Freaky Sunday
Live session 20 October 2024
The chaos in the room is overwhelming, but the sheer absurdity of it all keeps me moving. My instincts are on overdrive. No worries, we’ll help you! I hear Jaf’ar shout to Malik.
Malik’s muffled voice echoes from beneath the stone dome. “Malik is on the floor, under the dome!” Jaf’ar clarifies.
“No shit!” I snap, frustration bleeding through my voice.
Farryn acts quickly, using Stone Shape to dissolve the dome, freeing Malik. As the stone crumbles, Farryn demands, “Where is Halaster?! We can kill him, and there are treasures here too!”
Patience, ever calm in the face of madness, addresses the dragon. “Why were you here as a raven?”
The dragon’s massive head swivels to her, his voice a growl that vibrates the room. “I was betrayed and imprisoned!”
The tension crackles like lightning. The dragon scans the room, his nostrils flaring as he takes in the air. “Show yourself,” he commands, focusing suddenly on the south—directly where Patience is standing.
He rears back and unleashes a torrent of icy breath in her direction. For a moment, I think the attack is aimed at her, but then—Halaster! He materializes, shimmering in the cold mist. The dragon’s true sight has pierced his illusion!
The dragon lunges at Halaster, teeth bared, closing the distance for melee. Halaster reacts quickly, hurling a Fireball at his attacker. The blast engulfs the dragon, but the damage is minimal—dragon scales are made for fire.
Meanwhile, Malik, ever the unpredictable one, is… doing the worm? On the ground? My mind can’t process that right now.
Jaf’ar steps forward, staff of power in hand. He waves it, and suddenly Halaster is frozen mid-air, motionless, hovering just in front of the dragon’s massive beak. Halaster’s laugh rings out—maniacal and sharp. He snaps his fingers.
Suddenly, I feel… wrong. I look down at my hands—or rather, Malik’s hands. My head whips up in confusion, and I see Malik in my body.
“WHAT THE HELL?!” I shout, but it’s not my voice—it’s Malik’s.
Halaster’s smug grin wavers as he glances down at himself, his confidence dissolving into bewilderment. He tries to headbutt the dragon but is still paralyzed.
Malik emerges from the rubble, shouting, “I’M FARRYN! I’M IN THE BODY OF MALIK! WHAT IS THIS TINY BODY?!” His tiny frame vibrates with fury.
Patience, ever the strategist, casts a shimmering globe around Halaster. It moves him closer to the dragon.
Then, everything turns upside down—literally. I blink, and I’m… the dragon.
I feel the weight of my enormous body, the power coursing through me. My massive wings unfurl, and my tail swishes instinctively. My jaw drops as I hear my voice echo, deeper and richer than ever before: “HOLY SMOKES!”
Trying to orient myself, I shove Halaster away from my enormous frame. But in my panic, my tail accidentally swipes at my own body. Ugh, this is so confusing.
Jaf’ar enters the fray, but he doesn’t look like himself. He’s wearing Halaster’s smug expression—and it clicks. That’s Halaster!
“WHUT,” I growl, both dragon and incredulous.
Halaster-Jaf’ar begins to cast, but Patience counters it immediately. I don’t know who’s in Patience’s body anymore—it’s impossible to keep track.
The door behind Halaster suddenly vanishes, replaced by solid wall. Patience—or whoever—is livid. “IDIOT! NOW YOU’LL HAVE TO DIE!”
Halaster snaps his fingers again.
I’m back in my body. Thank the gods—but I’m falling.
“CRAP!”
The air rushes past me as I plummet, and I hear Grond crashing down somewhere nearby. Halaster’s mocking laughter echoes around me as I scramble to my feet. Fury ignites in my chest.
Not wasting a second, I nock two arrows and fire them in quick succession. Both find their mark.
Halaster smirks, his voice dripping with condescension. “Ouch, that hurts a little.”
His words are fuel to my fire. “I’m just getting started.”
Everything is a whirlwind of chaos and action. Hallaster’s laugh echoes through the room as events unravel faster than I can process.
