#rivervale_lodge

"Do your best, My Lord." Frank agrees.

"Back back to the bell, backk to the chime, back to the knell" Olgar uses dream craft to punch a hole and get them all out

Frank shepherds his two mortals through.

Frank brings them through two college students, possibly girlfriend and boyfriend... they arrive, but, have no mortal bodies. Pure Chimera.

Olgar lands with his own two, the man in his late twenties, and another teenage boy, but the yappear to be mortal again.

And the baron , having only one, has a confused grandmotherly woman who is also now just chimera

Frank keeps hold of his two.

the baron says "it's as I feared, only a few came back whole. the mortals are going to be confused, they'll disenchant and forget much but become something of a mystery on why they didn't age or where they've been. but we can drop them off far from here to be safe but htese others? They can maybe lose cohesian unless shaped into new chimerical forms"

The girl in frank's arm goes" I don't understand.. why re you blue, is the game over?

"Stay with me just a little while longer; you'll be safe soon." Frank looks around.

The baron says "Imagine them in new chimerical forms, something people dream of..which I fear isn't likely human... and focus your will"

OOC That's to Frank?

OOC: YUP

Frank nods and does as bid, using the image he has of her current appearance as a starting place and keeping as close to it as he can.

She gasps and...shudders and for a moment, seems quite human, even lovely...but her hairs burst into leaves and her skin, while warm flesh, takes on a cast like light bark.

"Hello" the nymph, or i s it a dryad looks at him wearing something that looks like a leafy version of princess Leia's slave costume

"Hello." Frank greets her gravely.

Olgar blinks "holy shit."

"Who am I?I remember...trapped, terribly dull now I...mm I like this better than where I was, but who and what am I please?" the girl asks

"Well." Frank frowns. "Do you have anything in your pockets? Do you have -pockets- anymore?"

Well, woman really. She was college age and still remains close

"Do I need pockets?" She looks down running her fingers over herself.

Olgar being a married man averts his eyes. The Baron is single and can gape.

Frank clears his throat and looks away.

"No, you don't need them, strictly speaking. You can be, um, whatever you like, I suppose. You look a lot like a tree-spirit, a dryad."

"No pockets... just me, wild and free..oh...yes... would you like to play with me? " A purr, "That is what's in the world yes? Hunting, dancing, mating?"

"Not in my case." Frank says politely, turning to the chimerical young man and focusing on him.

Frank realizes that some part of his own savage legacy, latent, has rubbed off on her. yet a touch of his own seelie legcy as well...eager to please within reason.

How much was within the woamn's soul before he's not sure

"Fine..." the dryad stretches "I need to find my tree..."

Frank feels something brush against him, the dryad... and it throws his concentration.

Frank quickly focuses down again; taking care of this mortal is -important-.

Brekke, hearing the multiple voices, calls down from upstairs. "Frank, Olgar...did it work?" She gets to the head of the stairs, and pauses. "Pardon, My Lord," to the Dougal, and then she descends, looking at the various...people?...there with curiosity. "Well, you have done something, at any rate...."

And Brekke sees a scantily clad chimerial woman with leafy hair pressing her ass against HER husband

Frank, meanwhile, is starting with firm focus on the .... chimerical young...mortal? ... man? Who's hand he is holding.

Perhaps Frank focused too much, as the college age man begins to shrink, and dwindle in his grip.

Olgar has two mortals, confused and enchanted, but definitely not chimera

Brekke pauses on the steps, and scowls at the leaf-covered woman...but then something is happening and somebody is shrinking... She comes down the stairs fully and goes to Frank's side, doing her best to ignore the woman but focusing on the....man? chimera? thing?

Frank struggles to make it right, to hang on, to -help-.....

And the figure sprouts wings, something a kin to a pixie with...

Brekke blinks and then stares. "Frank...?"

Although Frank does not respond, it's clear that he's heard her... he's just overwhelmed with the work he's doing.

Falcon wings burst out, and while he's human in every otherway, his features do have a certain bird of prey cast. "I... I'm solid again. I could feel myself slipping away. I'm in your debt sir. I'm in a better state than oblivion or imprisonment. I even remember my old name. Perry. Ironic that."

"Perry. Well met. Do you, um, remember -her- previous name?" He indicates, without looking, the new dryad.

Still very confused, Brekke looks to Olgar and his mortals. "Olgar, do they need help? If they are well, have them sit, and bring them food and drink to steady them."

"Yes, Ashley"

"Ok, there we go then. You were called Ashley, but you can change that if you want."

Ashly turns "huh...I was thinking an oak.." Her eyes look forward and UP into his, showing a nice amount of cleavage to his own gaze "But that's for home I guess. What name do YOU Like in a woman?"

Olgar answers, "They'll disenchant soon, lady if we take them out. But sure, food and drink and then I drop them off to pick up hteir lives a long way from here . Right of ignorance"

Frank clears his throat. "I like my wife's name. Brekke? This is Ashely, unless and until she changes it, and Perry." He meets his TrueHeart's eyes.