A Chamber With a New Companion

The party made its way down the stairs, after taking care of minor issues in the chamber with the fountain, the order went similar to how entry to the room with the fountain had gone, much to Jonah’s mild annoyance, again. Progressing down the stairs took a few minutes, with the light issue being minor thanks to just enough light from above and below flowing through. Once they got to the foot of the stairs, they found the door itself was actually glowing with about the same intensity as a bright torch, but also in a way that it wasn’t actually harmful to anyone’s eyes. Ulnarka made a comment about Molsalkisa likely wanting to study the door as she found the handle that was hidden through some magical means almost by instinct and opened the door to reveal the largest room they had seen yet.

The room they filed into was noticeably large. It looked like it was two hundred feet from the door to the opposing wall, the walls from left to right upon entry seemed to about around a hundred feet from the door in both directions, and the ceiling seemed to be a bit over eighty-five feet over their heads. The room seemed pretty barren, aside what looked like some kind woman made from blue-green slime thirty feet in front of the party and what looked like an obelisk made of rainbow-colored stone in the center of the room that reached a little over forty feet up, with glowing crystals ringing the base of the obelisk. That all said, there were no visible doorways or passages out of the room.

“Well, that’s new,” said Jonah as he surveyed the room with his eyes and focused in on the very feminine looking mass of slime in front of the group. He took a quick look behind them and said, “And the doorway back has pulled a disappearing act again.”

“Oh joy,” said the twins in a unison sarcastic manner.

“A Slime-kin, fascinating,” said Molsalkisa, “records say they disappeared from the world ages ago, we have a small miracle on our hands, especially since almost records of their abilities and capabilities were lost ages ago. I suppose the gods might know something, but they aren’t sharing any of the details, even when asked.”

“Oh, where am I,” came the inquiry of the slime woman, who was looking a bit disoriented, in a slightly burbling voice, her bust size seemed to be shifting erratically between B-Cup and FF-Cup, and everywhere in between, the rest of her figure was shifting about in a similar manner; this meant that some sights of her form seemed horribly mismatched.

“The Primaria Archipelago,” Molsalkisa, “I’m Molsalkisa, the sauropod warrior is my guardian who goes by the name Ulnarka, and the other four we picked up recently before entering this dungeon.”

“I’m in a dungeon? That would explain the odd placement of things,” said the slime woman, “my memory feels all fragmented and gooey, all I can remember is the name Orania; I’m sure if it’s really my name or not, but you can call me that until I figure out something I prefer more. I hope we find something for me to wear, it might help my form more consistently. Oh, sorry, I was assuming I would be joining you all.”

“I don’t have any issues with that,” said Jonah, “she’s free to join us until we actually find our way out of here, or longer, her choice.” The slime woman perked up, and her shifts actually locked int the form of a voluptuous form with what appeared to be a DD-Cup bosom; the slime at the top of her head shifted into a reddish brown slime approximation of what could probably pass for hair at a distance.

“That’s a very distinct voice,” said Orania in surprise.

“Well yeah,” said Marsha, “Jonah is a male, we hear they’re not all that common in this place,” she gave a little smirk to her sister and playfully mouthed something about a bet regarding how long it took for Jonah’s dick to be inside of her.

Trisha sarcastically rolled her eyes at her sister before turning her attention to the slime woman, “Jonah, my sister, and myself didn’t grow up on this world; some sort of magical mishap brought us all here. I think they were only aiming for Jonah but we sort of got caught in the wake and were pulled along for the ride, which ironically revealed something about our own lineage we were not aware of before waking up on the beach that Ulnarka found us on.”

“Let’s focus on the task at hand,” said Jonah, “given Molsalkisa is the most scholarly among us, she’s probably the best equipped to make sense of whatever is on the obelisk.

“I’ll see what I can root out,” said the ceratopsian woman as she made her way over to the multicolored stone structure; Ulnarka followed close behind her, for various reasons.

“Your top layer transformed to simulate hair,” said Marsha as she turned her attention towards the slime woman, “and it looks like you aren’t shifting your figure at random anymore, maybe if you focus enough you can make your exterior emulate some kind of clothing or material.”

“Like what,” inquired the slime woman.”

“The horned dino woman has a square of material that you could probably emulate,” said Trisha, “maybe ask her about it when she is done inspecting the obelisk.”