Lightning arcs from Hallaster’s fingers, aimed at Malik, Patience, and me, but the Globe of Invulnerability shields us. The bolt fizzles against the invisible barrier, crackling harmlessly away. Farryn hurls his hammer with precision, but the strike narrowly misses as Hallaster cackles, his focus unbroken.
Wild plants sprout rapidly, twisting and growing uncontrollably across the floor. The chaotic magic seems to spare the globe’s interior, leaving us a brief sanctuary amid the madness.
The dragon, now fully enraged, barrels toward Hallaster, jaws snapping. Jaf’ar’s spell crackles as he casts Disintegrate, a ray of pure destruction slamming into Hallaster’s form. The dark wizard winces but grins, snapping his fingers yet again.
Suddenly, my stolen body emits a strange, resonating hum. A sinking realization grips me—Hallaster is in my body.
Patience lashes out instinctively, landing a sharp attack on me. Or rather, Hallaster-as-me.
“CRAP,” I mutter, panic setting in. In desperation, I throw Hallaster’s magic wand toward Patience, trusting that they’re still on our side.
Then Malik’s voice, in the dragon’s deep, rumbling tones, calls out. “Who’s little body is this?!” The disorientation is palpable, and I barely suppress a hysterical laugh.
A moment later, I hear another voice—a mix of frustration and desperation—“WHERE IS MY MAGIC? WHERE IS IT?” That has to be Jaf’ar.
I see Farryn swinging his hammer at my body. “OMG! SORRY GWEN!” His attack misses its mark, slamming into the portal instead. Energy crackles, and fire erupts, spreading across the floor.
The flames lick around me, but they don’t seem to cause any harm. I land lightly, relieved for a brief moment.
From the corner of my eye, I see Patience casting Disintegrate at my body, and my stomach twists. My poor body—Hallaster still controlling it—looks wrecked.
The dragon roars and pounces, claws tearing into my stolen body. Ice and snow burst outward as the form collapses, splitting in two under the force. I feel a strange clarity, a 360-degree awareness filling my senses.
Hovering above my body’s remains, a small ball of flame floats gently, radiating a sinister energy. Hallaster’s laugh echoes eerily from the orb.
Jaf’ar, quick on his feet, flies up and dispels the magic surrounding the flame. The fire winks out with a hiss.
My consciousness lurches suddenly, violently pulled away from Hallaster’s shattered form. I float, disembodied, searching desperately for a host. For a moment, I feel nothing but emptiness, a horrifying void. Then, I anchor in a body—Farryn’s.
I blink, adjusting to my new perspective. I hear Maliks voice—now coming from Hallasters body—shouting, “OH NO, I’M THE BAD GUY!” Then, inexplicably, he bites his own tongue, blood pooling in his mouth.
It dawns on me: without his tongue, Hallaster can’t cast spells. If he’s doing this, it must be a party member in his body. My mind races to keep up.
I force myself to focus. “I’m Farryn now,” I mutter, glancing at Grond. If I’m going to survive this, I need to protect Farryn’s companions and tools. I run back to the Globe of Invulnerability, hammer in hand, ready to strike if Hallaster makes a move.
“HEY GUYS! LOOK! I’M FARRYN!” I shout.
My call is interrupted by a fiery moth—or maybe a butterfly—fluttering into the room. It glows ominously, making a beeline for Patience – inhabited now by Hallasters sould. In a flash of magic, it teleports them away.
Calyx appears. His gnomish form radiates malevolent glee, his wicked smile chilling me to my core. “Why, Farryn… why didn’t you come and rescue me?” His voice is soft, but the venom in his words is unmistakable.
Patience—or Hallaster in Patience’s body—unleashes a Psychic Surge aimed directly at me. Pain lances through my mind, almost unbearable. Though my old body is gone, the damage still hits like a truck. I stumble, vision swimming.
The dragon, undeterred, takes to the air. With a mighty roar, it unleashes its icy breath on both Patience and Calyx.
Jaf’ar strides forward, his face grim. “You’re done for,” he growls, weaving a spell that crackles with raw energy.
I steady myself, Farryn’s hammer heavy in my hands. My mind is reeling, but my body doesn’t shift again.
I’m still Farryn. For now.
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