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Choose a character:
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(Rows A-B, Columns 1-6)
You are ________ (name), ________ (title/profession) from ________ (place).
Additional character info/history: ________________ (custom/optional).
(Note: Updates may be slow!)
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B3
Name: Sir Pent
Profession: Ex-Knight, broke the code by killing a particularly arrogant fellow knight by the name of Sir Culler.
Place of Origin: The village of Cant-Fli
Additional History: his parents were killed by some sort of flying beast whilst he was a child, motivating him to join the knighthood and hunt for the beast.
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Uhhh, A5, Drascomi, a wandering merchant/jazz pianist originally hailing from the town of Kinsdene. He is somewhat forgetful and dreams of finding noble patronage to pursue jazz full-time.
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You are Sir Pent, an Ex-Knight who broke the code by killing a particularly arrogant fellow knight by the name of Sir Culler, and are now facing trial for murder.
Originally, you came from the village of Cant-Fli. Your parents were killed by some sort of flying beast when you were a child, motivating you to join the knighthood and hunt for the beast.
Now, you find yourself in a dungeon, in the castle-town of Arovale. After a week's wait since being apprehended by the authorities, the day for your trial has come.
Guard: "Alright Pent, looks like it's your time. Don't try anything funny now."
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He unlocks and opens the prison door, gesturing for you to go with him.
Name: Sir Pent
Health: Moderate.
Equipment: Prison rags (body).
Inventory: None.
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Follow that guy.
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We're too cute to have committed murder. Surely the judge will let us go.
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You follow the guard out of the cell, and he takes you out of the dungeon, up to the castle grounds.
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Continuing through the courtyard, you soon enter the courthouse. Shortly, the judge arrives, and the trial commences.
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Judge: "Court is now in session! We call case #458, the trial of Sir Pent, suspected of murdering Sir Culler."
Judge: "Firstly, Sir Pent, what do you have to say for yourself? How do you plea?"
Sir Pent
Health: Moderate.
Equipment: Prison rags (body).
Inventory: None.
> Optional: Is there anyone in the court room you recognize?
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Not Guilty, your honour!
> Optional: Is there anyone in the court room you recognize?
Oh look, everyone in the audience and at least one of the guards are my ex-lovers! That's probably not going to be a problem.
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Not Guilty, your honour!
> Optional: Is there anyone in the court room you recognize?
Oh look, everyone in the audience and at least one of the guards are my ex-lovers! That's probably not going to be a problem.
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Not Guilty, your honour!
> Optional: Is there anyone in the court room you recognize?
Oh look, everyone in the audience and at least one of the guards are my ex-lovers! That's probably not going to be a problem.
+1
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You: "Not guilty, your honour!"
Judge: "Not guilty, eh? We'll have to see about that!"
Judge: "Hmm, it seems you've already undergone a trial by the Knights' order, where it was decided that you be dismissed from the order and transferred here to public court to undergo a public trial, with a somewhat reduced sentence..."
You glance at the attendees, all of whom are your ex-lovers, including at least one of the guards. Some of them look very happy to see you. Others, not as much.
Judge: "...Hmm, indeed. Well then, I'd like to call forth the first witness, Mr. Leim Frayworth."
One of the men in the audience walks up to the witness stand.
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Judge: "Mr. Frayworth, what can you tell us about the crimes of Sir Pent?"
Mr. Frayworth: "This man, Sir Pent, is a liar and a cheater! He once told me he'd buy me all the prettiest gemstones in the world, and then the next day I saw him straddling another gentleman!"
* the audience gasps *
Judge: "That's... interesting, Mr. Frayworth, but not very relevant to the case at hand. What can you tell us of Sir Pent's role in the death of Sir Culler?"
Mr. Frayworth: "Ah, yes, I saw Sir Pent murder Sir Culler in cold blood, for no reason other than pure evil! The most heinous of crimes, I daresay!"
Judge: "And how did Sir Pent murder Sir Culler?"
Mr. Frayworth: "W-with an axe! He looked crazy, too. He had his tongue out, laughing the whole time as he chopped away at Sir Culler!"
Judge: "Sir Pent, is this true!? Did you axe-murder Sir Culler in cold blood, for no reason other than pure evil!?"
Sir Pent
Health: Moderate.
Equipment: Prison rags (body).
Inventory: None.
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"Of course not! Even if I had murdered Sir Culler, everyone knows he was an insufferable buffoon, which would obviously be a reason other than pure evil! Besides, this man is a liar. I clearly and distinctly told him I would buy him all the prettiest gemstones in the wold, which happened to be some small pebbles I found next to a tree root one day! I have been no more than an honest gentleman to all."
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"Of course not! Even if I had murdered Sir Culler, everyone knows he was an insufferable buffoon, which would obviously be a reason other than pure evil! Besides, this man is a liar. I clearly and distinctly told him I would buy him all the prettiest gemstones in the wold, which happened to be some small pebbles I found next to a tree root one day! I have been no more than an honest gentleman to all."
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"Of course not! Even if I had murdered Sir Culler, everyone knows he was an insufferable buffoon, which would obviously be a reason other than pure evil! Besides, this man is a liar. I clearly and distinctly told him I would buy him all the prettiest gemstones in the wold, which happened to be some small pebbles I found next to a tree root one day! I have been no more than an honest gentleman to all."
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You: "Of course not! Even if I had murdered Sir Culler, everyone knows he was an insufferable buffoon, which would obviously be a reason other than pure evil! Besides, this man is a liar. I clearly and distinctly told him I would buy him all the prettiest gemstones in the wold, which happened to be some small pebbles I found next to a tree root one day! I have been no more than an honest gentleman to all."
Mr. Frayworth: "Y-YOU-- SO THAT'S WHAT THOSE ROCKS WERE ABOUT--"
Mr. Frayworth then rushes at you in a furious rage, but is promptly stopped by the nearby guards, one of whom then winks at you. The audience is in dismay from the chaos.
Judge: "ORDER! ORDER IN THE COURT!"
Judge: "Mr. Frayworth! Might I suggest that you calm yourself immediately!"
Mr. Frayworth insolently shakes away the guards holding him, but makes no move to further come at you.
Mr. Frayworth: "THIS ISN'T OVER, PENT!"
He then storms out of the courtroom.
Judge: "How outrageous! I suppose for now we'll have to waive what Mr. Frayworth said."
Judge: "Well, let's continue on to our next witness. The Court calls upon Miss Azumi Hearthia."
The young woman in the front row steps up to the witness stand, looking at you with a hint of nervousness.
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Judge: "Miss Hearthia, what can you tell us of Sir Pent's involvement in the murder of Sir Culler?"
Miss Hearthia: "I can tell you that Sir Pent is innocent, your honor."
Judge: "And how do you know this?"
Miss Hearthia: "Because on the night Sir Culler was killed, Sir Pent was with me. The whole night."
* the audience gasps *
Judge: "Really... this is most contrary to Mr. Frayworth's claims, as well as the Knights' Orders' seeming suspicions in dismissing Sir Pent."
Miss Hearthia: "I wouldn't know much about that, your honor. I can only say that they have been mistaken."
Judge: "Could it have been possible that he was able to get away from you without you knowing, long enough to commit the deed?"
Miss Hearthia: "I do not believe so, your honor. You see, we were... actively in each others' presence, the entire time."
Judge: "...I see. Well then, Sir Pent, do you confirm what Miss Hearthia has said? Were you with her the night of Sir Culler's death, and are you indeed innocent of any involvement in the crime?"
Sir Pent
Health: Moderate.
Equipment: Prison rags (body).
Inventory: None.
Optional: How long has it been since you've seen Azumi Hearthia? How do you feel seeing her now?
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PTW.
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I would like to see Puppyguard's input in this part, I think, since he was the one who invented the backstory.
That said, if I may be so bold, I submit:
"Why, it's certainly true, your honour! In fact," said I with a sly wink, "I believe there are at least a couple others in this courtroom who can also attest to that!"
Optional: How long has it been since you've seen Azumi Hearthia? How do you feel seeing her now?
It hasn't been long at all, as a matter of fact. I believe I last saw her when she was helping me plot the murder of her boorish and unattractive arranged fiancé, Sir Culler! It's nice to see her again. I hope she's free later tonight.
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I would like to see Puppyguard's input in this part, I think, since he was the one who invented the backstory.
That said, if I may be so bold, I submit:
"Why, it's certainly true, your honour! In fact," said I with a sly wink, "I believe there are at least a couple others in this courtroom who can also attest to that!"
Optional: How long has it been since you've seen Azumi Hearthia? How do you feel seeing her now?
It hasn't been long at all, as a matter of fact. I believe I last saw her when she was helping me plot the murder of her boorish and unattractive arranged fiancé, Sir Culler! It's nice to see her again. I hope she's free later tonight.
+1 if possible
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+1.
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I would like to see Puppyguard's input in this part, I think, since he was the one who invented the backstory.
That said, if I may be so bold, I submit:
"Why, it's certainly true, your honour! In fact," said I with a sly wink, "I believe there are at least a couple others in this courtroom who can also attest to that!"
Optional: How long has it been since you've seen Azumi Hearthia? How do you feel seeing her now?
It hasn't been long at all, as a matter of fact. I believe I last saw her when she was helping me plot the murder of her boorish and unattractive arranged fiancé, Sir Culler! It's nice to see her again. I hope she's free later tonight.
+1 if possible
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You: "Why, it's certainly true, your honour! In fact," said I with a sly wink, "I believe there are at least a couple others in this courtroom who can also attest to that!"
Judge: "Hmm, very well then. Thank you for your testimony, Miss Hearthia. You may return to your seat."
Miss Hearthia: "Thank you, your honour."
Azumi walks back to her seat, glancing at you with a subtle, knowing smile. You briefly recall her helping you to plot Sir Culler's murder, not too long ago. It feels nice seeing her again, and you hope she's free later tonight.
Judge: "It seems that your innocence is all but proclaimed, Sir Pent, if indeed there are more here who can support it, but let us continue onwards. The Court now calls upon a third witness, a... Miss Vyne."
A dark haired lady in the back of the court rises and approaches the witness stand, an air of confidence and class emanating from her as she shoots you a mischievous smirk.
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Judge: "Miss Vyne, what can you tell us of Sir Pent's involvement in the death of Sir Culler, and the accuracy of the previous witness testimonies?"
Miss Vyne: "Your honour, I can tell you that Miss Hearthia is lying. I saw her minutes before Sir Culler was murdered, so there's no way she was with Sir Pent, doing whatever she claims they were doing."
Miss Hearthia: "Your honour, that's not--!"
Judge: *bangs gavel a couple times* "I'd like to hear more from Miss Vyne, please. So you were at the murder scene then, Miss Vyne?"
Miss Vyne: "I was, but Sir Pent definitely was not, or I would have known. I don't know where he was, but he wasn't there, nor with Miss Hearthia. In fact, I'm almost certain it was Miss Hearthia herself who killed her boor of an arranged fiance, Sir Culler. Sir Pent is simply taking the fall for her. A heroic, but tragically misguided effort."
* the audience murmurs *
Judge: "That is... a startling suggestion. Sir Pent, is Miss Vyne telling the truth? Are you taking the fall for Miss Hearthia, who is Sir Culler's true killer? If not, then what of Miss Vyne's claims? Were you really with Miss Azumi Hearthia the night of Sir Culler's death?"
Azumi looks at you with pounding anxiety.
Sir Pent
Health: Moderate.
Equipment: Prison rags (body).
Inventory: None.
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"Miss Vyne's allegations are absurd! In fact, I daresay she may simply be trying to throw off suspicion after having murdered Sir Culler herself. She had motive, you know, being his bastard daughter. If he had married and had legitimate children, she would have no hope of ever inheriting! I always knew the girl had, as they say, daddy issues, of course — but, well, we don't have to go into that. Unless you want me to."
I'm slightly sorry for kinda monopolising the suggestions. I'm not at all sorry for making this into a telenovela.
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"Miss Vyne's allegations are absurd! In fact, I daresay she may simply be trying to throw off suspicion after having murdered Sir Culler herself. She had motive, you know, being his bastard daughter. If he had married and had legitimate children, she would have no hope of ever inheriting! I always knew the girl had, as they say, daddy issues, of course — but, well, we don't have to go into that. Unless you want me to."
I'm not sorry for making this into a telenovela
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"Miss Vyne's allegations are absurd! In fact, I daresay she may simply be trying to throw off suspicion after having murdered Sir Culler herself. She had motive, you know, being his bastard daughter. If he had married and had legitimate children, she would have no hope of ever inheriting! I always knew the girl had, as they say, daddy issues, of course — but, well, we don't have to go into that. Unless you want me to."
I'm not sorry for making this into a telenovela
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I'm not sorry for making this into a telenovela
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I can agree with this. +1.
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You: "Miss Vyne's allegations are absurd! In fact, I daresay she may simply be trying to throw off suspicion after having murdered Sir Culler herself. She had motive, you know, being his bastard daughter. If he had married and had legitimate children, she would have no hope of ever inheriting! I always knew the girl had, as they say, daddy issues, of course — but, well, we don't have to go into that. Unless you want me to."
* the audience murmurs *
Miss Vyne shifts uncomfortably for a bit, but otherwise remains smug and unphazed.
Judge: "This is... another startling discovery. So Sir Culler was your father then, Miss Vyne?"
Miss Vyne: "Technically speaking. Though I wanted no part of his life, nor his inheritance; I'm doing quite fine on my own. Miss Hearthia, however... the fragile doe clearly could not bear the thought of sharing a bed with him on their wedding night, much less a lifelong involvement, and knew she had to act fast. And who could blame her, I suppose. Well, aside from everyone, most especially myself."
Miss Vyne: "Look, everyone knew that Sir Culler was insufferable, but he was my father, and I just..."
Her voice breaks and she looks down, tearing up for a moment.
Miss Vyne: *sob* "I just want justice for him..."
* the audience is silent... *
Judge: "...I'm truly sorry for your loss, Miss Vyne. We will do the best we can to find the guilty and shed light on the truth."
Miss Vyne takes a moment to gather herself.
Miss Vyne: "Thank you, your honour. Truly."
Judge: "Now Miss Vyne, do you have any tangible evidence that Miss Hearthia lied about her whereabouts on the night of the murder? It seems to be your word against theirs."
Miss Vyne: "All I can say is that I saw her there. It's hard to mistake a physique like Miss Hearthia's. Aside from that, I'm sure there were others there who saw her as well."
Judge: "Hmm, very well. I will look into that. Thank you for your testimony, Miss Vyne, and again, my condolences for your loss."
Miss Vyne: "Thank you, your honour. My only regret is that Sir Pent seems to be protecting my father's killer, out of clearly misplaced affection. I do hope that in the end he is not dragged down along with her."
Miss Vyne glances at you with a slightly frustrated pout as she leaves the stand. Walking back to her seat, she shoots Azumi a cold and menacing stare, as Azumi looks back with worried tenseness.
Judge: "Well, that looks like all the witnesses we have for today. Honestly, I'm still very confounded about all this. We will have to look into it some more and resume at another time."
Judge: "As for Sir Pent--"
??: "Your honour, if I may, you need not worry about the case any further, nor about Sir Pent."
Judge: "What!? What do you mean?? Who are you??"
An old man in the audience stands up and walks towards the witness stand, hands behind his back.
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Old Man: "I am called Anexatus, but that is not important. Just know that this case, along with anything else regarding Sir Pent, is no longer in your hands, nor the Court's."
Judge: "T-that's ludicrous! What gives you the right to interfere!?"
Anexatus ignores the judge as he begins chanting a spell.
Anexatus: "Anima everazati bestiat istoria nunc facti quod..."
Judge: "W-what is this!? Guards, seize him!"
The guards begin to move in on the old man, but then suddenly a massive flying beast crashes through the courtroom walls and ceiling... the very same flying beast that killed your parents many years ago when you were a child!
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The creature roars and knocks away the guards, as Anexatus then leaps onto its back and speaks to you.
Anexatus: "Sir Pent, there is still much for you to learn, but for now you must find your own way."
The beast slams its wings against the judge, sending him crashing into the wall behind you. It then grabs Azumi and leaps into the skies, flying into the distant horizon.
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To be continued...
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2.
You are Drascomi, a wandering merchant/jazz pianist originally hailing from the town of Kinsdene.
You are somewhat forgetful, and you dream of finding noble patronage to pursue jazz full-time.
After hours of traveling on the road, you arrive at a small town called Patsville. It's evening time, as you feel a cool gentle breeze blow against you.
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What do you do?
Drascomi
Health: Good.
Equipment:
- Traveler's Outfit (Body)
- Traveler's Shoes (Feet)
Inventory:
- Merchant's Trinkets x15
- Flute
- Jazz Notebook
- 126 Gold
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Go forth and play some jazz.
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Go forth and play some jazz.
+1 make sense
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((Added a
Flute Jazz Keytar to your inventory))
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Go forth and play some jazz.
+1, obviously
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You go forth and play some jazz! (With your Jazz Keytar!)
https://vocaroo.com/i/s0bPqLCVJ6Ja
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A nearby local hears the music and walks over to you.
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Man: "Ho' there, stranger, that was a saucy tune! By the looks of it you must be new 'round here. Can't say we get too many visitors, 'specially you bard types. Name's Dickie Folst!"
You briefly introduce yourself.
Dickie: "Drascomi? Now that's a name I ain't ever hearda before! Well met!"
Dickie: "Now if yer lookin' for a place to stay the night, my wife and I run a small inn just over yonder."
He points at the nearby building.
Dickie: "We ain't runnin' no shelter though, so the price is gonn' be twennie gol' pieces per night, if ye wanna stay."
Dickie: "If yer lookin' for some work, there's a pub over on the east side a town that might be lookin' to hire a musician like yerself."
Dickie: "Alternatively the farmers' guild could probly use another pair a hands."
Dickie: "Other than that, just don't go makin' trouble, n' enjoy yer stay!"
Drascomi
Health: Good.
Equipment:
- Traveler's Outfit (Body)
- Traveler's Shoes (Feet)
Inventory:
- Merchant's Trinkets x15
- Jazz Keytar
- Jazz Notebook
- 126 Gold
Optional: What type of stuff do you sell as a merchant? (Currently your wares are listed as Merchant's Trinkets)
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Go to the pub and offer to play some jazz music.
Optional: What type of stuff do you sell as a merchant? (Currently your wares are listed as Merchant's Trinkets)
The things that we sell are drugs small high quality stone crafts and figures.
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Go to the pub and offer to play some jazz music while showing off our wares to judgement-impaired pubgoers.
Optional: What type of stuff do you sell as a merchant? (Currently your wares are listed as Merchant's Trinkets)
Enchanted wooden and stone handicrafts imported from the mountain monks.
The vibrating, self-warming stone fertility-totems-slash-back-massagers are particularly popular for some reason; I guess a lot of people get backstrain in these farming villages.
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Go to the pub and offer to play some jazz music while showing off our wares to judgement-impaired pubgoers.
Optional: What type of stuff do you sell as a merchant? (Currently your wares are listed as Merchant's Trinkets)
Enchanted wooden and stone handicrafts imported from the mountain monks.
The vibrating, self-warming stone fertility-totems-slash-back-massagers are particularly popular for some reason; I guess a lot of people get backstrain in these farming villages.
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You make your way to the east side of town and enter the pub.
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You offer to play some jazz music while showing off your wares to judgement-impaired pubgoers.
Bartender: "Yer welcome t'play, though a can't afford to pay ye. Budget's been pretty tight lately. A can offer ye free drinks though."
Meanwhile, a young woman nearby who seems somewhat inebriated notices your wares and stumbles over to you.
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Inebriated Lass: "Oh wow, are those the vibratin' back-massagers I've heard so much about??? I heard they're handcrafted by the mountain monks and have magical properties! How much is one gonna cost me??"
Drascomi
Health: Good.
Equipment:
- Traveler's Outfit (Body)
- Traveler's Shoes (Feet)
Inventory:
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Imported Handicrafts x15- Jazz Keytar
- Jazz Notebook
- 126 Gold
Optional: The old man and the waitress in the room seem to be having a disagreement. What seems to be the problem?
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"Well, you know, one of these fine, rare pieces could go for as much as 100, 200 gold pieces or even more from those big-city merchants. But I'm a humbler sort of man than that, myself. It's my curse. What would you say to, oh, 70?"
Optional: The old man and the waitress in the room seem to be having a disagreement. What seems to be the problem?
Hm, let me see. How about:
"This stubborn old man tried to tip me with what he said was a rare otterball card, but it's just a faded Berkie Holmgundr! What do I want with this, the Troopton Seasnakes are hacks who can't catch a pass without step-by-step written instructions!"
"Pah! Can you believe this crazy girl is a Sunderberg Legumes fan? The Seasnakes would push the Legumes into the dirt, if otterball was played on land! Berkie Holmgundr is a legend, and that card's a first printing! It would fetch a hundred fifty gold pieces in any market in West Bredmark! To think, here I was trying to do her a favour..."
"West Bredmark! West Bredmark is more than six hundred miles from here! What good is a hundred fifty gold pieces in West Bredmark to me here in Patsville? The old coot's just bitter because Berkie can't tumble like Legumes first-hook Lars Boulderman and he can't shoot like Gammy Sommers!"
"I'll have you know Berkie could beat any one of your Legumes at fielding—"
"Oh yeah? Then why'd the Seasnakes fall out in the first round of last year's Big Cup Series?"
"What? You're going – what do you mean bringing up the Big Cup? THE LEGUMES DIDN'T EVEN QUALIFY!"
"THAT'S BECAUSE THE COMMITTEE ARE ALL BIASED! THE LEGUMES DESERVE THAT TITLE, THE CHESTGRUMPFIELD WICKLERS JUST KEEP BUYING OFF THE REFS!"
The dispute continues along these lines as you slowly back away.
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You: "Well, you know, one of these fine, rare pieces could go for as much as 100, 200 gold pieces or even more from those big-city merchants. But I'm a humbler sort of man than that, myself. It's my curse. What would you say to, oh, 70?"
Inebriated Lass: "70 gold pieces!? Gosh, I don't think I even have that much on me! Let me check..."
She takes out her coin purse and starts counting her coins on the table.
Meanwhile, there seems to be a disagreement between the old man and the waitress, as you overhear their argument:
"This stubborn old man tried to tip me with what he said was a rare otterball card, but it's just a faded Berkie Holmgundr! What do I want with this, the Troopton Seasnakes are hacks who can't catch a pass without step-by-step written instructions!"
"Pah! Can you believe this crazy girl is a Sunderberg Legumes fan? The Seasnakes would push the Legumes into the dirt, if otterball was played on land! Berkie Holmgundr is a legend, and that card's a first printing! It would fetch a hundred fifty gold pieces in any market in West Bredmark! To think, here I was trying to do her a favour..."
"West Bredmark! West Bredmark is more than six hundred miles from here! What good is a hundred fifty gold pieces in West Bredmark to me here in Patsville? The old coot's just bitter because Berkie can't tumble like Legumes first-hook Lars Boulderman and he can't shoot like Gammy Sommers!"
"I'll have you know Berkie could beat any one of your Legumes at fielding—"
"Oh yeah? Then why'd the Seasnakes fall out in the first round of last year's Big Cup Series?"
"What? You're going – what do you mean bringing up the Big Cup? THE LEGUMES DIDN'T EVEN QUALIFY!"
"THAT'S BECAUSE THE COMMITTEE ARE ALL BIASED! THE LEGUMES DESERVE THAT TITLE, THE CHESTGRUMPFIELD WICKLERS JUST KEEP BUYING OFF THE REFS!"
The dispute continues along these lines as you slowly back away.
Bartender: "Now now Gabi, be courteous to the customers."
Waitress: "I'm not sure if we really want a Troopton Seasnakes fan as a customer!"
Bartender: "We really need all the customers we can get right now..."
Waitress: "Hmph, well fine then."
Old Man: "Ah by the way... can I get a refill?"
The waitress eyes the old man before reluctantly taking his cup.
Inebriated Lass: "40... 45... 46... 47. Well, that's all I have... 47 gold pieces. Will it be okay?" she asks with pleading eyes.
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Drascomi
Health: Good.
Equipment:
- Traveler's Outfit (Body)
- Traveler's Shoes (Feet)
Inventory:
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Imported Handicrafts x15- Jazz Keytar
- Jazz Notebook
- 126 Gold
Special Optional: Control a non-player character's actions in the scene.
Special Optional: Create an event pertaining to the scene, or nearby.
