And so the adventurers gave unto the night... It started harmless enough, though Arren and Ashendar spearheaded the way. Guin and Tallyrand followed soon after, then Cal and even Myar once they met up again. At some point, they all cheered together, already half-lit, clinking their glasses together and downing a fresh round. After all, every drink they had was on the house, courtesy of a grateful King and people.<br/><br/>Moreover... who could ever refuse a drink? Everywhere they went, someone had already bought them a fine brew. "This one's on me." Someone would say, "On the house." "Go on, you have to try this..." The night wore on, at one point the six adventurers stumbled out of the King's great hall. Someone pointed their finger triumphantly towards the sky, getting a brilliant idea. They ended up in the court mage's room, one teleportation away from some of the finest drink the world had to offer.<br/><br/>The next few hours hazed and whirled around them, lost in the ether of drunken revelry and joy... But it all had to end sometime. And it ended with a throbbing headache.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>Arren was the first to come to, a sore cheek pressed against the floor as 'he' slept. Groggily coming to, there were a few things Arren might have noticed first. One, he wasn't wearing a shirt. Two, there was a striped tattoo on his lower back. Three, the potion of invisibility was gone... as well as her mythril shirt, plus the dragon egg. Four, there was a person who looked exactly like her, Arren's unmarred female self, complete with the missing items, sleeping atop her, hand down 'his' pants touching Arren's... Five, She was a He. Six, 'He' was in some sort of regal palace, out the window through violet curtains he could see a cascading desert extending out into the distance. Not so far away was a pile of mostly nude men and women, all apparently halflings and all dark in complexion and wearing exotic (un)dress.<br/><br/>They started to writhe, the sleeping mass of flesh being disturbed from within. Finally, a man emerged gasping for air. It was Guinevere, also much more... masculine. He, too, was almost entirely naked. Except for a belly-piercing, the painted dot on his forehead, and a medallion around his neck. 'What... what happened?' The medallion said to him vaguely in Arren's voice. His butt was kind of sore too... The entire pile of human(oids) started to shuffle and abruptly shift. Guin felt himself part of a avalanche as a large white dragon, no more than a young adult, groggily came to, blinking and licking its lips.<br/><br/>Ashendar woke up blinking from a reclined position in an apparently decked out throne next to a very warm body, though they was laying sideways on it like a bed. The heavy stonework throne was tipped over flat on its back and evidently dragged into the open-air room by the catastrophics markings on the marble floors... On her head was a crown, and she was wearing little else... She still had her holy symbol, and the belt of Giant Strength. She was also using her cloak as a blanket, but the magic Full Plate and Waraxe was missing. Underneath the cloak, practically spooning Ashendar was...<br/><br/>Myar. The changeling woke up mostly naked, and in a more masculine form. Indeed, Myar was still wearing gloves and boots, though 'his' pants were down around his ankles and his disguised breast plate somewhere on the floor nearby. A good portion of his other supplies had been missing, mostly the papers, chess board, and a few other items. All in all, it seemed like Myar was the<em>least</em>effected by all of this.<br/><br/>Callistara awoke at least clothed, somewhat, in 'his' undergarments. Otherwise, all of his posessions and wands were scattered around her. He did have what appeared to be an Amulet of the Planes around her neck... And a wedding band on his finger. Looking around, the would-be spouse was nowhere to be found. More importantly, he was sleeping on the heaving feathered chest of a full-grown Owlbear. It was unconscious, and asleep as far as he could tell...<br/><br/>Tallyrand woke up with a throbbing headache. He rolled over on a comfy velvet bed, the sheets a regal purple... and was face to face with a half-elven man. Dark, with brown eyes and raven hair, effeminate features (save for the goatee) and a lazy sleep. "Morning, beautiful." The swashbuckler did not yet realize he was a woman, or that he was wearing some rather shameful lingerie. On his finger, there was a gold ring, well crafted, and with three empty slots in it for some sort of jewel.<br/><br/>And there was one more thing. Arren's Owl, Myar's Raven, and Tallyrand's Horse were all missing...