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[AlleeCat]

"Well, as much as I hate to leave my muscle behind, it looks like I'm going in alone. Why don't you go back and report our findings? It shouldn't take that long, seeing as you can fly and all."

[My Name is Immaterial]

((It doesn't go anywhere. It's just this one chamber.))

[AlleeCat]

Oh, well if I don't have to explore then we can both go back. I see no reason to prod these strange blobs.

[My Name is Immaterial]

In the center of the room, a thin, long purple worm sits curled on a rock. It lazily opens a beady eye.
In your heads sound a slimy but arrogant voice. "Seize them."
(Will rolls: 20, 20)(Well then. This deserves something special.)
Both of you feel something in the back of your brain, and instead of brushing it away or ignoring it, you seize it, and follow as it flees out of your head.
On the other side, you are in an alien mind. The occupying consciousness is off-balance, and you smash it into a thousand shards.
You can now see through two new eyes in the back of your head, looking at your hair. Behind these new eyes, there must be knowledge locked away, but you'll have to retrieve it later; the Puppeteer Countess is looking at you strangely. Wait, how did you know that?

You do realize this was directed at you and Remuthra, right?

[AlleeCat]

Nope, I did not. Maybe I just assumed that everything that was actually happening was happening with the rest of the party and we were in some kind of boring bubble of not-stuff-happening.

[lawastooshort]

Shoot crossbow at worm and then leave, assuming everyone else wants to do so.

[My Name is Immaterial]

Nope, I did not. Maybe I just assumed that everything that was actually happening was happening with the rest of the party and we were in some kind of boring bubble of not-stuff-happening.

Well, I burst the bubble. Come and get your plot! Get it while it's hot!

Shoot crossbow at worm and then leave, assuming everyone else wants to do so.

It's an easy shot, since it's just floating there, not trying to dodge. It hits, dealing 4 damage. The beam that had dimmed before winks out, leaving a gaping hole in the creature's side.

It is Rolepgeek's turn.

[Remuthra]

No!

Gregory rips and tears at the abominations, then begins to smash through the wall.

[My Name is Immaterial]

The one on the rock, or the one on the back of your head?

[Remuthra]

The one(s?) on me. Then I start battering through the wall to get to the purple one.

[AlleeCat]

Now, I'm a little conflicted, because on one hand, I hate when anything messes with my head, but on the other, this thing on the back of my skull could prove useful in finding out who is messing with my head. Let's see what happens when Gregory pulls his out. Oh, and I'll also make sure he can't touch mine yet.

[Remuthra]

Gregory naturally assumes you'll pull it out yourself.

[My Name is Immaterial]

You grab at the back of your neck, and your massive fist closes around a slimy purple worm. You squeeze and squeeze and bash it against the wall, and as you do so, it feels like a Storm Giant is brutalizing one of your limbs until it is turned into gibs.

I assume that this does not stop you from continuing.

[Remuthra]

'Course not. When your wounds heal within a minute, you tend to become pretty resistant to excruciating pain.

[My Name is Immaterial]

It explodes in a burst of slime, blood and flesh. You slowly turn to the worm in the cave, and begin carving yourself a larger door.

(Time to stat up a Puppeteer Countess.)