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"Hm, hrm, well, since you seem so sweet, and since I wouldn't want to take the last of your change, why don't I offer you a special deal and say you can have it for forty? I'd be selling at a loss" — this is a blatant lie — "but, you know, I just couldn't bear to leave you disappointed."
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The man in the bottom right of the room with the Curly moustache looks over.
DISTRACTION!
He runs straight for the wall, cradhing straghit through it.
While everyone stands looking bewildered, imperial soldiers walk in looking for a man with an orange moustache.
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The man in the bottom right of the room with the Curly moustache looks over.
DISTRACTION!
He runs straight for the wall, cradhing straghit through it.
While everyone stands looking bewildered, imperial soldiers walk in looking for a man with an orange moustache.
"Hm, hrm, well, since you seem so sweet, and since I wouldn't want to take the last of your change, why don't I offer you a special deal and say you can have it for forty? I'd be selling at a loss" — this is a blatant lie — "but, you know, I just couldn't bear to leave you disappointed."
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The man in the bottom right of the room with the Curly moustache looks over.
DISTRACTION!
He runs straight for the wall, cradhing straghit through it.
While everyone stands looking bewildered, imperial soldiers walk in looking for a man with an orange moustache.
"Hm, hrm, well, since you seem so sweet, and since I wouldn't want to take the last of your change, why don't I offer you a special deal and say you can have it for forty? I'd be selling at a loss" — this is a blatant lie — "but, you know, I just couldn't bear to leave you disappointed."
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You: "Hm, hrm, well, since you seem so sweet, and since I wouldn't want to take the last of your change, why don't I offer you a special deal and say you can have it for forty? I'd be selling at a loss" — this is a blatant lie — "but, you know, I just couldn't bear to leave you disappointed."
Inebriated Lass: "Oh, thank you mister, that's so very kind of you!!" she smiles gratefully.
You make the exchange, pocketing the 40 gold pieces and handing the fertility-totem-slash-back-massager to the lass.
Inebriated Lass: "My 'pa will be so glad when I give this to him, he's always complainin' 'bout his back!"
You then notice a random beer mug bouncing to the left side of the room, as you then hear a loud CRASH behind you! You and everyone else look over to the loud sound and see a huge hole in the wall of the pub!
(https://i.imgur.com/xLR6NYk.png)
While everyone stands looking bewildered, imperial soldiers suddenly walk into the pub from the front door.
(https://i.imgur.com/29FZoI9.png)
Soldier Captain: "Attention citizens! We are looking for a man with an orange mustache. If anyone may have seen him, speak up now."
Bartender: "Err--umm..." *scratches mustache*
Inebriated Lass: "W-what is happening!?"
One of the soldiers examines the huge hole in the wall of the pub.
Soldier: "Sir, take a look at this."
The captain looks at the hole.
Soldier Captain: "Why is there a hole in the wall of this pub?"
Bartender: "A don't, umm... that was definitely not there a moment ago..."
Soldier Captain: "Are you lying to me, barkeep?"
Bartender: "N-no! A think there mighta been someone there just now, but surely he couldn't have..."
The captain nods at a few of his men, who then exit through the hole to continue their search. The captain then begins pacing around the room.
Soldier Captain: "We know he's here somewhere, so there's no use trying to hide him, if you know what's good for you. This man is extremely dangerous and must be apprehended at once."
Old Man: "Heh, kids these days..."
(https://i.imgur.com/fwO4Sgb.png)
Drascomi
Health: Good.
Equipment:
- Traveler's Outfit (Body)
- Traveler's Shoes (Feet)
Inventory:
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Imported Handicrafts x14- Jazz Keytar
- Jazz Notebook
- 166 Gold
Unlimited Special Optional: Control any number of non-player characters' actions this turn.
Optional: Do you know anything about the imperial soldiers? Have you ever seen them before?
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Oh, yeah, the Imperial Army... I haven't had a run in with them in a wee while... Not since the... Incident... He he... It wasn't as if I even knew that conman was a job description...
hic... Hmmm?
Nothing.
An empty bottle of moustache dye rolls from under one of the tables when a soldier inspects it
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One of the Imperial Soldiers stare at Drascomi, as if he have seen him somewhere before.
((Am I doing this right?))
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Meanwhile, Drascomi says: "I don't think I've seen anyone with an orange mustache, no. I knew a guy with an orange goatee once, though. He was a knight in training and he bought a lot of fertility totems for some reason. I doubt that's who you're looking for."
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One of the Imperial Soldiers stare at Drascomi, as if he have seen him somewhere before.
((Am I doing this right?))
((Yes))
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The bartender goes to the back to check if all the mans with orange mustash he hide threre are still there and discoverone is missing
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The old man quietly tries to slip out of the tavern, but one of the guards notices a strange purple bag on his belt, stopping him in his tracks.
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One of the guards does an interpretive dance to express his emotions and feelings about his current situation.
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You recall these soldiers, the Imperial Army... you haven't had a run in with them in a wee while... not since the... Incident... He he... It wasn't as if you even knew that conman was a job description...
As the soldier captain continues to pace, noone says anything.
hic... Hmmm?
Nothing.
Finally, the bartender speaks up in a concerned voice.
Bartender: "Uh, l-let me just go check on something real quick. I'll be right back."
He disappears to the back of the pub. Meanwhile, you recall someone from the past.
You: "I don't think I've seen anyone with an orange mustache, no. I knew a guy with an orange goatee once, though. He was a knight in training and he bought a lot of fertility totems for some reason. I doubt that's who you're looking for."
Inebriated Lass: "Fertility totems!? Heehee, who would buy such things!?"
One of the soldiers then finds an empty bottle of mustache dye under one of the tables.
Soldier: "Sir, I found something."
The soldier captain examines the bottle.
Soldier Captain: "An empty bottle of mustache dye...? That means... his mustache could be any color now!"
The bartender then returns, looking worried.
Bartender: "Uh, so a just checked on my stash of orange mustache men in the back, and, well... one is missing."
Soldier Captain: "What!? You have a stash of orange mustache men...? Well, his mustache is unlikely to still be orange at this point..."
Soldier Captain: "...Unless... he dyed his mustache orange again and left this empty bottle of mustache dye here in order to make us think his mustache is a different color now, when in fact... Barkeep, bring these orange mustache men out here!"
Bartender: "Uh, alright then."
The bartender disappears into the back again.
Meanwhile, one of the soldiers begins staring at you with suspicion.
Soldier: "Ey boss, this guy looks familiar. I feel like I seen him somewhere before..."
Soldier Captain: "Eh? Oh that guy doesn't have a mustache, it's probably not him."
Soldier Captain: "...Unless..."
The bartender then returns again, bringing two orange mustache men with him.
(https://i.imgur.com/Fb96K50.png)
The soldier captain examines the mustache men.
Soldier Captain: "Hmm... so there are three of you here with mustaches, as well as a fourth 'missing' mustache man."
Soldier Captain: "Could it be you?" he studies the first orange mustache man. "Or maybe you?" he raises an eyebrow at the second orange mustache man. "Or maybe... it's been you all along!" he turns accusingly to the bartender.
Bartender: "Err, w-well, I-I've done nothing wrong..."
Meanwhile, the old man quietly tries to slip out of the tavern, but one of the guards notices a strange purple bag on his belt, stopping him in his tracks.
(https://i.imgur.com/ZLF3pAx.png)
Soldier: "Where do you think you're going, oldtimer!?"
Old Man: "Ah, n-nowhere..."
Soldier: "What's that purple bag you got there? Looks pretty suspicious."
Old Man: "It's nothing..."
Soldier Captain: "Eh? Let me see that!"
The soldier captain snatches the purple bag from the old man, emptying it's contents on the nearby table and revealing... an orange mustache!
(https://i.imgur.com/hGyqujh.png)
Old Man: "Hey! I don't know how that got there!"
Soldier Captain: "OKAY, NOBODY IS GOING ANYWHERE!"
One of the guards then does an interpretive dance to express his emotions and feelings about the current situation...
(https://i.imgur.com/Kdq45AB.png)
Waitress: "Well, looks like I'll be workin' overtime."
To be continued...
Who will the main character be for the next chapter?
(Choose any existing character that isn't in the current scene, or create a new character from OP.)
Brief list of existing characters:
Sir Pent
Leim Frayworth
Azumi Hearthia
Miss Vyne
Anexatus
Optional: Feel free to include some description of the character's history/current situation.
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New character proposal:
A3
Name: Fiona Quarrel
Profession: Imperial Lieutenant
Place of Origin: North Groutsburg (A city split up into North And South some time ago due to a recent war.)
Additional History:
She's recently been promoted to Lieutenant, but she wants to do more than being stationed in the middle of nowhere.
She's very well respected by those who serve under or alongside her,
but is often neglected or overlooked by her superiors for some reason.
((I have no idea what the imperial ranks are, so feel free to change my suggestion accordingly.))
((The same goes for place of origin, if you have something else in mind.))
edit: done editing this.
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B6: You are Gammy Sommers, world-class otterball shooter from Sunderberg. You are secretly carrying on a love affair with the star player and first left draughtsman of your team's archrivals, the Troopton Seasnakes. Nobody can ever know about this or the fans would go to war.
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B6: You are Gammy Sommers, world-class otterball shooter from Sunderberg. You are secretly carrying on a love affair with the star player and first left draughtsman of your team's archrivals, the Troopton Seasnakes. Nobody can ever know about this or the fans would go to war.
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3.
You are Gammy Sommers, world-class otterball shooter from Sunderberg.
You are secretly carrying on a love affair with the star player and first left draughtsman of your team's archrivals, the Troopton Seasnakes. Nobody can ever know about this or the fans would go to war.
At the moment, you are in an extremely close and heated otterball match against the Chestgrumpfield Wicklers, one of if not the strongest team currently in the game that has been dominating the past few seasons.
The ball arcs in the sky, landing in the water a short distance away from you. As you rapidly swim towards it, you notice a nearby opposing player also going for it. You decide to dive underwater, and right as the opposing player is reaching for the ball, you resurface next to it and snatch it away!
You quickly continue forward, glancing over at the opposing goal. The goalkeeper is intensely focused, but there are a few spots that look vulnerable, specifically the top left corner. With seconds left on the clock, you leap into the air, finding a good angle, and go for the shot!...
(https://i.imgur.com/GXXgWs6.png)
The ball swerves toward the top left corner, just past the goalkeeper's hands and into the net! Goal!!! The crowd goes wild as the referee blows the whistle, signifying the end of the game. The score, 13-12 in favor of your team, the Sunderberg Legumes. Your teammates quickly gather to you, cheering and raising you above the water in celebration.
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A while later after the festivities, you are returning to your private room at the West Bredmark Royal Inn. As you open the door, you find a piece of paper on the ground, apparently a note that someone must have slipped under the door. The note reads:
"Nice game. Those moves were hot. Can't wait for later. -B"
You smile knowingly, as you hold the note with both hands, feeling ecstatic about everything.
You then notice a different piece of paper on the ground, as you smilingly pick it up and read it:
"I KNOW YOUR SECRET. I KNOW ABOUT HIM."
Suddenly, you start to feel all your joy collapsing. Someone out there knows about your love affair, and it seems they may not have the best of intentions for you...
(https://i.imgur.com/YVgBvGp.png)
Gammy Sommers
Health: Excellent.
Equipment:
- Sporty Dress (Body)
- Sporty Shoes (Feet)
Inventory:
- Any number of optional items, whether in Inventory or Room
- Love Note
- Scary Note
- 369 Gold
> Optional: Do you have any idea who might have sent the scary note? Is there anyone who might know about your affair?
> Special Optional: Create an event pertaining to the scene or the main character's actions.
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((Actually, make that the West Bredmark Royal Inn, instead of Sunderberg Royal Inn))
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Of course we know who it would be.. It could be none other than.. Suzy Frenwick! Your rival since.. well, forever!
Commence writing a letter to someone whom you know how to deal with it!
After all, you got connections. ... But so does she..
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Hm, I sort of had a whole spiel for this I was going to post just as soon as I can remember it all at once. Or maybe it's better to hold back and let others have more input now? I guess I can cross that bridge when/if I can remember the whole thing all at once.
How about I just summarise the important points I was going to include:
Gammy's brother Gunner (who knows the secret) lives in Patsville and is dating a superfan waitress (who does not);
While some of her teammates know the secret, she hasn't told Lars Boulderman yet because he has a crush on Berkiethe mystery player and would be jealous;
The mystery player's totally un-sporty identical twin is (as far as Gammy knows) away attending a trial "of a friend" in Arovale;
And the hotel maid might've discovered Gammy's secret shrine of Berkie Holmgundr posters.
...I don't know, man, it all seemed like a good idea at the time.
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You calm yourself, trying to figure out what to do and who it might've been that wrote the threatening note...
Your brother Gunner knows your secret, but he lives in a far away farming village called Patsville. Besides, he would never scare you like this. Most likely.
Your secret lover has a totally un-sporty identical twin who knows, but the last you heard, he was away attending a trial of a friend in Arovale.
Some of your teammates know (you haven't told Lars yet because he has a crush on your secret lover and it might make him jealous to know), but it's unlikely any of them would do this to you.
It had to be... Suzy Frenwick! Your rival since... well, forever! She must have found out after all that stalking she did of you. God knows that's all she does!
Fortunately, you know just who to contact for a crisis like this. Normally, you wouldn't feel the need to seek him out, but the circumstances seem dire and confounding enough in this case. You commence writing a letter to Lux Everwood:
Mr. Everwood,
It's Gammy Sommers. I'm in a bit of trouble and I need your help. An anonymous person just sent me a threatening note... they know something about me that the rest of the world can't find out. I can't really go to the authorities for this. You're the one I trust most to handle this.
As for the culprit, I'm fairly sure it was Suzy Frenwick. Noone else makes any sense. I suppose it could have been the hotel maid if she discovered... something of mine. Anyway, I need you to find out who it was, and everything you can about them. Maybe they will also have a secret, one that I can use to 'balance' the situation?
I've included the note in question with this letter. You got me out of a lot of trouble in the past, and I still owe you for that. I just wasn't sure who else to turn to. I promise you'll be very well compensated for this.
~Gammy
You seal the letter and take it downstairs, giving it to your private courier for expedited delivery. Even so, it probably won't be for a while before you hear back from Lux.
Just then in the hotel lobby, you see... none other than Suzy Frenwick! She notices you and approaches, with her two groupies behind her.
(https://i.imgur.com/xY90lIR.png)
Suzy: "Well well, if it isn't the star of the day, Gammy Sommers!"
You can't help but eye her suspiciously as you greet her.
Suzy: "You seem troubled, Gammy. What could possibly have you in such a scuffle?"
Gammy Sommers
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Sporty Dress (Body)
- Sporty Shoes (Feet)
Inventory:
- Love Note
- 369 Gold
> Optional: What do you know about Suzy Frenwick and her groupies?
> Optional: Control one or more NPCs' actions.
> Optional: Create an event pertaining to the scene or nearby.
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Two can play this game.
"Oh, nothing really, I just suddenly started hearing this really annoying, awful, grating noise and it's making me a little sick. Could you stop making it?"
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The man in the lower left corner will take this opportunity to slink out of the building, he already done what came here for.
Everyone will be too preoccupied with the bickering girls to even notice him.
And he will not be around when some one discover the hidden body.
That purple-haired girl will take the blame, as was requested of him.
The note he sent to her and a few strands of purple hair by the body will be what implicates her.
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Two can play this game.
You: "Oh, nothing really, I just suddenly started hearing this really annoying, awful, grating noise and it's making me a little sick. Could you stop making it?"
Suzy: "Oh Gammy..." *shaking her head* "That's no way to talk to the new owner of your team." Wait, what?
Suzy: "Yep, that's right. As of an hour ago, I became the new owner of the Sunderberg Legumes! It was a pricey deal, but hey, what's another hundred thousand gold pieces to me?" No, this can't be...
Suzy: "Anyway, I hope you'll be showing more respect to me from now on. I mean, if you hope to continue doing well in your career."
She leans in and straightens your dress. (whisper) "And maybe consider wearing something a bit more appropriate and tasteful in public. Just a thought."
Suzy then brushes past you, exiting the hotel as her groupies snicker and follow after her. Could this day get any worse?
Soon, the hotel maid walks out from the left hallway, looking extremely distraught. Your eyes meet, as you exchange a look of suspicion.
She goes to the front desk and whispers something in the hotel manager's ear. The manager looks shocked for a moment, as he leaves the desk and follows the maid into the hallway.
(https://i.imgur.com/BMJqy4r.png)
Gammy Sommers
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Sporty Dress (Body)
- Sporty Shoes (Feet)
Inventory:
- Love Note
- 369 Gold
From now on, feel free to control any NPCs or create any events in any place, whenever. Basically, make any suggestions you want~
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Follow that maid! Don't let them get into our room (if they're going there)!
Also the maid is Drascomi's sister and she ALSO has a crush on Gammy Sommers!
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You narrow your eyes in suspicion and follow the maid, making sure they don't enter your room.
Oh she is NOT going to show the manager my personal things!
You follow them into the hallway, spotting them enter one of the rooms and closing the door behind them. A few moments later, they come out, quietly discussing something between themselves before noticing you. The manager makes some final comments and then heads towards you and the lobby.
Hotel Manager: "Ehm, excuse me Miss Sommers." He says distractedly as he hurries past you.
Meanwhile, the maid is still standing near the room door, looking a bit disturbed and glancing in your direction with a strange uneasiness.
(https://i.imgur.com/ojuLzGK.png)
Gammy Sommers
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Sporty Dress (Body)
- Sporty Shoes (Feet)
Inventory:
- Love Note
- 369 Gold
Feel free to control any NPCs, create any events, or make any kind of suggestions you want! Just be mindful of what's been established.
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Let's act friendly and grill her for information!
"Hi! Is there something wrong?"
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You act friendly, trying to get some information from her.
"Hi! Is there something wrong?"
The maid looks at you, a little panicced.
"M-Miss Sommers!-- y-you're talking to me! Err-- n-nothing's wrong! W-ww-why would there b-be s-something wr-wrong!?"
"Well, you seem a little tense..."
She takes a deep breath and looks around.
"I'm not supposed to tell anyone this yet but... there's a dead body in this room! I found it just now, and it looks like they were murdered!"
??: "Murdered!? Who's been murdered!?"
A couple of guests appear from around the corner of the hallway, looking at you and the maid with concern.
(https://i.imgur.com/8qs5ZGA.png)
The maid shakes her head and shrinks back, as the guests approach her.
"Is it true that someone's been murdered in there?"
The maid hesitates before nodding.
"Please don't tell anyone else yet! The manager is getting the authorities now, and doesn't want to cause a panic."
"Hmm... any idea who they are?"
"I didn't recognize the victim. As for the killer, I have no idea..."
"So there's a killer out there, huh?..."
Everyone glances at each other.
Gammy Sommers
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Sporty Dress (Body)
- Sporty Shoes (Feet)
Inventory:
- Love Note
- 369 Gold
Feel free to control any NPCs, create any events, or make any kind of suggestions you want!
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The gentleman tenses up when he realizes that the authorities might search his own room.
And if they do, they might find his secret stash of.. not-so-legal substances.
He promptly excuses himself and hurriedly shuffles over to his quarters.
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The gentleman tenses up when he realizes that the authorities might search his own room.
And if they do, they might find his secret stash of.. not-so-legal substances.
He promptly excuses himself and hurriedly shuffles over to his quarters.
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*pokes at the tread with a stick*
Is it still alive..?
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I believe we also need something for our actual current main character to do.
I'll think about it for a bit.
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I believe we also need something for our actual current main character to do.
Alright then..
edit: never mind, better let other people get a chance.
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"Aha! I just realised I know who the killer is! There's only one person in this hotel it could possibly be... Suzy Frenwick!"
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"Err, s'cuse me. There's some business I need to take care of..." The gentleman says as he hurriedly shuffles into one of the nearby rooms and closes the door.
"Hey, what about the--!" The lady guest tries to catch up to him, but the door is quickly shut.
"Come back later!" The gentleman's muffled voice calls out from inside.
The lady sighs and turns to you and the maid. "Either of you got any Alice?"
You and the maid look at each other and shake your heads.
"Damnit. I would kill for some right now." She hesitates for a moment. "...Not literally."
(https://i.imgur.com/MQTBFpy.png)
You then have a sudden realization!
"Aha! I just realized I know who the killer is! There's only one person in this hotel it could possibly be... Suzy Frenwick!"
"Suzy Frenwick!? I know Suzy Frenwick... she's a total snob. Wouldn't sell me any Alice! ...Yeah, it's totally her!"
"Uhm, a-are you guys sure?"
"We should go look in her room. For evidence. You got the keys right?"
"I-I'm not supposed to do th--"
"C'mon!! She's out right now, this is our chance to get the evidence before she comes back and gets rid of it!"
"N-No! We should wait for the manager..."
"There's no time! Here, just gimme the keys!"
The lady rushes over to the maid, trying to snatch the keys from her pockets.
"S-stop!"
"Just give 'em to me! We can solve this crime right now!"
(https://i.imgur.com/ugnwJ8i.png)
The lady is soon able to wrestle the keys from the maid as she then sprints around the corner towards Suzy's room.
"Wait! You can't just--!!" The maid runs after her.
You follow them into the adjacent hallway and then into one of the rooms that the lady has unlocked and entered.
Inside the room, the lady is flipping through various cabinets and drawers, looking for "evidence", as the maid snatches back the keys.
"Damnit, it's gotta be here somewhere... ...what the?"
The lady suddenly pauses, beckoning you over. You look into the drawer and see a drawing of yourself. No, not just one drawing; lots of them, some containing nudity. What the hell is this!?
Around the drawings are various mementos and artifacts, belonging to or related to you. It's like a shrine that Suzy has made, dedicated to you...
Is that... is that my underwear?!?
(https://i.imgur.com/sinXNeG.png)
"Dude, Suzy's like, totally obsessed with you or something."
"T-this isn't right... we shouldn't be here."
This is all a little too disturbing to you, as you stand there confused and speechless.
Gammy Sommers
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Sporty Dress (Body)
- Sporty Shoes (Feet)
Inventory:
- Love Note
- 369 Gold
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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The maid had enough of this, she forces both of the girls out.
From now she firmly guards in the entire hallway, no one will enter any room they aren't lodged in.
At least not until the manager is back.
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Any action for the current main character? If not, I can just update.
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Any action for the current main character?
Can't think of anything.
Gabby too disturbed/shocked to currently do anything? :p
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"That's it, we're going!"
The maid forces you and the lady out of the room.
"You!" She then points at the lady. "If you try anything like that again, I will report you, not just to hotel management but to the West Bredmark police!"
"Yeah, whatever. I got better things to do anyway." The lady heads back towards the room that the gentleman earlier entered.
The maid turns to you. "S-sorry about that Miss Sommers... umm, I-I should get back to my post."
You stand there for a moment, still shocked from what you just saw. You then hear some voices in the other hallway and decide to check it out.
Apparently, the manager has returned, along with a detective and a security guard. The manager opens the door to the room where the murder took place, and the detective enters...
(https://i.imgur.com/rzRCBTp.png)
Gammy Sommers
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Sporty Dress (Body)
- Sporty Shoes (Feet)
Inventory:
- Love Note
- 369 Gold
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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The detective runs out of the room saying something about never seeing a dead body before then he throws up in the hallway.
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The detective runs out of the room saying something about never seeing a dead body before then he throws up in the hallway.
Turns out that the Blue Haired Lady was the REAL detective all along!
Edit: Nah, that idea of mine is just stupid.
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He's still a detective... Just ah... A pet detective!
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A few moments later, the detective runs out of the room, looking sick.
"Oh god... I've never seen a dead body before..." He then throws up in the hallway.
(https://i.imgur.com/cL3KQ1i.png)
Manager: "B-but, you're a detective!"
Detective: *groaning* "I'm a pet detective! I thought someone had lost their dog or something!"
The manager is in astonishment as he scratches his head and looks around. He is then startled to see you standing nearby, observing everything.
Manager: "Err, M-Miss Sommers! I-I cannot apologize enough for this inconvenience!..." He clears his throat, hinting at the maid to clean up the mess, as she hurriedly leaves to get cleaning supplies.
The manager continues: "A crime was committed here recently, and we are..." He glances at the dazed pet detective. "...trying to commence the investigation."
"Surely such affairs won't be of any interest nor relevance to you, Miss Sommers. Please, do continue with your regular business. A-And I assure you, this is not the typical quality of stay you can expect here at this hotel!"
