Pax RP

((HEY BORG GUESS WHAT?))

The jelly compressed around the tip of the scythe, as well as a large part of the blade. Why did you keep using so much force? Some things really need a gentle touch...

Well, the jelly does it's thing, springing back on the scythe with ten times the force, likely blasting it right out of the robots hands. If so, you now have a FREAKING SCYTHE bouncing around in there with you. Oh, and it can cut through anything!

Isn't this fun?!?

Whoh...

Did you just... try to walk across the thing that was clearly designed so you can just walk across this chasm?!

Guess there is a difference between men and women...

Your walk is certainly different, and outrageously fun. If you stayed here long enough, you were sure you could master intricate backflips, and all kinds of neat maneuvers. In fact, you're having such a blast, that it's half way to the other side before you realize there is a flipping scythe coming at you from one angle, and a super robot death machine from the other.

((Dammit Borg, you just have to kill everyone eh?

Anyway, work time, two hour rule is back in effect.))

((Damn it CP, you're challenging years of LARP indoctrination. Nothing is ever as simple as it seems... except when it is, apparently! XD

Also, yea, a scythe that can cut through anything non-magic, that'll be fun! ))

((Oh Borgy.

Borgy, Borgy, Borgy...

I do hope you didn't think this challenge was going to be simple.

And I can definitely assure you it's not what it seems....))

((Yes, yes he did... magical rainbows...))


“Raaaaah baaaa... Riiib beee...”

Claymolder capacity to feel pain was smothered by the second assault of transmogrific energy. He felt more frog than... whatever he was. Yet, he refused to give up. Changing to a more bipedal stance, he leaps forward back to the stone, evaluating his last choice of the riddle.

Meanwhile, the cloak he was previously wearing before dwarfing in size, something began to stir quietly underneath. Unbeknownst to even its owner, a pair of his own clay serpents had automatically respond to the influx of energy the coarsed through his being. Relaying their message back to their progenitor of Claymolder's progress...

The second letter of you to carry on. The next after that passes. Choose carefully- three wrong will make this pond your home... So not “R” or “A.”... how did that young girl make it then? Is it unique to each person? Wait...

The frog turned around to face the townspeople, who were clearly shocked at his now more so amphibious form.

I am NOT hu-man. Everyone else was... So should it apply differently to me? Grathon, do not mess up again...

Arching his webbed limb near the alphabet, the grathon picked out the letter “T' from the alphabet. Hey, if he was wrong, at least he will have a new home...

((Oh.... brilliant. I'm on a Goo Trampoline of Death! XD))

Swix was actually having fun. More fun than she'd had before-when she wasn't doing something that wasn't designed to hurt other people. The humanoid didn't even feel embarrassed at this, after all, the robot had made way more of a massive blunder by diving onto this thing and managing to hit the ceiling, the fact that she was bouncing around and enjoying it seemed far less humiliating when compared to that. But... her enjoyment soon turned to horror as she noticed that she hadn't noticed the fool machine smack his weapon into the gel and then immediately lose it. Now the tin can was coming at her from one side and there was a flipping scythe coming from the other. So, Swix did what anyone else with a split second to think about it and a deathtrap if she stayed there would. Swix jumped on the jelly, with the intention of bouncing and propelling herself forwards fast enough to avoid the pincer manouvre. However, should that not work the two of her tendrils that were lower on her back were sent out to the sides-one to smack The Artificer away from her if he got too close and the other to do the same with the flipping scythe.

((...What could possibly go wrong? ))

((Hmmm, I have a feel I know what's happening to the Artificer if everything goes as I expect it will. Robo-sushi anyone? ))

((Raw nuts and bolts, yum XD))

((Hmm...))

You feel one last shock of dizziness, then...

You are on the floor, in front of the glowing stone. Fully amphibian feet stick out from under you, as you now find the default frog pose the only one you can keep up for any amount of time. It's happened, you lost three times, and now this pond feels more at home to you than anywhere else.

"What happened?!"

"He's a frog now!"

"...Whoh."

Suddenly, you feel a hand wrap around your back, and are unceremoniously lifted into the air. You can't be any bigger than the average palm now, because the face that suddenly looms in front of you is massive.

And all you can do to protest is croak.

"What do we do with him?"

"Let him outside?"

"He got turned into a Frog, not born as one! Why would he want to go to a pond?!"

While the townspeople argue about what they should do with you, whoever had you in their grasp sets you down on the stone. Now just as Frog as you were "human", the choice is yours. You felt as though you could still make constructs, and still knew the frog everyone saw was just a shell for your soft, froggy body underneath.

Basically, you could still be an adventurer- the letters sprawled out in front of you, large but still selectable.

You see death coming, and bounce hard to try and get out of the way. It does work, in the same way driving your car right into the sea works for washing it. Your legs, and the tendrils you stunk out just before launch, are nothing but streamers as you decided to fly.

Of course, birds have the sky, and you have a rock ceiling.

You barely avoid ramming into it full force, instead settling for a mild bump on the head, Atari good amount of speed. Unfortunately, you've arced somewhat, and now seem to be over the other side of the chasm, rather than soft goo trampoline.

Oh dear.

When you come to, a quick assessment pings back two skinned knees, a bumped head, and two very upset tendrils that had to cushion your fall.

But, though without dignity, you made it to the other side. The tunnel to keep going yawned ahead, though...

You had to right yourself to check this out. A field of red sparkles hung over the mouth of the escape tunnel

... huh.

((I... don't think you actually needed an update yet Borg. But.. ))

Now that Swix had gotten out of the way, you were now dangerously close to being impaled by your own blade...

((And yes Borg, you could have been a frog too. A robot frog...))

"Owww" Swix said, rubbing her sore head as she got up and noticing... red sparkles around the exit of the cavern. Why were there red sparkles there? Her tendrils were still out too, she can't have lost consciousness for that long. "FOOL TIN CAN!" she yelled at the robot, shaking her fist at him before turning back to the door, and sticking the torch into the red sparkles to see if anything happened to it.

((Btw, loving the analogies cP))

The red barrier solidified, and slowly and firmly pushed the torch back out the way it came. Once removed, the field pulsed, dazzling Swix with pink.

"FLAME MAY REMOVE OUR BRIDGE, WHILE NONE ELSE CAN. ONE MAY PASS HERE. THE OTHERS MUST FALL."

The sound echoed directly in the cavern, giving both adventurers a second to process. Torches suddenly flickered to life on the side of the pit they entered on, easily moved. If they could get to them...

<big><big>Objective Updated: Kill The Artificer, by allowing him to fall down the chasm.</big></big>

((DANCE MY PUPPETS, DANCE&#33;))

<big><big>Objective Updated: Kill Swix, by allowing her to fall down the chasm.</big></big>

<big>((HAHAHA<big>HAHAHA<big>HA&#33;&#33;&#33;))</big></big></big>

Swix threw the torch onto the gel, with barely a second thought, and ran for the brighter ones.