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Resorje and the others ended up in the Teeth of madness, at the entrance of the labyrinth. He coughed from having the air knocked out of him, then got up. He then used some more of the Divine energy he was given to open a portal, since it wouldn't make the curse activate. "Great, now I'm only useful to turn spells off and open gates. Just great." He and the others walked through into the Rift, outside his mother's forbidden colossus. He sent the Golems to take the Arch-fiends to the Lab space they were made in and then he sat down in thought. He had lost one of the things that made him him, all because he wanted to show his aunt a lesson, even at his mother's expense. He had expected her to have a tantrum, but rather, she was petty and took away his magic by making it even more dangerous to use it. Like it wasn't dangerous enough already. His mother was going to have a field day with his punishment.
Dirka woke up, and the hangover hit her hard. She got up off a terrified Deruga, who had vomit on his shoulder and a lot of scratches and holes in his robes. They looked at each other, she looked away embrassed and he simply sighed and dropped his head. "You need to learn control when it comes to high spirits." She got up with a huff and inspected herself. All she wore was a tore under robe, grime on her legs and arms, and the rest of her clothes were scattered on the floor. She snapped her fingers and a towel came to her. She grabbed her clothes and headed to the garden awkwardly. "I need to be cleaned. Im sure you have things to do, so...um...shew!" She said sheepishly.
Deruga laid there for a moment, simply stunned. His wife had just spent the last hour before falling asleep chasing him and attacking him, and she get's up half a Day on Earth, a whole 36 hours in the Rift, and doesn't even say a thing about it.
That'd be something she'd tease him about, but now he was surprised. And worried.
Dirka woke up, and the hangover hit her hard. She got up off a terrified Deruga, who had vomit on his shoulder and a lot of scratches and holes in his robes. They looked at each other, she looked away embrassed and he simply sighed and dropped his head. "You need to learn control when it comes to high spirits." She got up with a huff and inspected herself. All she wore was a tore under robe, grime on her legs and arms, and the rest of her clothes were scattered on the floor. She snapped her fingers and a towel came to her. She grabbed her clothes and headed to the garden awkwardly. "I need to be cleaned. Im sure you have things to do, so...um...shew!" She said sheepishly.
Deruga laid there for a moment, simply stunned. His wife had just spent the last hour before falling asleep chasing him and attacking him, and she get's up half a Day on Earth, a whole 36 hours in the Rift, and doesn't even say a thing about it.
That'd be something she'd tease him about, but now he was surprised. And worried.