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The world around you goes cold as you are banished from the realm of fire. You head the low hiss of magic filling the room ahead ans look down a long, stoned-filled hallway. At the end of the hall appears to be some sort of ethereal screen, flickering and shimmering as it belies its illusory state.

You spend a moment to examine yourself and notice there have been vast changes! You are certainly not the human you once were before. There seem to be strangers in the room with you, leaving you with a choice.

-Do you stay and get to know your comrades?
-Do you investigate this dungeon-like home further?
-Or do you take some third option?

Getting out of the wibbly-wobbly-steamy-fun-time stuff, Gael takes a quick look around to access the situation, and decides to just fly over and land on top of the zombie's head. It looked comfy, so why wouldn't she? She was a bit dry and dirty though... this girl could do with a clean.

Kal looks around at herself and everyone else in the room, noticing a few oddities though one of the others looked a lot like her except male. She hated males, they needed to be put in their place, treated like dirt then killed once their usefulness was over, except Kal was struggling to stop herself from tackling the man and fuck him. She'd never had these desires before, and she frankly didn't want them now but each passing moment was going to become more of a struggle so before she gave into her desires Kal made a run to go explore more of the dungeon.

Hilda felt odd, stiff and sluggish as she raise a hand to her face. When it touched her face something was missing... Her nose, her nose was gone! She tried to frantically look around, her head turned so slowly, where was her nose. She spotted a cat girl nearby her maybe she's seen it. She slowly shambles over to the girl and tries to say hello. "Guuuuugh!" She felt something land on her head. "Uhhhh." Wait why the fuck can't she speak!

Garian looked around, the first oddity being that he wasn't his usual norm and looked around, "Does anyone else feel different somehow? Glad for the whole not burning bit but I didn't think this was what they had in mind." He laughed it off and looked at the catgirl and then at the other person that went to explore the place, "Well, glad to see so many women here." He said with a smile, a mischievous, lustful smile. "I am going to go with the fellow and explore the dungeon a bit, see if I can carve a little place out for my own....work..." He said and wondered off, "Oh, the name is Garian, by the way, hope we can get...acquainted..." He told them, looking back, mostly at the catgirl perched on the undead's head, and then he was gone, deep in the dungeon, following Kal.

Hearing the zombie trying to talk, Gael decides to float down to see what is going on. If someone had something to say to her, they better fucking say it quickly. After all, you get three seconds before she has had enough and decides to kill you. "The fuck is wrong with you?!"
Suddenly it clicked that she was actually floating and without a body... And she didn't care. The body was holding her back anyway!

Romala awakens.. With a much shorter viewpoint than she had before.
She vaguely remembers swords.. Blood.. Screams, at her Sanctuary. Her Sanctuary...
... Heroes. Bloody heroes, always bloody heroes.
They must have killed her and her monsters, the idiots. Didn't they know their livelihoods and the nation they lived in depended on Monsters? They were a necessary evil.. And now she was part of it!
Well, in a way, she had always been a part of it.
... She spins in place a little, willing to get to know her new allies.. Although the word "hosts" also springs to mind..
She's curious as to how big she actually is..
(Also, with Broodmother, will sexual intercourse through a host count, or no?)

Willpower roll (2) Kal becomes uncomfortably aroused at the proximity of an obvious male watching her. As she walks past the threshold of the twinkling wall, she notices the room behind her disappear into a solid surface. She has found the rest of the dungeon however, the exit and a meager tunnel. Garian soon follows.



To the rest of the group, it just looks like the two are standing on the other side of the veil, however those two are unable to find a way back. Romala will note that she is no larger than the tiny imps, she would be a minor burden riding on the taller members backs. Though their willingness to carry her may be in question, especially when she has no mouth with which to speak.

Romala, noting her small size and change in stature, is disheartened by the fact that she's become.. A bug.
... A bug. Great. She can't even speak!
Oh well. She's got work to do. Defend the dungeon..
To that end, she decides to try and hitch a ride with something, or rather, someone..
She goes to the cute, girlish Nekomata and climbs up her leg, chittering at her in as friendly a manner as possible.

Garian looked around, whistling at what he was seeing, "Ohh, Maybe we should start digging....don't you think?" He asked Kal, a hand patting her ass. "I say we dig North, maybe we'll find something, even treasure." He said, "Or maybe a room, alreay made or one we make our own, either way, win/win." He said, his hand squeezing her ass before wondering off himself to explore the reaches of the dungeon.

Meg finally lets out a yawn and gets herself a stretch. Well that was one hell of a dream, to think that she has actually died and now in a new world and... upon checking around her settings, it looks like she has gone and ended up here. Great. Well, seeing that there are others heading on their way, she might as well join them to see what is going on to find out what these people, if they are people, to know what is going on. Her mind is a bit dizzy trying to catch up with things, but hopefully she'll get some answers from someone and find her place in the group, should she find any use for them. And hopefully she can get something to drink, Meg isn't certain on drinking pussy juice and there is a male that she could suck on if the time calls for it.

However when she got moving, she felt something crawling up her and she reaches down to scratch it. A pinch later, and it turns out that there is a bug on her... fur? She freaks at the sight of the bug, tossing it away and towards the crowd, before taking a few steps back to realize what is going on. This isn't exactly what she was hoping for, but there's a reason she's here in the first place. Sighing, Meg regains her courage and moves on ahead, getting ready for whatever lies ahead.

