the portal spastically grew in size, spitting ice and flashing discharges of blue energy.

 

Then Zadown came in. At first Zool felt a wave of great relief in seeing someone of such capability and strength, then it all came back to him that when the Dreamer got involved, people, monsters, gods, toads, warthogs, ostriches, trees, minor astral entities, major astral entities, and sometimes small planets tended to be obliterated.

 

Zool turned an interesting shade of zinc white when the lynx leaped out of the steaming portal. The scene froze.

 

"Happy Birthday Zadown," squeaked Zool, breaking the silence like the chop of an executioners axe, then turned and ran, disappearing out of frame .

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