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[Yoink]

((Oh no I do not like where this is going))

Timothy's imperceptible eyes widened with worry.
"Aw noes, I's not likes where dis be going..."
If this kept up, he might just fade away forever! And then who would help his friends?! That's right, nobody. Er, well. Timothy was already well on his way to becoming a literal nobody. He wasn't about to let that happen!

"Yaagh! Gets back here, self! We is havin' works ta do!"

>Anchor self back to the material plane and re-materialize! Fight the fading! Think of all the people relying on me for various semi-urgent nonsense! Pull yourself together, Timothy! Remember the Circus! Remember happier times! Remember... Yes, remember Dorothy! And of course remember Hansel, Bob, Fred, Jim and everyone else!
You can't just leave them and go floating off into non-existence! What sort of reckless, self-centered ghost would do such a thing?!

Timothy let loose a fearsome, if possibly imperceptible, screech of fury as he strained with all might to claw his way back to unlife!

[Harry Baldman]

Rapidly fading from the material plane...

Timothy attempts to fight this horrible, horrible sensation of disconnectedness and the all-too-real possibility of dropping off this plane of existence altogether! It cannot happen to him while he has important stuff to do! Perhaps later, at lunch would be a better time!

[Anchoring roll: 1]

He anchors himself successfully! Not to this plane, unfortunately enough, but somewhere quite close to it! As to keeping his proverbial shit on the material plane, this clearly isn't going to happen anymore. This is a bad thing, Timothy guesses as he slips out of conventional existence and into something altogether different.

Okay, he's definitely not on the material plane. He can safely say this due to the contingent of waltzing hyenas gallivanting through a room of spiraling lightning bolts that is somehow located inside a dodecahedron being swallowed by a skeletal hippo. The skeletal hippo hums with delight at the treat, then turns to Timothy.

"Hi! How are you feeling today? I'm feeling wonderful. Are you feeling wonderful? Because I am."

Well, he's been to worse places, to tell the truth.

[killerhellhound]

Mark trys to attach the bones to make a bone dragon

[Onyxjew944]

'My, is everyone this batshit insane?'

Bite his ankles until he dies of either blood loss or shame.

[killerhellhound]

This is bay12 being sane is believed to be a freak of nature I know this because my sanity jumps me often and try’s to beat some sense back into my head. While reading bay 12 normally sends it back to huddling in the corner along with physics and reality.

[Gamerlord]

Help mark.

[killerhellhound]

Help mark.

If it works (or not) we need to find another body and I will make you into a dragon

[Harry Baldman]

In the basement of the Temple of Velusius...

Despite his severe lack of tools, Mark starts his very next Yorinnsud Improvement Project, or YIP.

[YIP roll: 4]

He takes a bunch of arm bones and makes a pair of makeshift wings for Yorinnsud, attaching them to the shoulder blades. They look pretty, but do little else, unfortunately. He supposes Yorinnsud could use them to sort-of stab people. Although these particular bones are not particularly sharp. Ho hum and all that.

Sometimes he just feels so uninspired.


In the woods...

Faced with a charging and possibly inebriated stranger, Tom tries to bite the bugger's ankles with extreme ankle-prejudice.

[Tom vs. Stranger: 5 vs. 2-1]

He chews one of the stranger's ankles clean off! Oh dear!

[Stranger balance roll: 1]

This is obviously not a very good thing for one as inebriated as this guy, as he immediately falls backwards, braining himself on the head with his impromptu club, then losing grip on the branch as it rolls into a nearby ditch.

"Augh, dammit! Why does this always happen to me!"

[Tom vs. Totally Trashed Stranger: 1 vs. 2-1-1]

Tom watches in amazement as the stranger tries to roll away, but only manages to get himself tangled in a thorn bush. He'd nibble on the helpless fellow, but he seems to be in extreme pain already, and it seems quite inappropriate to bite someone who is already screaming hideously.

[TTS entanglement management roll: 4]

The stranger manages to free himself from the bush and chooses to use Tom's general confusion to kick at him!

[TTS vs. Tom: 2+1-1 vs. 2+1]

He misses utterly and completely. Oh well. Time to rob him even of the minor joy of kicking.

[Tom vs. TTS: 6 vs. 6-1-1]

He grabs the stranger's other ankle and chews with all his might! He gets about a third of the way through before the man tries to kick himself free!

[TTS vs. Tom: 4 vs. 1+1]

This time, oddly enough, he is kicked away a good distance! Looks like it's hard to miss a skeleton that is chewing on your foot. Tom considers his next move as he dusts himself off from about ten feet away.

[Gamerlord]

Continue on helping Mark improve me.

((In case khh isn't on, do more arms.))

[killerhellhound]

auto follow Gamerlords plans.
also after this we need to find something big and take its skin and muscles so we can make you flight capable.

[Harry Baldman]

In the basement of a Velusian temple...

Mark looks at his handiwork. Yorinnsud looks rather pretty now, but she could be better! But how?

Ooh, he's got it! Arms! Arms are like friends, you see. The more, the merrier.

[Medicine roll: 5]

He grabs a set of four skeletal arms and goes on to skillfully attach them to Yorinnsud's body, shaking with delight when the limbs start to twitch and move as Yorinnsud's essence begins to permeate them! She looks pretty mean now, with six arms, four of which are skeletal, two skeleton wings that look pretty badass despite being essentially useless and a very, very bad attitude that has made all this possible.

[Gamerlord]

Now horns and a long, scorpion like tail.

[anailater]

Finally!
Attack them, aim for head bites, eat the flesh from their bodies and use dog bones in my body.

[Harry Baldman]

In a Velusian basement...

Yorinnsud instructs Mark on what exactly she wants in the next step of her dastardly and absolutely fiendish makeover. You see, she wants to become the prettiest chimera in all the land, and nothing is going to stop her! Mark then goes on to try to perform her request to the best of his not inconsiderable ability!

[Mark medicine roll: 3]

He takes two skeletal fingers that are readily available and sticks them on Yorinnsud's head. He then judges her to be just perfect as she is, as a scorpion tail is something best left to disgusting showoffs with no sense of moderation and class, not undead men and women of taste and distinction like him and his delightful test subject.


Some distance from a pack of horrid dogs...

Luke, spying his worst enemy in the distance, needs but a second of thought before bouncing to meet them in totally not absolutely ridiculous combat to the death.

As he creakily bounces to the canine fiends, they look upon him with interest. When he begins to snap at them, they get the picture quickly enough.

[Luke vs. Dog: 5 vs. 4+1]

As he pounces, the dog he targeted jumps back, now alert and, quite frankly, rather pissed. It and its companions then charge at Luke!

[17 Dogs vs. Luke: 4+3 vs. 1+1-2]

The dogs overwhelm the metallic shark, flipping it over and toying with it for quite a while before judging it to be quite inedible. Not seeing any other thing to be done, they bugger off immediately afterwards, leaving Luke flipped over and humiliated in the middle of the street.

Stupid dogs.

[anailater]

"Fuck Dogs, time to activate plan fucking witches.
HEY ASSORTED CHAOTIC MAGES AND WIZARDS, I'M LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO TURN ME INTO SOME SORT OF ANIMAL, BARNYARD OR OTHERWISE!"
Call out for mages.