Triss to the Rescue!“You did WHAT to my friend?” Iz bellowed into Isaac’s face as he cowered in their bunker.“I, uh, lost Sybil in my imagination.” He explained again. He quickly put his hands out, shaking them around. “But it’s not like she’s dead! Nothing real truly dies in there, I just… can’t find her is all.”Iz threw her hands up stepping around as Noel held her arms over Triss’ torso. “Oh, that’s so much better. She’s not dead, just lost! In some stranger’s

Distractions and DetoursKassandra jolts awake to the sounds of metal clanging on metal and worried whinnies from the horses around her. Glancing at her undercarriage, she considers releasing her Elven cargo right away. Having not stood up yet, she puts a hand against the Elf’s bedchamber. Her womb is built to hold an entire young centaur. Through all the muscle and extra padding compared to a bipedal species, she can hardly feel her at all. However, it seems like her new friend is still fast a

Sybil’s Big AdventureSybil stares at the bulletin board sat in the void. It stares back. A few dozen names are listed, some more alien than others to her. Looking down the cobblestone path, she sees more bulletin boards, weapon racks, and a few armor mannequins. A table sat past a few more bulletins with a set of dice scattered on it. “Is this… DnD?” She asks, looking around the void. “A lot more involved than I imagined.” After looking around for a bit, she decides to settle on some