Yetta comes in somewhat tentatively, but rushes to de-manacle Hamin and wrap her arms around him as soon as it's clear that he is himself again.  She sits with him while he eats, and shares a bit of the gruel, though she's interested to see what Brugar brings back.

She nods her agreement with a sigh.  "I don't know, but it seems the worst that happens if we chain you and you don't change is that we unchain you after a bit.  If we don't chain you and you do..." she shudders.  "Not worth the risk until we know more about how this works.  Are we sure the mountain is still our priority?  I know it's important, but shouldn't we be finding a cure first?  Maybe the Daughters, or... somebody?"
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"There are another two nights of this," Hamin says wearily, "That is what Kiang said."  However, any further response is delayed as his daughter grabs him in a deep embrace.  However, his eventual response is emphatic.

"You will chain me for the next two nights, regardless - and perhaps even the nigh after to be safe.  I remember last night's rage.  The hunger, the need to feed.  On you, my friends and family.  We must not allow that to happen.

But once these two days are over, we must continue onward to the floating mountain.  If we take more than three weeks there, then we have to go through it all again ... 

"Hopefully they'll be able to scare up a priest in Iskbridge.. in Talhamnoduin," the elf corrects herself, scowling. "But better we catch the floating mountain first - they're going to find out sooner or later that we're no longer in that prison where they left us."

"And if it takes us longer than three weeks, I'm going to want to bite someone!"

"If there's no priest to be found, then we can try the Daughters. Though I'd as soon not - or we'll have to explain we lost both Lieseya and Saffaris's staff!"

"I'm not eating that either," she tells the Dwarf, looking at the rodent-like things he's caught.

"If it takes longer than three weeks, I might well bite someone ..." Hamin responds dryly.

"It was funnier when she said it," Yetta observes, with a small sigh of defeat.  She nods.  "Alright.  How long can it take to run down a flying mountain and defeat another God, right?" she says, with a somewhat bleak smile.

Brugar takes off his helmet and scratches his bald head.

"So we be stayin' 'ere another two days an' nights afore we go lookin' for that there flyin' mountain, right?" he asks uncertainly.

"That is probably best.  At least we know what we have here, who knows what we will find further down the road?"

"Dibs on the suite with the canopied bed," Yetta asserts.

"Two days it is, then. Any suggestions to pass the time? Perhaps we can catch something to eat that's more palatable than those.." the elf inclines her head towards the dwarf's first attempt.

"There's probably food on that flying mountain for whoever is sitting on it," she suggests thoughtfully. "Hopefully we're not on its usual menu."

"Perhaps we might consider what our options are, assuming we can jump aboard the flying mountain," the Elf pipes up. "I am certain that you know how to use those weapons you hold, but I have but little experience in battling alongside an army, albeit a small one."

"I am an adept - I can manipulate the magic that lies within all things. As you have already seen, from a small silken strand or a spider's web I can conjure a tangle of sticky threads to trap creatures within. With but a few pebbles I can create globes of mystical energy. From a coin I can form a shield.. if I but had a coin!"

Hamin raises his eyebrows and digs into his bag, "Silver or Gold?" he asks.  "I've only got a few silver, so if you want more than a handful it will have to be gold ..."

Brugar lifts the pair of rodent-like creatures he snared and sniffs them judiciously.

"Seem like they be alright to me," he mutters. "Reckon as Ah'll try an' make a smokeless fire to be cooking 'em. Need some good dry fuel for that, thicker'n me thumb, no bark or leaves an' naught as is green. First job be to find the right fuel. Reckon Ah might as well set a few snares to catch more of these little beauties if'n we be staying a couple days. Summat to warn of anything approaching the campsite too, Ah reckon. That'll 'elp pass the time. Might be time left to scout around the area too, or better yet, do that while Ah be doing the other as well."

The dwarf seems content enough with those tasks to keep him occupied.

"Even copper would do," Ayas assures Hamin. "I could bore you for hours speaking about the principles of Sympathetic Magic.." the elf meets the gaze of the grim warrior and hurriedly continues, "..but I promise I will not! A few silver will be fine for my purposes."

