<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Day 84, the Riedran Embassy</span></span></div><br/>Rensha's lips. The look of defeat upon Carson's face. Lillin's soft breasts. His mother's smile. All of these memories seemed to become more clear, more vivid, until it felt like Kleris was reliving each moment all over again simultaneously. Retario's presence and the sensation of his hands upon Kleris' shoulders faded until the young mage found himself...<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/gjISOLA.jpg?1)</div><br/><br/>...elsewhere.<br/><br/>The surrounding ground was rocky and flat, but no sound emitted no matter how many paces Kleris went. The sky was blue tinged with orange, and a giant moon surrounded by stormclouds loomed in the distance. All was silent, as loud as the landscape of a painting. Quiet enough that Kleris could feel every heartbeat pass.<br/><br/><em>Dal Quor, the Realm of Dreams</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Subjective Directional Gravity</div><div class="spoiler_body">The strength of gravity on a plane with this trait is the same as on the Material Plane, but each individual chooses the direction of gravity’s pull. Such a plane has no gravity for unattended objects and nonsentient creatures. This sort of environment can be very disorienting to the newcomer, but it is common on “weightless” planes.<br/><br/>Characters on a plane with subjective directional gravity can move normally along a solid surface by imagining “down” near their feet. If suspended in midair, a character “flies” by merely choosing a “down” direction and “falling” that way. Under such a procedure, an individual “falls” 150 feet in the first round and 300 feet in each succeeding round. Movement is straight-line only. In order to stop, one has to slow one’s movement by changing the designated “down” direction (again, moving 150 feet in the new direction in the first round and 300 feet per round thereafter).<br/><br/>It takes a DC 16 Wisdom check to set a new direction of gravity as a free action; this check can be made once per round. Any character who fails this Wisdom check in successive rounds receives a +6 bonus on subsequent checks until he or she succeeds.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Highly Morphic</div><div class="spoiler_body">On a plane with this trait, features of the plane change so frequently that it’s difficult to keep a particular area stable. Some such planes may react dramatically to specific spells, sentient thought, or the force of will. Others change for no reason.</div></div><br/>Eventually, shapes emerged from the plane. His mother Sanne, dressed in a white apron, appeared bearing a platter of cookies.<br/><br/>"Hello Kleris," she said. "How are you doing today?"<br/><br/>She looked up at the hanging moon. "Looks like it's going to rain tonight. We should get home soon."<br/><br/>Then the stormclouds multiplied, and the sound of thunder echoed throughout this strange reality.<br/><br/>An umbrella materialized in Sanne's hands, and she extended it to Kleris' reach.<br/><br/>"Don't worry about me, I don't want you to catch a cold," she said."<br/><br/><em>Kleris has several things he can do here, but due to the open-ended nature of dreams there aren't hard and fast rules.</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ask her about the reality or if she's real</div><div class="spoiler_body">"You're dreaming, sweetie," she said with a slight laugh. "But your feelings, your memories...they are real, more real than the thoughts in your head. Don't worry, you'll be safe with me."</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Kleris does not follow or flees elsewhere</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Kleris!" she shouted. Tossing aside her platter she ran after him, only for the stormclouds to loom ever closer behind her. Cracks of deafening thunder followed as the clouds dove towards the ground, enmeshing things in a thick, wet fog...<br/><br/><em>Move to the Gamble Room</em><br/><br/></div></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Kleris follows his mother</div><div class="spoiler_body">Taking Kleris by the hand, they walked as enroaching darkness materialized around them. The darkness coalesced into the streets and paths of their hometown. It was late out, and the rain was falling in thick curtains, gathering in large puddles requiring fancy footwork to remain on dry land.<br/><br/>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sv0LwXYAVVg<br/><br/>"How has your day been?" Sanne asked. "I heard that Lord Saydor is butting heads with Parliament again. Taxes, as usual."<br/><br/>She sighed. "We might be in for some frugal times. We've been saving up, but...I don't think Breyton and I will be able to get you that blue dress you wanted."<br/><br/>Then, something was amiss. Kleris was wearing a simple white tunic, but a girl's rather than a boy's. The penis dangling between his legs, unnoticed until it's gone, was instead replaced with the smooth expanse of a vagina.<br/><br/>And their home was...a tall white tower, its dimensions seemed off and warped. Orange-yellow lanterns swung in the stormy breeze.(https://i.imgur.com/mg1rbAH.jpg)<br/><br/>The silhouette of Breyton Merchiot was near the top, outlined as a dim shadow amidst the curtains.<br/><br/>Sanne looked up with a sigh. "Oh my, it looks like the bluejay's absent tonight."<br/><br/>Whistling for a pair of giant leafy melons, she grabbed ahold of one as the vines spun helicopter-like into the air. A second melon rubbed up against Kleris, waiting to be ridden.<br/><br/><em>Roll a DC 15 Knowledge (Architecture &amp; Engineering) or Perception check to successfully make sense of the non-Euclidean geometry and find the right window.