Meanwhile, the pet detective continues to cough and pant heavily nearby.
(https://i.imgur.com/qS7DpL1.png)
Gammy Sommers
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Sporty Dress (Body)
- Sporty Shoes (Feet)
Inventory:
- Love Note
- 369 Gold
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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As usual, the Detective's assistant is the competent one here.
With an annoyed sigh and rolling his eyes, he proceeds to investigate the crime scene, with or without the detective.
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And Gammy says... "Do you need help? I was top of my class in the Royal Investigative Academy before I took up Otterball full-time." ... and enters the room and begins investigating before waiting to hear an answer.
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With an annoyed sigh and rolling his eyes, the detective's assistant proceeds to investigate the crime scene, with or without the detective.
Meanwhile, you reply to the manager: "Do you need help? I was top of my class in the Royal Investigative Academy before I took up Otterball full-time." You then enter the room and begin investigating before waiting to hear an answer.
"Err--umm, y-yes, p-please Miss Sommers, t-that would be much appreciated!" The manager replies as you are already inside, looking around.
(https://i.imgur.com/b0l8BJG.png)
Aside from the dead body on the floor, which the detective's assistant has already begun examining, the room is in a bit of a mess. There are papers and various miscellaneous items strewn across the table and on the ground, including a half-eaten apple.
"So you went to the Royal Investigative Academy huh?" The detective's assistant says to you. "I didn't know one of Otterball's greatest had an investigative streak in her."
You smile and nod to him, as you examine some of the pieces of paper on the table. There are a few government notices, demanding payment of owed funds. There's also a wrinkled and barely legible note with very vague instructions about who-knows-what.
"I'm in my third year now at the academy. Been working as an intern for a little while. Can you believe this guy that they paired me with? Last week he saw a bit of blood on the ground and nearly fainted! Turns out, it was just a splash of paint!"
"Heh. Sounds tough." You continue to examine the area, finding a small metallic emblem on the ground, depicting a spider in the center of a human hand. You decide to hang on to it for now.
"It is. Although, most of our cases are related to missing pets. So this one's a bit more serious..."
"...Anyway, looks like this guy was strangled to death. Murder weapon may have been a piece of cloth, or just the killer's bare arms. The killer was probably pretty athletic. There's also a possibility that there were multiple killers involved."
You approach the body to get a better look at it.
(https://i.imgur.com/iFB4ahe.png)
"Hmm, what's this?..." The detective's assistant carefully retrieves a strand of hair partially beneath the victim's hands.
"Looks like... a strand of purple hair...?" He then looks at you, particularly your hair, comparing it to the strand that he's holding, as his expression becomes very troubled...
"Miss Sommers... I think this is your hair."
Gammy Sommers
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Sporty Dress (Body)
- Sporty Shoes (Feet)
Inventory:
- Love Note
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Strange Metallic Emblem- 369 Gold
> Optional: Do you recognize anything about the victim or anything in his room?
> Optional: Create an event outside the scene (anywhere).
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Why of course you know him! He's one of your lover's best buds (Is it okay to tell him about your lover?)! (Although his name eludes you..)
Wait.. Was he possibly the one who wrote that threatening note?
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That spider hand symbol... you don't know what it means, but you definitely recognise it: the player in your position for the Wicklers has that exact tattoo. The plot continues to thicken to a jellylike consistency...
From down the hall, meanwhile, the sounds of the blue-haired woman enjoying some drugs intrude upon the dramatic tension.
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Why of course you know him! He's one of your lover's best buds (Is it okay to tell him about your lover?)! (Although his name eludes you..)
Wait.. Was he possibly the one who wrote that threatening note?
I thought the murderer wrote it, wait
He wrote it with his murderer, one of your many ex ,he try to break up you and your lover
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As you look at the body you suddenly recognize him as one of your lover's best buds! In fact you even dated him for a while, and he was one of few others who knew about your forbidden love affair. For some reason though you can't seem to recall his name...
Wait... was he possibly the one who wrote that threatening note?
And that spider hand symbol... you don't know what it means, but you definitely recognize it: the player in your position for the Wicklers has that exact tattoo! What is going on here!?
Your mind races with questions as the detective's assistant watches you intensely with the strand of purple hair in his hand.
Suddenly, from down the hall, you hear the ecstatic wailing of the blue-haired woman:
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh my goddddddddddddddd I'm sooooooooooooo highhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!......"
"Huh?? Keep what down???"
"Hey when did this giant mushroom get here!?!?"
(https://i.imgur.com/mCZBbef.png)
You and the detective's assistant glance around awkwardly as you soon snap back to the situation.
"Err, I know this guy! He's one of my l--... one of my exes! And that hair, it can't be mine! I don't know how it got there!" You exclaim, a bit frantic.
The detective's assistant clears his throat, continuing to look at you with suspicion.
"Ehem... Miss Sommers, this evidence can't be ignored. This hair matches the exact color of your hair... I'm afraid I'm going to have to search your room. Would you please come with me?"
You then remember the secret shrine in your room dedicated to your lover, which you'd rather not have anyone find... but what choice do you have?
Gammy Sommers
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Sporty Dress (Body)
- Sporty Shoes (Feet)
Inventory:
- Love Note
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Strange Metallic Emblem- 369 Gold
> Optional: When was the last time you saw the victim? Can you think of any reason why someone would want him dead?
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> Optional: When was the last time you saw the victim? Can you think of any reason why someone would want him dead?
Well.. You yourself would do anything to keep your affair a secret.. But not commit murder! ᵃˡᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ..
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As they walk out of the room the blue haired woman runs past them screaming that she is being chased by mushroom men, and that the walls are melting and the rainbows are screaming.
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As they walk out of the room the blue haired woman runs past them screaming that she is being chased by mushroom men, and that the walls are melting and the rainbows are screaming.
A chef holding a big knife and mushrooms that look like something from a horror film chase after her screaming something about his payment with blood.
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You take a moment to think about who might have cause to harm this person whose name you still can't recall... and realize that you yourself have a lot of motive!
Afterall, you'd go to great lengths to keep your secret a secret... but you wouldn't commit murder! ...Most likely!
In any case, you certainly didn't do it! But it seems that someone out there wants to make it look like you did. And this is quite troubling, in addition to all the other very troubling things.
(https://i.imgur.com/Tl9wLVN.png)
Meanwhile, it seems that you have no choice but to allow the detective's assistant to search your room.
As the two of you walk out of the room, the blue haired woman suddenly runs past you in a state of hysterical panic.
"HELP!! I'M BEING CHASED BY MUSHROOM MEN A-AND THE WALLS ARE MELTING A-AND THE RAINBOWS ARE SCREAMING!!!!" She cries, running for her life.
(https://i.imgur.com/turpwNc.png)
You and the others look in her direction with concern and a hint of knowing disapproval.
Then, a scary-looking chef holding a big knife and a bag of mushrooms hurriedly chases after her.
"YOU WILL PAY, IN BLOOD!" He roars in a savage and nearly inhuman way, shoving past the manager.
"W-What is this!?!?" The manager yells in shock and confusion.
(https://i.imgur.com/yGrI6iv.png)
The already-distressed pet detective, upon seeing and hearing the gruesome chef, faints on the spot. The detective's assistant is in bewilderment, trying to make some sense of what just happened.
The maid soon returns from disposing of the vomit, to see everyone in total disorientation.
"What's wrong? What's everyone looking at? ...What happened to him?" She looks at the fainted detective.
(https://i.imgur.com/X37nhTy.png)
The detective's assistant looks over at you, and then at everyone else, still perplexed. "I'm... I'm going to have to look into that later..."
He then checks on his partner the pet detective, who seems to be completely out.
*sigh* "Mr. Manager, is there someplace we can put the... 'detective', until he recovers?"
"Ah, y-yes. This room should be vacant." The manager opens the door to a nearby room, and the two men carry the pet detective inside.
(https://i.imgur.com/y1SrtNz.png)
They soon come back out. "Now, the task at hand: I will need to search Miss Sommers' room. There was some evidence pointing to her involvement in the murder."
The maid hears this and immediately looks at you with a surprised and slightly hurt expression, then quickly looks down.
"Umm... okay." The manager glances at you, raising an eyebrow. "Right then. This way."
You, the DA, and the manager head upstairs to your room. The manager opens the door, letting the DA in.
"Take your time Mr. Detective, there's a matter I must attend to. If there's anything you need, please let us know at the front desk. Miss Sommers." The manager bows and takes his leave.
(https://i.imgur.com/FmNzFnI.png)
The DA begins searching through your things, and it's not long before he's able to locate your shrine dedicated to your secret lover.
"Huh? Berkie Holmgundr?... but you guys are supposed to be archrivals. Don't tell me you're--"
He picks up one of the letters Berkie sent you and reads it aloud.
"Gammy, yesterday was amazing. I've never even seen you bend that way in Otterball. We should do it again some time. Heart, Berkie."
"No, no, no, no, no, this can't be! What am I supposed to tell my girlfriend!? She's a total Seasnakes fanatic. It'd destroy her to know that Berkie Holmgundr is dating Gammy Sommers of the Sunderberg Legumes!"
"No, this is insane... if the fans found out about this, they'd--"
He suddenly pauses.
"...So that's why you did it. He found out about you and Berkie. That's why you killed him."
(https://i.imgur.com/TWS4L3N.png)
Gammy Sommers
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Sporty Dress (Body)
- Sporty Shoes (Feet)
Inventory:
- Love Note
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Strange Metallic Emblem- 369 Gold
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Destroyed, with no alternatives left, Gammy falls to her knees!
"I swear I'm being set up! I... look at this logically, I was in the room with you, don't you think if I'd done it I would've tried to get rid of the evidence or something? And look, I found this —"
She holds out the emblem.
"—I don't know what it means, but it's somehow connected to the Wicklers, and, and... something strange is going on here. Something far beyond a simple secret love affair. Please, you have to help me clear my name!"
"And... for decency's sake, don't tell anyone about me and Berkie. You yourself just admitted you know what would happen. I... I can't do that to the fans."
Suddenly, moments later...
The blue-haired woman crashes into the room and shouts "Wait, I just realised, she couldn't have murdered anybody, she was playing otterball in front of thousands of people when it happened!" before passing out. She won't remember any of this when she wakes up, and nobody will ever know how exactly she even figured out Gammy was a suspect to begin with. As a matter of fact, she wasn't talking about Gammy at all, but her hallucinations happened to be coincidentally topical.
Before reacting to this, the detective's assistant politely closes the door so the chef won't know the blue-haired woman is inside.
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Destroyed, with no alternatives left, Gammy falls to her knees!
"I swear I'm being set up! I... look at this logically, I was in the room with you, don't you think if I'd done it I would've tried to get rid of the evidence or something? And look, I found this —"
She holds out the emblem.
"—I don't know what it means, but it's somehow connected to the Wicklers, and, and... something strange is going on here. Something far beyond a simple secret love affair. Please, you have to help me clear my name!"
"And... for decency's sake, don't tell anyone about me and Berkie. You yourself just admitted you know what would happen. I... I can't do that to the fans."
Suddenly, moments later...
The blue-haired woman crashes into the room and shouts "Wait, I just realised, she couldn't have murdered anybody, she was playing otterball in front of thousands of people when it happened!" before passing out. She won't remember any of this when she wakes up, and nobody will ever know how exactly she even figured out Gammy was a suspect to begin with. As a matter of fact, she wasn't talking about Gammy at all, but her hallucinations happened to be coincidentally topical.
Before reacting to this, the detective's assistant politely closes the door so the chef won't know the blue-haired woman is inside.
Can't beat that, +1
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Destroyed, with no alternatives left, Gammy falls to her knees!
"I swear I'm being set up! I... look at this logically, I was in the room with you, don't you think if I'd done it I would've tried to get rid of the evidence or something? And look, I found this —"
She holds out the emblem.
"—I don't know what it means, but it's somehow connected to the Wicklers, and, and... something strange is going on here. Something far beyond a simple secret love affair. Please, you have to help me clear my name!"
"And... for decency's sake, don't tell anyone about me and Berkie. You yourself just admitted you know what would happen. I... I can't do that to the fans."
Suddenly, moments later...
The blue-haired woman crashes into the room and shouts "Wait, I just realised, she couldn't have murdered anybody, she was playing otterball in front of thousands of people when it happened!" before passing out. She won't remember any of this when she wakes up, and nobody will ever know how exactly she even figured out Gammy was a suspect to begin with. As a matter of fact, she wasn't talking about Gammy at all, but her hallucinations happened to be coincidentally topical.
Before reacting to this, the detective's assistant politely closes the door so the chef won't know the blue-haired woman is inside.
Can't beat that, +1
I agree. Plus One
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Destroyed, with no alternatives left, Gammy falls to her knees!
"I swear I'm being set up! I... look at this logically, I was in the room with you, don't you think if I'd done it I would've tried to get rid of the evidence or something? And look, I found this —"
She holds out the emblem.
"—I don't know what it means, but it's somehow connected to the Wicklers, and, and... something strange is going on here. Something far beyond a simple secret love affair. Please, you have to help me clear my name!"
"And... for decency's sake, don't tell anyone about me and Berkie. You yourself just admitted you know what would happen. I... I can't do that to the fans."
Suddenly, moments later...
The blue-haired woman crashes into the room and shouts "Wait, I just realised, she couldn't have murdered anybody, she was playing otterball in front of thousands of people when it happened!" before passing out. She won't remember any of this when she wakes up, and nobody will ever know how exactly she even figured out Gammy was a suspect to begin with. As a matter of fact, she wasn't talking about Gammy at all, but her hallucinations happened to be coincidentally topical.
Before reacting to this, the detective's assistant politely closes the door so the chef won't know the blue-haired woman is inside.
Can't beat that, +1
I agree. Plus One
+1 Looks good to me.
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Destroyed, with no alternatives left, you fall to your knees!
"I swear I'm being set up! I... look at this logically, I was in the room with you, don't you think if I'd done it I would've tried to get rid of the evidence or something? And look, I found this —"
You hold out the emblem.
"—I don't know what it means, but it's somehow connected to the Wicklers, and, and... something strange is going on here. Something far beyond a simple secret love affair. Please, you have to help me clear my name!"
"And... for decency's sake, don't tell anyone about me and Berkie. You yourself just admitted you know what would happen. I... I can't do that to the fans."
The detective's assistant is speechless for a moment, looking at you with indecision and a hint of pity.
"...Miss Sommers--"
Suddenly, the blue-haired woman crashes into the room and shouts "Wait, I just realised, she couldn't have murdered anybody, she was playing otterball in front of thousands of people when it happened!" She then passes out.
The detective's assistant blinks several times in confusion and then politely closes the door.
He turns to you, glancing at the blue-haired woman on the ground. "How did she even know that you were a suspect!?"
You shrug, looking equally confused.
(https://i.imgur.com/r1baNbB.png)
The detective's assistant pauses for a bit and then takes a deep breath.
"Miss Sommers... it's not my intention to expose any of your personal secrets. However, this evidence of your controversial relationship represents a possible motive for the murder. For now, I can keep your secret, but I can't guarantee that I will if at some point it becomes a direct link to the murder."
You sigh and nod.
"...I must admit though, something does seem a bit off. If you are being set up, I will do everything I can to help you bring the truth to light."
He takes a look at the emblem in your hand.
"You say you found this at the crime scene, and that it has something to do with the Wicklers? Hmm... I'll look into it. In fact I believe my girlfriend has a friend who's dating one of the Wicklers' players. Apparently the friend can't stop talking about it."
He looks closer at the symbol.
"Wait a minute, I think I've seen this before... it was a case from over a year ago..."
"I was just a bystander, but there was a knight who wore this symbol on his armor. I remember because it caught my eye, not to mention the man was extremely rude. What was his name again?... ah yes, Sir Culler. His name was Sir Culler."
To be continued...
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4.
You are Fiona Quarrel, an Imperial Lieutenant originally from the city of North Groutsburg (a city split up into North and South some time ago due to a recent war).
You are very well respected by those who serve under or alongside you, but are often neglected or overlooked by your superiors for some reason.
You've just recently been promoted to Lieutenant, but you want to do more than being stationed in the middle of nowhere.
It's another quiet day in the remote location near the mountains where you've been stationed. The afternoon sun shines down on the encampment, as an occasional gust blows by.
(https://i.imgur.com/jbtKjPG.png)
You look around for anything out of the ordinary, but nothing in particular seems to be happening, as usual. You let out a soft sigh.
A soldier soon returns from patrol and approaches you.
Soldier: "Ma'am, Cadet Yandi here with the afternoon report. All's quiet, as usual. Saw a few jackals down by the valley, nothing of concern. Everything seems to be in order."
You nod at him.
You: "Thank you soldier."
He smiles and nods, taking his leave and retiring to one of the tents.
Like you, the troops seem to have little to do aside from guard duty, so they spend most of their time doing nothing but lounging around, gambling and chattering idly.
You wonder when you'll get to do something more than just sit around, but day after day passes with little change in anything besides the weather.
Fiona Quarrel
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Imperial Lieutenant's Armor (Body)
- Imperial Army Boots (Feet)
- Imperial Army Cloak (Back)
Inventory:
-
Orders from Superiors- Imperial Lieutenant's Badge
- Imperial Army Longsword
- 80 Gold
> Optional: How many soldiers under your command (Cadets and Officers) are stationed at the camp?
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10 years ago,a group of nobles decided to declare this middle of nowhere an independent country,this so called rebellion quickly ended and this place was left empty, but because weird bureaucratic law ,this place requires a military presence, which is this camp.
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> Optional: How many soldiers under your command (Cadets and Officers) are stationed at the camp?
Only a dozen soldiers or so, including you.
You know the name of every singe one, and a little bit of their past as well (Where they are from, their birthdays, family and relations.. etc.).
Your good memory is probably part of why you managed to get promoted in the first place.
10 years ago,a group of nobles decided to declare this middle of nowhere an independent country, this so called rebellion quickly ended and this place was left empty, but because weird bureaucratic law ,this place requires a military presence, which is this camp.
+1
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10 years ago,a group of nobles decided to declare this middle of nowhere an independent country,this so called rebellion quickly ended and this place was left empty, but because weird bureaucratic law ,this place requires a military presence, which is this camp.
Yes, and why did they declare it an independent country in the first place? Well, it just so happens that, though nearly devoid of life, one thing that does grow here is a kind of lichen that produces a powerful psychoactive drug known in its refined form as Alocene. The nobles wished to secure this supply to make their fortunes.
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> Optional: How many soldiers under your command (Cadets and Officers) are stationed at the camp?
Only a dozen soldiers or so, including you.
You know the name of every singe one, and a little bit of their past as well (Where they are from, their birthdays, family and relations.. etc.).
Your good memory is probably part of why you managed to get promoted in the first place.
10 years ago,a group of nobles decided to declare this middle of nowhere an independent country,this so called rebellion quickly ended and this place was left empty, but because weird bureaucratic law ,this place requires a military presence, which is this camp.
Yes, and why did they declare it an independent country in the first place? Well, it just so happens that, though nearly devoid of life, one thing that does grow here is a kind of lichen that produces a powerful psychoactive drug known in its refined form as Alocene. The nobles wished to secure this supply to make their fortunes.
+1
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Only a dozen soldiers or so, including you.
You know the name of every singe one, and a little bit of their past as well (Where they are from, their birthdays, family and relations.. etc.).
Your good memory is probably part of why you managed to get promoted in the first place.
As well, everyone in your command is either a noble's child placed here for a safe and uneventful turn in the army, or an illegitimate heir to a title in the kingdom.
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One of the scouts, a middle aged man named Tharnir from the coastal city of hammerstone, suddenly runs into the camp.
Liutenant! I was down by the western canyon, and I spotted some smoke coming out of it; I had a closer look, and it's people burning raw Alocene! Most of them are lying on the ground, probably seeing rainbows at this point, but there are about three armed men guarding the place, sellswords no doubt. What are your orders, Ma'am?
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Only a dozen soldiers or so, including you.
You know the name of every singe one, and a little bit of their past as well (Where they are from, their birthdays, family and relations.. etc.).
Your good memory is probably part of why you managed to get promoted in the first place.
As well, everyone in your command is either a noble's child placed here for a safe and uneventful turn in the army, or an illegitimate heir to a title in the kingdom.
You are half their babysitter trying get them out of the way of important state business
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The tent on your left (viewpoint's right) is also legally considered the "independent country"'s embassy, and it is currently host to a notable criminal from the Empire claiming refugee status. The chase to stop him from getting in was the most excitement you've had all year, and you've been trying to coax him out with jerky and backgammon to no avail. You can assume someone back home is living a bureaucratic nightmare trying to assemble the relevant extradition paperwork, but that's not your problem. Out here, everyone ends up a friend no matter what your reasons for being here might be.
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The monthly supply airbarge will be arriving soon, and it can be seen in the distance. Hopefully nothing happens to it!
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You take a moment to ponder why you've been stationed here. You don't know very much about this place, but you did hear that there was some kind of rebellion here about ten years ago, and that it was declared an independent country at one point. Perhaps that has something to do with why you've been situated here?
The place is sparsely vegetated and nearly devoid of life, though you do see bits of greenery here and there, seemingly more prominent deeper in the mountains. Occasionally, you or the others would find artifacts, probably from years ago; dilapidated equipment, worn pieces of cloth that were likely at one time very luxurious, and oddly enough, various types of specialized alchemical components and waste products. The troops have mentioned on a few occasions that something doesn't seem quite right here, but no one can really put their finger on it.
Speaking of the troops, there are only a dozen soldiers stationed here, yourself included. You know the names of every single one, and a little bit of their past as well (your good memory is probably part of why you managed to get promoted in the first place). Interestingly, each of the soldiers is either a noble's child or an illegitimate heir to a title in the kingdom. You're not sure what to think of this, but it seems that you are somewhat playing the role of their babysitter, perhaps for some sort of political maneuver.
The soldier that just returned from patrol--Cadet Yandi Elham, is the son of Sir Utkith Elham and Lady Pendra, from the town of Letela. Yandi has a little sister who lives with their parents, and an uncle who is a judge in Arovale. Also, his birthday is coming up in a few days.
The soldier currently guarding the tent is Cadet Tahn, bastard son of Lord Constantio Redlun of Florendale. Tahn has a half-brother named Quizio and a half-sister named Roxelle, and his mother is a castle servant named Brenni. Tahn's birthday was a few months ago.
Suddenly, one of the scouts, a middle aged man named Tharnir from the coastal city of Hammerstone and the half-brother of Lord Kromydun of Hammerstone, runs into the camp.
"Lieutenant! I was down by the western canyon, and I spotted some smoke coming out of it; I had a closer look, and it's people burning raw Alocene! Most of them are lying on the ground, probably seeing rainbows at this point, but there are about three armed men guarding the place, sellswords no doubt. What are your orders, Ma'am?"
(https://i.imgur.com/ocdv3Kr.png)
Alocene? That's that very potent and very illegal psychoactive substance that you're often told to confiscate on sight!
You ponder for a moment if this unlawful activity could have anything to do with the notable criminal from the Empire currently housed in the tent to your left. The tent is legally considered the "independent country"'s embassy, and the criminal is claiming refugee status, granting him diplomatic immunity from you and the Imperial forces. The chase to stop him from getting in was the most excitement you've had all year, and you've been trying to coax him out with jerky and backgammon to no avail. You can assume someone back home is living a bureaucratic nightmare trying to assemble the relevant extradition paperwork, but that's not your problem. Out here, everyone ends up a friend no matter what your reasons for being here might be.
You look around and suddenly notice that the monthly supply airbarge will be arriving soon, as you see it floating in the distance. The supplies are crucial to you and the soldiers, so it is of great importance that it arrives safely and gets properly stowed. It would certainly be less than ideal for the supplies to somehow fall into the hands of the criminal next door; though he seems benign enough for a notorious lawbreaker, the supplies contain quite a bit of jerky, of which he is well aware. You take a moment to consider how to handle the developing situations...
Fiona Quarrel
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Imperial Lieutenant's Armor (Body)
- Imperial Army Boots (Feet)
- Imperial Army Cloak (Back)
Inventory:
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Orders from Superiors- Imperial Lieutenant's Badge
- Imperial Army Longsword
- 80 Gold
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Take a moment to re-read through the orders from your superiors while you ponder over what action to take.
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"H-hold it one moment, soldier!..."
You take out the orders from your superiors, re-reading through them while pondering over what action to take...
