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[Dragooble]

"so strife! open the bag now please! i want to know whats inside!"

[WorkerDrone]

"Hey! What is in the bag? Is it nachos? I like nachos. Ooooh whats that?!" The little green elephant stuggles up a sofa and points at The Lady. "Do you like Nachos?!" A bowl of upturned nachos appears over her head. The Nachos freeze in midair. A hooded figure stands in the door way. It raises a hand of bone and Fred is lifted off the sofa, and outside the room. The entire time eating from a bowl of Nachos.

"Sorry. He got out again."  A green portal opens up and the reaper, and the green elephant-thingie, are gone.

The bowl of nachos then unfreezes, pouring its contents on The Lady.

[Armok]

Armok has bee asleep again for a while now.

[deadlycairn]

On the Lady might not be the correct definition. Through the lady would be closer to the truth.
"I told you, I am but a personification of magic. The form you see is incorporeal, merely a... visual aid, so to speak."
As she speaks, spilled nacho cheese spreads out in a puddle through her feet, a vaguely disconcerting sight

[WorkerDrone]

A head pops out of the still slightly open portal. The green Elephant, same goofy smile on his face. "I like Nachos! Yes." A hand pulls him back in before the portal closes.

[Strife26]

"I actually won? That's . . . unexpected."

Strife takes the bag. Absently looking at the other gods, he places his hand inside the bag.

"Let's see here.   What the bloody hell?!"

Strife quickly withdraws his hand from the offending bag. It's soaking wet. Strife shakes his hand, semi-franticly.

"It's . . . root beer? How does that work?"

Strife gingerly tips the bag to the side a bit. A trickle of root beer poors out. And poors. And poors. After a not unsizable puddle has formed on the ground, Strife stops, looking sheepish.

"I guess that it must be infinite. Sheesh, the strangest things happen here."

[WorkerDrone]

The portal opens again. "I like root beer!" The green elephant grabs the bag and jumps back into the portal again. Which closes extremely fast.

[Strife26]

"Bloody hell. Can anyone open interdimensional portals here?"

[Strife26]

"No one? I'd sort of like to get my prize back. How about an enchanted map that would allow me to walk there? Give me a hand here!"

[deadlycairn]

"Ill open a portal for ya. Just give me a sec... ah! Thats it!"
Damien begins to draw strange shapes and symbols on the floor. Wherever he traces, a glowing line is left. Finally, he straightens out, and mutters something you don't quite catch. The symbols glow brighter and brighter, until finally they form a shimmering wall of light.
"Just step in there, and it should take you to the elephant... thing. No guarantees though, I had to make a few guesses as to its nature."

[Strife26]

"I hope that this works."

With his hands firmly in his pockets, Strife walks through the portal and vanishes from sight. Some low mubling is heard, followed by several gunshots.

[WorkerDrone]

Stife is kicked through the portal, flying into a pillar, with a loud crash. The bag of Root Beer is over his head, dumping large quantitys on him. The head shrouded with a black hood appears through the Portal.

"Stay out of the Underworld. You and your guns are about as welcomed here as Fredburger."

The 'man' quickly reenters his head into the portal, forcing it shut, with only a quick last word thrown in.

"Fred says, enjoy your root beer, scoundrel."

A second voice quickly says...

"Yes."

[Strife26]

"Go to hell."

Strife gets to feet and shakes his head. Root beer is scattered everywhere, sizling as it hits the fire. Rubbing his hair to dislodge some remaining drops, Strife curses under his breath. He dusts off his trenchcoat next. The liquid beads and falls off, leaving no stains.

[deadlycairn]

Damien starts to fidget
"I hope no one minds if i do a bit of shape-changing? I'm just out of practice, and no-one else seems to be doing much"
With that rather blunt statement, Damien begans to flicker. His body flows from one shape to the next, slowly at first, but then faster. Most of the forms seem like relatively normal male humans, if a bit young, but one was a grinning skeleton in a hooded cloak, and a few looked female.

[Strife26]

"Was there a point to that, pray tell?"

Strife returns to his couch and starts reading again.