Day Five of the Odinsleep (What Fresh Hell Is This?)

NOTE: WHEN I WROTE THIS ADVENTURE, IT WAS INTENDED FOR THREE PLAYERS IN PARTICULAR WHO HAVE SINCE MORE OR LESS DROPPED OUT OF THE CAMPAIGN BUT I PUT A LOT OF EFFORT INTO THIS AND HAVE NO INTENTION OF WASTING WHAT I THINK IS A PERFECTLY SERVICABLE ADVENTURE.

Day Five of the Odinsleep; (12:06 pm)

After days of constant battling on the fields outside of Asgard the party decided to travel to Loki's tower to confront the enemy in his lair.  Despite setbacks along the way, the adventurers defeated Malekith the Accursed.  As the heroes prepared to do battle with the God of Mischief, Loki slashed the air with his hand in a sweeping motion and shouted, “BEGONE!” There was a blinding flash of light and then everything went dark.

An unknowable amount of time passes.  Grotto calls out to his companions, Niklas calls out to anyone who may be in the void.  Ra'ziir imagines himself becoming one with the cosmos.  Shadow tries to make sense of what is happening.  Cedron slips his “silent coin” into folds of his cloak, saving it for later.  Raven and Kysek cast about with their senses, searching for an enemy to strike at.

When your vision returns, you find yourselves in a land of soft, pastel colors.  The whole place looks too perfect to be real. A gently rolling meadow stretches as far as you can see, dotted with occasional, beautiful trees. The road you are standing on stretches to a distant little village that looks adorably quaint.  The sky is the lightest shade of blue imaginable with the clouds floating high and fluffy above the ground.  The radiant yellow sun shines warmly on your flanks.  The air smells like blown sugar and wildflowers.  A cool breeze gently ruffles the long hair of your mane and tail.  

The … “Wait!  Flanks? Mane and Tail?”  

You turn your long face to look at yourself.  Instead of hands and arms you see the front legs of a horse.  Instead of a lean muscled torso, you see the flanks of a mighty warhorse.  Thick, sharp hooves paw the ground impatiently, digging furrows in the soft, fertile soil.

Sounds are clearer, sharper and with a flick of your ears, you can easily determine the direction from which they come.  You turn and see several other horses and a smattering of unicorns with looks of confusion written plainly across broad equine faces.

Realization dawns upon you. The gravity of what the God of Mischief has done begins to set in.  Loki has transmogrified you and every one of your companions into horses!  Even now you can hear the god’s fading laughter echo across the planes. 

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• Bubo: (19 of 19) 100% health; 

• Cedron: (89 of 113) 79% health;

• Drax: (181 of 181) 100% health; 

• Grotto: (66 of 108) 61% health; 

• Kysek: (198 of 198) 100% health; Half of the Tome has been read, 

• Niklas: (69 of 110) 63% health; 

• Raven: (285 of 357) 80% health; 

• Ra’ziir: (192 of 296) 65% health; 

• Shadow: (169 of 174) 97% health; 

• Spewer: (21 of 21) 100% health;