We have narrowly escaped an Island of Lies. Or perhaps illusions is a better word. It was one of the more bizarre experiences of my life. After we escaped the sharks beasts and found ourselves stranded... I dug into the sand and found a chest of gold. A lot of gold. The memory of this find is amazing, but disturbing. Since I was so convinced that it was real, and that it was mine... and then I suddenly thought how strange it was, and when I turned around, it was gone.
It is hard to repeat the journey, even on paper, since it was so fantastical that I find it embarrassing to recount, even if magic was involved. For who would have believed that we would dig up 100,000 pieces of eight... and then visit a friendly dragon who had a library filled with fanciful magic books, a dwelling which both Helene and Krastus vanished in a blink of blue light. Then we were sent out a back door to meet a... this pains me to write... Teleportation Monster. Who preferred the term Teleportation Person.
And it gets worse. Since we consented to be teleported to an evil Lich's house, rather than visit Buster the Giant Friendly Albatross... Serene vanished... and both Carlton and I attacked the Lich, took painful wounds on ourselves, and vanished... only to appear in a cell of sorts... and then a tiny bunny-rabbit wearing all of Sira's guns appeared...
I supposed what we were seeing was now reality, since we were in a cell, with strange guards who took us to see a girl ruler who was some sort of sorceress. She wanted us to entertain her with some stories or actions... but we couldn't do that. So she decided for us to draw straws and fight a hellhound in a pit.
Carlton drew the short stick and was cast into the pit. He got off a good hit on the beast, but soon was overwhelmed. Krastus decided to leap into the pit as well... and as soon as he did, a second hellhound appeared and in a massive explosion of magic... Krastus killed it. But then Krastus was also unconscious from the effort... it was not a good moment.
I stepped forward and begged the sorceress for mercy. She demanded entertainment, so I tried a joke I had heard. I saw her crack a smile, but said it wasn't good enough. She proceeded to turn Krastus into a mirror image of Serene. Which upset her quite a bit. Serene, that is. Krastus was still knocked out. I tried another joke, this one much riskier as if I failed, the hellhound was to rip Carlton apart. But apparently the joke worked and the sorceress began giggling. She said we could have a wish. Carlton blurted out he wanted Krastus to be back to normal.
And so it is that we find ourselves back on our new ship... uninjured, physically that is, and making haste from this accursed island.
It is hard to repeat the journey, even on paper, since it was so fantastical that I find it embarrassing to recount, even if magic was involved. For who would have believed that we would dig up 100,000 pieces of eight... and then visit a friendly dragon who had a library filled with fanciful magic books, a dwelling which both Helene and Krastus vanished in a blink of blue light. Then we were sent out a back door to meet a... this pains me to write... Teleportation Monster. Who preferred the term Teleportation Person.
And it gets worse. Since we consented to be teleported to an evil Lich's house, rather than visit Buster the Giant Friendly Albatross... Serene vanished... and both Carlton and I attacked the Lich, took painful wounds on ourselves, and vanished... only to appear in a cell of sorts... and then a tiny bunny-rabbit wearing all of Sira's guns appeared...
I supposed what we were seeing was now reality, since we were in a cell, with strange guards who took us to see a girl ruler who was some sort of sorceress. She wanted us to entertain her with some stories or actions... but we couldn't do that. So she decided for us to draw straws and fight a hellhound in a pit.
Carlton drew the short stick and was cast into the pit. He got off a good hit on the beast, but soon was overwhelmed. Krastus decided to leap into the pit as well... and as soon as he did, a second hellhound appeared and in a massive explosion of magic... Krastus killed it. But then Krastus was also unconscious from the effort... it was not a good moment.
I stepped forward and begged the sorceress for mercy. She demanded entertainment, so I tried a joke I had heard. I saw her crack a smile, but said it wasn't good enough. She proceeded to turn Krastus into a mirror image of Serene. Which upset her quite a bit. Serene, that is. Krastus was still knocked out. I tried another joke, this one much riskier as if I failed, the hellhound was to rip Carlton apart. But apparently the joke worked and the sorceress began giggling. She said we could have a wish. Carlton blurted out he wanted Krastus to be back to normal.
And so it is that we find ourselves back on our new ship... uninjured, physically that is, and making haste from this accursed island.
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