@Pripovednik

Geoff quickly reached out and snatched the coin out of the air just as Hilda leapt up to grab it for himself. With the barmaid grumbling as she lifted herself up off the reed-strewn floor the barman quickly reach down under the counter and pulled out a complicated brass panel covered with glowing lights and buttons. Taking a key from his pocket he quickly slid it into place on the panel before tapping in complicated code, taking to steps to his left spinning a full circle clockwise and pulling down on a red lever.

"Room's all ready for you, Sir." He called up the stairway at Elderi's rapidly receding back before sliding the panel back out of view and turning his attention to the bar.

The three adventurers seemed enthralled with their conversation, passing the bottle of fog-apple extract amongst themselves as they discussed their plans with each other. THey seemed safe enough for now, but Geoff decided to keep an eye on them just in case they decided it would be a good idea to begin their quest with a robbery, it wouldn't have been the first time after all, and it had taken forever to get the ghost exorcised after the last bandit had tried it.

More worrying were the two sisters. Their heated little murmured conversation was beginning to look a little boisterous, and if what Geoff had seen of their powers so far was anything to go by he'd much prefer they continued their discussions elsewhere. Preferably a heavily shielded subterranean elsewhere, or failing that another dimension.

As he wondered how best to raise the subject without getting turned to ash, Geoff casually reached up for one of the tankards hanging from the bar and after fetching a 'fresh' tea towel from beside the sink began to slowly polish the container as he waited for the next order from one of his customers.

Avery brings the bottle up to his lips and strangely reminding you of a great pirate he says quite drunkenly " where's all the extract" then he says " Bartender we need another bottle oldest one you got " and with that he pulls out a platinum Druma and with surprising accuracy1 he throws it at Geoff.
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1. For a drunk man of course

@hiddenleafguy " Bartender we need another bottle oldest one you got "

As he watched the bottle crash into the wall on the far side of the tavern Geoff wondered whether the man really meant oldest or youngest, since he still had a few bottles of the minus two left. With a sigh the barman decided it was best not to try and explain cross-temporal pronouns with a man who'd just helped to empty a whole bottle of fog-apple extract and reached back for nineteen-year-old instead.

Holding the bottle carefully in both hands as he made his way over to the table, not trusting Hilda with such a rare vintage, Geoff found his mind wandering back to his days of rape and pillage. There's nothing like your first taste of a nineteen-year-old, he reminisced warmly, recalling the time he'd found a whole cellar stocked to the gills with fog-apple extract while sacking the city of Nuttigemadchen in the Hinterland Marshes.

With a wistful sigh he placed the bottle down in the middle of the three gents and held out his hand. "That'll be one ripe, juicy, full-bodied nineteen-year-old for your pleasures, Sirs. And 2 gold in exchange, if you please?"

Pulling out three gold Druma Avery then stops seems to think puts them back and pulls out ten platinum Druma and says "I would like to buy your whole stock of alcohol"
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So are we gonna get so drunk our hangover will last a month :)

Walking slowly up the dimly lit stairs Elderi reached the top after a minute - impossibly long staircase. Looking left and right there was but the same image. A wide corridor leading to a small arched window at around head height. Six doors , three to the left side and three to the right side. Looking again to the right it was the same, six doors...

Which is mine?

Walking over to the best looking door ( It was identical to the others, just had that sort of "open me" vibe going on) he pushed on the door and it swang open with a small noise, like a mouse.

Ah. It was a mouse, many mice infact. Staring at them, as they stared back, confused Elderi watched in further confusion as they seemed to pile upon eachother in what can only be described as a vermin orgy - or a 'Vorgy' as he would from this day call it. They're tails flapping around loosely, shades of grey and brown came together with loud high pitched squels; then a dark skinned man stood up from a kneeling position.

"Erm..."

The man was naked.

"Erm...could you? Please..."

He was still naked.

The man reached over to some ragged clothes and proceded to dress himself.

"Thankyou...I erm"

The way he bounced up and down to fit into his shorts was, well, less than pleasant.

" Oh dear...erm..could you stop...I"

Standing still, with a dirty old linen top on backwards and much too tight leather shorts on - the man spoke.

" Yes? Can I help you? "

Elderi could use the help to find his room, but he was not at all sure he could endure any more of the... present view.