Lieutenant Fiona Quarrel!
You and a group of assigned soldiers are deployed to (list of map coordinates), the location of an embassy to an abandoned independent nation, where you will set up camp and secure the area while awaiting further instructions! It is imperative that you ensure the safety of each of the soldiers, as you will also be acting as their guardian during the deployment!
Also, note that there will be a monthly supply airbarge sent to your location containing any necessary resources for sustenance!
Imperial Captain Phido Wobbagoo
Meanwhile, a couple of soldiers come out from the nearby tent, curious about what's going on...
(https://i.imgur.com/99Nfxmi.png)
...as the airbarge slowly (very slowly) continues making its way towards the camp...
(https://i.imgur.com/kNpaUV3.png)
Fiona Quarrel
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Imperial Lieutenant's Armor (Body)
- Imperial Army Boots (Feet)
- Imperial Army Cloak (Back)
Inventory:
-
Orders from Superiors- Imperial Lieutenant's Badge
- Imperial Army Longsword
- 80 Gold
> Optional: Who are the soldiers that just came out from the tent?
> Optional: What do you know about the notable criminal from the Empire? What crimes has he committed?
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((This has been inactive for a while, so I will try to continue it to a point where more suggestions can be made...))
Right, the soldiers are Cerune Teldias (https://i.imgur.com/LJy3JtL.png), daughter of Lord Gyerand and Lady Nira Teldias of West Bredmark, and a cousin to Princess Natasya, and Datte Omnasbo (https://i.imgur.com/6n5mbi4.png), youngest son of Lord Myrezio and Lady Riddel of the Feiterlands, a stretch of land to the far southeast of the continent.
Looking at the slow-floating airbarge in the distance, you consider the situation and decide that although the confiscation of illegal substances is a part of your job, the mission parameters demand an approach of utmost safety and caution.
"Soldiers, we have a bit of a situation! Officer Tharnir has spotted a group of rogues and mercenaries in the western canyon in possession of illegal substances. It could be dangerous to engage them, and my orders state that I am to ensure everyones' safety above all. So please alert everyone that no one is to leave the camp for any reason until further notice. Meanwhile, stay alert and be on the ready for anything while we await the incoming supply drop."
"Yes ma'am!" The soldiers reply.
You briefly eye the embassy tent, thinking about the criminal within. Keirban the Anti-Lock, they call him in the Empire, because supposedly he can break out of any lock and escape any situation. A master thief and a legendary gambler, he is notorious for eluding the authorities while completely baffling them as if it were child's play. You wonder what on earth he's doing here, in the middle of nowhere, and why he happens to be seeking diplomatic refuge in the very location you and your soldiers, representing the Imperial Army, are stationed at.
You soon return to your watchful duties. After about half an hour, the airbarge finally arrives, dropping the supply bundle in the camp. You open the package, inspecting the goods: several crates of jerky, a few barrels of water, and some medical supplies. Meanwhile, you smell the hint of smoke in the air, uncertain of whether it's the smoked jerky or something else...
(https://i.imgur.com/7qOu4ZV.png)
Fiona Quarrel
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Imperial Lieutenant's Armor (Body)
- Imperial Army Boots (Feet)
- Imperial Army Cloak (Back)
Inventory:
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Orders from Superiors- Imperial Lieutenant's Badge
- Imperial Army Longsword
- 80 Gold
> Optional: Is there anything else in the supply bundle?
> Optional: Add any additional info/details about any of the soldiers/characters (can be stuff that Fiona either knows or doesn't know about).
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The supply barge also contains a secret shipment of explosives that are only to be used in case of emergency. Their safe arrival is doubted, however, as the workers have been ordered to pour water on the in case of an on ship accident.
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The supply barge also contains a secret shipment of explosives that are only to be used in case of emergency. Their safe arrival is doubted, however, as the workers have been ordered to pour water on the in case of an on ship accident.
Mmmm... Wet jerky.
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A man with offical looking uniforms comes from the west holding a letter saying he was appointed to replace you and you are moved to the south border, the only way you recognised the letter was forgery is that Tharnir recognized the name of the signer and was in his funeral.
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As you and the soldiers begin storing the supplies, you discover an odd contraption hidden within the shipment. Upon further examination, the warning labels and complex wiring systems identify the device as a pack of explosives. It doesn't seem activable at the moment, as it's been recently drenched in water. A note attached reads "USE IN CASE OF EMERGENCY". You scratch your head, unsure about where to put such a dangerous apparatus.
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Datte: "What is that, Lieutenant?"
You: "Explosives."
Datte blinks a few times. "...Oh."
Cerune: "Coool!! Let's use 'em to blow up a part of the mountain and then search for gemstones!"
You look at the soldiers with a serious expression. "They are only to be used for emergencies. Understood?"
The soldiers sigh. "Yes ma'am."
As you continue storing the cargo, a man in an official Imperial uniform comes from the west, holding a letter and asking to speak with you.
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Man: "Hello, I'm looking for Lieutenant Fiona Quarrel."
You: "That would be me. Who are you?"
Man: "Lieutenant Eroph Tollis. I'm here to replace you as commanding officer. You are being moved to the south border." He hands you the letter, which reads:
Lieutenant Fiona Quarrel,
You are to be replaced by Lieutenant Eroph Tollis, and re-stationed south to an Imperial encampment just north of the Kalandria County border.
Imperial Captain Zoodle Reinford
Tharnir soon walks over to you. "Everything alright, Lieutenant?"
"Yeah. It seems that I'm being relocated... Lieutenant Tollis here will be in charge now."
Tharnir looks at the letter and then raises an eyebrow.
"...You know Captain Reinford?" Tharnir asks Lieutenant Tollis.
"Oh I've never met him. This was delivered to me by one of his men."
"Hmm... I see this was signed a few days ago?"
"Yes, that's when I received the letter."
"That's interesting, considering I was at Captain Reinford's funeral over a month ago."
*moment of silence*
"...There's gotta be some kind of mistake."
"No mistake on my part. You see, the funeral was a small private gathering. Most of the world doesn't know he's dead yet..."
"So I have to question... how the Captain has awoken from his grave, signing letters of re-location?"
"...I don't know anything about that, I assure you."
"Or maybe you do. Why else would you be here?"
"...Let me return to my station and I'll find the man who gave me this letter." Lieutenant Tollis turns to you, looking a bit anxious.
"Lieutenant, we can't just let him go... something weird is going on, and he's very likely in on it..."
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Fiona Quarrel
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Imperial Lieutenant's Armor (Body)
- Imperial Army Boots (Feet)
- Imperial Army Cloak (Back)
Inventory:
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Orders from Superiors- Imperial Lieutenant's Badge
- Imperial Army Longsword
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Suspicious Relocation Orders- 80 Gold
> Optional: Add any additional info/details about any of the soldiers/characters (can be stuff that Fiona either knows or doesn't know about).
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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Suddenly, Keirban bursts from the embassy tent and declares:
"By night, I am Keirban the Anti-Lock, legendary master thief and world-renowned lovemaker...
But by day, I am Imperial Captain Zoodle Reinford!
For months, nay, years have I planned and manipulated events behind the scenes to ensure this meeting would happen here, today! Why, I hear you ask? Why should I, a high-ranking captain in the Imperial Legion, resort to such subterfuge, even arranging my own funeral and living as a criminal on the run — what end could make such a man as I go to these lengths? Ha! You shall soon see! Destiny is afoot today, ladies and gentlemen! The very fate of the world is at stake! And all of you will have a part to play! ... but the time for my monologue is at an end! Sleep well, and pleasant dreams to you all!"
As Fiona and the others all stand in shock and confusion at this revelation and those strange and nonsensical final words, their thoughts are interrupted by a bang, the seemingly-drenched explosives having suddenly been triggered, filling the camp with a cloud of dark smoke — just as the group of ne'er-do-wells previously sighted by Tharnir charge into the camp from the west, carrying with them smoldering bundles of Alocene! The potent haze of Alocene quickly replaces the dissipating smoke, and as the soporific dose takes hold, the last thing Fiona sees is a grinning Keirban, or maybe Captain Reinford, beginning to load her comrades into the airbarge, the heretofore unnoticed tattoo on his chest now clearly visible: an outstretched hand holding a spider...
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Well, th' Empire's toast at this point.
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Suddenly, Keirban bursts from the embassy tent and declares:
"By night, I am Keirban the Anti-Lock, legendary master thief and world-renowned lovemaker...
But by day, I am Imperial Captain Zoodle Reinford!"
(https://i.imgur.com/QDZM7sw.png)
Tharnir looks particularly confounded, as Keirban continues:
"For months, nay, years have I planned and manipulated events behind the scenes to ensure this meeting would happen here, today! Why, I hear you ask? Why should I, a high-ranking captain in the Imperial Legion, resort to such subterfuge, even arranging my own funeral and living as a criminal on the run — what end could make such a man as I go to these lengths? Ha! You shall soon see! Destiny is afoot today, ladies and gentlemen! The very fate of the world is at stake! And all of you will have a part to play! ... but the time for my monologue is at an end! Sleep well, and pleasant dreams to you all!"
As you and the others all stand in shock and confusion at this revelation and those strange and nonsensical final words, your thoughts are interrupted by a bang, the seemingly-drenched explosives having suddenly been triggered, filling the camp with a cloud of dark smoke — just as the group of ne'er-do-wells previously sighted by Tharnir charge into the camp from the west, carrying with them smoldering bundles of Alocene!
(https://i.imgur.com/y9OQweG.png)
Coughing and helpless to the chaos and smoke, you frantically look around, catching a glimpse of the airbarge returning from the skies. You soon fall to the ground, dazed and overwhelmed by the fumes, as the camp continues to get surrounded by the lichen-hauling outlaws.
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The potent haze of Alocene quickly replaces the dissipating smoke, and as the soporific dose takes hold, the last thing you see is a grinning Keirban, or maybe Captain Reinford, beginning to load your comrades into the airbarge, the heretofore unnoticed tattoo on his chest now clearly visible: an outstretched hand holding a spider...
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To be continued...
Who will the main character be for the next chapter?(Choose any existing character that isn't in the current scene, or create a new character from below.)
Brief list of existing characters:
Sir Pent
Drascomi
Gammy SommersOptional: Feel free to include some description of the character's recent history/current situation.
New Character Creation:
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(Some new sprites on the right)
You are ________ (name), ________ (title/profession) from ________ (place).
Additional character info/history: ________________ (custom/optional).
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Seems like as good a time as any to start some worldbuilding! Here's my offering:
B1
You are Alfric Grimwine, sitting Chairman of the Order for the Protection of Otterball, a position you acquired after working your way up through the organisation for years, having started out as a mere Squire of the Order in your hometown of Baileywick. You are currently in a meeting with the other high-ranking Order members and the Seers you employ, clairvoyant individuals who use the potent hallucinogen Alocene to induce trance-like states in which they speak prophetically about things they could not possibly know, though they don't actually see the future and their statements are only true by mystical coincidence. There are many Seers in the world, including those who don't even know that they are Seers yet, but your Order has sought to acquire the services of as many as possible in order to be fully prepared for any possible threats to the preservation of Otterball, past, present, and future. Right now, you are meeting to discuss the most significant such threat you have ever seen in your personal tenure as Chairman, a rival group who call themselves the Cult of the Seething Spider and who you believe to have, much like the Order itself, thoroughly infiltrated the worldly structures and bureaucracies of the Empire, and many other organisations besides, in pursuit of their doubtless diabolical ends. For months, your agents have been working to uncover and counteract the nefarious plans of this nebulous yet far-reaching secret society, lest the art of otterball be lost to the world, as nearly happened centuries ago at the founding of the Order — and indeed, if the Seers are to be believed, this plot could be no less, or even greater, a shame to the Order as that fateful disaster if your foresight fails you... or just as much a triumph to go down in your name if you succeed!
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As of the moment, you are in the Port city of Hammerstone, a large and wealthy settlement based on trans-continental trade, and your main supply of smuggled Alocene after it was made illegal in the Imperial lands. There have been rumors of a Dragon-Cult active in the area, apparently resurging after a drake was sighted in the skies above the southern farmlands. This is, of course, ridiculous, since there are no Dragons.
However, there have also been rumors of the rulers of the city being bribed or blackmailed, possibly going as far up the chain of command as Lord Kromydun himself. There has been a lot of silence from a news perspective recently, but your spies have discovered that there have been similar rumors going all over the Empire, in West Breidmark and the Feiterlands most notably. It's possible that someone just made a very well timed political move...
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Seems like as good a time as any to start some worldbuilding! Here's my offering:
B1
You are Alfric Grimwine, sitting Chairman of the Order for the Protection of Otterball, a position you acquired after working your way up through the organisation for years, having started out as a mere Squire of the Order in your hometown of Baileywick. You are currently in a meeting with the other high-ranking Order members and the Seers you employ, clairvoyant individuals who use the potent hallucinogen Alocene to induce trance-like states in which they speak prophetically about things they could not possibly know, though they don't actually see the future and their statements are only true by mystical coincidence. There are many Seers in the world, including those who don't even know that they are Seers yet, but your Order has sought to acquire the services of as many as possible in order to be fully prepared for any possible threats to the preservation of Otterball, past, present, and future. Right now, you are meeting to discuss the most significant such threat you have ever seen in your personal tenure as Chairman, a rival group who call themselves the Cult of the Seething Spider and who you believe to have, much like the Order itself, thoroughly infiltrated the worldly structures and bureaucracies of the Empire, and many other organisations besides, in pursuit of their doubtless diabolical ends. For months, your agents have been working to uncover and counteract the nefarious plans of this nebulous yet far-reaching secret society, lest the art of otterball be lost to the world, as nearly happened centuries ago at the founding of the Order — and indeed, if the Seers are to be believed, this plot could be no less, or even greater, a shame to the Order as that fateful disaster if your foresight fails you... or just as much a triumph to go down in your name if you succeed!
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[Plz note my above thing is an addon to Maximum spinning wheel's thing plz do not steel]
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Seems like as good a time as any to start some worldbuilding! Here's my offering:
B1
You are Alfric Grimwine, sitting Chairman of the Order for the Protection of Otterball, a position you acquired after working your way up through the organisation for years, having started out as a mere Squire of the Order in your hometown of Baileywick. You are currently in a meeting with the other high-ranking Order members and the Seers you employ, clairvoyant individuals who use the potent hallucinogen Alocene to induce trance-like states in which they speak prophetically about things they could not possibly know, though they don't actually see the future and their statements are only true by mystical coincidence. There are many Seers in the world, including those who don't even know that they are Seers yet, but your Order has sought to acquire the services of as many as possible in order to be fully prepared for any possible threats to the preservation of Otterball, past, present, and future. Right now, you are meeting to discuss the most significant such threat you have ever seen in your personal tenure as Chairman, a rival group who call themselves the Cult of the Seething Spider and who you believe to have, much like the Order itself, thoroughly infiltrated the worldly structures and bureaucracies of the Empire, and many other organisations besides, in pursuit of their doubtless diabolical ends. For months, your agents have been working to uncover and counteract the nefarious plans of this nebulous yet far-reaching secret society, lest the art of otterball be lost to the world, as nearly happened centuries ago at the founding of the Order — and indeed, if the Seers are to be believed, this plot could be no less, or even greater, a shame to the Order as that fateful disaster if your foresight fails you... or just as much a triumph to go down in your name if you succeed!
As of the moment, you are in the Port city of Hammerstone, a large and wealthy settlement based on trans-continental trade, and your main supply of smuggled Alocene after it was made illegal in the Imperial lands. There have been rumors of a Dragon-Cult active in the area, apparently resurging after a drake was sighted in the skies above the southern farmlands. This is, of course, ridiculous, since there are no Dragons.
However, there have also been rumors of the rulers of the city being bribed or blackmailed, possibly going as far up the chain of command as Lord Kromydun himself. There has been a lot of silence from a news perspective recently, but your spies have discovered that there have been similar rumors going all over the Empire, in West Breidmark and the Feiterlands most notably. It's possible that someone just made a very well timed political move...
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Seems like as good a time as any to start some worldbuilding! Here's my offering:
B1
You are Alfric Grimwine, sitting Chairman of the Order for the Protection of Otterball, a position you acquired after working your way up through the organisation for years, having started out as a mere Squire of the Order in your hometown of Baileywick. You are currently in a meeting with the other high-ranking Order members and the Seers you employ, clairvoyant individuals who use the potent hallucinogen Alocene to induce trance-like states in which they speak prophetically about things they could not possibly know, though they don't actually see the future and their statements are only true by mystical coincidence. There are many Seers in the world, including those who don't even know that they are Seers yet, but your Order has sought to acquire the services of as many as possible in order to be fully prepared for any possible threats to the preservation of Otterball, past, present, and future. Right now, you are meeting to discuss the most significant such threat you have ever seen in your personal tenure as Chairman, a rival group who call themselves the Cult of the Seething Spider and who you believe to have, much like the Order itself, thoroughly infiltrated the worldly structures and bureaucracies of the Empire, and many other organisations besides, in pursuit of their doubtless diabolical ends. For months, your agents have been working to uncover and counteract the nefarious plans of this nebulous yet far-reaching secret society, lest the art of otterball be lost to the world, as nearly happened centuries ago at the founding of the Order — and indeed, if the Seers are to be believed, this plot could be no less, or even greater, a shame to the Order as that fateful disaster if your foresight fails you... or just as much a triumph to go down in your name if you succeed!
As of the moment, you are in the Port city of Hammerstone, a large and wealthy settlement based on trans-continental trade, and your main supply of smuggled Alocene after it was made illegal in the Imperial lands. There have been rumors of a Dragon-Cult active in the area, apparently resurging after a drake was sighted in the skies above the southern farmlands. This is, of course, ridiculous, since there are no Dragons.
However, there have also been rumors of the rulers of the city being bribed or blackmailed, possibly going as far up the chain of command as Lord Kromydun himself. There has been a lot of silence from a news perspective recently, but your spies have discovered that there have been similar rumors going all over the Empire, in West Breidmark and the Feiterlands most notably. It's possible that someone just made a very well timed political move...
+1 and +1
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Seems like as good a time as any to start some worldbuilding! Here's my offering:
B1
You are Alfric Grimwine, sitting Chairman of the Order for the Protection of Otterball, a position you acquired after working your way up through the organisation for years, having started out as a mere Squire of the Order in your hometown of Baileywick. You are currently in a meeting with the other high-ranking Order members and the Seers you employ, clairvoyant individuals who use the potent hallucinogen Alocene to induce trance-like states in which they speak prophetically about things they could not possibly know, though they don't actually see the future and their statements are only true by mystical coincidence. There are many Seers in the world, including those who don't even know that they are Seers yet, but your Order has sought to acquire the services of as many as possible in order to be fully prepared for any possible threats to the preservation of Otterball, past, present, and future. Right now, you are meeting to discuss the most significant such threat you have ever seen in your personal tenure as Chairman, a rival group who call themselves the Cult of the Seething Spider and who you believe to have, much like the Order itself, thoroughly infiltrated the worldly structures and bureaucracies of the Empire, and many other organisations besides, in pursuit of their doubtless diabolical ends. For months, your agents have been working to uncover and counteract the nefarious plans of this nebulous yet far-reaching secret society, lest the art of otterball be lost to the world, as nearly happened centuries ago at the founding of the Order — and indeed, if the Seers are to be believed, this plot could be no less, or even greater, a shame to the Order as that fateful disaster if your foresight fails you... or just as much a triumph to go down in your name if you succeed!
As of the moment, you are in the Port city of Hammerstone, a large and wealthy settlement based on trans-continental trade, and your main supply of smuggled Alocene after it was made illegal in the Imperial lands. There have been rumors of a Dragon-Cult active in the area, apparently resurging after a drake was sighted in the skies above the southern farmlands. This is, of course, ridiculous, since there are no Dragons.
However, there have also been rumors of the rulers of the city being bribed or blackmailed, possibly going as far up the chain of command as Lord Kromydun himself. There has been a lot of silence from a news perspective recently, but your spies have discovered that there have been similar rumors going all over the Empire, in West Breidmark and the Feiterlands most notably. It's possible that someone just made a very well timed political move...
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You are Alfric Grimwine, sitting Chairman of the Order for the Protection of Otterball, a position you acquired after working your way up through the organisation for years, having started out as a mere Squire of the Order in your hometown of Baileywick.
The Order, dedicated to the preservation of Otterball, employs Seers, clairvoyant individuals who use the potent hallucinogen Alocene to induce trance-like states in which they speak prophetically about things they could not possibly know, though they don't actually see the future and their statements are only true by mystical coincidence.
As of the moment, you are in the Port city of Hammerstone, one of the Order's main bases of operation and a popular site for Otterball culture and activity. The city, being a large and wealthy settlement based on trans-continental trade, is also your main supply of smuggled Alocene after it was made illegal in the Imperial lands.
You are currently in a meeting with the other high-ranking Order members and a few of the Seers, discussing the most significant threat to Otterball you have ever seen in your personal tenure as Chairman — a rival group who call themselves the Cult of the Seething Spider and who you believe to have, much like the Order itself, thoroughly infiltrated the worldly structures and bureaucracies of the Empire, and many other organisations besides, in pursuit of their doubtless diabolical ends. For months, your agents have been working to uncover and counteract the nefarious plans of this nebulous yet far-reaching secret society, which, according to the Seers, may pose as great a danger to Otterball as anything the world has ever known...
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You: "The Cult of the Seething Spider. We have gathered here today to discuss this ominous threat that continues to loom over our Order, ever encroaching on the continued existence of Otterball. Not since the tyrant sorcerer-king of centuries ago who nearly abolished Otterball for all time, leading to the founding of our very organization, has there been such an insidious and menacing threat. Comrades, the hour is upon us."
You: "A few days ago, one of our convoys transporting a large amount of gold was attacked by the Cult, costing us greatly. How was this allowed to happen?"
A man sitting to your left, the Order's Chief of Funding, Lilus Bucklenine, soon speaks: "The route was supposed to be secure... Remius confirmed it."
He looks to a man sitting to your right, a Remius Shadoway, the Order's Chief of Information.
Remius looks to you with a troubled expression.
"My informants did report the Cult's movement, but by then it was too late. It was like the Cult knew exactly when, where, and how to strike. If I were to guess, I'd say there is a spy amongst our Order, someone of a high rank no less."
Everyone looks worriedly at each other.
"...Where is the vice-chair? Aren't they supposed to be here?" Asks the woman to your left, the Order's Chief of Events and Planning, Lynn Peachtint, as she notes the empty seat on the other end of the table.
"I've not been able to locate the vice-chair... my people are still on it as we speak." Answers Remius.
You: "...Hmm. What about the cultist spy we caught trying to break into our chamber of records?"
"She's still denying that she has anything to do with the Cult. Says that she has no idea how the Seething Spider emblem ended up in her possession." Says a man to your far left, Kent Oddfox, the Order's Chief of Security.
"This all makes me rather uneasy..." Says a woman sitting a few seats to your left, the Order's Chief of Diplomacy and Trade, Felisa Trinitas. "What exactly are they trying to achieve?"
You: "So far, from what we've gathered, the Cult is targeting other powerful organizations, like ourselves and the Imperial Army. It seems that they may be attempting to seize political control and achieve undisputed world-wide dominance. A grave danger to us and to Otterball, though I fear that may just be the beginning of their true agenda..."
You: "...Seers, any new predictions?"
One of the lead Seers, a robed man named Inumoathrian, hands you a scroll.
"One of our latest, though I cannot say exactly what it means..."
You open the scroll and read the writing aloud:
"The Dragon clerics roam the coast as the Great Spider spins a web across the land, entangling the Emerald Squirrel and her Ravens. The Otterball Guild must beware the Chaos Dragon's flame and seek the Stone of the Tides to awaken the Master."
You: "What is this talk about Dragons?"
Remius: "I believe the prediction may be referring to the recent rise of a Dragon Cult in the area, apparently resurging after a drake was sighted in the skies above the southern farmlands."
You: "That's ridiculous! There are no Dragons."
Remius: "No, but this new cult seems to believe otherwise. I've heard that some of them have taken up residence at the old abandoned Dragon temple along the coast, a few leagues away from the city, and that their leader is particularly fanatical..."
You: "What about this Stone of the Tides? Any idea what such a thing might be?"
Remius: "I'm not sure, the prophecy could be referring to a number of different artifacts all around the world, or perhaps not an artifact in the typical sense. I will need to do some research..."
