"You guys..." Roy mumbled. He didn't know half of what was going on. Having just woken up didn't help either, and neither did having not eaten for two days. "First off, stop fighting, second, my name's Roy and I've already said that, third, I'm going to go eat." He walked back inside the Inn, ordered some breakfast, and sat down at a booth, eating.

"Undead, if you don't step away from him soon, I promise your death will be painful and slow!" Angela said, looking at Lippie.
Don't worry. Not like Undead will get a chance to lay a hand on you. After all, Undead and I have a score to settle. she noticed Roy was gone.
"Just great. Why did Roy leave?!" Angela sighed.

Because I haven't eaten in two days, that's why. Roy thought. I doubt you know what that's like.

((Dragons, including transformed ones, have sensitive ears. That explains why the bell in the tower hurt Roy's ears so much, and how he can hear her right now.))

What is up between those two... Roy thought. He could hear the entire conversation through the wall, so he just sat there eating his breakfast and listening to what seemed to be the most pointless argument in the world.

Roy finished eating and went back outside. "Well, that explains a lot. But still, if you two don't back off, I'll--" he stopped short.

"I'm Murmanthius by the way, 9th level djinni. I've also been called Hetetsep, Sedir, and the great and powerful Bol. Perhaps you've heard of my accomplishments, being an other-worldly creature such as myself?" I said, and put on my best hopeful grin.

"Hey, Lippie. You may want to just call him Murman, since his name is so hard to pronounce." Angela looked like she was about to giggle.
I'm glad he's not with Dark Tyrant. He's too...well...cute to be evil.
"Oh and Lippie, have you heard people talking about a person named Dark Tyrant? I'll explain later if you haven't." Angela offered, hoping Roy hadn't heard her thinking Lippie was cute.

Undead, frustrated that he couldn't headbutt the creepy creature, gave up and began headbutting Angela instead. But when he heard that Lippie didn't know Dark Tyrant he stood up straight. "You don't know who Dark Tyrant is? Hahaha, you're stupid," Undead laughed mockingly, glaring at the beast, "Dark Tyrant is the evil, tyrannical wannabe-overlord of all Arpee. He's not a very nice guy, to say the least. I'll let the others explain the rest, I'm hungry." Undead walked into the inn and sat next to the redhead swordguy. "I want food," he said, stealing Roy's plate, which had just arrived. "Mmm... eggs."

((Little late, Undead. Roy finished his breakfast and is outside with the others ))

"A rebellion in London? That doesn't narrow things down much... But it's true, I seem to recall your aura. Yet, I don't remember us as the best of friends at our last meeting", I said, remembering a certain imprisonment inside of a bubble.

(( Due to a warp in the space-time continuum, even when Roy does go outside he will still be in the inn, eating. Forever. Which explains how Undead managed to steal his food. ))

Undead walked back outside and said, "okay, stupidheads, we have to head off. For all we know Dark Tyrant may be looking for the Relix himself, so we have to beat him to them. On to the stage we go!" Undead jumped on the stage and high-fived the DJ, signalling that they were ready to go.

Roy got onto the stage as well. Right about then, he saw Lippie, but he was a human...What the...? I thought I was the only one who could do that...bah, nevermind. he thought.

((Space-time continuum..? When did that come into play here? Ah well, nevermind...))

"So Undead, you know which swamp we're going to first," Stewart asked as he boarded the stage.

"Yes, please don't tell me it's the Shadowmire. I hear there are these things in there that love to eat humans..." Roy said. He remembered when Drakaan was fleeing the things that killed her family, she had to go through Shadowmire and got cut up pretty badly.

"Wait...I remember someone going in Shadowmire for an odd jeweled spellstone once...If that's what your after, I can probably tell you where it is."

"No, we're just going to 'Ye ol' Swamp in the East,' also known as Yosite Swamp. It's a big ol' swamp that contains most swamps that have ever been RPed. The creator of the Land of Arpee just thought it best if all the swamps were in the one place. It helps with the filing," Undead said, ever the expert on Arpee. Then he jumped onto the stage, and, after checking that everyone was onboard, he signalled the DJ and they shot up into the air, the stage following close behind..

Thank goodness... Roy thought. This meant that he probably wouldn't have to deal with any of the man-eating Trogs for a while.

"Exactly how many relics are there?" I asked.

Well, this should be a wonderful experience. Or it would be, if I didn't have that constant nagging at my essence... and if I didn't have to exert myself for the sake of a world that has imprisoned me all my life... and if my company didn't consist of a turtle eating dinosaur, a dragon who's head looks like it's on fire, a headbutting maniac, and an flirting, thought intruding girl with anger issues. Did I mention the armless... monster... whose hobbies include long walks on the beach and sticking people in a bubble?!

"Five," Udnead answered, definitively, "or six. Maybe four. I don't know how many there are! Why should I?! I hate you!!!" Undead growled and sat at the edge of the stage, watching the ground speed by. "We're nearly there," Undead said, after a few seconds, and pointed down at a huge, sprawling, brown-green mess of swampliness.

"Lovely." Roy said sarcastically, staring down at the swamp. Maybe I should search by air...

"So, where do we start? Are you planning on splitting us up? Are would you prefer we sticking together so we can waste our time as one big group of oddballs?" I asked.

"Just what I was going to say. I could search by air, but if these things are hidden under piles of ick then that wouldn't help much." Roy said. "If we split up, we can cover more area. But if we split up, it'd be good to put us in groups...that way if we get attacked-unlikely, right?-then we won't end up losing someone."

That was quite a mouthful.

Roy stretched. Wonder what the Relix-things look like...maybe they look like the Spellstone from Surdana.