A million choices main campaign

I puff my cheeks out in irritation, glaring after the human as he walks towards one of the beds. Rolling forwards into a handstand, I use my arms to propel myself into the air, using my wings to spin so that I land directly in front of him.

Clasping my hands behind my back and moving up on my toes - using my wings for balance - I make a popping sound with my mouth, and move my face up to his.

"I'm not a thingy, ya'know." I inform him petulantly, ignoring the angry elf. "Imma guuuuuuuuurl." I point to the female human. "Like her. See: I have boobies." I point to my chest, before rocking back on my heels. Bringing my hand up, I inspect my nails, before opening my hand and forming some mist into a reflective surface.

I preen for a moment, blowing my hair out of my eyes.

"Aaaaand I think I'm pretty cute!" I lick my lips, bending at the waist and staring up at him with wide eyes, "don't you?"

I grin, exposing sharp canines, and throw my hands out to the side, allowing the water-mirror to splash to the ground, where it curls into mist.

"Ok then, so your female, its just that your not human, and to me you, where, a thing." I tell her. I then side step around her and continue my way to the bed. When I reach it I sit down and look at Hester, "Who's idea was it again to go into this light house?"

I pout cutely.

"I might be human. Maybe I'm a maaaaaaaaaaaaaaagical human!" I wiggle my fingers spookily at him as he walks away, before sidling up to the female human as he addresses her.

"Sooooo..." I stand on my toes, close enough behind her that our clothes are brushing, leaning over her shoulder as if trying to read something that she is. "Do you come here often?"

Hester backs away slightly from the winged girl.

"Can we try to avoid her more?" Hester says, her eyes tracking the mad woman. "And I think I'll blame the whole lighthouse thing on having very little choice otherwise... Now then. You." She looks pointedly at Asarian. "How did you make that loud bang, and what was that muttering? Are you part of the corporation? And finally, what is a golem?"

Paper aeroplanes encircle your head. One of them has the face of a platypus. It quacks at you.

It appears to be blood, but with tiny fragments of rock scattered throughout it. Ahead of you, you see something far more disturbing however, a 1.5m long crack in the floor that is also about 1m wide. You cannot see the bottom of it. The stairs seem to be intact however, and you cannot hear anyone else.

My body, which had been trembling with rage as the others ignored me, slumps. I replace the flint and kindling in my satchel and run a weary hand down my face.

"Bubbles, you fool... why did you leave me with these lunatics, madmen and idiots...?"

With a sigh, I slump down on the bed with the black cross.

"Five beds. There were five of us. This is your bed." My fingers gently stroke the black material, before crumpling it in my fist. I look up at the female human newcomer, feeling suddenly very tired.

"Peasant, do not bother me with your enquiries as to my art if you are unable to identify even the simple structure that is a Golem. Those secrets of mine that you so desire are not yours to know, and I shall teach thee naught. If, however, you wish to know about this tower, then it appears you must ask the two young females, as they appear to be informed as to the ongoings of this wretched place. I have had enough of the petty affairs of your kind now. I will wait for the creature to leave, then I will bid thee all a firm fare well. Now, begone from me."

With that I stand, rearrange the bed covers, and move across the room to another bed, settling down and closing my eyes.

"What's eaten his boat?" I say with a sigh, looking over my shoulder at the man. My face turns back to Hester, and the winged woman. "Turning back to the matter at hand, I don't think we can avoid her Het, we're sort of trapped here with her." At this I frown.

"Yaaaaaay!" I abandon the human female, twirling across the room, occasionally leaping up and snatching at thin air. My body explodes into mist and moves above the human woman's head.

Reforming, I twist my body in mid air in an attempt to land on her shoulders.

I say: "Yaaaaaay!"
I move away from your character.
I twirl around the room and snatch at the paper aeroplanes.
I turn into mist form.
The mist moves above Hester's head.
I reform and move in mid air.
I attempt to land on Hester's shoulders.

Hester reacts instantly, her eyes glowing purple as she leaps the entire length of the room, landing by the door. She raises her weapon at the girl, he face contorted into a scowl.

"What the hell are you doing? Leave me alone!"

She then turns to Asarian, her face unchanging.

"And as for you; I asked you a simple question. Your stupid party tricks are nothing compared to what I can do to YOU."

"HESTER!" I shout, rising off the bed as I do so "leave it, we need to get along with them if we are stuck here!" I then glare at Hester, hoping she will calm down and not shoot anyone.

I giggle and pluck something invisible out of the air. Bringing my hand back to my head, I mime throwing a dart.

"Quack. Quack quack quack! And you call me the crazy one O' You Majesty High Queen Empress of Overreaction? You maaaad."