You: "We need more specifics. And more predictions, if possible."
"About that, one of my men has located a new Seer in West Bredmark that we could possibly employ. The Seer seems rather new, and may not even know that they are a Seer yet." Says Oswald Hinterbrow, the Order's Chief of Recruitment.
You: "Good. Keep me updated on that. We need all the help we can get. How are the Alocene stores?"
Felisa: "We're running a bit low, but our overseas shipment should be arriving soon."
Remius: "I should mention, there's been some troubling rumors about the rulers of the city being bribed or blackmailed, possibly going as far up the chain of command as Lord Kromydun himself. What it's about, I'm not yet sure, but hopefully it doesn't interfere with any of our undertakings."
Felisa: "Hmm, I've not spoken to Lord Kromydun in a while now, but I've heard similar rumors from our allies in other parts of the Empire, most notably West Bredmark and the Feiterlands. In fact, my communication with Lord Myrezio of the Feiterlands just recently halted. It's possible that someone just made a very well timed political move..."
You: "That is troubling indeed, especially with everything else going on..."
You take a deep breath as you deliberate the numerous situations.
You: "Okay, so... a possible traitor amongst our high ranking officers who is secretly reporting to the Cult of the Seething Spider.
A missing vice-chair.
An imprisoned cultist who insists that they aren't a cultist.
A prophecy that warns of Dragons, and to seek a certain 'Stone of the Tides'.
Rumors of the city's rulers being bribed or blackmailed, and similar rumors in other places in the Empire.
...What shall we do about all this, and how shall we proceed with our continuing struggle against the Cult of the Seething Spider?..."
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Alfric Grimwine
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Chairman's Suit (Body)
- Dress Shoes (Feet)
Inventory:
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Chairman's Emblem- 200 Gold
> Optional: What do you think about the possible spy amongst the Order? Do you have any suspicions about who it might be?
> Optional: What do you think about the vice-chair's absence? Do you have any idea where they are?
> Optional: Add any additional info/details about any of the characters.
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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> Optional: What do you think about the possible spy amongst the Order? Do you have any suspicions about who it might be?
At the moment, there is too little evidence for this, for all we know this could all be a ploy to split the council apart.
The Chief of Security will have to assemble a team to investigate the matter further.
> Optional: What do you think about the vice-chair's absence? Do you have any idea where they are?
The possibility of the missing attendee would certainly implicate them as a suspect
As previously stated however, there is not enough evidence for this. The investigatory team will have to find evidence for or against this possibility.
> Optional: Add any additional info/details about any of the characters
Kent Oddfox have made your job difficult in the past as you were climbing the ranks.
But they as Chief of Security, were merely doing your job at the time, and you trust them to continue to do just that. They are the least likely subject of plotting against the council.
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You: It can't have been one of the guards, we pay them all to spy on each other, and if any one of them had anything iffy going on, we'd have six people telling us about it...
Your Thoughts: It might be Felisa or Lynn... Felisa is a sort of chessmaster, manipulating the events within the city's black market to keep our goals intact... If she was bribed, we probably wouldn't find out about it... But she has been extremely loyal to the guild for most, if not all of her time in office, since she finds more worth in being a manipulative bastard than money, and anything bad happened, she'd be out of a job... Still...
Then there's Lynn, and Remius, I suppose. Lynn keeps things about his life extremely quiet and private, so anything could be happening with him... And I've never entirely trusted Remius, though now that I think of it, if he were to lose his job and be left on the streets, he has a lot of enemies who'd love to get the kill first... He can't really afford to have Anything bad happen to the guild... Though that might be grounds to bribe him to prevent his job loss if... AAAAH! Why does this need to be this complex...
Before you can think of anything more, a guard bursts into the room.
Sir! There is a detatchment of about 70 Imperial troops coming this way! They know that this meeting is on! You all need to get to the tunnels before they get here!
Thought: Shit.
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You consider who the spy might be...
You: "Regarding the spy, it can't have been one of the guards; we pay them all to spy on each other, and if any one of them had anything iffy going on, we'd have six people telling us about it..."
At the moment, there seems to be too little evidence to pin much suspicion on anyone; for all you know this could all be a ploy to split the council apart.
You look to the Chief of Security, Kent Oddfox, who has a stern and thoughtful expression. Kent made your job difficult in the past as you were climbing the ranks. But they as Chief of Security, were merely doing their job at the time, and you trust them to continue to do just that. They are the least likely suspect of plotting against the council.
You: "Kent, please assemble a team after the meeting to investigate the matter further."
Kent: "Roger that."
You look over to the missing seat where the vice-chairman should be. Their absence would certainly implicate them as a suspect, but as previously stated, there is not enough evidence for this. The investigatory team will have to find evidence for or against this possibility.
It could also be Felisa or Lynn...
You glance at Felisa, who looks smug and completely relaxed, as usual.
Felisa is a sort of chessmaster, manipulating the events within the city's black market to keep our goals intact... If she was bribed, we probably wouldn't find out about it... But she has been extremely loyal to the guild for most, if not all of her time in office, since she finds more worth in being a manipulative bastard than money, and anything bad happened, she'd be out of a job... Still...
Then there's Lynn, and Remius, I suppose.
You look to Lynn, who seems a bit nervous and timid, but that's fairly normal for her.
Lynn keeps things about her life extremely quiet and private, so anything could be happening with her...
You look to Remius, catching him with shifty eyes.
I've never entirely trusted Remius, though now that I think of it, if he were to lose his job and be left on the streets, he has a lot of enemies who'd love to get the kill first... He can't really afford to have Anything bad happen to the guild... Though that might be grounds to bribe him to prevent his job loss if... AAAAH! Why does this need to be this complex...
Before you can think of anything more, a guard bursts into the room.
"Sir! There is a detatchment of about 70 Imperial troops coming this way! They know that this meeting is on! You all need to get to the tunnels before they get here!"
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Shit.
Oswald: "How did the Imperial Army find out about this meeting!?"
Lilus: "And what do they want!?"
Remius: "I don't think we should stick around to find out..."
You: "...To the tunnels then."
(https://i.imgur.com/NId7D1G.png)
As everyone hurries out of the meeting room towards the secret passage, Lilus suddenly halts.
Lilus: "Wait, I need to fetch our documents! We can't allow them to get into someone else's hands!"
Panicced, he then hurries off towards the files room.
Guard: "But they're going to be here any moment!"
Remius: "We can't afford to wait for him. Lilus knows the way, let's keep moving."
You hesitantly nod, and the group continues making their way to the tunnels.
(https://i.imgur.com/6rUvQfP.png)
Heading through the secret passage, the group then travels down several flights of stairs...
(https://i.imgur.com/s3AwGIQ.png)
Reaching the tunnel entrance, you enter and look around the dark, torch-lit passages that stretch on for some distance.
(https://i.imgur.com/Ar8Q9hq.png)
Felisa: "Ugh, gotta say, traveling around in these dusty caverns, definitely not a perk of being a sacred protector of Otterball."
Inumo'athrian: "The air smells of mystery and intrigue..."
Remius: "These passages were built by past members of the Order, centuries ago. Though we frequent them occasionally, there are likely many paths and crevices unknown to us. We should be careful and stick together."
You have a flashback from a few years ago, when the Order was dealing with a different threat, a group called the Invokers of the Apocalypse. You remember getting lost within these labyrinthine walls, and it was ultimately Kent who found you and led you out. Apparently, the Invokers had kidnapped the Order's Chairman at that time, but they did not know of the tunnels below, allowing you, Kent, and his security team to successfully route the Invokers and save the Chairman.
Kent: "Let's get moving."
The group travels deeper into the tunnels, eventually reaching a room with a large statue of an Otterball player and a few connecting passageways.
(https://i.imgur.com/ermlM1p.png)
The group takes a brief rest as Kent inspects each of the paths.
Kent: "These paths can lead to a variety of destinations, including the docks, the beach caves, an alleyway in a residential area, the basement of the Otterball Activity Center, or deeper into the tunnels..."
Alfric Grimwine
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Chairman's Suit (Body)
- Dress Shoes (Feet)
Inventory:
-
Chairman's Emblem- 200 Gold
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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A complete stranger walks by from the north towards the south. The person casually greet the now confused group, and is gone before anyone is able to react.
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A complete stranger walks by from the north towards the south, casually greeting the group.
Stranger: "Hello mates."
(https://i.imgur.com/ctXM3n8.png)
The stranger is then gone before anyone is able to react.
Oswald: "Who the bloody hell was that!?"
Everyone looks confusedly at each other.
Remius: "Maybe he had something to do with how the Empire found out about our meeting?"
Oswald: "An Imperial spy! Or maybe a cultist!"
Felisa: "Perhaps we should follow him and find out."
Lynn: "But what if it's a trap!?"
Kent: "Whoever it is, they apparently know these tunnels quite well. It's risky, but so is our current situation, regardless of what we do."
You hesitantly nod, as the group regathers itself and continues toward the south passage, following after the stranger.
The group soon reaches an intersection.
(https://i.imgur.com/8yS0r47.png)
Oswald: "Uh, which way now?"
Kent: "Hmm..."
Alfric Grimwine
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Chairman's Suit (Body)
- Dress Shoes (Feet)
Inventory:
-
Chairman's Emblem- 200 Gold
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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Wait, there's suppose to be a tourch on this forth corner,
to their left they see an empty tourch stand
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We must go left.
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Kent looks around and notices something atypical.
"Wait, there's suppose to be another torch there." He points to the left corner, where there is an empty torch stand.
The group looks in that direction, the path stretching on for some distance.
"I-I don't know about this..." Lynn says.
"...We must go this way." You declare adamantly, and the group soon begins heading that way.
After walking for a while, the group comes to a large room. Near the south wall, there is a winged demonic creature floating in front of some kind of altar. A few of its acolytes are nearby, quietly chanting something. At the other end of the room, there is a large metallic door.
(https://i.imgur.com/53cu4aj.png)
Alfric Grimwine
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Chairman's Suit (Body)
- Dress Shoes (Feet)
Inventory:
-
Chairman's Emblem- 200 Gold
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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You: "Oh shit, we should have gone right, lets get out of here."
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A third acolyte enters from the left, then asks if the group is here for the ceremony.
If they aren't, they should leave. Open house is not until next thursday. (or whatever equivalent to thursday this world has.)
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"It's okay, everyone, these guys are from the youth centre! I agreed to let them use our tunnels for their blasphemous rituals in exchange for more funding for the otterball program! Excuse me, gentlemen, we just need to slip out through that door, won't be but a moment."
The door leads to the Order's Dramatic Revelations Room.
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You: "Oh shit, we should have gone right, lets get out of here."
As you turn around, a third acolyte suddenly appears from the left.
(https://i.imgur.com/0wNL80v.png)
Acolyte: "Are you all here for the ceremony? If not, you should leave. Open house is not until next Bluusday."
You then remember that the acolytes are actually from the nearby youth centre.
You: "Wait, it's okay, everyone, these guys are from the youth centre! I agreed to let them use our tunnels for their blasphemous rituals in exchange for more funding for the otterball program! Excuse me, gentlemen, we just need to slip out through that door, won't be but a moment."
You quickly lead the group to the large door, entering the Order's Dramatic Revelations Room.
(https://i.imgur.com/zqw1J7l.png)
Large stone structures rest around the room, as glowing glyphs decorate it's walls and ceilings. A couple of torches burn brightly, lighting the archaic enclosure. A strange wind blows from seemingly nowhere, causing the flames to flicker and dance.
Alfric Grimwine
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Chairman's Suit (Body)
- Dress Shoes (Feet)
Inventory:
-
Chairman's Emblem- 200 Gold
> Optional: What do you know about the Dramatic Revelations Room?
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This room is safe from any outside influence, as long as you stay here, the Imperial Soldiers might not be able to find you.
But that's not the only thing this chamber is capable of. There is a reason for its name.
If only you could recall how it works, it's been ages since you used it.
It might not be fully safe to use either way, it has a tendency to "touch" upon the minds of the ones who does.
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"Ah, yes. The Dramatic Revelations room. Beautiful, isn't it? I brought us here for a very simple reason: because I have a dramatic revelation for you all.
I know who the spy among our ranks is!"
Alfric turns to the guard who had burst into the meeting room with a patronising expression. "There was never a detachment of Imperial troops coming for us, was there? Our contacts in the Imperial bureaucracy would have known weeks ahead of time if such a thing were planned. No, that was just a ploy to get us all out of the room, isn't that right? And the one who went back... who went back to look for secrets and plans left exposed in the haste... he is the spy. Well, he and you.
Mere days ago, I was at a hotel in West Bredmark, there to watch, as I'm sure we were all excited to do, the fine match between the Seasnakes and the Wicklers. (And of course to oversee the completion of certain top-secret Order business of which some of you will already be aware.) And while I was there, a woman came up to me, a Seer in fact, who we are recruiting even now: and she told me, 'When you hear the verdant birds are on the wing, yet you know it could not be so, watch out for the straggler who connives, for even the upmost boughs may rot from the venom of the spider's bite! He will be marked for the payment you have sought.'
Whereupon I arranged a little surprise for whoever would be revealed in this way. Come, follow me out and see the fate of traitors."
The group returns to the previous room where they now see Lilus strapped to the altar ready to be sacrificed in accordance with the deal Alfric made with the Youth Centre.
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You recall that the Dramatic Revelations room is safe from any outside influence; as long as you stay here, anyone outside the room might not be able to find you. But that's not the only thing this chamber is capable of. There is a reason for its name. If only you could recall how it works, it's been ages since you used it. It might not be fully safe to use either way, as it has a tendency to "touch" upon the minds of the ones who do.
In any case, you have come here for a different reason.
"Ah, yes. The Dramatic Revelations room. Beautiful, isn't it? I brought us here for a very simple reason: because I have a dramatic revelation for you all.
I know who the spy among our ranks is!"
You turn to the guard who had burst into the meeting room with a patronising expression.
"There was never a detachment of Imperial troops coming for us, was there? Our contacts in the Imperial bureaucracy would have known weeks ahead of time if such a thing were planned. No, that was just a ploy to get us all out of the room, isn't that right? And the one who went back... who went back to look for secrets and plans left exposed in the haste... he is the spy. Well, he and you.
Mere days ago, I was at a hotel in West Bredmark, there to watch, as I'm sure we were all excited to do, the fine match between the Seasnakes and the Wicklers. (And of course to oversee the completion of certain top-secret Order business of which some of you will already be aware.) And while I was there, a woman came up to me, a Seer in fact, who we are recruiting even now: and she told me, 'When you hear the verdant birds are on the wing, yet you know it could not be so, watch out for the straggler who connives, for even the upmost boughs may rot from the venom of the spider's bite! He will be marked for the payment you have sought.'
Whereupon I arranged a little surprise for whoever would be revealed in this way. Come, follow me out and see the fate of traitors."
You lead the group back to the previous room where they see Lilus strapped to the altar ready to be sacrificed in accordance with the deal you made with the Youth Centre.
(https://i.imgur.com/lt8XPZC.png)
Lilus: "W-wait!! Alfric! I-I admit it, I was the spy! But I had no choice! Dezian and I..." Lilus looks to the guard, "...they blackmailed us! They knew something about us... something that would destroy our lives and reputations if people found out..."
Lilus sighs. "Dezian and I, as you know, are cousins. We aren't supposed to be... 'together'. If our families found out, they would shun us to the farthest corners of the world! Not to mention, Dezian is a Reverian. He would be banished from society at the very least, maybe even locked up and sentenced to the harshest of crimes..."
The guard goes to Lilus' side. "It's true, sir. The Seething Spiders somehow knew about our forbidden love, and threatened to expose us if we didn't perform a series of tasks for them. But it was wrong of us to betray the Order. If we are to be punished, I ask that we endure it here together."
(https://i.imgur.com/x8mOOsG.png)
"Err, ehem..." You scratch your head and look around, suddenly noticing that Remius is not with the group.
"Hmm, where did Remius go? Is he still inside the Dramatic Revelations Room?... Well, anyway, what to do with you two..."
Alfric Grimwine
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Chairman's Suit (Body)
- Dress Shoes (Feet)
Inventory:
-
Chairman's Emblem- 200 Gold
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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Alfric looks grim. "Your reasons matter not one whit. Your actions endangered the future of Otterball, in violation of your sacred oath. Any one of us would sooner accept death than see the Spiders succeed in their goals. Besides, our debt to the Youth Centre is already contracted, and a Seer clearly identified you as the payment. Of course, as a matter of pride, we will ensure that you are both comfortably retired to a couple of quiet cottages somewhere very distant from one another."
The two traitors look momentarily confused at the implications before Alfric continues.
"In accordance with our deal with the Youth Centre, their dark and blasphemous deity demands one (1) bond of forbidden love to consume for its own empowerment. Therefore — and it is so convenient that you volunteered to endure the punishment together, lest we would have had to use force and restrain you" [this to Dezian] "like your cousin — it is going to devour your memories of one another. As a special favour to us it has also agreed to take your memories of Otterball and the Order. Just so you have something productive to do in your retirement, I've even asked for it to implant a detailed knowledge of the practice of beekeeping in their place. Let it never be said that the Order does not take care of its own, even when they do not take care of it. Now that you two are fully informed on what to expect, you" [this, in turn, to the cultists] "have my permission to commence your ritual."
And then the monster bit onto the two traitors' heads in succession and sucked out their respective memories while Alfric watched with mild interest and the other members of the Order in the room experienced reactions ranging from erotic fascination to nauseous disgust.
nb: Alfric has no idea what the Youth Centre God plans to do with the power it gains from this deal, but the Seers have assured him that it doesn't pose a threat to Otterball, so he doesn't care.
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After the sacrifice a loaf Thad is heard from the dramatic revelation room, from the room's broken ceiling falls Remius unconscious body holding a spider shape jewel and a picture of a woman wearing the dressing of the dragon cult.
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You look grimly at Lilus and Dezian.
"Your reasons matter not one whit. Your actions endangered the future of Otterball, in violation of your sacred oath. Any one of us would sooner accept death than see the Spiders succeed in their goals. Besides, our debt to the Youth Centre is already contracted, and a Seer clearly identified you as the payment. Of course, as a matter of pride, we will ensure that you are both comfortably retired to a couple of quiet cottages somewhere very distant from one another."
The two traitors look momentarily confused at the implications before you continue.
"In accordance with our deal with the Youth Centre, their dark and blasphemous deity demands one (1) bond of forbidden love to consume for its own empowerment. Therefore — and it is so convenient that you volunteered to endure the punishment together, lest we would have had to use force and restrain you" [this to Dezian] "like your cousin — it is going to devour your memories of one another. As a special favour to us it has also agreed to take your memories of Otterball and the Order. Just so you have something productive to do in your retirement, I've even asked for it to implant a detailed knowledge of the practice of beekeeping in their place. Let it never be said that the Order does not take care of its own, even when they do not take care of it. Now that you two are fully informed on what to expect, you" [this, in turn, to the acolytes] "have my permission to commence your ritual."
And then the monster bit onto the two traitors' heads in succession and sucked out their respective memories while Alfric watched with mild interest and the other members of the Order in the room experienced reactions ranging from erotic fascination to nauseous disgust.
*CHOMP! CHOMP!*
*splegh!!*
"Oh my..."
"Oi!..."
*gasp!*
"...mmm..."
"yikes..."
...
After the ritual completes, Lilus and Dezian soon wake up from the trauma.
Dezian: "...Huh? Who are you people? Where am I?"
He looks to Lilus, who looks equally confused.
Dezian: "You... you look familiar. Do I know you?... No, I don't think so..."
Lilus shakes his head confusedly, looking bewildered as he surveys the area and everyone standing around. He then realizes that he is fastened to the altar behind him.
"W-what is the meaning of this!? Who are all of you!?" He shakes rapidly against the altar, trying to break loose from the ropes.
Acolyte: "Calm down, we are from the beekeeping community. You remember the bees, don't you?"
Dezian: "Ah, yes, the bees! I must tend to them. Where are they now?"
Acolyte: "Don't worry, we will take you to them."
Lilus: "T-the bees?... o-oh, r-right... but why am I t--"
Acolyte: "Let us go to the bees, shall we? Please come with us."
The acolytes release Lilus from the ropes and proceed to escort the two memory-wiped lovers into the tunnels, later to be transported to cottages in different far-away lands.
(https://i.imgur.com/wQVJo0T.png)
The Youth Centre God soon raises its arms in a display of newly acquired power.
"Excellent! With this new concentration of forbidden love, I will be able to cast love spells and create love potions and aphrodisiacs of untold potency!" It then lets out a demonic laugh and disappears in a fiery silhouette.
(https://i.imgur.com/yfwCVkh.png)
Soon afterwards, a loud Thud is heard from the Dramatic Revelations Room. Puzzled, you and the group head into the room to check on what happened.
Inside, you see Remius lying on the ground unconscious, bits of dust and debris still falling from the broken ceiling above him.
(https://i.imgur.com/wIyzCJy.png)
You approach the unconscious Remius, noticing that he is holding a peculiar spider-shaped jewel, as well as a picture of a woman wearing a strangely decorated dress with dragon patterns on it: (https://i.imgur.com/BvUmdif.png)
You glance back to Remius, who seems to be out cold at the moment...
Alfric Grimwine
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Chairman's Suit (Body)
- Dress Shoes (Feet)
Inventory:
-
Chairman's Emblem- 200 Gold
> Optional: Do you recognize the woman in the picture?
> Optional: Have you ever seen this sort of spider-shaped jewel before?
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((Continuing!...))
"...Kalli?" After studying the picture for a few moments, you recognize the woman in it as Kalli, an old friend from years ago. In fact, you haven't seen her since you left your hometown of Baileywick, where she is also from. Is she a Dragon Cultist now? And why does Remius have a picture of her?
As for the spider-shaped gem, you have no clue what it is, as you have never seen anything like it before in your life.
Suddenly, Remius awakens with a jolt, sitting up instantaneously with eyes wide open, expressionless. He turns his head almost a full 90 degrees, only to stare at an empty spot on the wall.
"R-Remius?" Lynn asks.
No response.
The group exchanges concerned looks between one another.
Oswald soon walks over to Remius, shaking him and trying to get a reaction.
"Hey Remius! Snap out of it you lazy oaf!"
In the blink of an eye, Remius suddenly turns his head toward Oswald, and then with seemingly superhuman strength, grabs him and throws him across the room! Remius then turns to you and the rest of the group, snarling in a ghostly manner like a possessed beast. He then turns and jumps through the broken ceiling, back into the cavernous structures above, where he fell from. Strange howling noises can be heard a few moments after Remius leaves the scene.
Oswald soon gets up after being thrown by Remius. "What the bloody hell!?"
Everyone else looks equally confused.
"It must have been the Dramatic Revelations Room that turned Remius mad..." You look around the room grimly. "He must have somehow activated it..."
You look down at the spider-shaped gem that Remius was holding, wondering what it is and whether it's related to the Cult of the Seething Spider. You also wonder about how Kalli is involved in any of this. It's been so long since you last saw her.
Alfric Grimwine
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Chairman's Suit (Body)
- Dress Shoes (Feet)
Inventory:
- 200 Gold
-
Chairman's Emblem-
Picture of a woman dressed in Dragon Cult clothing-
Spider-shaped gem
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Two guards come from the entrance holding Kalli
"We found this cultist near the entrance"
Seeing the spider shaped gem, she reales herself from the guard hold and run to it.
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Two guards come from the entrance holding Kalli
"We found this cultist near the entrance"
Seeing the spider shaped gem, she reales herself from the guard hold and run to it.
Then a bag of potatoes mysteriously falls from the hole in the ceiling and lands on Kalli's head.
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Two guards come from the entrance holding Kalli
"We found this cultist near the entrance"
Seeing the spider shaped gem, she reales herself from the guard hold and run to it.
Then a bag of potatoes mysteriously falls from the hole in the ceiling and lands on Kalli's head.
I think we broke the room
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Two guards soon come from the entrance, holding Kalli!
"We found this cultist near the entrance."
(https://i.imgur.com/f54Ac5i.png)
Seeing the spider-shaped gem, Kalli breaks free from the guards' hold and runs toward it.
You: "Kalli!? What are you doing here!??"
She looks to you, and as she is about to speak, a bag of potatoes suddenly falls from the hole in the ceiling and lands on Kalli's head!
(https://i.imgur.com/HUZpoOq.png)
Shocked and confused, you quickly move the bag of potatoes off of Kalli.
"Kalli! Are you okay?"
