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Hesper’s Web Pt. 7

June 6, 2020

They all held hands and Gwendolyn wished them back up to the castle. Gwendolyn’s little eyes sparked with hope and relief to see that castle again. The adventurers gathered around the little girl as they approached the gates for the second time. Mariel put her hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“Gwendolyn,” Mariel said. “Things are going to get violent. We are going to have to fight that thing in there and I want you to be prepared for that.”

“I understand,” Gwendolyn said. “You guys are adventurers. You fight the bad things.”

“We do indeed,” Luther said. “We are here to protect you and that means getting that thing out.”

“If we could ask you to stay here, we would,” Dimitri said. “It’s going to be too dangerous.”

“But we need you with us because you have the power here,” Asher said. “You’re our back up, kiddo.”

Gwendolyn nodded timidly and smiled. “Okay,” she said.

Dimitri and Luther led the way but Gwendolyn nodded at the gate and it opened easily for them. There were no preliminaries this time. No mermaids. No unicorns. They arrived immediately in the throne room once again. The Thing That Was Not Gwendolyn locked eyes with Gwendolyn and, to her credit, Gwendolyn did not back down. Asher played a little tune to bolster Gwendolyn’s confidence. Everybody readied their weapons and there was a stillness. Sir Buttonface stepped into the middle of it all with his huge weapon. Something passed over the bear’s face as he saw Gwendolyn.

“Sir Buttonface!” Gwendolyn said with a pout. “You stop that this instant! You are my knight.”

“Master Gwendolyn!” Buttonface said. “What is going on?” He looked back at The Thing on the throne and clutched his weapon a little tighter. “Traitor! Abomination!” He raised his weapon.

“Sir Buttonface!” Mariel called out. “You need to protect Master Gwendolyn. We’ll take care of that thing.”

Sir Buttonface nodded but looked sad. “I apologize for what I have done earlier,” he said. “I will make it up to you.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Dimitri said. He was a man of honor and understood how the knight must feel having been fooled and controlled by something so foul.

“Speak for yourself,” Dina said. “Ouch.” However, she was smiling because what were they going to do? Hold a grudge against a teddy bear?

“Protect the girl, Sir Knight,” Luther said. “Let’s do this thing.”

Sir Buttonface scooped up Gwendolyn and lept to the other end of the throne room. She clutched his fur and brought herself closer to him to comfort herself. He shielded her with his body. Gwendolyn was safe and now it was time to get down to business.

The Thing on the Throne stood up and turned into a black, crystalline figure before multiplying into several creatures. They had sharp claws and glowing green eyes. Nobody had seen anything like them but nobody hesitated. They attacked as one but this time there was not an over-sized teddy bear knight in their way. With Gwendolyn returned to her palace, the scales were balanced once again. The battle was not short but one by one the creatures were shattered until one remained. The remaining Thing gibbered and cursed in some dialect from beyond. Mariel focused and summoned a chest and Dimitri and Dina dumped the creature into it. Mariel locked the chest and it disappeared.

“We’re done here,” Mariel said to Luther. “It’s over.” The two of them exchanged a look.

“I guess we can wake up then,” Dina said, looking around.

“I don’t think we got much rest,” Fern said as she stretched.

“We’ll get some soon enough,” Mariel said. “Ironically we have to wake up first.”

“Because that makes complete sense,” Dina said.

“Dream magic is strange,” Mariel said with a shrug. “It’s why people rarely mess with it.”

Gwendolyn and Buttonface walked toward them. “Is it over?” Gwendolyn asked. “Is the bad thing gone?” She seemed to be growing stronger, gaining her footing again in her own mind.

“We’re taking it away,” Asher said. “You can wake up now. We’ll see you when we’re all awake.”

“Okay,” Gwendolyn said. “Thank you.” Her smile warmed the hearts of the adventurers, really the only thanks they needed.

A bright white started to fill the chamber and everybody covered their eyes.

