Odd Jobs: Chapter SixODD JOBSChapter SixThere were countless strange, wondrous and terrible things to see throughout the Planes of Existence; from the ever-shifting and eternal chaos of Limbo to the glittering treetop elven homes of Arvandor to the bubbling, horrific ooze and fungal forests of Shedaklah, one of the vilest layers of the Abyss. Ceraline had been born on a Prime Material world and raised in the Outer Planes at different homes owned by her mother, including a walled family mansion in Sigil. Despite her youth she had seen and experienced much, including a great deal of what the Big Doughnut had to offer. But this was a new one even for her. They had come through the portal, immediately looking for cover in case the ogre mage managed to follow them somehow. They were surrounded by stone ruins, so stuff to hide behind wasn't hard to find. The portal on this end was a tall archway in one of the ruined walls. When it seemed safe, that they weren't going
Odd Jobs: Chapter FiveODD JOBSChapter FiveGaradun woke to find himself on a feather mattress in an oversized bed that smelled lightly of wildflowers. Big fluffy pillows were behind his head and the sheets were silk. An oversized bedspread made of plush purple fur with blue tips on the guard hairs covered the entire bed. He looked around and saw the walls and ceiling were painted in a pleasant shade of violet. There were thick carpets on the floor, erotic paintings on the walls and a lot of expensive-looking furniture. The bed was a four-poster affair, made of darkwood, a magical black wood which was hard as oak but only half the weight. There was no other possible word for the room other than boudoir. He lifted the sheets and saw he'd been stripped to his shorts. There was a bandage around his torso, but his arm looked fine apart from a faint pink line. His chest ached a bit, though nothing as bad as he would've expected from the wounds he'd received.