The Hatter's Tea Party (Part Six)
If you missed the beginning and want to go back and catch up, the following links are provided:
Part One: https://beekaydubya.blogspot.com/2018/04/the-hatters-tea-party-part-one.html
Part Two: https://beekaydubya.blogspot.com/2018/04/the-hatters-tea-party-part-two.html
Part Three: https://beekaydubya.blogspot.com/2018/04/the-hatters-tea-party-part-three.html
Part Four: https://beekaydubya.blogspot.com/2018/04/the-hatters-tea-party-part-four.html
Part Five: https://beekaydubya.blogspot.com/2018/04/the-hatters-tea-party-part-five.html
DAY FOURTEEN (December 12th), 8:05 am
Arthur
calls upon the magic of his shield to rise into the air so he can have a better
view of his allies. Once they are in
sight, he activates the power of his helm and *POPS* out of existence,
reappearing in the midst of the group less than a moment later.
Shadow
approaches the burrow. He calls upon his
arcane sight to scan the area to be sure that there are not wards waiting to be
triggered as he closes in. The drow also
carefully checks the ground for tripwires, dead falls or anything else that may
set off a trap of a more mundane variety.
Drax watches him from the edge of the trees, watching his dark elf
companion’s trail and alert for enemies who may be in hiding.
“You
found the Rabbit Hole? Great! Let’s get the others and get the hell out of
here!” Kysek exclaims. “I hope they
haven’t eaten too much of that enchanted food because I will leave without
them.” Kysek makes his way back inside
and through the White Rabbit’s house. As
he reaches the front door, he sees both queens standing beside Ra’ziir, notices
Nightwatcher lying on the ground beside the table and Raven’s absence. He calls back over his shoulder, “Shadow, we
have a problem…”
Desmond frees himself from Hansuke’s grasp and thanks the tattooed monk for his aid. He whistles for his wolf, Tank to come to him before turning and asking what the next stage of the plan will be. The monk scowls, having lost track of most of his companions in the confusion surrounding the party. “Something is wrong. Where is everyone? They need to get back here!”
Niklas sets Cedron down and the bard-priest looks at him in frustration. “What’s going on her Niklas? Why are you pulling me away from such a delightful tea party? Who are these women and where is Raven?” The woodsman tells Cedron, “I’ll explain in a minute. Just wait here. I have to go get Grotto away from that table.” He watches the minstrel-priest closely for a few more seconds to make sure he doesn’t rush back to the table before heading back in to retrieve the dwarf. He sees the two queens and gives them a wide berth, not wanting to have the same fate Raven suffered to befall him as well.
For his part, Raven wonders what the hell just happened. He flexes his fingers and they feel normal but his webbed digits do not seem to respond to his commands. As he looks at Korbin he thinks that the crow looks like its normal size in relation to him but his mind tells him that the bird ought to appear much larger than it currently does. Realization dawns on him and he shouts to gain the others’ attention but all they can hear is “RIBBIT! RIBBIT! RIBBIT!”
Ra’ziir instantly springs into action upon seeing Raven’s transmogrification. “HELL NO!” he thunders. “You don’t turn my friend into a frog and get to live! Look lively, #@$%&^*@! Raven is down!” The gold elf’s voice echoes down the road and around the house, alerting the others that something is going on back at the road. The bladesinger spins away from the Red Queen, fingers flying through the arcane motions of a spell as he casts an enchantment of speed upon his allies. He pivots, obsidian blade leading the way, smoke billowing from its glassy black surface and launches an assault on the monarch. A wooden croquet mallet appears in her hand and she raises it to deflect the blows but Ra’ziir is too fast for her. His enchanted blade slips past her defenses, cutting her across the left thigh and down the side of her right arm, shredding the sleeve of her crimson gown. She backpedals but the half-elemental pursues, launching blow after blow at her, enraged by the transformation of his long-time friend.
The White Queen clears her throat, “Desist NOW. I can see that you think my sister has, perhaps, gone too far but your friend’s mind is still his own. Should you cause her any irreparable harm; I will make him believe that he has always been a frog so even if you manage to restore his body, he will believe that he is a frog transformed into a person for the rest of his days.”
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