Time passes much more quickly in Rohandor and many long and happy years have gone by since the characters retired to enjoy their respective 'happily ever afters,' their greatest foes were imprisoned in the Forever Stone, bound in an eternal sleep. Until Now.
Happily Ever Afters takes place in Rohandor, a mystical realm on another plane of existence from our own. Here our favorite Disney heroes and villains live in a world all their own; Alive, but far from well. Heroes and heroines fight to keep peace while newly freed villains seek their revenge. Come join us in an epic adventure as the characters you love clash in a struggle that will determine the fate of Rohandor!
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Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Nov 1, 2017 10:41:32 GMT -5
He watched further, eyebrows raising as she continued to shift forms, seeming to remain unaffected by his own major spell. It appeared that was her main power, or at the very least, the one she tended to utilize the most. And each form that she changed into was not merely an animal, but ones that kept her main physical traits.
Well, it certainly made her easier to identify, but he wondered, ultimately, how practical it was in the long run. His own transformations were, of course, completely seamless. Much less easy to pick out of a crowd.
But no time for that sort of pondering right now. He had a game to win.
She cackled something about "substitutiary locomotion" when seeing the suits of armor, and he had to smirk at that a little. "I confess it's something of a favorite of mine!" he fired back as she transformed into a hideous gorilla and started playing havoc with them.
He began considering his other options as the suit with the cuffs crept up behind her, attempting to latch at least one to one of her free arms. If he could get her to stay in one place, he'd be home free. Restrict her movements at all coasts.
Mim hadn’t had this much fun in quite some time. Very rarely did she cross paths with anyone who gave her a real challenge. Oh, she was still positive she would win in the end, but she was in no hurry to make it so.
One of the suits grabbed her hairy, muscular arm and latched on. Mim spun around, knocking it against another, exposing herself to a third. It poked her bottom with it’s sword and Mim crowed with rage and pain. “Oh! OH! Want to play dirty, do you!?”
At this point, Mim was addressing the armor, rather than Puck. Furous, she turned into a donkey and, braying at the top of her lungs, lashed out with the sharp lavender hooves. She kicked and kicked and kicked. One suit jumped onto her back and suddenly there was a very strange rodeo taking place in the middle of the library as the pink ass tried to buck off a very old suit of armor.
The pair crashed into a shelf of books and it teetered precariously for a moment before gravity won. It tipped, crashed into its neighbor, and fell. One by one shelves began to topple like huge dominoes. Pages and dust flew everywhere.
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Nov 8, 2017 17:41:53 GMT -5
Puck couldn't help but chuckle as he saw the scene in front of him play out. "I must say, this is the most entertainment I've had in quite some time, my dear Mim," he chortled from his perch on a bookshelf.
Or, well, what used to be said perch. The commotion of her bizarre rodeo with the suit of armor soon collapsed all the shelves, Puck quickly jumping off to avoid being caught in the crossfire. And....Mim was gone.
Hmm. Very curious. And suspicious.
Well, no time like the present. He quickly darted out of the room, closing and locking the door behind him. It wouldn't keep her out for long, undoubtedly, but it would serve as a brief distraction, and any time that bought him was good time.
In truth, he wasn't worried about the outcome of this much. Xanatos would undoubtedly be understanding of the circumstances should he lose; the businessman knew a thing or two about making deals with magic, after all. And while the tasks ahead proved to be unpleasant, they were temporary in the end.
Nevertheless, he bounded down the hallways, heading toward the castle's former great hall. Perhaps that could prove a useful fighting arena as well.
In a very short period of time Mim had completely destroyed the castle’s library. She didn’t care at all, of course. She hated books. She hated to read. If anyone had bothered to ask, she would have insisted the Library was better now than it had been before she arrived.
In the shape of a pink ladybug, Mim watched Puck leave. Once the elf had closed and locked the door, Mim changed back to her true form and dusted herself off. Kicking a knight’s helmet out of her way, she made her way to the window. Her first idea had been to change into a gecko and climb up the side of the wall to a different room. That way she could really get the jump on the prize she was after. However, on second thought (a rare thing indeed, for Mim), she decided against it. She had promised to stay INSIDE the castle, after all.
