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The maze had been dreadful Matt thought finally stumbling out of the darkness and back into some dimly lit room of the spire. He was no closer getting to the top when he had started the maze but he wasn’t surprised. It was a horrible trick, likely created from some demented mind of a horseman to play a dirty trick on those attempting to stop it all. It didn’t matter, he was sure that whatever the case even if he didn’t make it to the top they would be able to stop what was going to happen.

Purge all the horseman.

Matt stepped forward looking for anyway to head up in the spire, walking around the site of glittering water mixed with the sweet fragrance of flowers wafted into the corridors. Walking into the room he was surprised by the glittering scene before him. It was like a Turkish bath, pillars decorated in gold with flowers blossoming all around the edges. It was lavish, clearly a place if he had to pay for he could never afford. All it was missing was women holding pitchers of water and grapes available for eating. Even some wine, yes some wine would be wonderful.

Walking around to the door he noticed the words lingering above the door, staring at them for a while before realizing that they were readable. He was sure that his eyes were merely playing tricks on him.

Drink the bath water.

This was becoming questionable at best he thought has he started to head to a pool. He had the sinking feeling that it would taste like dirty man water.

Dipping his hands in brought up a small puddle in the palms of his hands. It tasted like normal water, nothing soapy or filled with the thought of dirty water. Maybe this would be easy he thought as his he could feel his heat start to beat a little quicker. It continued to grow until overcoming him with the sense of dread, his eyes darting around the room. Getting to his feet he quickly started to walk away but not without looking over his shoulder first.

There was no telling who was watching.


((Pool: 1/4
Pool of Fear
1/10))

He found it funny, just how not-sleepy he was becoming the more she shrunk. She'd become so small she fit in the crook of his arm, and he couldn't even comprehend how the precious little child in his arms was still Mimsy. She was too young to be his wife, but too important to be anything but his reason for living. He held her in his arm, and let out the saddest, most pathetic sound when she brushed her cheek against his and told him that she loved him.

All the madness was gone. No, the madness simply wasn't there yet. The girl in his arms could have been saved from so much, if he had just found her like this, somehow. But he would have been just a baby himself, and not ready to save her.

And she wouldn't have grown into the woman he needed so very badly to feel complete.

"I love you too, Mimsygirl." He whispered into her hair. And he did, even now, devoid of all the attractions that an adult love brought. His love for her had been purified into something strong, and solid. Something that defined him, and changed him with every moment it existed. In whatever fashion she needed, he was, and would always be, hers.

After a long, indulgent few moments of holding her lovingly in his arms and watching her sleep, he gently picked up all the clothing she'd shed in her transformations, and carried her out as slowly, and gently, as he could. "Goodnight, baby." He whispered to the sleeping angel in his arm. "I'll be here, when you wake up."

[EXIT]

Through the crazed, spinning terrors, Pickworth ignored the fact that the pool had turned into a swarm of sharks and dipped in a hand to drink from a swirl of teeth and blood.

He felt smaller, less clear, more uncertain, and the world was collapsing in on him again, but in spite of the insecurities he could see- felt drawn towards- a way out.

Pool of Age
Pool of Fear
Pool of Sleep x2
Pool of Youth

There was something, something about the first pool he was sure that it would be different.

Some how different, he thought walking into the room, or the thought was the room.

It looked different.

Didn’t matter, he could fix it if he just drank from the water, this time he didn’t bother even cupping it with hands but instead stuck face in sucking back as much water as he could before pulling out of the water letting it soak his shirt. Laughter, he could feel it bubbling to his lips as the beating grew even louder causing him to skitter back to the wall watching in fear.


((Pool: 3/4
Pool of Fear x 3
Pool of Youth
Pool of Insanity
5/10))

He crawled, he didn’t bother getting to his feet, no that would be to obvious not to mention there was fear.