"I've survived on that thin gruel they serve in the prison for months," he tells Brugar. "I would be very pleased to feast upon such an extravagance."

"Another thought.. with a length of rope and a twist of parchement I can create.. call it an extradimensional space, if that helps our plans? The spell will persist for perhaps nine hours."

Hamin hands over a few silver coins, and then puts his purse away.  "You can have some gold coins as well if you need them." 

"I wonder if that would help me stop the change ...." Hamin muses  "After all, if I am not in this dimension I should be away from the pull of the moon ..."

Yetta perks up a little bit, and then sighs.  "That might have been better to know before Dad tore apart all of our ropes," she notes.  "Will it work with Brugar's magic one, or are any of these pieces still long enough for whatever you need?"

"It can't have been all of it.  There was a hundred feet of silk rope in my pack." Hamin offers.

The elf nods his head thoughtfully at Hamin's suggestion as he gratefully accepts the silver coin. "It should suffice - the space is not on our world, and so as you say the effects of the moon would not reach it."

"The only problem is that the moon may be in the sky for a few hours longer than the spell will last - but if it saves you eight hours of suffering, then that is a boon."

Ayas seems quite excited at the prospect.

With plans made, at least for food and the night to come, the day passes much more pleasantly.

Brugar sets his snares and traps, ready to catch or at least warn of whatever unwary beasts come too close this night, and while the mists make finding dry tinder impossible, so too they mask the smoke of the fire that the Dwarf kindles, and when cooked the rodent-like creatures prove to taste better than they look.

Night comes, and you decide to trust to the manacles rather than risk Hamin shredding all your rope.  Ayas selects a short piece of what remains from last night, barely five feet in length and as the light fails and the mists start to thin, warning of the approach of night, the Adept casts his spell, creating the space into which you quickly place Hamin, bound in metal.

The spell affords a window between this world and wherever it is, so you are able to talk for a time and get what sleep you can between turns on guard, until a couple of hours before what passes for dawn the spell fails and the one-eyed warrior is dropped (but a short distance thanks to Ayas's choice of a short rope) and his horrific transformation sets in.

Two hours later, though, Hamin reverts to human form, and you all breathe a sigh of relief.  Not long after that the mists begin to reform and the darkness recedes somewhat.

"We may have been discovered," Alasha'an reluctantly gives warning.  "I saw two figures out there - dark elves is my guess - but whoever it was definitely heard the noise," she glances sympathetically at Hamin.

"If so, then they may know what it signified and I fear they may return."

"Undoubtedly so," Ayas adds, glumly.  "The Hounds of Rhiannon will suffer none of their kind who is not part of their pack.  Any Dark Elf would seek to capture any such for the bounty offered, though they would wait till any moon-wrought transformation had ended, for they'd have no wish to share the same fate."

"We would be wise to assume they may return, and in greater numbers."

When Hamin is dropped out of his small world, he falls a good 5 feet onto a rocky floor, changing shape as he does so.  "arrghhhhwarooooolw" he half shouts half howls.

"Sorry." he comments as Alasha'an talks of the two mysterious figures in the early morning dimness.  "A shame they left, I could do with some exercise." he continues as he works the kinks, aches and pains out of his muscles.

Being tied up and then dropped 5 feet, isn't fun.  Although it isn't as bad as the revening change that came over him as he fell.

"D'ye want to be movin' camp then? Maybe we can shake 'em off if'n we find somewhere better to 'ide for tonight. Or d'ye reckon as they'd 'ave someone watchin' us through the day anyways?" Brugar asks.

OOC:  How many nights of Hamin-Change have we done?

OOC: two nights thus far, one to go if the word of Vaden Kiang is to be believed.

"If they've any sense at all, they'll return before nightfall - before the change is upon you," Alasha'an muses.

"Let's wait for them," the elf suggests to Brugar, nodding towards Hamin, "he needs the exercise!"