" No, no I'm okay... erm, mice? " Elderi pointed to where the mice had just been multiplying.
" What? What are you talking about? " A small mouse ran up his leg and into his shorts.
" The mice? Was that you? Oh... " Elderi watched as the mouse seemingly disappeared among the...erm...
" I honestly don't know what you're talking about!"

The mans tail whipped back and forth, his buck teeth sitting over his bottom lip shaking angrily.

"Well...alright then. Excuse me."

Backing out of the room, Elderi turned to say goodbye just as the man whipped his leather off.

" Urgh...Oh..bye. " Barely containing the sick that rose to his throat.

Practically jumping away from the door, Elderi shook off the feeling of sickness and was faced with the opposite and indentical door ( This one also had an "open me" vibe, but Elderi wasn't going to trust that again). Walking back past the stairs and to the very end of the other corridor Elderis hand gripped the door handle of the far left door, pressing his ear against the oak. Silence

His wrist twisted and he slowly and timidly opened the door.

Please, no mice.

@Pripovednik

The room seemed normal enough, with a single bed set against a wall, stretching lengthway into the middle of the room, flanked on both sides by a small nightstand, one with a candlestick with a merrily flickering candle while the other had a large clockwork mechanism which seemed to be designed for telling the time in seventeen different time zones simultaneously, three of which were on different astral planes.

Outside the window a full moon shone down from a clear black sky onto a flawless white beach as dark waves crashed against the sand, which seemed a little stranger, as the Drum was at least two hundred miles from the nearest shoreline and when he'd arrived there'd been a crescent moon in the cloudy sky.

To the left of an entrance was a second door with a small sign which said "Bathroom", which again was a little strange since signs didn't normally talk. Nailed hastily below was a second, handwritten sign which read:
To the right was a large dressing table, its ancient wooden surface dented and worn. On top rested a tray of overturned cups, a large jug and a small iron cage inside of which sat a ting flickering fire sprite. Beside the cage was another sign, which read:

Noticing that someone had entered the room the fire sprite, who was presumably the Fiona referred to on the sign, looked up at Elderi with a cute little smile and asked, "^{Would you like me to make you some tea?}"

"No thankyou my little friend."

Kicking the heavy boots from his feet, Elderi slumped down onto the bed, reaching over to the candles and putting them out with his extended arm in a metal hood shape.

Reaching his hands around his back, his fingers linked, he stretched with a loud exhalation ahhhh. Laying back on his...back, Elderi closed his eyes.

What was that sound?

Hopefully not a vorgy...

As she staggered down the hall, giggling every time Bronte tripped over her own feet, which seemed to be every other steps, Astrape listened at one door and another trying to find the metal hunk who'd wandered off from the bar while giving her the obvious 'follow me for a night of passion' signals she'd learn to love.

Behind her Bronte dropped back on her backside, hitting the floor hard before reaching round and rubbing her rump rhythmically. "Oww..." She mumbled, before toppling over on her side, giggling hysterically.

Stepping over her Astrape gave a sigh, for all her big talk her twin sister really had a problem holding her liquor. Listening at the next door Astrape heard the obvious sound of a vorgy in full swing and quickly backed away, One of those in a lifetime is enough for me, thank you very much. She thought to herself quickly moving onto the next door.

"Where are you, Hunky?" She called out with another giggle, hoping the metal muscleman would hear. @Pripovednik

A loud thud echoed through the slightly open door to his room; now either those mice were getting rough, or someone just fell on their arse. Presuming the latter, and not wanting to leave said arse-lander out on the landing alone, Elderi heaved himself up off his bed and (simply because he didn't want to see anything more of the mice man) sent a finger around the corner, a small eye he had learnt to create.

At first the sight was blurry and he could see the occasional sliver of movement, but after a few moments the mist cleared and what he saw came into focus.

The Twins. @Genni

Now, on any other night he would of shown the twins the meaning of the words 'pleasure' (damn right) 'energy' (plenty where that came from) and 'soufflé' (longgggg story) but after a solid day of tiresome step after step he decided maybe tomorrow night would be a better option, unless he wanted to suffer a cardiac arrest that is.

Retracting his arm he was sure he heard some one say his name followed by much drunken giggling. Closing his eyes once more he melted himself down into the sheet of the bed and hid, blending into the pale blue of the beds covers, just in case they were particularly raunchy.