</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Failure</div><div class="spoiler_body"> It's hard to make heads or tails of the strange dreamlike atmosphere. It seems that every mistake causes her father's window to get farther, until eventually Kleris is flying blindly...<br/><br/>...flying...no, falling...blind...<br/><br/><em>Move to the Gamble Room</em><br/><br/></div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Success</div><div class="spoiler_body">Kleris flew right on up to the window. And true to her eyes, her father is there.<br/><br/>"Good job, kid!" he exclaimed with a congratulatory fist-pump. "Sounds like you earned entry to the next level!"<br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/nbXWhsS.jpg?1)<br/><br/>As his father extends, his hand, Kleris finds herself grabbed suddenly from behind. Womanly sighs, caresses, and giggles take him away through another window.<br/><br/><em>Move to the Succubus Room</em></div></div><br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Gamble Room</div><div class="spoiler_body">"It's dark, isn't it?"<br/><br/>Lillin's voice was right next to Kleris' ear. Then she was sitting by her side, the two of them across the table, in that dark little bar on the Plane of Shadow all those months ago when the two of them snuck out of school.<br/><br/>The pair had collars with silver chains attached to metal loops in the table. Sitting on the opposite side was a shirtless orc with an entourage of goblins. Wickedly grinning, they passed a cup and set of four dice to Kleris.<br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/EmzOjVu.jpg?1)<br/><br/>"You win, you free," he said, laying a golden key on the table.<br/><br/>"You lose, you fuck," he said, as the goblins giggled all about.<br/><br/>Even though the rules were not explained, Kleris knew the rules: he needed to throw the dice with a swing of the cup and knock the candles out in the chandelier.<br/><br/><em>Resolve this as a ranged touch attack. 19 or less misses candles depending on how low you rolled and loses the game, 20 hits every single candle.</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lose</div><div class="spoiler_body">All eyes in the room focused as the dice flew, but Kleris' aim was not true. Lillin wailed a sigh of despair as the orc smiled and the goblins cheered.<br/><br/>For what felt like several months Kleris and Lillin were the goblins' cockslaves, (https://simg4.gelbooru.com//images/a3/78/a37870c74567161d198063e9b5f33a32.jpg) used, abused, and inseminated at their leisure. It was hard to keep track of time as the days blended together and all Kleris could think about was cocks...<br/><br/>Lillin grabbed hold of him as she and Kleris rode an ogre together...<br/><br/><em>...cocks cocks cock cocks...</em><br/><br/>Kleris' legs were spread apart, easy pickings for the line of orcs running a train on her...<br/><br/><em>...cocks cocks cock cocks cocks cocks cocks cocks cocks cocks cocks...</em><br/><br/>An ettin finished in her mouth, his giant member deepthroating Kleris and pouring his lust inside her...<br/><br/><em>...I love cocks...</em><br/><br/>That thought was not Kleris' own, but another voice.<br/><br/><em>Move to Elmira Room</em><br/><br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Win</div><div class="spoiler_body">Lillin cheered as the goblins collectively cried and the orc sneered with contempt.<br/><br/>"A deal's a deal," he said, handing over the key.<br/><br/>Just then Kleris recognized the key's shape. It was the one for her father's private study.<br/><br/><em>Move to Father's Study Room.</em><br/><br/></div></div></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Succubus Room</div><div class="spoiler_body">Pulled through the window and into a dark forest full of roses, Kleris' dress catches on a tree branch, forcefully pulled off as she falls further, further thorns tearing away at her clothes.<br/><br/>The mysterious pullers fall on top of the young mage amidst the grass below, lauging playfully.<br/><br/>They are succubi, red-skinned, horned, and very, <em>very</em> lovely.<br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/6g75CC6.jpg?1)<br/><br/>"Come on Kleris, let's play!" the short-haired one said as she grabbed her from behind in a bear hug.<br/><br/>"You're excited already, I can tell," the long-haired one said as she knelt between Kleris' legs and licked her pussy.<br/><br/><em>Kleris must beat a 24 CMD in order to escape the succubis' grapple.</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Failure</div><div class="spoiler_body">Being very experienced in holding down unwilling subjects, the succubi have their way with Kleris. Their lips suck her nipples while their tails pierce her ass and mouth while their fingers play with her pussy.<br/><br/>"Mmmm..."<br/><br/>"Aaahhh...been forever since I had a yummy teen girl..."<br/><br/>"Ah, you're about to cum, I can tell...let yourself go..."<br/><br/>Their touch is heavenly, orgasmic. All resistance falls from Kleris and she succumbs fully to their tender touches.<br/><br/>Laying amidst their embrace, a shadowy figure appears. Screeching in fright, the succubi begin to fly away as he fires a blue flame from a staff at them.<br/><br/>"Are you okay?" the figure asked.<br/><br/>It was Breyton Merchiot. Taking his daughter in his arms, he carries her to safety, away from the woods...<br/><br/><em>Move to Father's Study Room</em><br/><br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Success</div><div class="spoiler_body">Kleris is able to free herself from their grasp.<br/><br/>"No fair!" the short-haired one screamed.<br/><br/>"Kleris, please come back, we only just begun!"