She looks at you, looking a bit confused. "Potato?"
"Huh?"
She then smiles at you joyfully. "...Potato!"
"...Kalli?"
She then starts looking all around the room with wondrous amusement. "Potato, potato, potato, potato, potato..."
"Kalli! Do you remember where you are?"
She just smiles at you with blank enthusiasm. "...Potato."
"Oh brother." Felisa sighs. "Another victim of this room, I take it. How about we get out of here before we all get turned into mindless potato-heads?"
You hesitantly nod, and the group soon begins exiting the room. You lead Kalli outside, along with the group. She seems very compliant and thoughtlessly carefree.
(https://i.imgur.com/0V1F69s.png)
"Okay, so here's what we know. Remius somehow activated the Dramatic Revelations Room and ended up with this spider-shaped gem and a picture of Kalli in his hands, before bouncing off like a madman. Kalli then shows up outside, clearly enthused about the gem, until she gets pummeled by some falling potatoes from the room's ceiling and now she's become some sort of loony potato-obsessed amnesiac."
You glance at Oswald, who is apparently taking a bite out of a potato that he's holding. You pause, not sure what to say.
He notices you looking at him. "...What? I'm hungry."
"...Anyway. There is a clear connection between this woman Kalli and this spider-shaped gem, as well as the Dragon Cult, from the looks of her dress. But we don't know what these connections are, nor will we get any answers from her at this point, it seems. And furthermore, our Chief of Information has gone missing, as well as insane, no less..."
The group murmurs about the bizarre sequence of events, and what to do now...
Alfric Grimwine
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Chairman's Suit (Body)
- Dress Shoes (Feet)
Inventory:
- 200 Gold
-
Chairman's Emblem-
Picture of a woman dressed in Dragon Cult clothing-
Spider-shaped gem
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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Slap Kalli to see if she stops saying potato.
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Slap Kalli to see if she stops saying potato.
She runs again towards the spider shaped gem
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You slap Kalli to see if she stops saying potato.
* slap! *
"Kalli! Snap out of it!"
Kalli looks confused for a moment, blinking several times as she slowly comes out of her potato-trance.
"...Alfric?" She then notices the gem in your hands and moves towards you, instinctively reaching for the object.
"Kalli! What are you doing!?"
She looks back to you anxiously. "That gem... how did you get it?"
"This?" You hold up the spider-shaped gem. "What do you know about it? What is it?"
"... I... it's not the time for this. All I can say is that it's--"
"--Called the Arachnia Key." Says a new yet familiar voice coming from the tunnel.
You turn and see the vice-chairman of the Order, Lux Everwood! The part-time private investigator seems to often turn up at unexpected times.
(https://i.imgur.com/ASM2qnq.png)
"A legendary gemstone that opens the Arachnia Vault, unleashing armageddon upon the world as we know it." The vice-chairman continues.
"Lux?! Where have you been??"
"Oh, my apologies, Alfric. I have been on the tail of a criminal, a murderer who was involved in the framing of Gammy Sommers at the West Bredmark Royal Hotel, for a murder he committed. It's very likely that he's also a member of the Cult of the Seething Spider."
"I wish I could have informed you all of my absence, but I could not risk my cover being blown."
"The man I am after is extremely dangerous, and insidiously difficult to track. The only thing I was able to find out about him was that he was looking for the Arachnia Key, an item sacred to the Spider cult. As to his identity and connections, my investigations were getting nowhere--that is, until I tracked him to this woman."
He points to Kalli.
"She is working with the murderer, and they are likely both agents of the Seething Spiders."
"What!? I don't know what he's talking about!" Kalli exclaims. "The gem you're holding is not some legendary keystone! It's..."
She sighs. "I didn't want to tell you about this yet Alfric, but... it's Remius's engagement gift to me. Remius and I, we're getting married."
You blink several times in surprise, trying to figure out the situation.
"I know you and I had a thing back then and that's why I didn't want you to know about us yet. But we were going to invite you to the wedding!"
"Alfric, don't listen to her! Why would she even be here in the first place?"
"I came here actually as an envoy for the Disciples of the Dragon, seeking to perhaps form an alliance with your Order. I told my guild that I knew you, and Remius as well, and so was sent on this mission of diplomacy. When I saw you holding that gem, I got confused... where is Remius anyway? He'll confirm everything I've said."
"Well... Remius is... ..."
"...Alfric? Where is my fiancee?"
"...Let's just say he's M-I-A at the moment."
"What does that mean?"
"The Dramatic Revelations Room turned him into a mindless lunatic, and then he jumped away through a hole in the ceiling. Much like what happened to you earlier before Alfric slapped you out of it, but with fewer potatoes and more jumping away." Oswald shruggingly interjects.
Kalli is temporarily speechless.
Lux walks towards the group. "Comrades, this woman is very much connected to the murderer at West Bredmark, as well as the Cult of the Seething Spider! I tracked the elusive murderer to her on more than one occasion, and have gathered much evidence that she's working with him in order to obtain the Arachnia Key. We should take her into custody and interrogate her."
"That would be unwise! I am an envoy of the Disciples of the Dragon, and any unsolicited action taken against me will incur the wrath of my guild, as well as that of my potato. Err, deity. Ehem. You'd do best to handle this situation delicately. Find Remius--he'll clear up any suspicions you have of me. In the meantime, please return to me my engagement gift, as it has much sentimental value to me. And then perhaps we can discuss a potato alliance between our guilds."
Lux grimly shakes his head at you.
Alfric Grimwine
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Chairman's Suit (Body)
- Dress Shoes (Feet)
Inventory:
- 200 Gold
-
Chairman's Emblem-
Picture of a woman dressed in Dragon Cult clothing-
Spider-shaped gem
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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We tell the guards to find Remius
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We tell the guards to find Remius
Also don't give the gem back, keep a hold of it until we can get the truth.
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Search for secret doors.
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Search for secret doors.
Saying that, I'm not sure Remius jump wasn't a trick, look for hidden contraptions I bet our chances
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You tell the guards to find Remius. They look reluctantly at each other, but soon make their way towards the Dramatic Revelations Room, cautiously entering.
Meanwhile, you decide to hold on to the gem for now.
"My apologies Kalli, but we will have to hold on to the gem for now, until everything is confirmed. Please understand that it is a delicate situation for us, as we have been involved in a crisis against a cult with very insidious influence."
"Hmph. Well fine then. I suppose it can wait. Just find my sweet potato Remius, please."
"We will do our best, of course."
You then recount the situation, perceiving that something wasn't quite right...
You begin searching around the room for secret doors and hidden contraptions. Feeling around the corner of the walls, you discover a hidden cubby hole with a metal cover.
With some force, you pry open the cover and look inside to see someone sitting there, tied up and gagged... it's Remius!!
(https://i.imgur.com/XkjXG8R.png)
You help the restrained Remius out of the compartment, releasing him from his ropes and gag.
"By Otterball's blessing, Alfric, you found me!" Exclaims Remius, exuberant and relieved after being rescued.
"Remius! What... how did you get there?"
"One moment I was about to leave the Dramatic Revelations Room with you all to witness the fate of the traitors, and then the next, someone grabbed me from behind, silencing and binding me with ropes and then shoving me through a series of small tunnels... unfortunately, I did not see who my abductor was."
"Remius, my darling!" Kalli rushes into Remius's arms. "You're safe! I was so worried."
Remius looks at Kalli, confused. "Err... do I know you?"
(https://i.imgur.com/zprppc6.png)
Kalli is completely stunned by Remius's question. "It's me, Kalli! How can you not remember me, your fiancee!?"
Remius is taken aback. "Fiancee!?!? I'm sorry, lady, but I have no clue who you are."
Kalli shakes her head in disbelief. "But... we've been together for over six months!! How can you not remember!? Could the ordeal you just went through have caused some sort of memory loss?..."
She then points to the spider-shaped gem in your hands. "What about that? Do you remember it? You gave it to me as an engagement gift."
Remius looks to the gem, shaking his head. "I have never seen such a thing before in my life... I'm sorry." He looks as confused as her.
"Ehem... I'm sorry Kalli, but in light of these new developments, we are going to have to hold you for further questioning. Please don't take this personally, as it is a very sensitive matter to us."
"You're damn right it's a sensitive matter! I am not leaving without Remius! I want to know what the hell is going on!" Kalli demands, seemingly genuine in her bewilderment.
Soon, the two guards return from the Dramatic Revelations Room, with a third person in tow.
"Hey boss, we found Remius." The guards announce, to your astonishment.
You look to the person they are towing, and, to your disbelief, it is indeed another Remius, dressed and appearing exactly as the first Remius, save for the lack of dirt on his face and the tidier clothing.
(https://i.imgur.com/Bm6hpgq.png)
"...Remius!?" Kalli exclaims, her confusion continuing to increase.
The guards add their confusion to everyone else's as they see the other Remius standing near you.
"...Kalli." The newly arrived Remius remarks in amusement. "I did not expect to see you here."
"What the hell is going on!?!" Kalli demands. "Who is he!?" She gestures to the first Remius. "...And who are you!?"
The second Remius glances from Kalli to the first Remius, then to the spider-shaped gem in your hands. "Ah, how curious that it has happened like this. I must say, you showing up here has become rather eventful, Kalli."
"What the hell are you talking about!?!?" The confused Dragon envoy had just about enough.
Meanwhile, Lux surveys the unfolding situation, gasping as he comes to a sudden and bleak realization. "Oh no..."
"You see, although I had united the key and the vault, I could not activate the sequence, for I had lacked the proper keyphrase. Well, lacked until now." The second Remius continues cryptically.
"The Arachnia Vault... it's not a place... it's a person!" Lux deduces out loud, though he suspected that it may already be too late.
"Thanks to your Dramatic Revelations Room, I was finally able to obtain the keyphrase." The Remius clone then utters a strange phrase, in a tone no less foreboding.
As he finishes his utterance, the spider gem in your hand suddenly twitches awake, jumping and latching onto the ceiling. The group looks to the glowing creature above, flinching from its erratic movements.
The creature skitters around with remarkable speed, searching for its target. Ultimately, it makes its way directly above Kalli. Flashing several times in confirmation, it then launches itself at the confused woman, landing directly on her forehead. A huge blast of darkness then erupts from the spider, knocking you and everyone else except Kalli hard against the walls.
The last thing you see before passing out is a glimpse of Kalli, crouching there, the spider-shaped gem embedded comfortably in her forehead. Except, it didn't seem to be Kalli anymore, but someone else. Something else.
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To be continued...
Who will the main character be for the next chapter?(Choose any existing character that isn't in the current scene, or create a new character from below.)
(Optional: Feel free to include some description of the character's recent history/current situation.)
Brief list of existing characters:
Sir Pent
Drascomi
Gammy Sommers
Fiona QuarrelNew Character Creation:
(https://i.imgur.com/inGfHnE.png)
You are ________ (name), ________ (title/profession) from ________ (place).
Additional character info/history: ________________ (custom/optional).
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A 5
You are Jess Bluethorn, Teacher and Wizard Extraordinaire at Bumbleton Arcane University.
She have been a teacher of the Arcane Arts (General Arcane Studies) for almost four years now.
She is a bit of a hothead with the tendency to time-freeze (Frozen in time and fully aware of it.) some of the more delinquent students, which have gotten her in trouble with the principal more than a few times.
She's also secretly a member of a small obscure cult which is apparently all about tasting wine and cheese.
And she's an alcoholic, which might be the reason to why she joined said cult in the first place.
(She has so far completely memorized the name, smell, texture and taste of 249 brands of wine and at least three dozen of other alcoholic beverages.)
She is currently at a local pub, drunkenly complaining about her unruly students and annoying principal, while the bartender does his best to endure it all as he waits for his shift to end.
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A 5
You are Jess Bluethorn, Teacher and Wizard Extraordinaire at Bumbleton Arcane University.
She have been a teacher of the Arcane Arts (General Arcane Studies) for almost four years now.
She is a bit of a hothead with the tendency to time-freeze (Frozen in time and fully aware of it.) some of the more delinquent students, which have gotten her in trouble with the principal more than a few times.
She's also secretly a member of a small obscure cult which is apparently all about tasting wine and cheese.
And she's an alcoholic, which might be the reason to why she joined said cult in the first place.
(She has so far completely memorized the name, smell, texture and taste of 249 brands of wine and at least three dozen of other alcoholic beverages.)
She is currently at a local pub, drunkenly complaining about her unruly students and annoying principal, while the bartender does his best to endure it all as he waits for his shift to end.
+1.
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A 5
You are Jess Bluethorn, Teacher and Wizard Extraordinaire at Bumbleton Arcane University.
She have been a teacher of the Arcane Arts (General Arcane Studies) for almost four years now.
She is a bit of a hothead with the tendency to time-freeze (Frozen in time and fully aware of it.) some of the more delinquent students, which have gotten her in trouble with the principal more than a few times.
She's also secretly a member of a small obscure cult which is apparently all about tasting wine and cheese.
And she's an alcoholic, which might be the reason to why she joined said cult in the first place.
(She has so far completely memorized the name, smell, texture and taste of 249 brands of wine and at least three dozen of other alcoholic beverages.)
She is currently at a local pub, drunkenly complaining about her unruly students and annoying principal, while the bartender does his best to endure it all as he waits for his shift to end.
+1.
+1
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A 5
You are Jess Bluethorn, Teacher and Wizard Extraordinaire at Bumbleton Arcane University.
She have been a teacher of the Arcane Arts (General Arcane Studies) for almost four years now.
She is a bit of a hothead with the tendency to time-freeze (Frozen in time and fully aware of it.) some of the more delinquent students, which have gotten her in trouble with the principal more than a few times.
She's also secretly a member of a small obscure cult which is apparently all about tasting wine and cheese.
And she's an alcoholic, which might be the reason to why she joined said cult in the first place.
(She has so far completely memorized the name, smell, texture and taste of 249 brands of wine and at least three dozen of other alcoholic beverages.)
She is currently at a local pub, drunkenly complaining about her unruly students and annoying principal, while the bartender does his best to endure it all as he waits for his shift to end.
+1.
+1
+1 We shall conquer all challenges with the power of alcohol.
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6.
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You are Jess Bluethorn, Teacher and Wizard Extraordinaire at Bumbleton Arcane University.
You have been a teacher of the Arcane Arts (General Arcane Studies) for almost four years now. You are a bit of a hothead with the tendency to time-freeze (frozen in time and fully aware of it) some of the more delinquent students, which has gotten you in trouble with the principal more than a few times.
You are also secretly a member of a small obscure cult which is apparently all about tasting wine and cheese. And you are an alcoholic, which might be the reason as to why you joined said cult in the first place. (You have so far completely memorized the name, smell, texture and taste of 249 brands of wine and at least three dozen of other alcoholic beverages.)
You are currently at a local pub, drunkenly complaining about your unruly students and annoying principal, while the bartender does his best to endure it all as he waits for his shift to end.
(https://i.imgur.com/bjD0o0X.png)
You: "And then he smirks and goes, 'I didn't know that spell would turn all the chairs into monkeys, I just wanted a more comfortable place to sleep during your lecture!'"
The bartender chuckles, idly cleaning a shotglass.
"So I gave him a 'timeout' -- it's nothing he can't handle, and a completely appropriate punishment for that kind of ridiculous misbehavior. But then he goes to the principal, whining about 'teacher-student abuse'. And of course the principal, that irritating oaf, sides again with the miscreant, warning me about a suspension if my misbehavior continues! Can you believe that!?"
The bartender scratches his head, politely smiling at you. "Heh, I'm sorry..."
"Where is the justice, I ask?? Where is the justice!?"
He shakes his head. "I don't know, ma'am..."
"Give me another one of these, please. I'm gonna need it!" You gesture to your empty glass.
"Sure thing..." He pours you another Troopton Firetonic.
You take a quick sip and continue with your complaints of scholastic misconduct as the bartender goes on courteously nodding along.
Jess Bluethorn
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Master Wizard's Hat
- Master Wizard's Robes
- Silken Shoes
Inventory:
- 120 Gold
- Master Wizard's Wand
- Bumbleton Arcane University Teacher's ID
- Splendid Tastes Cult Insignia
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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A homeless man walks in, and begins yelling for someone to bring him a bottle of "the good stuff", even though he can't afford anything.
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As you continue your rant, a homeless man walks into the pub and begins yelling. "Hey!! Someone bring me a bottle of "the good stuff!!"
(https://i.imgur.com/OGWorD5.png)
The bartender, along with most everyone else, turns to glance at the sketchy-looking newcomer.
The waiter nearby scratches his head. "Err, the 'good stuff', sir?"
"Yeah, you know the one." He winks at the confused waiter.
The waiter glances at the bartender, who shrugs, looking equally confused.
"Umm, sir... are you sure you're okay? You seem a little out of it..."
The homeless man shoots an indignant glare at the waiter. "I'm perfectly well, sonny! Don't you worry about me! Now get me my bottle!"
The waiter continues to look concerned. "Umm, I'm not sure what you are talking about, sir. I can get you a menu..."
"Sounds good, lad!" The homeless man cheerily pats the waiter on the shoulder, hopping past him and taking a seat near you at the bar.
(https://i.imgur.com/l1zHQR0.png)
The bartender is a little wary, but tries to look natural as he greets the man with a nod, continuing to clean the glass.
The homeless man takes a long, deep breath, completely relaxing as he inspects the various wines and liquors on the shelves behind the bar area, nodding with satisfaction.
You glance at the strange vagabond. Something smells a bit funny...
Jess Bluethorn
Health: Excellent
Equipment:
- Master Wizard's Hat
- Master Wizard's Robes
- Silken Shoes
Inventory:
- 120 Gold
- Master Wizard's Wand
- Bumbleton Arcane University Teacher's ID
- Finer Tastes Cult Insignia
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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You try to figure out what's up with him, but you're too drunk to figure anything out beyond your flass of drink. What you'd need right now is a good healing potion dabbed on the liver... A healing spell will have to do, though, since you don't want to rip out your liver.
Ypu suddenly realise that between you noticing him and the current moment, you zoned out thinking about livers and self harm, and the hobo is drinking some kind of ale or beer... Light, almost orange in his glass. Curiously, the more he drinks, the calmer and cooler he seems to get, as though the... Ale... Is restoring his mind and body after a long time of misuse. It occurs to you that you want a sip of something like that.
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All of the other patrons suddenly leave, along with the waiter. Something is amiss.
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A pair of shady characters enters, apparently looking for someone, they spot the "hobo" and approach him.
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Seeing the two characters the bartender say to Jess he close early today
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You try to figure out what's up with the homeless man, but you're too drunk to figure anything out beyond your glass of drink. What you'd need right now is a good healing potion dabbed on the liver... A healing spell will have to do, though, since you don't want to rip out your liver.
You suddenly realize that between you noticing him and the current moment, you zoned out thinking about livers and self harm, and the hobo is drinking some kind of ale or beer... Light, almost orange in his glass. Curiously, the more he drinks, the calmer and cooler he seems to get, as though the... Ale... Is restoring his mind and body after a long time of misuse. It occurs to you that you want a sip of something like that.
"What is that you're drinking??" Your words come out in a drunken slur, barely comprehensible, but you're way too drunk to care.
"Oh, this?" He grins at you, his demeanor now resembling a classy sophisticate instead of a rowdy homeless person. Even his ragged clothes seem much cleaner and more elegant, somehow.
"This is what I like to call, 'the good stuff.' Where I come from, we call it Phoenix Wave. I don't always drink it, but when I do, I prefer to be in the presence of a beautiful lady like yourself." He raises his glass to you, downing another portion of his drink and becoming more radiant by the moment. He's nearly glowing at this point.
As you are about to ask the bartender for the same drink, you notice all of the other patrons suddenly leaving the bar, along with the waiter. As drunk as you are, you're coherent enough to realize that something is amiss...
(https://i.imgur.com/T8LMOeE.png)
A pair of shady characters soon enter the bar, looking around with a certain aura of unspoken authority.
"We're closing early today." The bartender suddenly remarks to you upon seeing the two newcomers, his eyes intently focused on them.
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The newcomers spot the "hobo" and approach him, making a brief moment of intense eye-contact with the bartender, who seems to stiffen up further.
(https://i.imgur.com/1Cq6x4P.png)
The "hobo" soon notices the presence of the newcomers, as well as the fact that the rest of the bar is empty.
He glances mindfully at the shady men standing close by, their trench-coats and dark statures towering over him.
"Ehem. Gentlemen. Can I help you?" The hobo says calmly.
The two men glance at each other, then back at the hobo. One of them finally speaks, his voice casual yet inquisitive. "We're looking for someone by the name of Evening Tiger. Wouldn't happen to know who that is, would you?"
The hobo takes another sip from his drink, shrugging at the question. "Can't say I do. What kind of name is that, anyway? Sounds like someone from the mountain monasteries."
The inquisitor slouches over the bar counter next to the hobo, the red glow of his cigar lighting up as he inhales. He then slowly exhales the smoke, the hazy fumes filling the bar area.
"Word is he's in this area, wearing rags. Kind of like those you're wearing." The shady inquisitor says calmly, studying the hobo.
"Rags, huh? And to think they were going out of fashion..." The "hobo" takes another sip from his drink.
The inquisitor continues to study the hobo for a few moments before turning his attention to you.
"Ah, where are my manners? I did not notice this lovely, delicate creature sitting so close by!" The inquisitor interjects himself between you and the hobo.
(https://i.imgur.com/tAiBPIV.png)
"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm called Mr. Bones, and my associate here is Mr. Clips. We're uh, detectives, and we're looking for a bad man who goes by the name of Evening Tiger. Surely someone as fair as yourself would have no ties with such a depraved criminal, but just a word of warning, lovely miss, not to get tangled with ill company..." He looks over at the hobo.
"...for that would not be pleasant, for any and all involved..." After a bit of a pause, he turns back to you with a smile. "Just a friendly word of advice."
You shruggingly nod, not entirely sure what he's talking about. You turn to glance at the inquisitor's associate, Mr. Clips, who is standing silently behind everyone else, his hands burried in the pockets of his dark trench coat. He turns his head slightly as he notices your glance, his eyes still concealed under the darkness of his broad-brimmed hat.
Things are getting a little uncomfortable, but perhaps you're still too drunk to think much of it.
Jess Bluethorn
Health: Excellent, Drunk
Equipment:
- Master Wizard's Hat
- Master Wizard's Robes
- Silken Shoes
Inventory:
- 120 Gold
- Master Wizard's Wand
- Bumbleton Arcane University Teacher's ID
- Finer Tastes Cult Insignia
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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It might be time to leave and go some where else.
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It might be time to leave and go some where else.
We're too drunk to be comletly reasonble so we stay outside the door and try to listen in
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Stagger out the door and listen to the conversation.
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You decide that it might be time to leave, before things continue to escalate. You get up from your seat and start towards the door, staggering a bit in your drunken state.
"Leaving so soon?" Mr. Bones suddenly asks in an exacting voice from behind you. Mr. Clips is then standing near the exit in front of you, blocking the way out.
(https://i.imgur.com/exENl9H.png)
"...Have a nice night." Mr. Bones soon finishes, to your relief, as Mr. Clips then moves out of the way. You cautiously make your way past him, through the exit and out of the bar.
(https://i.imgur.com/zHod612.png)
Still too drunk to be completely reasonable, you decide to stay outside the door and try to listen in on the conversation. It's difficult to hear exactly what they are saying, but you're able to make out most of the words...
(https://i.imgur.com/w82jcqT.png)
"So, mister Evening Tiger, we can either do this the easy way, or the hard way." Mr. Bones threatens.
"Erm, excuse me gentlemen, but would you mind if I used the loo first?" The hobo politely gestures before heading towards the washroom in the back of the bar.
Mr. Bones grins wickedly at his partner as he tilts his head toward the washroom, the two then following after the hobo.
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A few moments of silence pass.
Then, a loud boom suddenly erupts from the direction of the washroom. Several more booms and crashes soon follow. And then, silence again.
(https://i.imgur.com/EEDA1mX.png)
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Soon after, a random stranger walks out of the washroom, greeting the bartender with a casual "evening, mate" before walking out of the bar and down the street, whistling a jazzy tune.
(https://i.imgur.com/UGLpXSG.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/HMCCffC.png)
The bartender looks bewildered as he cautiously scans the back of the bar for any signs of the hobo and the two "detectives"...