Fear of falling, tripping fear of being stabbed in the back by one of the statues, yes yes there was no doubt that something terrible would happen to him if he dared to get to his feet. So he crawled his way to the next pool. Peering over the edge he looked at the water with the look of distrust.

Would he drown? He thought scooping up a little water and sipping it out of the palm of his hand. A warm feeling came over him, it was like being drunk but calmer, warmer.

“I just need… to take…a nap.. yes… no stabbys statues.. no…” His voice drifted away as he laid his head in his arms. A dream started to emerge in his head, statues dancing waving their hands like women beckoning him. Grapes as large as apples as one of the statues wrapped her arms around him. It was purple, with hints of pink before growing a deeper red as he laughed watching one of the statues plunge a knife into his chest.

Yes yes, blood everywhere he was still giggling as bubbles floated around greeting him with large pink elephants that led him off to the most magical land of wafers.


((Pool: 4/4
Pool of Fear x 4
Pool of Youth
Pool of Insanity
Pool of Sleep
8/10))

[ Pool of ??? ]

When he saw Brenley stumble into his swirling vision, Ignatius snickered quietly to himself, clearly not loud enough to alert Brenley that he was alive and not somehow stabbed to death. He didn't seem to be bothered by Brenley suddenly getting so close and squeezing his shirt, but then, he might not have necessarily been bothered by people in his face if he wasn't so loopy, either.

Not realizing that it might spook Brenley further, Ignatius pushed his hand up and booped Brenley on the nose. "Nope! I'm fine!" Then, despite his delirium, he popped up to his feet, carefully avoiding the frightened Brenley on the way. Almost frantic, his eyes darted from left to right before settling on a new pool that reminded him of the color of those weird vampire drinks...

He darted over to the pool of age, dipping his hands into it eagerly and taking a few large sips of the liquid. It was warm. Was this what blood tasted like? He had never tried it--

The change was sudden. He suddenly gained all his height back plus a tiny bit extra. His hair went back to where it was before--up, and out of the way of his face, which filled back out and then some. His muscles solidified more, though they still remained the muscles of someone who was a fast athletic versus a body builder athletic. Most important of all, perhaps, was that his voice had deepened once again, going back to the baritone he was more used to.

Being loopy meant that the maturity that came with the older age didn't necessarily hit him, though ... or maybe he just didn't like being mature.

"Hey, look guys! I'm so sexy, I'm electrifying!"

oh yeah.

Pools: 4/4
Total Rolls: 5/10
Other Stuff: sleep 2, youth 1 (equivalent 15), insanity 1, age 1 (equivalent 23)

Smerdle

ignatius regrets nothing

Ol-j-man

[Pool of Fear]
[Pool of Insanity]



Z's urging pulled her from the fear for a second and drank her poison.

She heard voices again, it was hard to believe they were not real...

Maybe one of them was the person behind all of this? Maybe there were spies between them? Maybe everything was just another nightmare? The girl couldn't stop thinking all of the possibilities, anything that can make her feel a little bit better. Maybe if she killed herself..... She was scolded. "No, I didn't do it, it was the monster!" Shu was explaining to someone. "They are my sisters! I won't kill them!" She yelled to the invisible person as if she was acting a monologue. Then she suddenly squatted. "No....Please don't hurt me. I won't do it again. It's not me...." There seemed to be someone surrounded the girl, accusing her for something. She stood up with tears dropping from her face, "Why-Why you don't trust me? I didn't do it....I didn't. Why? You are my -" The girl in deep sorrow looked at the person non exist in front of her, fists holding so tightly that the nails dug into her palm. And then, Shu looked like she was under huge pressure and yelled, "Leave me alone! You don't understand me! Go away!" The tiny girl used the strength of her whole body to shout at someone.

Pools: 2/4

Flying over to the pool at the other end of the room, the horsewoman bent down to take a sip of the green water and waited.

Nothing seemed to have changed at all.

Hah. These gods sure were foolish to think they could threaten a horsewoman at all.