Not that she was above cheating, of course. Had another option not come to mind, she would have gone up the wall without a care for the rules. However, at that moment she noticed a breeze. The heating had kicked on and Mim saw a vent had been built into the floor. On closer inspection, she saw it led away, under the floor.
With a delighted cackle, Mim changed into a weasel, pulled the grate away, and stuffed herself into the vent. Muttering and chuckling to herself, she sped off. She paused now and then to peer into other rooms. Finding nothing interesting, she kept going.
Eventually Mim squeezed out of the vent in a hallway. Shifting form, she changed into a fat purple beagle. She sniffed around at the carpet until she found Puck’s scent. With a mad, howling cackle, she took off at a run.
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Nov 21, 2017 1:29:50 GMT -5
Eventually, Puck got to the Great Hall, with its various weapons, tapestries, and shields on the walls, as well as the table and chairs.
He starting barring the door with the various chairs, knowing that while it probably wouldn't give him a terrible amount of time, it would at least give him time to think, maybe even a place to hide in here potentially.
Despite his general lack of worry over much of the situation, it was entirely possible that he'd underestimated this Mad Madame Mim. Admittedly, she had appeared to be a human sorcerer at first, and they were sometimes quite easily handled when you weren't shackled to them via that blasted mirror, but now he wasn't so certain. "Then again, if she was a foe of Merlin," he muttered to himself, "I suppose I should have compared her to that level of power in the first place."
There had been other witches and wizards, powerful ones too, in the original time of King Arthur (who was now running around who knows where having adventures with that Griff fellow and occasionally MacBeth). Morgaine Le Fay had had enough raw power to give him trouble once or twice.
But Mim was different. Crazy added a lot to power.
The fat pink beagle loped down the richly-decorated hallway, following Puck’s scent. Finally she rounded a corder and came to a long corridor that led to a set of double doors. Mim was pretty sure Puck was through there.
She hadn’t exactly tried to sneak up on him. She’d given a good hunting-dog howl not long before while hot on his trail… which he hadn’t exactly tried to mask. Was there a trap waiting inside? Was he up to something? Oh, she hoped so! It had been such a long time since she'd had any good fun.
Mim took a moment and changed into yet another animal— this time a great cotton-candy-pink cow. She had huge horns that sprouted from a mop of purple hair and sharp hooves. Her tail lashed back and forth as she pawed at the ground, her hooves tearing at the carpet.
With a mad moo, Mim reared up and launched forward, tearing hell-bent down the hall. She lowered her head and charged through the doors, shattering them to all sides as she burst into the Great Hall.
She spotted Puck and changed her trajectory just enough to be added right for him, cackling gleefully all the while.
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Jan 4, 2018 14:41:59 GMT -5
Puck's ears quirked at the decidedly canine howl and he couldn't help but regain his playful smirk. Giving him time to prepare, was she? This really WAS turning into a fun game.
Gesturing nimbly, he floated several swords off the wall, bringing them to dance in a circle around his head. He of course didn't necessarily aim to severely hurt her with these, but he figured that she could handle the heat getting higher in this situation.
He would not choose to underestimate her again, after all. That had proven to be quite a mistake thus far, and not one he was eager to repeat.
The doors suddenly began to cave and then burst, splintering and going to both sides as a distinctly large, pink cow burst in, mooing and cackling as she headed straight for him. "I was beginning to get a little bored, my dear Mim!" he called, dodging and flinging two swords at her hooves. "This has been a positively delightful afternoon!"
He scanned the other walls for weapons. There were shields, of course, and maces and axes. All well and good, but....a HA.
A great longbow and a quiver hung with care next to a hunting tapestry, presumably the one that was used to slay the huge boar depicted in it. He started moving towards that, tossing two more swords behind him as a distraction.