<br/><br/>Somehow her sprinting was faster than their demonic wings, and eventually Kleris found a wooden door in a nearby tree. It had text in Common:<br/><br/><em>Kleris, if you're ever in trouble then say 'there's nowhere like home' and enter.<br/><br/>Dad</em><br/><br/><em>Move to Father's Study</em><br/><br/></div></div><br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Elmira's Room</div><div class="spoiler_body">Elmira several other girls at Redhurst, Kleris included, were being passed around like candy by male students. A circle of naked bodies with erect penises stood around as they literally grew girls to the opposite side they were done with. Girlish squeals and yelps filled the room as they grabbed onto floating broomsticks and immovable rods, turning the event into an obstacle course slash orgy.<br/><br/>"Hey Kleris!" Elmira called out as she passed by. "Your dad's pretty hot. You don't mind if I'm dating him?"<br/><br/>There was not enough time to answer before Kleris landed mouth-first on Artaxes' penis...somehow. The centaur gasped in delight as he filled his human partner's mouth with his equine sperm before throwing Kleris through the air once again.<br/><br/>Zullinat's ebony form graced past her. "That Elmira, always got a thing for older men,'' she said as she landed on top of Arturon, wrapping her legs around his head and forcing him to eat her out.<br/><br/>A pair of wings sprouted out of Asma's tattoos as she carried Utari over. "Hands off, he's mine!" she shouted.<br/><br/>The whole affair was made even more dizzying as jealous girls fired spells at each other and boys eager to land their faves tried to use a mixture of <em>feather fall</em> and <em>telekinesis.</em><br/><br/>Amidst the chaos, Kleris saw Elmira soar through the air, not at a student but at his father, who accepted her with open arms...<br/><br/>Then Kleris collided with a soft bed. He was now back home, in his father's study.<br/><br/><em>Go to Father's Study Room</em><br/><br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Father's Study Room</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/OyGvBoR.jpg)<br/><br/>It was as Kleris remembered it. The place was a comfy room of lore, with books on many subjects and a chandelier lit by <em>continual flames</em> with windows in back revealing a clear spring day. If this was still a dream it was hard to tell, for the detail was precise, like it was pulled out of reality.<br/><br/>There was but one anomaly: a folded green envelope in the chair behind the half-circle table in the room's center. The signet stamp was not of any kingly symbol, but instead a personification of his father's face. Opening the letter the text was gibberish (a common trait in dreams) but began to form into sensible letters:<br/><br/><em>Kleris, my son,<br/><br/>If you are here, it means that the time has come when you met Retario or one of my old allies and thus dedicated yourself to finding me. I will not lie, I wish that this would not happen, but I'd be a fool not to prepare for this.<br/><br/>The enemy, the one responsible for sending me away for your safety as well as all you care about, is the One Death. In many planes, many worlds they go by many names. On Krynn they speak to Chemosh, in Faerûn they sought to forge a thorned crown for Myrkul. In Golarion their founder created the Whispering Way, but what they all have in common is an inner circle of people who seek nothing less than the heat death of the Multiverse,<br/> the end to all things. And I must stop them.<br/><br/>As I finish imbuing this memory inside you, I will be heading off for the world of Eberron, to prevent the One Death from making inroads among devotees of the Keeper. Do not be afraid to shed tears for your old man, but always remain strong. No matter the path you take in life, I will always be there from afar. And if we do meet again, in an earthly realm or the afterlife, I will tell you of all the great adventures I had on the road.<br/><br/>Sincerely,<br/><br/>Your Father</em><br/><br/>Kleris had some time to reflect on this, but the dream did not end.<br/><br/>Eventually, the silence was broken when Horishkad arrived via a portal.<br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/6097HZJ.jpg?1)<br/><br/><br/><em>There you are, Kleris!</em> The quori sounded almost happy to see him. <em>How fares your journey? Apologies, but this region of Dal Quor is rather...dangerous. I exhausted much of my power keeping them away from you as is.</em><br/><br/>Suddenly, the room rumbled as though an earthquake hit the area. Then a portion of the room's floor gave way, and dark tentacles rose up out of them. Horishkad interposed itself between the tentacles and Kleris as a naked pale succubus rose out of it.<br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/ptzO4ml.jpg?1)<br/><br/>"There you are, Kleris!" she exclaimed. "Good to see you! I couldn't help but notice your dream energy's been stronger than usual!"<br/><br/><em>Stay back, tanar'ri!</em> Horishkad exclaimed as it threateningly snipped its pincers in Elgazia's direction. <em>I know your true nature!</em><br/><br/>This only elicited a laugh from the succubus.<br/><br/>"Relax, honey," she said as she flew on over to pat the quori on the pincers. "If I had ill intent, I would have snuck up on Kleris and had my way with him. Speaking of which..."<br/><br/>In a wisp of shadow be teleported into Kleris' lap. "Since we're all dreaming here, what say you to a little bit of imaginative sex, eh?"<br/><br/>She shifted around so that her ass pressed against Kleris' pelvis. "We could do some practice bikini shots here without worrying about wasting any prepared spells, heehee..."<br/><br/><em>THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR THAT! KLERIS, WE SHOULD LEAVE!</em><br/><br/><br/><br/></div></div>