I cross my eyes and stick my tongue out of the corner of my mouth, spinning my fingers in opposite directions around my ears, indicating my thoughts on the matter. Dropping the expression, I huff.

"Boo, you're boring and craay-zeeey. You need, like, eight-miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiillion gallonses o' calmin' potion." I make an expansive hand-gesture to detail the exact portion she needs to take.

I consider the occupants of the room for a moment, before pointing at the flower girl.

"Hey. You're pretty quiet. Wha chu doin here?"

With that I meander over to the male human and throw myself at his lap.

I frown at the human female human's aggressiveness.

"Be careful who you threaten, one day you may find yourself outmatched..." My expression goes strangely vacant. "...I doubt that highly... ...Go on then, if you think you can defeat this 'evil mage' then go ahead." I reach for my pouch, but flinch when my fingers touch it, jumping in shock.

Glancing around the room wildly, I cover my eyes with one hand and groan.

I go upstairs to look for the others to tell me what has happened.

In a daze from the girl crashing into me, I lay sprawled on the bed. "Wha..What just-t happened..." I say in a dazed expression.

I flip over, recovering faster than the human despite not expecting him to be standing. I straddle his hips, place my hands on either side of his head and lean over him, my face inches from his own, a sultry look in my eyes. I bring my wings up as a canopy over us.

"So..." I drawl, blowing hair out of my eyes, "do you come here often?"

The young girl looks up at the blue haired woman, before looking back down and closing her eyes, lost in prayer.

Hester however does not remain silent; and looks back towards Asarian.

"I am not afraid of you; nor have I any reason to be. Now, tell me what a sodding golem is so that I can at least gain some idea of what's going ON IN HERE!"

Hester seems to gain some sort of aura, a colour that you cannot place. It scares you, she is obviously powerful.

As you proceed up the stairs you come across a door at the top. This one has a single lever on the door, pulled down.

I slide my hands along the sheets and move down until I'm resting on my forearms. Sliding them behind the male human's head, I snuggle down into his chest.

"Hey, your crazy friend's scaaaary."

I pull my wings back slightly so they are covering more of my body.

I attempt to resist the magic.

Your attempt to resist the magic fails in that you still feel terrified of the girl, however you managed to glean some information from her - she seems to know about your ability to form your limbs. You cannot yet glean why she knows this information.

Under the womans, fairly obvious, advances on me, I begin to struggle, trying to get her off me. "Ermmmm..." I breath out, "Can you get off me, so that I can stop Hester getting her self into trouble." I ask her, whilst lightly pushing at her arms, trying to get the off of me, so that I can leaver her body off mine.

I sigh and tighten my hold on the human male, ignoring his attempts to remove me.

"Hey..." I mumble into his chest. "Will this make me pregnant?"

"What? No... it won't! For you to become pregnant..." I then trail off, deciding it's best NOT to tell her. In hope of her leaving me alone, I lie still, and close my eyes.

"Hey hey! Imma young girl. Imma no' sposed to know these sorta things anyways! Imma prolly youngerer than she is!"

I sit up and point at the silent girl in the corner, then reconsider.

"Or not, seeing as I spent, like, a thouuuuusan' years in that stoopid room." I pull a face. "But I'm still young and B. E. A. Yuuuuuuutiful. Don'cha think?"

I pull my cheeks out, then pout and unleash puppy-eyes at the male human, one hand stroking his cheek, the other resting gently on his arm.

I ignore the interchange between the winged girl and the human male, and glare balefully across at the human female.

"You are... loud. Since you ask so politely, a Golem is a semi-sentient magical construct, reliant on the constant flow of mana from the artificer in order to retain its physical form. They are created from the basic elements of life and magic, with the difficulty corresponding exactly to both the difficulty of encapturing said element and the ease with which the artificer can hold its form while allowing the Golem to move and interact with it's surrounding environment. The main difficulty in the creation of a Golem is in the simulation or creation of senses for the construct, and the mimicry of human ones if the Golemancer in question is going to be in direct control of the construct, as ultrasensitive senses can overload the controllers mind. This is not even mentioning the difficulty involved in creating an equilibrium between the synthesised senses of the Golem and its controller.
The main difficulty of Golemancy is based majoritively upon these factors, and it is this that leads me to believe that whoever is in control of it is a formidable opponent. However, we could be facing worse, as he controls the most malleable but cohesive substance that can be used for the creation of such things. Note that I only tell you this as I sympathise with the sensation of not knowing what is going on. Are you completely satisfied now?

Hester raises an eyebrow at Asarian
"From your ridculous explanation I gleaned that they are things controlled by people; like puppets... So it's similar to a psydoll? Oh, and what's all this about magic? Magic is just children's stories."

She walks over to a bed and flops down upon it.

"Whatever, I'll just make a psydoll out of YOU if I need to."

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