(https://i.imgur.com/By0JKRr.png)
Jess Bluethorn
Health: Excellent, Drunk
Equipment:
- Master Wizard's Hat
- Master Wizard's Robes
- Silken Shoes
Inventory:
- 120 Gold
- Master Wizard's Wand
- Bumbleton Arcane University Teacher's ID
- Finer Tastes Cult Insignia
Optional: Where is Bumbleton Arcane University located in the world? (Is it inside a city, is it a college town, etc)
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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The "hobo" exits from the washroom about to ask the bartender abut the weird stranger
whom just passed by but stops mid-sentence, because it's probably irrelevant.
He then mentions something about two "accidents" in the washroom before hurriedly exiting the pub.
Excusing himself as he passes Jess, promptly turning to the opposite direction of where the stranger headed.
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*beep beep* *beep beep* Jess's magic watch begins beeping. The magic experiment at home has finished. Soon, cake will be able to be mass produced. Assuming she can remember what the reminder was for in her drunken state, anyway.
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Bumbleton Arcane University is located on the wrong side of the train tracks next to the abandoned factory, and it's surround by
gangs the houses of wizards.
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Bumbleton Arcane University is located on the wrong side of the train tracks next to the abandoned factory, and it's surround by gangs the houses of wizards.
wizard gangsters.
And it's right across the street from the old cultic temple with the outdoor pool of human blood.
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Bumbleton Arcane University is located on the wrong side of the train tracks next to the abandoned factory, and it's surround by gangs the houses of wizards.
wizard gangsters.
And it's right across the street from the old cultic temple with the outdoor pool of human blood.
This used to be quite a nice neighbourhood back in the day when the university was founded. But that way long before your time.
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This used to be quite a nice neighbourhood back in the day when the university was founded. But that way long before your time.
Yes, back then the cultic temple had human sacrifices and chowder every Thursday, and the factory employed half the town and produced as many as a hundred jade sacrificial daggers every day. Except Thursday, obviously. Thursday was chowder day.
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And it's right across the street from the old cultic temple with the outdoor pool of human blood.[/b]
The pool of blood doesn't need to be of humens, or outdoor, but now it's belong to the city and no one is willing yo pay for covering it or replacing the old blood
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And it's right across the street from the old cultic temple with the outdoor pool of human blood.[/b]
The pool of blood doesn't need to be of humens, or outdoor, but now it's belong to the city and no one is willing yo pay for covering it or replacing the old blood
But it is open to community residents in summer.
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And it's right across the street from the old cultic temple with the outdoor pool of human blood.[/b]
The pool of blood doesn't need to be of humens, or outdoor, but now it's belong to the city and no one is willing yo pay for covering it or replacing the old blood
But it is open to community residents in summer.
Although now that you think about it.. No one has ever been going there ever since that gang of thugs moved in a couple of months ago.
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The "hobo" soon exits from the washroom, turning to the bartender with a slightly curious expression.
"Did you see a..." He stops mid-sentence, realizing it was probably irrelevant. "Er, never mind."
(https://i.imgur.com/ttYABI5.png)
"Oh and uh, I ran into a couple of... accidents, in the washroom. Might need a little fixing up."
He then hurriedly exits the pub, briefly meeting you outside.
"S'cuse me, ma'am." He nods at you and promptly heads down the street in the opposite direction of where the stranger went.
(https://i.imgur.com/ddtYxuO.png)
*beep beep* *beep beep*
Your magic watch suddenly starts beeping! You remember it was a reminder for something back at home, but in your drunken state can't recall exactly what it was. An experiment of some sort?... In any case, it seems like time to head back.
(https://i.imgur.com/VO1LIwB.png)
You start walking towards your house, which is a little ways across town, past a poverty-stricken industrial area where Bumbleton Arcane University can be seen in its midst, next to an abandoned factory.
Surrounding Bumbleton are the houses of wizard gangsters, and across the street from the university is an old cultic temple with an outdoor pool of human blood.
(https://i.imgur.com/o8l1FW2.png)
You heard that the neighborhood was actually quite nice back in the day when the university was founded. The cultic temple had human sacrifices and chowder every Bluusday, and the factory employed half the town and produced as many as a hundred jade sacrificial daggers every day. Except Bluusday, of course, which was chowder day. But alas, that was long before your time. Since then, productivity has drastically declined, and the pool of blood has become mostly neglected, the town's citizens unwilling to pay for maintaining it or replacing the old blood. However, it is open to community residents in the summer. Although, now that you think about it, no one has been going there ever since that new gang of thugs moved in a couple of months ago.
Making your way past the industrial zone, you soon reach your house, entering through the front door.
(https://i.imgur.com/oWEXxkB.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/95qOxx1.png)
Home sweet home... literally! The aroma of fresh pastries jogs your memory as you remember the magical experiment you had been conducting, which had now reached completion, and soon, cake will be able to be mass produced!
You excitedly approach your worktable, examining the results of the experiment...
Jess Bluethorn
Health: Excellent, Drunk
Equipment:
- Master Wizard's Hat
- Master Wizard's Robes
- Magic Watch
- Silken Shoes
Inventory:
- 120 Gold
- Master Wizard's Wand
- Bumbleton Arcane University Teacher's ID
- Finer Tastes Cult Insignia
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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Examine the experiment and taste the result!
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By the way, your familiar seem to be missing, he usually tend to greet you by the door. Perhaps he is in one of the other rooms.
Being 1/3rd cat, he usually tend to sit at the most inconvenient of places at the most inconvenient of times.
(By 1/3rd I mean as a species, the other two parts I'll leave up to the other posters.)
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Being 1/3rd cat, he usually tend to sit at the most inconvenient of places at the most inconvenient of times.
(By 1/3rd I mean as a species, the other two parts I'll leave up to the other posters.)
The familiar is also 1/3rd chicken.
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Being 1/3rd cat, he usually tend to sit at the most inconvenient of places at the most inconvenient of times.
(By 1/3rd I mean as a species, the other two parts I'll leave up to the other posters.)
The familiar is also 1/3rd chicken.
And 1/3 monster from a realm from beyond the veil, you should've probably banish him there, but he's so cute so you keep him
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Sir Oakenbord of the Four Legs, the northern most chair in the room, silently and patiently thinks on his revenge against Lord Woodenhiem the fifth, the southern most chair. It has been decades in the making but soon all the plotting and lies will be completed and Woodenhiem will pay for his crimes.
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You try to ignore the talking furniture, they are the inevitable result of an experiment gone awry.
Most wizards do in fact have at least one sapient piece of furniture (or tool/utensil/household product) in their homes.
And yes, many wizardly experiments have a tendency to go wrong in some way or another. It's all a part of the science of magic.
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The chair underneath the table prays it won't be discovered, for it is a mimic!
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You examine the experiment, tasting the result...
It tastes very yummy! The Mana Fruit you used gives it a refreshingly exotic flavor, meshing nicely with the Buttermilk of Eternal Springs.
It seems that the experiment was a success, which means that you can now mass produce cake using your lab equipment!
You smile with satisfaction, looking over the equipment and pondering the philosophical implications of unlimited cake.
(https://i.imgur.com/xYyJ1wH.png)
"Wizard! Hey wizard! What's that you're doing there?" A demanding but not unfamiliar voice suddenly booms at you, evidently belonging to one of the nearby chairs. "It had better not be something unauthorized! Surely you know that all such activity must be reported to me, Lord Woodenheim the fifth, master of the household!"
(https://i.imgur.com/AzYujXN.png)
"Ehem." You look away, trying to ignore the talking furniture. They are the inevitable result of an experiment gone awry, though most wizards do in fact have at least one sapient piece of furniture (or tool/utensil/household product) in their homes. And yes, many wizardly experiments have a tendency to go wrong in some way or another. It's all a part of the science of magic.
Meanwhile, the other two chairs are sitting silently around the table. One of them seems to be deeply focused in thought, as if plotting something devious while occasionally glancing at its mouthy cohort. The other, beneath the table, is completely still and chair-like, almost overly so. You eye it with mild suspicion, but soon dismiss your unfounded doubts about the probably innocent and inanimate piece of household property.
(https://i.imgur.com/ohtjFoa.png)
You then notice that your familiar seems to be missing, as he usually tends to greet you by the door. Perhaps he is in one of the other rooms...
You walk into your bedroom to look for the creature.
(https://i.imgur.com/JZNG5Kb.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/jB35oxE.png)
Nestled in a pile of homework papers on the nightstand is the 1/3 cat, 1/3 chicken, and 1/3 monster from a realm beyond the veil familiar, yawning and purring at your arrival as it kneads its paws and claws on the student essays underneath, gently but surely shredding the hours of academic effort toiled by the academy's most diligent pupils.
"There you are, Mr. Fluffytails... hey, that's no place to sleep!" You scold-greet the creature, trying to shoo him off his papery nest.
Mr. Fluffytails shoots back a defiant meow, his demonic tentacle-tails swinging chaotically about.
"Let me just... take these..." You slide your hand towards the nest, trying to remove and rescue the scholastic underpinnings from beneath the unnegotiating familiar.
A harsh and quickened "bah-gawk!" served as a final warning as the creature suddenly pounces and flutters away from its resting spot, but not before further ravaging the homework papers and making a nice feathery mess of them. Mr. Fluffytails then finds a comfortable spot right in the middle of the bed, as it settles down, purring and licking its paws and tentacles.
Sighing in resignation, you look from the mess to the mess-maker, annoyed but helpless to the creature and its cuteness.
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Jess Bluethorn
Health: Excellent, Drunk
Equipment:
- Master Wizard's Hat
- Master Wizard's Robes
- Magic Watch
- Silken Shoes
Inventory:
- 120 Gold
- Master Wizard's Wand
- Bumbleton Arcane University Teacher's ID
- Finer Tastes Cult Insignia
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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Salvage what you can from the essays, seems like you will have to fail half the class yet again.
Hopefully the principal won't take notice.
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Salvage what you can from the essays, seems like you will have to fail half the class yet again.
Hopefully the principal won't take notice.
Yes, hiding the body of the last one was quite annoying.
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Ponder on ways to fix the essay with magic, there were some lectures we remember:
Most magic works on the principle of entropy, that is, if you create entropy you can bullshit the universe into thinking your magic is legitimate physics. That is why most mages blow stuff up and burn things down. But if you create a lot of entropy elsewhere you can sometimes reduce it in a small area. That is the reason the rest of mages cause seemingly random destruction.
What that means is if you destroy some of your furniture or otherwise cause a mess maybe you can force the paper back together the way it use to be to balance the universal debit card or something.
Now was that really how magic works or was that from our pseudo-magic lecture on false magic explanations?
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implications of unlimited cake.
The only implication I can see is that somebodies gonna get diabeetus.
Some strange magic stuff has gone on in this room, as most of the shadows are brown for some reason.
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Some strange magic stuff has gone on in this room, as most of the shadows are brown for some reason.
Right, you forgot all about that.. But the essays need to come first, need to have them rated before.. when was it again?
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You try to salvage what you can from the essays, seems like you may have to fail half the class yet again. Hopefully the principal won't take notice; hiding the body of the last one was quite annoying.
You pick up the shredded papers, examining the damage done, which is quite extensive. Several of the papers are all but unintelligible, missing large chunks of writing. The others are bruised but still readable with a degree of guesswork.
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Perhaps there is a way to fix the essays with magic... you remember from some lectures that most magic works on the principle of entropy, that is, if you create entropy you can bullshit the universe into thinking your magic is legitimate physics. That is why most mages blow stuff up and burn things down. But if you create a lot of entropy elsewhere you can sometimes reduce it in a small area. That is the reason the rest of mages cause seemingly random destruction.
What that means is if you destroy some of your furniture or otherwise cause a mess maybe you can force the paper back together the way it use to be to balance the universal debit card or something.
Now was that really how magic works or was that from our pseudo-magic lecture on false magic explanations?...
...You briefly consider the logistics of hiding another principal's body and just how close to not-too-annoying it would be. The current one is a total butthead anyway... but nah, best not come to that just yet. Besides, this entropy-creating furniture-destroying debit card thing should work just fine! You're like, a professor in this stuff! What could go wrong!?
Now, which piece of furniture should you blow up to fix these essays?... hmm... Lord Woodenheim the fifth has been getting on your nerves lately, and is far too loud and bossy for a chair. And then there's that highly suspicious chair, who is acting all too much like a chair. Or perhaps one of the furnitures in this room could do as well. Decisions, decisions.
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As you survey the furniture in the room, you notice that, oddly, most of the shadows in the room are brown. Some strange magic seems to have gone on in this room... *gasp*
Shadow magic.
You then remember something you had forgotten all about!... but the essays need to come first. You need to have them rated before... when was it again? Oh right, tomorrow morning!? Yikes. Better decide fast which piece of furniture will be your explosive payment. Or perhaps causing a different kind of mess may be an easier way to balance the universe? You try not to think about the other option of simply failing half the class and then 'dealing' with the principal afterwards, perhaps by giving him diabeetus...
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Jess Bluethorn
Health: Excellent, Drunk
Equipment:
- Master Wizard's Hat
- Master Wizard's Robes
- Magic Watch
- Silken Shoes
Inventory:
- 120 Gold
- Master Wizard's Wand
- Bumbleton Arcane University Teacher's ID
- Finer Tastes Cult Insignia
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
> Optional: What class are these essays for? What class(es) do you teach?
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The noisy one has to go. Do it swiftly and mercilessly.
Make an example out of him to put the others in line.
Just like what you always done to delinquent students.
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The noisy one has to go. Do it swiftly and mercilessly.
Make an example out of him to put the others in line.
Just like what you always done to delinquent students.
In general, destroy all furniture not willing to announce their loyalty to you
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The class we teach is, Advanced death magic for beginners.
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The class we teach is, Advanced death magic for beginners.
Actually.. If you go back a few pages, what we teach has already been established.
You have been a teacher of the Arcane Arts (General Arcane Studies) for almost four years now.
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The class we teach is, Advanced death magic for beginners.
Actually.. If you go back a few pages, what we teach has already been established.
You have been a teacher of the Arcane Arts (General Arcane Studies) for almost four years now.
That's just the faculty, Advanced death magic for beginners is the specific course.
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The class we teach is, Advanced death magic for beginners.
Actually.. If you go back a few pages, what we teach has already been established.
You have been a teacher of the Arcane Arts (General Arcane Studies) for almost four years now.
That's just the faculty, Advanced death magic for beginners is the specific course.
It could be what we're teaching this semester.
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The class we teach is, Advanced death magic for beginners.
Actually.. If you go back a few pages, what we teach has already been established.
You have been a teacher of the Arcane Arts (General Arcane Studies) for almost four years now.
Oops, I forgot about that... ^^;
The class we teach is, Advanced death magic for beginners.
Actually.. If you go back a few pages, what we teach has already been established.
You have been a teacher of the Arcane Arts (General Arcane Studies) for almost four years now.
That's just the faculty, Advanced death magic for beginners is the specific course.
It could be what we're teaching this semester.
Ditto~
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But wouldn't Advanced Death Magic be reserved for.. you know.. the necromancer classes? Taught by actual necromancer teachers?
Why let a teacher of General Arcanae Students be teaching that of all things? Is the principal and the school board behind this?
Can't be bothered to pay actual necromancers to teach and just let the least paid teachers do it instead?
Maybe we should consider quitting this teaching gig.
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Maybe we should consider quitting this teaching gig.
But if we quit how will we get our "Recreational substances"?
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Maybe we should consider quitting this teaching gig.
But if we quit how will we get our "Recreational substances"?
You mean alcohol? That might be an issue, yes..
We could become an adventurer. Sure that's a somewhat dangerous career that might not be economically stable.
But at least that beats what we get from teaching.
And we are a well experienced wizardess, we would do fine with dungeon delving.
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You decide that the noisy chair has to go.
Picking up the essays, you march back into the living room, heading straight towards Lord Woodenheim with merciless determination. You shall make an example out of him to put the others in line. Just like what you always done to delinquent students.
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"What has gotten into you, wizard!?" Lord Woodenheim stammers as you take hold of him by the crest rail. "Need I remind you who is master of the household!? Unhand me at once!"
Now, how does this work again? You ponder for a moment as the hapless chair wiggles in your unyielding grasp. Ah yes, an entropic binding spell should do.
You place the essays on the table and take out your wand as you begin to prepare the ritual, magically binding Lord Woodenheim to the desecrated essays.
"S-sir Oakenbord of the Four Legs, aid me immediately! You must obey your lord! Together we can dethrone the wizard and rule this place together!"
As the chair to the north looks slyly at its distressed cohort, you take the chance to root out any and all furnitures who may be tending towards dissidence.
"All of you, listen up! Either announce your loyalty to me, or join Lord Woodenheim in utter annihilation!" You yell to the other furnitures, your voice ringing with ruthless ferocity. "If you wish to live, make your fealty known, now!"
After a few short seconds of what seemed like gloating, the northern chair Sir Oakenbord quickly announces his allegiance to you. "I am with you, Master Jess, one hundred percent. Strike down this villainous cur for all to see!"
"What!? You scheming son of a log!" screams a desperate and struggling Lord Woodenheim.
"Anyone else!? Declare your allegiance now, or pay the wooden price!" You narrow your eyes at the suspicious chair under the table, who has kept its quiet for too long now.
The seemingly inanimate creature soon hops to life, knowing of its dire situation. "Err--y-yes, I-I am with you as well! May the, uh, the chair god, b-bless you! On your, uh, y-your wizardly throne!" It squeaks in a strange voice. You narrow your eyes some more, still a bit suspicious of its odd behavior, but satisfied by its response.
The table soon announces its allegiance to you as well. "Oh yeah me too I'm with you too."
"Looks like it's just going to be you, Lord Woodenheim." You look to the angry panicced chair in your grasp. "It's time... to meet your Maker!"
In a swift motion, you throw Lord Woodenheim to the floor, and, pointing your wand at him, utter the final words that the chair would hear.
"Entropicatus decicras!"
"N-NOO--!"
*FROOM!*
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In an instant, the fallen chair bursts into a firework of sparks and ashes. The shiny little particles float around the room for a bit before gathering near the essays, soon becoming a part of the papers as the missing sections are restored. Several moments later, nothing remained of the loudmouthed chair, and the essays had returned to their previous, unmauled condition.
So I guess that is how magic really works. You let out a sigh of relief and of a job well done.
You soon take a glance at the reassembled essays; they are for the new course that you are teaching this semester, 'Advanced Death Magic for Beginners', which is part of the General Arcane Studies faculty.
You ponder the reason why such a class wouldn't be reserved for students of necromancy, and why the school would let a teacher of General Arcane Studies be teaching that of all things. Is the principal and the school board behind this? They can't be bothered to pay actual necromancers to teach and just let the least paid teachers do it instead?
You consider quitting this teaching gig... but if you quit, how would you get your 'recreational substances'? Alcohol doesn't just grow on trees!
...Maybe you could become an adventurer? Sure that's a somewhat dangerous career that might not be economically stable. But at least that beats what you get from teaching. And you are a well experienced wizardess, you would do fine with dungeon delving.
You continue to ponder the possibilities of a career change as you absent-mindedly read and grade the papers written by freshman wizards, many of them part of the local gangs no doubt, expressing their avid curiosity and interest in mastering advanced death magic.
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Jess Bluethorn
Health: Excellent, Somewhat drunk
Equipment:
- Master Wizard's Hat
- Master Wizard's Robes
- Master Wizard's Wand
- Magic Watch
- Silken Shoes
Inventory:
- 120 Gold
- Bumbleton Arcane University Teacher's ID
- Finer Tastes Cult Insignia
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
> Optional: Do you have any previous experience with adventuring and dungeon-delving? Are there any places in particular you'd like to go adventuring to?
> Optional: Who/what is the chair mimic, and what are they doing here?
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First of all, tomorrow you need to buy a new chair
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You have done some adventurering when you were younger, long before you became a teacher.
And you did it quite well together with some other youngster adventurers. Old childhood friends.
That was before your father sent you to that all-girls boarding school. Those were the worst years of your life.
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You have done some adventurering when you were younger, long before you became a teacher.
And you it rather did well together with some other youngster adventurers. Old childhood friends.
That was before your father sent you to that all-girls boarding school. Those were the worst years of your life.
Something in the ages doesn't add up, unless we were pre-teen doing adventuring
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You have done some adventurering when you were younger, long before you became a teacher.
And you it rather did well together with some other youngster adventurers. Old childhood friends.
That was before your father sent you to that all-girls boarding school. Those were the worst years of your life.
Something in the ages doesn't add up, unless we were pre-teen doing adventuring
I meant something along those lines, yes.
I mean, if pre-teens in anime and jrpgs can do some adventuring, so can Jess.
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> Optional: Who/what is the chair mimic, and what are they doing here?
That thing came from a thrift store that one of the wizard gangs were using as a front for their drug ring.
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You briefly reminisce about the good times you had adventuring when you were younger, long before you became a teacher. You did it quite well together with some other youngster adventurers, old childhood friends of yours.
That was before your father sent you to that all-girl boarding school. Those were the worst years of your life.
You sigh, still unsure about your current career situation. But in any case, you need to go buy a new chair tomorrow. As you finish grading the papers and feeling a bit woozy from the alcohol, you decide to head to bed.
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Jess...
Huh?
Help me, Jess...
What? Who...
I'm in trouble... caught in the Spider's web...
I... I don't...
Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!!—
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You awaken with a startle. What a weird dream that was. You could have sworn that was the voice of Kalli, one of your childhood adventuring friends. You haven't seen her for years; last you remember her was back in Baileywick, before you were sent off to the boarding school. How strange to have such a vivid dream about her now. Is she still in touch with Alfric and the others, you wonder?
Mr. Fluffytails meows at you from atop the desk.
You remember that Kalli used to be really into dragons. So what's this about a spider's web?...
Anyway, it's just a dream, right? How would you even go about finding her, much less helping her?...
Mr. Fluffytails meows at you again, then scuttles off the desk and out of the room.
Feeling a bit hung over, you sluggishly crawl out of bed and get dressed, trying to forget about that weird dream. Heading into the living room, you have some cake for breakfast.
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Looking at your watch, there are still a few hours before your class starts. Good time to go buy that new chair. You decide to go to that neat little thrift shop nearby that you sometimes frequent for furniture and other household goods.
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As you enter the shop, you notice a few of the store clerks feverishly whispering amongst themselves near the counter. Noticing your arrival, they soon halt their secretive chattering, hastily correcting themselves.
One of them shoots an alarming glance at you before briskly walking off to the back of the shop. Another nods at you in greeting, wearing a slightly creepy smile. Why do you come here to shop again?...
Oh right, because of the excellent wares! You start looking around, browsing the various chairs and other goods displayed around the shop.
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Jess Bluethorn
Health: Good, slightly hung over
Equipment:
- Master Wizard's Hat
- Master Wizard's Robes
- Master Wizard's Wand
- Magic Watch
- Silken Shoes
Inventory:
- 120 Gold
- Bumbleton Arcane University Teacher's ID
- Finer Tastes Cult Insignia
- Magically Repaired Student Essays
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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That clerk by the counter seem to be hastily hiding something under the counter.
But that's none of your business, you are here for a new chair.
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We should probably choose a talking chair now instead of them start talking in because of us, so we can choose their personality better, we need one that loyal and like pets
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Then several homeless people come in and start whispering to one of the clerks and pass something to him then he gives them something in return, with that finished the homeless people leave.
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Then several homeless people come in and start whispering to one of the clerks and pass something to him then he gives them something in return, with that finished the homeless people leave.
Did the clerk gave them the shades of one of the men from the bar yesterday? No it's probably just me being paranoid.
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Looking around the store, you notice the clerk by the counter seems to be hastily hiding something under the counter. These guys are always acting so sketchy... But that's none of your business, you are here for a new chair.
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You begin browsing the furniture section, deciding that you should probably choose an already-talking chair instead of one that starts talking later because of an experiment or whatnot. This way you can better choose their personality, as you need one that is loyal and likes pets.
Surveying the stock, you begin interviewing the chairs to find the ideal candidate.
"Hello chairs! I am here to buy one of you and take you back to my home. I am looking for one that will fit my requirements. First off, do any of you talk?"
"Oh, I do!" The red one says eagerly.
"Yeah, sure." Says the blue one.
"Alright, let's start with you." You nod to the red one. "How loyal would you say you are?"
"Oh I'm real loyal! My previous owner used to be the leader of the baddest wizard gang around! I mean, before he was, um, 'removed' from his position by rival gangs. But I never betrayed him, not even once! I even gave him back massages!"