Mice man...Catchy.

"Is that someone peeking up my skirt..?" Mumbled Bronte as she saw the fingersnake's eyeball gazing in her direction and quickly pulled her legs together, "I think that snake want to play with us..." Her head was beginning to roll from side-to-side as Bronte struggled to keep it upright while the entire corridor seemed to want to wobble about all over the place.

Turning to see what her sister was talking about Astrape caught sight of something long and silver slipping back under a nearby door. "Is that what I think it is..?" She asked her sister, but glancing back she saw Bronte almost totally inebriated state and realised that the things her sister were seeing right now would be of no help in trying to recognise anything which actually existed as far as most people were concerned.

Moving over Astrape reached down and lifted her sister's arm up over her shoulders before she helped Bronte up onto her feet. "I don' wanna get up, I'll only fall down 'gain..." Bronte mumbled, but Astrape simply ignored her as she half-guided, half-carried Bronte over to the door they were looking for. Pulling it open Astrape quickly stepped through, her mouth splitting into a broad grin as she called out, "Hey Loverboy, are you in here?"

Glancing around the room she didn't see anyone there, only an unmade bed, a dimensional portal to an unknown land and a caged sprite for snacking in case she got hungry. With a disappointed sigh she quickly carried Bronte over and dropped her on the bed before heading back towards the bathroom. All this wandering around had really gotten her juices running and right now she needed to pee real bad.

"I think I'm gonna throw-up..." Bronte muttered, burying her face in the sheets as she rubbed her sore belly in small, tight circles.

Well...shit. @Genni

Bronte's bosoms smacked into Elderis face the bed sheets and her knees dug into places where things should NEVER be dug into. Morphing an arm up and out of the crowded bed, Elderi pulled himself slowly down to the other end.

Bronte's body squashed up against him, the occasional squeak as his metallic form rubbed against her organic one reminding him crazy this was, he could do nothing but be internally apologetic as well as stopping a part of him from shape shifting that usually shifted shape when attractive women were against him.

As he reached the end of the bed he morphed into a polite little red-leather topped stool and popped two small eyes out to replace two of the brass pins holding the embroidery to the wooden support. He couldn't risk going outside again. He would have to sit tight and wait, so sitting at the end of the bed he listened to the moans and groans of Bronte and was almost about to turn her on her back to give her air - when he heard the flush of a toilet and retracted his arm swiftly.

Turning back into the bedroom with a relieved sigh Astrape moved back towards her sister, almost stumbling over a small stool sitting in the middle of the room. Reaching down she quickly moved the surprisingly heavy seat up beside the bed before lifting her skirt and pressing her naked buttocks firmly against the leather cushion. The leather was pleasantly soft and Astrape couldn't help but jiggle around a little as she felt it gently molding itself to her backside.

Leaning over her sister, spreading her legs wider and rolling her crotch down to press into the leather as she did, Astrape reached over and helped rub Bronte's belly. "You know it's better to let it out then to try to keep it in." She said, pressing her hand hard up under her sister's ribs.

Opening her mouth wide Bronte belched out a huge burst of air which smashed apart the far wall and escaped off into the night's sky, where it later formed into a giant storm cloud which flooded the towns, a church and a brothel, which greatly surprised the preacher who'd just been... in the middle of a sermon at the church... naked... with a young lady under each arm... also naked...

@Gareth@hiddenleafguy"My dear inventor freind, that thing doesnt exsist. I have seen the dead corpse just a few days ago, a grupo of setterlers are using it as a base"

Immediately after hearing Richard say: "and a group of settlers has moved into it" Avery stands up and pulls a broad sword out of his pack that definitely shouldn't fit in it1 and begins cursing and walking at the same time, he then trips on his own feet before he gets outter the door, the broad sword flys out of his hand and ends up buried in the ceiling of the bar2.
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1. Without serious modification or ripping of course.

2.Not the second floor ceiling of course the second floor floor.

Shaking his head with a sigh Geoff gazed at the sword and axe both now deeply embedded in his ceiling. I wonder if I can convince people that it's a deliberate gimmick, like that place down in Los Dinium with the musical intruments on the wall... 'Hard Rack Tavern'..?