Hesper’s Web Pt. 3

March 7, 2020

It was a bright and sunny day as Mariel opened her eyes, standing in front of a giant, unfamiliar castle. As she looked around, she saw that everybody had made it inside. The grounds around the castle were full of green trees and gardens full of flowers. The flowers were hard to look at as their colors were unearthly bright like nothing in the material plane. Now that Mariel thought about it, the sun was way too bright. The place was off, like a saccharine version of the real world. The hopes and dreams of a peasant girl personified.

“Did everyone make it?” Luther asked. He was looking around, blinking. Even after decades above ground, a dwarf would be sensitive to such bright sunshine. Hells, Mariel felt her eyes start to hurt. She had to remember that it was not really her eyes as they were not really there. They were all in their armor and Mariel guessed that this drew from memory. There might be loopholes to exploit in that but that would require experimentation. They had to get their bearings first.

“Looks like it,” Asher said. “We’re all in one piece. Though, it is oddly quiet.”

“That would be the first thing you’d notice,” Mariel said. She was a little annoyed at herself that she had not noticed it. “Not the eye-searing visuals or the strange architecture.”

“I thought it would be stranger,” Asher said with a shrug. “This place just feels like it’s badly rendered art rather than a true dreamscape. However, the silence unnerves me. The world is never silent.”

“Everybody’s a critic,” Luther said. “Maybe the girl has limited imagination.”

“Perhaps the devil’s influence has imposed some undue order on her dreamscape?” Mariel offered. “Devils despise chaos if it does not suit their purposes.”

“Umm,” Dina said. “Did you not notice that this castle is resting on a cloud far, far above whatever’s down there?”

“That seems structurally unsound,” Dimitri said.

“Not in the Dream Plane,” Mariel said. “The laws imposed by nature and magic do not apply here.”

“What does that mean?” Dimitri asked. “Should we be frightened?”

“It means that literally, anything is possible here,” Luther said, “So be smart and be prepared for anything.”

“Like that?” Fern asked and pointed at a giant stuffed teddy bear in golden armor. It was walking toward them slowly. Its height was ten feet and it looked substantially solid. Obviously, it would be a bruiser of a fighter in the material plane. Except, of course, that it was a stuffed toy.

Everybody drew their weapons in unison and got ready to fight. The bear gave them a stern expression and shook its head and then let out a ‘tsk tsk tsk’ disappointed sound. It waited patiently for everybody to slightly lower their weapons in confusion.

“My name is Sir Buttonface,” the bear said in a deep gravelly yet comforting voice. “If you can behave then you can come inside. If you cannot behave, you must be sent below.”

“Umm, what’s down there?” Mariel asked.

“You do not want to know,” Buttonface said. “We do not contemplate such things. However, we assume that it is not pleasant. Master Gwendolyn is not to be disrespected and she handles such disrespect efficiently.”

“Wouldn’t it be ‘Mistress Gwendolyn?” Dimitri asked with a smile. He had been taught the ways of the court and nobility and these things were ingrained.

Sir Buttonface turned quickly toward Dimitri, frowning deeply. “Girls can be masters too,” he yelled somewhat defensively. “It would be like calling me Mister Buttonface. Honestly!”

Dimitri looked seriously at the stuffed bear. “I am sorry Sir Buttonface,” he said. “I would never dishonor a fellow knight. Please accept my apology.”

Sir Buttonface visibly brightened and nodded. “Of course,” he said. “Mother always said to be nice.”

“Mother?” Mariel asked. “Your mother?”

Sir Buttonface shook his head. “I don’t have a mother,” he said. “I mean Master Gwendolyn’s mother. I’ve never met her myself but our dear Gwendolyn speaks highly of her.”

“We’ve met her,” Luther said. “She sent us here to visit.”

“Truly?” Buttonface asked. “Then you must all come inside. Master Gwendolyn will want to speak with you. In fact, she will want to play with you.”

“Play with us?” Dina asked, a little nervousness in her voice. “What does that mean?”

“Just what I say,” Buttonface said. “Shall I lead the way?”

“Lead on,” Luther said. “We will follow you.”

Sir Buttonface lumbered toward the massive castle gates and started to push them open effortlessly. Everybody moved to follow. They stayed prepared for a battle.


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