Mim had to lurch to the side to avoid the first two swords and barely missed Puck with her horns as she barreled past. She tried to hick out with her back hooves but was too far away to get him. She was well and truly worked up now, with a mad glint in her bovine eyes. Rearing around, she charged after Puck again.
The elfin creature threw two mores swords and these came close— too close. Mim screeched, more with anger than pain, and changed back to her human form. With a gasp she looked down at her dress, where a sword had left a tear. “My dress!”
Bits of lavender hair floated past her nose. With a anguished cry of fury, Mim grabbed at her head. A huge chunk of her hair was missing. Mim’s eyes crossed as she tried to look at the hair in her hands. Finally she threw up her hands and turned to face Puck again.
"You want to play rough, eh? You want to raise the stakes?"
With a breathless laugh, she saw the weapons he was headed toward. She took a deep breath and belched out a cloud of smoke. Her form began to bloat and grow and suddenly she was a huge purple dragon. She had to duck her head, even in this huge room. With a deafening roar, she lunged forward, snapping at Puck’s back.
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Feb 1, 2018 0:44:14 GMT -5
Mim-Cow continued to rush at him even as he threw more weapons. He paused as two of them came close, nicking her around the edges and a HORRIBLE shriek of anger issued from her.
He smirked quite plainly and largely at the sight of her wailing and literally tearing her hair out over the damage down to her dress. It turned out she was rather vain too, eh? "Oh, so terribly sorry, my dear. I suppose I could pay to have that replaced if you win, hmmmm?" A small series of tsk-ing noises. "Careless, Mim, very careless indeed."
He watched, alarm slightly rising, as she now screeched again and transformed into a massive dragon. Okay, time to stop messing around, he thought as he started to zoom back towards the wall with the crossbow....
......Only to find himself encircled in her jaws! Struggling, wincing, and trying to get himself out (it didn't quite seem fair to just poof out), he eventually sagged in defeat.
"It appears," he drawled, "that you've caught me, witch. I suppose I should congratulate you, but, well, I'm feeling rather put out at the moment." Defeated by a seemingly mortal sorcerer....not one of his better days, if he was being honest.
Mim’s jaws closed around Puck’s middle and she lifted him high, shaking him back and forth like a dog with a bone. Eventually he stopped squirming around and Mim dropped him.
He surrendered and Mim gave a victorious crow, slammed her tail into a nearby display case with glee, and transformed back into her usual, horrible, self with a soft ‘pop.’ She clapped her hands happily. “I win, I win! Oh, that was more fun than I’ve had in ages.”
The witch planted her hands on her hips and grinned down at her new toy. Per their agreement, he now had to do whatever she said.
She held up a finger. “Now. Why don’t we start with what’s really going on with this place.” She gestured with a flick of her wrist at the castle. “If it wasn’t Merlin, then why does this place stink of old magic?” Before Puck had a chance to answer, however, another thought came to the crazy old woman and she added another question, focusing her beady green eyes on Puck's. "And why are YOU, a child of Oberon, bound here? Did you lose a bet with someone else?" She gave a wide grin and another triumphant giggle.
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Mar 21, 2018 11:12:39 GMT -5
(OOC: SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT)
Puck grunted in displeasure as he was shook around in Mim's jaws before being deposited unceremoniously on the floor, but a smirk eventually made its way back onto his face. "As I said before, my dear, you're quite a worthy opponent. I can only hope that our next battle proves just as stimulating."
He meant every word, which was unusual for the Puck. Cocking an eyebrow at her question, the smirk grew wider. "I think I'll let my better half explain that for you."
With a snap of his fingers, he transformed back into Owen, face not reacting at all to what he'd just been through. "This is Castle Wyvern," he began, "an ancient Scottish fortress that calls home to what we know as gargoyles. Their magic and origins are unknown, but having spent a great deal of time in here myself and knowing its history, there are a number of sorcerers and magical artifacts that have found their home here over the centuries."
A brief adjusting of his glasses. "Merlin himself is not recorded as ever having come to Wyvern, but we have had contact with contemporaries such as Arthur Pendragon. I presume you know that name quite well."
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