This thread has absolutely nothing to do with anything that actually goes on in TBT Saga. It will, however, I hope, have standard TBT Saga type zaniness and fun.

The Great DM has disappeared. Since he's a friend of Anaea' she's somewhat irked when he disappears. And then, she receives a ransom note.



Anaea summons everybody in her realm to her and tells them of what has happened.

"I cannot leave this realm becuase cannon dictates that I am dead, and I still don't have time to be a proper DM, even for a silly thread like this, but who among you are willing to go out and rescue the Great DM for me? I certainly cannot pay the ransom, and would like to see the Great DM saved. Anyone?"

Estonja gallops up on her horse. Her riding bow is strung with an armor piercing arrow nocked and ready. "Finally, some action."

Shas enters shortly later.
'I'm always up for some action. Especially if it involves fire.'

RTC kneels before Anaea-Sai, "I am always willing to serve. Whatever irks my parrot goddess irks I. TLP decided not to come because he's being a lazy idjit."

Raziel meanders in on the group with a daydreamy face and looks about

"Oh...yeah, sure...i'll help too..."

"Thank you. Now, to make sure you have everything you could possibly need for the journey, browse this market." With a gesture a large, boisterous, and well-stocked market appears. "Tell all the stall keepers that you purchase it for me, and that should cover everything." Anaea disappears.

Meanwhile, in a darkened dungeon-like room somewhere...

The Great DM fthg42 stirs wearily. "Where am I?" His head aching, he tries to make out his surroundings.

Wait, what do I mean where am I? fthg42 thinks to himself. I'm the friggin' DM! Light bursts into being, and fthg42 finds himself chained to a moldy brick wall in a room which resembles a dungeon of some sort.

Oh please...A dungeon? Hello? I'm the...Dungeon Master? Using his DM abilities, fthg42 begins to dissolve the chains around his wrists and ankles...

...but the links hold! "What the hell?" he exclaims wildly. "Anti-DM metal?"

"Even better!" rumbles an ominous voice nearby. fthg42 looks up, shocked, to see a man standing there before him, someone all too familiar. "The chains are made of galvanized carbonite nanotubes! Immune to your DM abilities!"

"Good god," says fthg42. "The Lab Master? But...I wrote you myself! In my piece for the Piecemeal Tale II!"

"Yes!" cackles the Lab Master. "And now thanks to your newfound DMastery, your words have brought me to life!"

"Wait a minute," fthg42 says warily. "If I'm the one who created you in the first place, why have you captured and chained me to the wall? And why are you speaking entirely in exclamations?"

Moreth bounds in and grins, "What's that? Free stuff? Awesooome!"

He bounces up to a stall and grins, "I'll take ten kilos of scrap metal thanks!"

Crake has fallen into a strange world yet again and has no idea where he is.
"Aw, crap."

Looking around he sees Raziel and Estonja, and Shas. He is unfortunatly unclear as to if he has finally found them, so he thinks of ways to test the reality of the situation.
Well I could grope the women. Or I could kick the rabbit. God I hope there aren't any mind readers wherever the hell I am.

RTC looks over the stuff in the stalls, not taking anything. She doesn't see anything she wouldn't have in her coat, anyways.

waste not want not.

A voice echoes through the dungeon, but the Great DM cannot understand it. The Lab Master apparently does, and leaves for a moment.

"Does he believe it?" the voice asks.
"Yup."
"Good. Good. And soon I shall have what is rightfully mine!" The voice cackles with so much power that not only can fthg42 hear it, it feels like it vibrates the core of his being.

Raziel walks around the shops, curiously peeking in and out of stalls that have anything magical on them. Interestedly she inspects five books and ends up buying them (as she doesn't thnk they count for things that will help) And continues looking.

"I don't think there is much here that would help..."

Moreth spins around from the stall, his new metalic pocketed and cackles insanely!
He flicks his ears about and starts to shift people about by there jewlerry, belt buckles, zippers, etc.

"Hee! This is fun!"

He hangs Raziel and RTC upside down by one another and giggles!

Well Moreths actions have done one thing for Crake, they confirmed that this place is truely real. Or at least damn close...

Crake proceeds to walk over to RTC and Raziel and the rabbit. Crake simply glares at him. After that stare he proceeds to lift Moreth uup by the ears and threaten,
"Put them down rabbit, and don't just drop them either. Only really low people need to tie up girls to make themselves feel better. And if you even think of using that magnet trick on me, I don't need weapons to hurt you."

With that Crake surges some magic into his hands to give an extra firm grip on Moreth's ears. He turns to Raziel and RTC and says,
"What I had a bad day, the rabbit just pushed me over the edge."

Moreth whimpers and as soon as his ears are held still, everything stops moving, and the two fall to the ground, head-first. Not too big a drop. maybe a metre or two...

"... That was your fault"