Pain. Deep, searing, agonizing pain. That was all that filled ghoul's mind as he woke up. Pain hurt and Ghoul decided he didn't like that. So slowly he got up, and checked himself over to find the source of the pain.

"Let's see, missing ninety percent of my skin here along with most of my fat and muscles plus couple of ribs and most of my internal organs. Yeah this should be why EVERYTHING feels like shit." was what ghoul had thought.

Trying to pull himself together, he remained still as he could, trying to wait for the pain to pass. After a couple of minutes either pain passed or her got used to it enough as he hauled himself back on his feet and followed after the others. Through the whole way he tried to test the capabilities of the wreck his body became.

"If i can ignore the pain, i think i can still move somewhat fast and all that rotten meat stuck amongst my bones do muffle the rattling sounds nicely so i think i can also hide with some effort and radical usage of perfume which is great because i don't think i can survive getting into any slugging fest with someone seeing as my backbone is just one blow away from snapping leaving me in two halfs. Oh the joys of beeing a corpse reanimated by darkest of unholy magics."

By the time he had arrived at the end of the hall, pain had gone away completely. He looked around, looking through all assorted kinds of creature stuck in here with him. He noticed the pleasant sight of a catgirl.

"At least one of us don't look like shit. Welp, time to introduce myself."

Trying to straighten out his hunchback as much as possible, ghoul half strutted-half shambled towards the group of others.

"Ladies and gentlemen. My name is Maximillian but you can call me Max. I am pleased to meet you." was what ghoul wanted to say.

"Me... name.... maxy... me... please... eet... you..." was what came out.

"Fuck my life." Maximillian thought.

Romalla makes the loudest noise in anger and fear as she's tossed away by the catgirl.
Darn her! She can't move that fast on her own!...
She tries to climb up the girl's leg again, in order to catch a ride...
But if she's reacting this badly, Romala won't use her as a host. She doesn't want to terrify her new companions..

Harcin sloshes around a bit, unused to the new, malleable body he's been given. On the other hand, he's not likely to get locked up in a cell any time soon. "Looking" around, if it can even be called that without eyes, he notices the group as it is. Full of women, thankfully, though he was unsure exactly what to do with such a gelatinous body. Oh well, he could certainly improvise.

He looks on at the catgirl and bug's exchange, amused. After the bug is tossed off, he squelches over to the feline target, providing a squishy barrier between her and the object of her disgust. Obviously, it wouldn't be for an entirely noble reason, she was quite the looker and a closer view was very enjoyable indeed.

Hilda was startled at the sight of a floating head and slowly pshes it away. "Uhhhhhh" What the hell was that. She heard some one behind her, to which she turned around to see who it was. It was some kind of undead creature, but it could talk, oh this was just her luck. At least she hand her lovely long red hair, going to stroke it she feels it fall away from her head. She was going to cry, this was just a nightmare right? She was going to wake up any second.

As the walking maggot holder pushed Gael away, She REALLY wanted to set this girl straight... Then realised she had nothing to do it with. Suddenly, the feeling of being held back was no longer there. "Gah! Fuck you anyway!"
With that, she floats over to where a woman with a hair problem, a bug, and flubber seemed to be having a fun time, and decided to watch to see how things unfolded...

Razajin snarled, punching the floor as he materialized. Where ever he was, he didn't like nor most of the inhabitants. Especially the ones that were already talking. "I am Razajin and if you keep mumbling I will eat your damn bones!" He growled at the shambling corpse before walking through the illusionary curtain. He didn't what was going on here or who was here, as soon as he found a way out he was going to find a nice forest to live in. Having his territory would be nice and maybe a few bodies to naw on, definitely needed to naw on some bones soon.

Meg shivers from the touch of the bug walking up her. Strange, it's not like she had this kind of sensitivity before, and with her hands brushing against her being, she sort of figures out why. She notices that she has more hair than usual, in fact it looks more like fur, and she could feel a tail swinging behind her. So somehow after dying, she has resurrected into a cat creature? Well she did consider herself to be a bit catty, so it kinda works for her. And this is making her wonder just what kind of fun she could use with this body of hers. If it's possible, she just might woo a lot more males this way than before she died, and she is grinning at the idea of what kitty tricks she will perform to get into bed.

And before she can do anything, there was a zombie that was trying to talk to her, but there was a talking head... well, talking, to the corpse, so she leaves her be. And she is stopped by a pile of goop, who seems to be interested in something. It looks like this is one of the males of the group, as far as she can tell, so there is only one thing she is interested in and got down to try it out. "So, what is your deal?" she asked, trying to grab the goo's dick before looking at the others. "In fact, what is everyone's deal and what the hell is going on?"

Deciding to cut her losses, Romala simply skitters up and hides in the catgirl's forests of fur as she's distracted by the slime..
Unless the Slime stops her progress. In which case she chitters angrily at it, trying to mime that she's small, vulnerable, and needs a ride on this towering monster!
Towering from her perspective, at least.

Razajin turned around for a few seconds, seeing an opportunity to vent. He addressed the catgirl, unable to keep the rage out of his voice. "I had my fuckin head chopped off and now I'm a wolfman! Not to mention I don't know where I am. Sounds like a good time right?!" He hadn't looked in a mirror yet but the wolfman assumption seemed right. His teeth felt a lot sharper than before and having sable fur everywhere, including a tail was a dead give-away. In a way the transformation was an improvement since it would probably keep people from trying to cheat him again which meant less people he'd have to brutally murder.