Thasseldar finished his last drink, and made sure it was paid for. He decided to put the last couple coins he had on the counter anyways; he would be off to deal with other matters, elsewhere.

Striding out the door with his staff, and taking in the sword that had just recently been embedded in the ceiling, he took one look back. "Until we meet again..." On that note, he walked into the forest... and did not appear again.

Clark just listened to Avery and Richardson, had some apple extract and continued listening to the both of them. Then he saw that avery lost a broadsword in the ceiling. He went to retrieve it and he saw some other dude take it and go into the Forest.

He turned back to his companions and said, "I'll get your sword back avery. The adventure will have to wait until I return." He stated to them both. Then he followed after Thasseldar and upon catching up to him, he called after him, "What are you doing with that sword? It is not yours."

@Genni Try to not to react to the extreme absurdity that was going on, Elderi quickly shot a finger out the door and knocked hard on the door, retracting his finger as fast as it extended.

He had to admit, the expierence was arousing interesting and he was really enjoying it.

But it was weird, and he was tired.

Hopefully Atrape would go to the door and Elderi could sneak under the bed atleast.

@Pripovednik

Turning as she thought she heard something, Astrape ground her crotch into the leather seat cushion, the soft material feeling wonderful against her skin, and brought her foot down just in time to land heavily on Elderi's extended finger as it was withdrawing back toward his stool-like body.

"Hello?" She called out, not entirely sure if she'd actually heard anything or not and not wanting to leave her ailing sister in her current state.

"...whosit..?" Mumbled Bronte, rolling over on the bed to peer up at her twin.

"Probably nothing, I'll just check," Astrape replied, confident there had actually been a sound if Bronte had heard it to. Quickly standing, straightening her dress over her legs as she did, Astrape paused for a moment to wipe the stool clean of the slight mess she'd made there with the hem of her outfit, her foot twisting on Elderi's finger as she turned first one way then the other.

Stepping away the lightning goddess quickly made her way over to the door, yanking it open roughly as she peered out into the hallway. Far down the other end of the passage Astrape spotted the retreating tail of a giant mouse as it vanished off down the stairs, but otherwise the corridor was deserted. Puzzled she turned back into the room, closing the door behind her, only to hear her stomach rumbling hungrily.

"^{Would you like me to make you some tea?}" Came a murmur from beside her and looking down Astrape saw the little snack sprite sitting in its cage. Licking her lips with anticipation Astrape reached out for the cage, only to be rewarded with a large spark of electricity running up from an old car battery hidden away behind the nightstand.

Writhing with pleasure Astrape gripped the cage tightly with her hand, savouring the power as it washed through her. "Mmm... Oh yes, right there!" She moaned breathlessly, overcome for several moments until finally the last of the juice flowed from the battery to be absorbed into the goddess's grasp.

Yanking the door of the now lifeless cage open, Astrape reached inside to grab the snack sprite, only for the little creature to suddenly burst out into the room, laughing hysterically as it grew rapidly in size faster with every second that passed as Astrape screamed in frustration.

@Genni

Almost screaming as Astrape dug her foot into his knuckles, Elderi watched in horror as she released the strange fey creature from its cage. Liquifing and skulking under the bed, Elderi pulled on his finger hard, whipped it out from beneath Astrape's and turned into a heavy block of metal.

Sat comfortably and cold beneath Brontes grumbling stomach he heard the throbbing and whizzing as the creature grew and grew, its hysterical laughter shaking the room.

Pushing a pin-head thin sliver of himself down through the floor boards, he waited until he felt the warmth from the hearth before morphing said sliver into his head.

He could see the bar, and his reflection almost made him jump as he peered at the sword and battleaxe blades stuck by his head.

" Geoff, it seems a fey creature of the threatening - and yet cute - kind is about to wreak havoc in one of your rooms. Fiona is it?!" @SimplyJohn

Whipping his head pack up, forgetting to reform Elderi yelped out as he smacked his temple off the ceiling and his eyes went blurry. Trying to speak but nothing of comprehension (perhaps that creature could understand) coming out.
"Oywch! Mhuurrbb...haaaeerddd...fhurhddsss" he said, his tongue hanging lazyily between his lips.

" Pwweause Helgggup? "Elderis head hung limply as he fell asleep, a soft snoring escaping from his lips.