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My vision returned to me, and I found myself staring through a window from within a magnificent castle. I quickly looked around the room and saw that I was surrounded by royal musketeers, which reflexively caused me to be fearful, but something else struck me before I could react: I was looking up at them. Taking in my own form, I realized that I was in my kobold body again and was wearing an elegant silver breastplate with shoulder and crotch protection, all of which was oddly comfortable despite me never having worn armor before. The breastplate had an obsidian brooch set into its center, and something about the brooch felt familiar, as if it were set into my body rather than into the armor. Despite the fancy dress, I still was not wearing pants or a shirt, which simultaneously felt quite right and very wrong. I could also feel the magic of my rivière and pendant within my own body.

The room I was in seemed oversized. While much of the furniture seemed to be of normal size, some of it, as well as the room's dimensions, were absolutely enormous. All of these seemed unsettling and yet also quite natural.

I was ushered into a chair many times my size by the musketeers in the room. Rabbits and foxes in uniform took positions around the table while mannequins larger than any I'd seen before—easily eight feet tall—took positions on either side of me. Even these tall automatons would not be large enough for the chair in which I sat, which was designed to hold a creature even more massive than one of my usual stature. I felt as if I did not fit in, but the musketeers clearly saw me as their leader. I hesitantly asked what I was meant to do, to which they "reminded" me that I, leader of the entire Wonderland militia, was finalizing plans for the anniversary of Queen Marie's coronation, and my men awaited my order to start enacting the plans. Even hearing this felt at once correct and wrong: it was as if the entire situation were waiting in the front of my mind but inaccessible to my conscious thoughts. As the musketeers stood in a salute, I sat in sheer panic.
—Lank's Journal, 5 Years in the Future

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This is a picture of the sixteenth in-game day of my current Pathfinder campaign with usual DM  Bomba, then-DM  MonsterMutt, and players  Serophous,  Marshtomphappy,  CaitSith and  Quinn. Most of the party had found itself on yet another mental exhibition when it was forcibly pulled into the mind of party member Jean. Forced to wander through his past memories and deal with his tumutulous emotions, the party eventually found itself drawn into how Jean imagined the future: the rest of the party led successful lives after saving Wonderland while Jean was forgotten. My mutated kobold Gargantua was pictured as a giant dragon and vastly improved shapeshifter in this future who used his size and might to become head of the Wonderland militia, and who used his shapeshifting to restore his former body, allowing him to talk face-to-face with his men.

You can follow up on the latest events in the campaign as written by Lank/Gargantua here. This campaign captivates me more with every session that passes because of the intense character development that us players willingly undergo and that Bomba facilitates.

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