Ty had finished with Mike, and while he was running this game world. Sometimes games take on a life of their own.
Ty willed himself from the pasture to wherever the adventurers had managed to get themselves. He didn't move an inch. Was there something wrong with his powers?
"Hi, Ty, what're you doing here? We got tired of waiting and decided to approach the town from the other side through these quaint farms," Brian shouted.
The farmer turned and looked, he muttered, "Damn, elves," and headed toward town for help.
Christine ran up, "Oooh, look a newborn calf with its mother. Odd it's the wrong time of the year for birthing calves," she said thoughtfully wrapping her arms around the newborn animal. She looked up into the mother cow's intelligent eyes, and said, "I wish you could talk."
"Of course, I can talk, Christine, I used to be Mike before Ty changed me into a cow and took me out of the game," the cow said matter of factly, "Now, Christine, let my calf grow, he needs to suckle me if he's to grow big and strong to feed the villagers. Mmm, this grass is tasty." He munched down on the grass, and began chewing his cud, as his babe sucked to its hearts content. THe cow-personaed Mike seemed oblivious to his former companions.
Brian looked raptly at the cow, "Do you think it'd be safe to drink his milk?" He licked his lips greedily.
"Ty, what's going on here?" Christine demanded.
Ty started to raise his hand, but Joe lowered his tail. Ty lay sprawled unconscious on the ground.
"He was just going to make us forget about Mike, again. He'd completely faded from my memory, until he spoke, and it looks like Ty made him forget about us too. If we're going to have a chance of winning this game, we're going to have to find some magic to protect us from Ty's power."