"Hmm, I see. And how are you with pets?"
"Oh I'm real good with pets! My previous owner used to keep quite a few pet humans around the house before sacrificing them for some dark nefarious ritual. It was always a hoot!"
"Hmm, okay. You seem fairly experienced, I'll get back to you. Next, you." You walk towards the blue chair.
Meanwhile, several homeless people enter the store and start whispering to one of the clerks. They each pass something to the clerk, who then gives them something in return...
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You raise an eyebrow. This town seems to have a serious homeless problem. And what are they doing at a thrift store, anyway?...
As they continue their exchange, you catch a glimpse of the clerk giving one of them what looked like a particular pair of shades. Wait, was that the same pair of shades that belonged to one of the hooligans from the bar yesterday?... No, it's gotta be just me being paranoid...
With the homeless people finished with whatever 'business' they had with the clerk, they begin leaving the store. You soon return to the interview process, turning to the blue chair.
"Ehem, so, how loyal would you say you are?"
"Eh, pretty loyal."
"Pretty loyal?"
"Yeah, what's it to you? You wanna go? You think you can afford me? You can't afford half my cushion!"
"Umm, okay... so, do you like pets?"
"Nah, man, I hate those things! You put me in a house with pets and I might have to go lumberjack on your ass!"
"Err, okay... well, that's all for the interviews."
You deliberate between the candidates and soon come to a decision.
"You." You point to the red one.
"Yay!" It hops in glee.
You pick up the chair and walk to the counter to make the purchase.
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"Ah, excellent choice. That'll be 40 gold pieces, please."
You make the payment, happy with your new chair. You then leave the store, bumping into another homeless person on your way out.
Okay, time to head home. Nice thing about these sapient chairs is that you don't have to carry them, they can wobble around all by themselves, albeit a little slowly.
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On your way home, you see one of the hobos in the thrift store earlier, the one who received the shades from the clerk, entering the cultic temple.
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Huh, isn't that gang territory?... Well, whatever, still not really your business.
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And you're back! You place your newly bought chair where Lord Woodenheim used to be as your other furnitures look with wonderment and intrigue at the new arrival.
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Jess Bluethorn
Health: Good, slightly hung over
Equipment:
- Master Wizard's Hat
- Master Wizard's Robes
- Master Wizard's Wand
- Magic Watch
- Silken Shoes
Inventory:
- 80 Gold
- Bumbleton Arcane University Teacher's ID
- Finer Tastes Cult Insignia
- Magically Repaired Student Essays
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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Probably time to finish grading those papers.
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You decide that it's probably time to finish grading those papers. You take them out and begin grading them, sitting down on your new chair.
Let's see...
"The study of death magic goes back to ancient times. Most recently it was popularized by the tyrant wizardking Nyxion several centuries ago, who forced the art of necromancy to be practiced throughout the kingdoms, banning many other arts like Otterball and Ant-wrestling. Although many resisted Nyxion's rule, more fell under it, until he was ultimately banished from the realms by the Otterball Preservation League. To this day, death magic remains a highly controversial though lucrative study taught in many magical universities around the world."
Okay buddy, this isn't a history class. *F*
"Hello teacher, I think you're really cool! I'm so thrilled to be in this class, can't wait to learn advanced death magic! Also I like your hair!"
Aww, what a wonderfully written essay! *A+*
"HEY TEACHER, YOU SUCK!"
What!? How dare they! Maybe it's time to really teach 'em a little advanced death magic! ...But there's no name on the essay... damnit! How are we supposed to punish this wretched miscreant if we don't know who they are!?
You growl in hapless displeasure, putting aside that essay for now and moving on to the next one.
"Hi teacher, do you want to get some coffee some time? Let me know. ~Rex"
Um, yeah... this is a class, not a date meetup. *C*
"Blossoming decay in the night... two little birdies falling off a branch into the spiraling ground... down, down, and gone. Like an amaranthine flash the world's eyes will open and tears of blood will drip upwards into the earth as my Dark Lord awakens to feast on their silent cries and bathe--"
*Yawn* Some students make death magic seem as boring as math magic. Although, it seems a bit troubling, the peculiar nature of the essay, and the fact that it seems to have been written in blood.
You shrug, continuing on to the remaining few essays...
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And, done!
Time to go to class, or is there anything else to do beforehand?
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Jess Bluethorn
Health: Good, slightly hung over
Equipment:
- Master Wizard's Hat
- Master Wizard's Robes
- Master Wizard's Wand
- Magic Watch
- Silken Shoes
Inventory:
- 80 Gold
- Bumbleton Arcane University Teacher's ID
- Finer Tastes Cult Insignia
- Magically Repaired Student Essays (Graded)
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
> Optional: Do you have any idea which student wrote the rude essay?
> Optional: Was there anything else peculiar about any of the essays?
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Easy way to find out, we put that paper at the bottom so it would be easier to see who picked it up, and oddly enough, a bunch of students wrote in their essays a translation of an abscure prophesy, something about a spider ruling a nation with no land, each wrote a couple of sentences but together they wrote the entire thing.
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The essay was probably written by that guy that had the accident that turned him in to a zebra, it apparently also made him an ass as well.
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The essay was probably written by that guy that had the accident that turned him in to a zebra, it apparently also made him an ass as well.
An assbra, if you will.. or would that be a zass?
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Looking over the papers again as you get ready for class, you notice that oddly enough, a bunch of students wrote in their essays a translation of an obscure prophesy, something about a spider ruling a nation with no land. Each wrote a couple of sentences but together they wrote the entire thing.
Spider... surely this doesn't have anything to do with that weird dream I had of Kalli?... no, that's just absurd.
You pick up the rude essay you had set aside, glancing over it with agitated suspicion, and decide to put it at the bottom of the stack so it would be easier to see who picks it up. It was probably that guy that had the accident that turned him into a zebra; apparently it also made him an ass as well. An assbra, if you will.. or would that be a zass?
Anyway, you put the stack of essays in your bag and leave for the university.
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Passing by the abandoned factory and the wizard gang houses, you head towards Bumbleton, entering through the gates onto campus.
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You arrive at the classroom on time, a few minutes before class starts. A few of the students are already there, with others just arriving.
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In the front row is the wide-eyed, always enthusiastic and on-time Mary Maples, whose innocent and cheerful disposition seems somewhat unfitting for a student of Advanced Death Magic for Beginners. You figure that she's probably just morbidly curious or something.
Behind Mary, all the way in the back corner is Staavin, a lonesome aloof kid who can often be seen staring out the window at nothing in particular. You wonder if he's always been like this, or if he was perhaps affected in some way by the recent gang activity.
Entering the classroom now are four students, similarly dressed in black and green and seemingly moving in syncronicity: Jeanie Ethyls, Xozoik Gremugra, Ni Um, and John Doe. Rarely seen associating with other students, these four seem to have cliquecraft down to an art. It's no wonder their essays were also so cryptically in sync with one anothers.
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Following them in soon afterwards is Rex Frenwick, a particularly obnoxious student who is rather adamant about pursuing a romantic relationship with you, his teacher. Even after notifying him several times of his inappropriate mindset, he still doesn't seem to get it, as he winks at you, taking his seat. You sigh, rolling your eyes.
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Several more students soon enter, one of which is Cyro Pognerth, always grumpy and full of attitude ever since that incident where he was turned into a zebra. Sure, equid-transmogrification potions look a little bit like the beverages served at the school cafeteria, but there is an obvious difference in hue, of which you are sure Cyro is now quite aware of. He glares at you as he passes your desk.
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As the last of the students arrive, the class looks nearly complete, and the day's lessons can begin.
You first have the students come up to the table to pick up their essays. A few of them groan in complaint, not wanting to move from their desks. However, they become quite a bit more motivated when you threaten to give them a visit to the 'timeout box'. Kids these days need proper discipline, and extreme petrifying fear is just the tool to teach them to behave like the wretched subordinates they are.
You watch with contempt as the lazy cretins fetch their essays. One by one the essays are retrieved, until there is just one left: the bottom-most one you had intentionally put there. And there is just one student without an essay standing before you: Cyro Pognerth.
Cyro looks at you with the same amount of disdain with which you look at him and the other students. He then picks up the last essay and glances at it for a long moment.
He then glances at you, and finally takes the essay, proudly turning away to return to his seat. Checkmate, Mr. Culprit.
Although, you aren't really sure what to do about this brazen insubordination. Typically, a good ol' series of severe punishments would do the job. But Cyro seems like he's past that point of caring. Maybe you should just let this one slide? The thought of allowing disobedience to go unpunished doesn't quite sit well with you, though.
Anyway, on to the lesson plan for the day...
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Jess Bluethorn
Health: Good, slightly hung over
Equipment:
- Master Wizard's Hat
- Master Wizard's Robes
- Master Wizard's Wand
- Magic Watch
- Silken Shoes
Inventory:
- 80 Gold
- Bumbleton Arcane University Teacher's ID
- Finer Tastes Cult Insignia
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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Right as we're about to start the lesson a man comes into the room with a box of chocolate puppies, and he starts asking people if they want to buy some of his living chocolate puppies, there a strange wizard made candy that's alive yet still edible.
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Right as we're about to start the lesson a man comes into the room with a box of chocolate puppies, and he starts asking people if they want to buy some of his living chocolate puppies, there a strange wizard made candy that's alive yet still edible.
Oh no, this guy again, whom did the same shit last semester!
Didn't the University security guards deal with him back then?
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Right as you're about to start the lesson, a man comes into the room, asking people if they want to buy some of his living chocolate puppies, a strange wizard-made candy that's alive yet still edible.
Candy Salesman: "Hey everybody! Who wants to buy some living chocolate puppies?? They're on sale today, two boxes for just 15 gold!"
(https://i.imgur.com/fXo0TuO.png)
Oh no, this guy again, whom did the same shit last semester! Didn't the University security guards deal with him back then?
You cross your arms in disapproval as the class welcomes the disruption, flocking towards the candy salesman.
"OMG, I love chocolate puppies!" screams an emphatically excited student.
"Eight boxes please!" screams another.
Even the grouchy Cyro seems somewhat entertained by the bouncing chocolate animals as he joins the sales fray.
Only Staavin still remains in his seat, disinterested as always as the rest of the classroom devolves into chaotic chatter.
"Alright, that's enough!!" You yell at the frenzied shoppers, attempting to quell the disturbance. "Ehem!!!!"
The noise soon settles a bit as the students become conflicted between their fervent desire for chocolate puppies and their indomitable fear of you.
You turn to the candy salesperson.
"...You! I remember you from last semester! I thought security had gotten rid of you, but it seems you've snuck in again to disrupt yet another class of mine!"
"Ah, hello Jess! Yes, well, the principal of the school just happens to be an ardent fan of chocolate puppies! And who could blame him, they're so adorably delicious! Isn't that right, students!?"
The students cheer at the mention of chocolate puppies, but their enthusiasm is soon tapered by the sight of your disapproving grimace.
"Well, the students were just about to start their class! So if you don't mind, take your business elsewhere! Or do I need to call security again?!"
"Eheh, there's no need for that. I'm about done here, anyway. See you next time, Jess, and much thanks for another bountiful room of customers you have provided for me!"
The candy salesman takes his leave as you growl in frustration at the flippant display of capitalistic opportunism. You consider calling security anyway, but you're not sure it would even accomplish anything. So you just take a deep breath, trying to forget about it and get on with class.
Before you can get started, Rex shows up in front of your desk, placing a box of chocolate puppies there and winking, mouthing the words "For you~" as he returns to his desk.
You sigh again.
Okay, is it finally time to begin the lesson?
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Jess Bluethorn
Health: Good, slightly hung over
Equipment:
- Master Wizard's Hat
- Master Wizard's Robes
- Master Wizard's Wand
- Magic Watch
- Silken Shoes
Inventory:
- 80 Gold
- Bumbleton Arcane University Teacher's ID
- Finer Tastes Cult Insignia
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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Its time to start the lesson, with out further interruptions.
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You know what? You have been too nice for too long now.
Maybe it's time to let your students know that it is time to either shape up, or fail. For real this time.
Make this remaining semester as tough on your students as humanly possible.
If the principal disapprove, you don't care anymore. He can fire you if he want.
Your students might hate you for it (more than they do now), but it will make them better magic users later in life.
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Immediately after the threat-speech about "learn your death magic or DIE TO IT," the wall the teacher was facing explodes with fire.
"A fine presentation, Alhrua, but a bit too much... Destruction." the Pyromancy teacher of the next classroom over sighs. Through the hole is a red and orange haired mage holding a bow of fire. She bows in apology, then realizes just whose classroom she broke and freezes in said apologetic bow.
"You choose what to do with her, she's always been a loose cannon," the teacher calls from the other class, afraid to even see the Death Magic teacher's face right now.
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Immediately after the threat-speech about "learn your death magic or DIE TO IT," the wall the teacher was facing explodes with fire.
"A fine presentation, Alhrua, but a bit too much... Destruction." the Pyromancy teacher of the next classroom over sighs. Through the hole is a red and orange haired mage holding a bow of fire. She bows in apology, then realizes just whose classroom she broke and freezes in said apologetic bow.
"You choose what to do with her, she's always been a loose cannon," the teacher calls from the other class, afraid to even see the Death Magic teacher's face right now.
For a good damn reason as the red and orange haired mage collapse in the most painful death that could be done on the spot, someone will revive her, maybe.
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It's time to start the lesson, without further interruptions.
Also, you know what? You have been too nice for too long now. Maybe it's time to let your students know that it is time to either shape up, or fail. For real this time.
You decide to make this remaining semester as tough on your students as humanly possible. If the principal disapproves, you don't care anymore. He can fire you if he wants. Your students might hate you for it (more than they do now), but it will make them better magic users later in life.
"Your essays..." you begin, "...frankly, they were pathetic. My sentient chairs could have written better essays."
"In fact, just thinking about the essays now and how terrible they were, I have decided to change all your grades. Whatever grade I gave you, it's now one letter grade lower. And if you got an F, it's now a G. Which stands for Godawful."
"And furthermore, based on this pitiful performance and a clear need for improvement, there will now be daily homework assignments as well as weekly exams."
A few of the students moan in complaint.
"Oh, you have a problem with that now, do you? Well, allow me to send you where you can complain all you want!" You stand up, pointing at the complainers, whose expressions immediately change from slight upset to complete terror as you snap your fingers, causing them to become frozen in time. The other students look around at them nervously, afraid to say or do anything.
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You let out a sigh of disappointment. "When are you guys going to step it up? I guide you, I lecture you, I time-freeze you, but you're still as lazy and ignorant as ever!"
You slowly shake your head in judgment. "You had all better start taking your studies much more seriously, for I will no longer tolerate such miserable incompetence in my class! You will learn your death magic or DIE TO IT!"
Just then, the wall in front of you suddenly explodes with fire!
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"A fine presentation, Alhrua, but a bit too much... Destruction." the Pyromancy teacher of the next classroom over sighs. Through the hole is a red and orange haired mage holding a bow of fire. She bows in apology, then realizes just whose classroom she broke and freezes in said apologetic bow.
"You choose what to do with her, she's always been a loose cannon," the teacher calls from the other class, afraid to even see the Death Magic teacher's face right now.
For a good damn reason, the red and orange haired mage then collapses in the most painful death that could be done on the spot as your eyes flash with wrathful rage, your hand out in front of you in a deadly magical posture.
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Students in both classrooms as well as the Pyromancy teacher gape at the scene in silent shock and awe as you lower the hand that dealt the deathly blow. You then turn to your students.
"Now's your chance to prove that you are above the rest of your sorry class. Revive this mage, and you may perhaps have what it takes to survive until the end of the semester."
Most of the students remain uncomfortably in their seats, likely afraid of a worse fate should they fail the resurrection. The four students of the spooky clique glance at one another, seemingly more smug than the rest of the students, and one of them soon rises with a confident smile on her face. Jeanie Ethyls then slowly walks towards the other classroom, a deviously necrotic glimmer in her eyes as she looks toward the body on the ground.
However, another student then speaks up, suddenly getting in front of Jeanie. "I'll do it." says Staavin. You raise your eyebrows in surprise, as this has to be one of the only times you've ever heard the abnormally quiet student speak.
Jeanie pouts in disagreement as she crosses her arms, watching helplessly as Staavin makes his way into the other room and begins to cast a resurrection spell on the downed mage.
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Everyone watches in wonder as a dance of light and dark emerges all around the room, concentrating around the red and orange haired figure on the ground. A revitalizing aura soon begins to fade in, and several moments later, a sudden gasp of life comes to the recently dead mage, as Alhrua takes her first breath after coming back from the darkness beyond.
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The revived mage coughs as she looks around with utter confusion. "W-what happened?..."
Staavin crouches next to her, helping her up. "You died." He says nonchalantly. "But now you're back."
Meanwhile, you watch the resurrection with intrigue, somewhat impressed with the display of necromantic prowess.
Jess Bluethorn
Health: Good, slightly hung over
Equipment:
- Master Wizard's Hat
- Master Wizard's Robes
- Master Wizard's Wand
- Magic Watch
- Silken Shoes
Inventory:
- 80 Gold
- Bumbleton Arcane University Teacher's ID
- Finer Tastes Cult Insignia
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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This is what Death Magic, is about.
Death is after all a natural part of life.
To study death is to study life itself, the whole Necromantic aspects of it is merely a small fraction of it.
you don't mention this to your students of course, they should know this by now, as it was part of the introductory course.
You merely give a smug smile of approval.
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Suddenly the guy that sells the chocolate puppies comes through the door for the Pyromancy class room, and we decide that we have seen enough of him and his weird candy, so we kill him.
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This is what Death Magic, is about.
Death is after all a natural part of life.
To study death is to study life itself, the whole Necromantic aspects of it is merely a small fraction of it.
You don't mention this to your students of course, they should know this by now, as it was part of the introductory course.
You merely give a smug smile of approval.
Staavin quietly nods at you, as the revived pyromancy student continues looking around with bewilderment, still trying to make sense of what happened.
Suddenly the guy that sells the chocolate puppies comes through the door for the Pyromancy class room.
"Hey everybody! Who wants to buy some living chocolate puppies!?"
(https://i.imgur.com/H5eCOWE.png)
He then immediately collapses to his death, as you decide that you have seen enough of him and his weird candy.
(https://i.imgur.com/O3u4JGx.png)
Not going to be any resurrection this time.
To be continued...
Who will the main character be for the next chapter?(Choose any existing character that isn't the current main character, or create a new character from below.)
(Optional: Feel free to include some description of the character's recent history/current situation.)
Brief list of existing characters:
Sir Pent
Drascomi
Gammy Sommers
Fiona Quarrel
Alfric GrimwineNew Character Creation:
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You are ________ (name), ________ (title/profession) from ________ (place).
Additional character info/history: ________________ (custom/optional).
(Custom sprites for a character may be requested as well, just include a simple description)
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B 4
You are Myrtle Jenkins, Just an old retired seamstress from the capital city of the empire.
Additional character info/history:
She goes by Old Granny Jenkins. She's in her late 80ies.
But that's just a ruse, she's really a masterful veteran assassin.
She is a bit on the elderly side, but still very capable of killing people.
She still has a sharp wit, but often pretends to be senile when it suits her.
Among other assassins, she goes by the codename Silver Strand (It used to be Ebony Strand at one time, but that changed when her hair turned grey.).
Today, she's just going for her daily shopping round for groceries.
She's a world weary old woman who have literally been everywhere, due to her profession of course.
Never got married and no kids or grankids whatsoever. Her career always got in the way of that.
Despite all this, she never regretted her life decisions.
All the tools of her trade are cleverly hidden in various places of her home.
But she always carries her trusty hidden mini-crossbow at her wrist, and two very deadly knitting needles in her hair.
Edit: Some slight changes, and added a comma or two.
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B 4
You are Myrtle Jenkins, Just an old retired seamstress from the capital city of the empire.
Additional character info/history:
She goes by Old Granny Jenkins. She's in her late 80ies.
But that's just a ruse, she's really a masterful veteran assassin.
She is a bit on the elderly side, but still very capable of killing people.
She still has a sharp wit but often pretends to be senile when it suits her.
Among other assassins, she goes by the codename Silver Strand (It used to be Black Strand at one time, but that changed when her hair turned grey.).
Today, she's just going for her daily shopping round for groceries.
She's a world weary old woman who have literally been everywhere, due to her profession of course.
Never got married and no kids or grankids whatsoever. Her career always got in the way of that.
Despite all this, she never regretted her life decisions.
All the tools of her trade are cleverly hidden in various places of her home.
But she always carries her trusty hidden mini-crossbow at her wrist, and two very deadly knitting needles in her hair.
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B 4
You are Myrtle Jenkins, Just an old retired seamstress from the capital city of the empire.
Additional character info/history:
She goes by Old Granny Jenkins. She's in her late 80ies.
But that's just a ruse, she's really a masterful veteran assassin.
She is a bit on the elderly side, but still very capable of killing people.
She still has a sharp wit but often pretends to be senile when it suits her.
Among other assassins, she goes by the codename Silver Strand (It used to be Black Strand at one time, but that changed when her hair turned grey.).
Today, she's just going for her daily shopping round for groceries.
She's a world weary old woman who have literally been everywhere, due to her profession of course.
Never got married and no kids or grankids whatsoever. Her career always got in the way of that.
Despite all this, she never regretted her life decisions.
All the tools of her trade are cleverly hidden in various places of her home.
But she always carries her trusty hidden mini-crossbow at her wrist, and two very deadly knitting needles in her hair.
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7.
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You are Myrtle Jenkins, just an old retired seamstress from the capital city of the empire.
You are in your late 80ies, and go by Old Granny Jenkins. But that's just a ruse, as you're really a masterful veteran assassin.
You are a bit on the elderly side, but still very capable of killing people.
You still have a sharp wit, but often pretend to be senile when it suits you.
Among other assassins, you go by the codename Silver Strand (It used to be Ebony Strand at one time, but that changed when your hair turned grey.).
Today, you are just going for your daily shopping round for groceries.
You are a world weary old woman who have literally been everywhere, due to your profession of course.
Never got married and no kids or grankids whatsoever. Your career always got in the way of that.
Despite all this, you never regretted your life decisions.
All the tools of your trade are cleverly hidden in various places of your home.
But you always carry your trusty hidden mini-crossbow at your wrist, and two very deadly knitting needles in your hair.
(https://i.imgur.com/ykwDAxo.png)
"Vegetables! Come get your vegetables! Fresh from the southern farmlands, you won't find better quality in all the capital!" A grocery vendor yells from his stand, one of the many voices chattering about the busy market street.
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You approach the stand, examining the greens laid out in the various boxes and trays.
"Hey, Old Granny Jenkins! How've you been, ma'am?"
"Hello sonny. Oh you know, the same. Knitting sweaters and the like."
"Aw, that's sweet. I bet you're pretty good with those needles!"
You have a brief flashback of stabbing one of your victims to death with your needles.
"Well, I try." You smile sheepishly.
You soon pick up one of the cabbages, studying it. "How much are these cabbages?"
"For you ma'am, just two gold pieces each!"
You hand him some gold, picking out a few cabbages and putting them into your grocery bag.
"Thank you ma'am! And keep up the knitting, it's good to stay active!"
"Thank you sonny. I do get my exercise."
You continue along, looking around for anything else you need.
Myrtle Jenkins
Health: Good
Equipment:
- Mini-Crossbow (hidden)
- Assassin's Knitting Needles
Inventory:
- 65 Gold
- Cabbages
> Optional: Do you see anyone else on the street that you know?
> Optional: What other goods are the vendors selling?
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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We were living here almost continuously for a year, so we know most vendors at least by name.
Strange, we didn't got any major mission for our time here, someone is planning something and want us here.
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> Optional: What other goods are the vendors selling?
COMMUNISM!!
They sell the regular farmers market stuff like cabbages and carrots, and for those adventurous eaters they even have hallucinogenic mushrooms.
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> Optional: Do you see anyone else on the street that you know?
You have probably seen most of these people here before, but there is one who stands out.
That guard is is clearly in disguise, a poor one at that. You'd recognize him from miles away.
But you just play along, pretending he's just another town guard.
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Is that guard asleep? Wait... it doesn't look natural.
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Looking around, you recognize many of the vendors. You've been living here almost continuously for a year now, so you know most of them by name.
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There's Sonny, who sells mostly vegetables like cabbages and carrots.
The lady vendor on the right is Marlene, who also sells mostly farmers market stuff. You remember that she was publicly arrested some time ago as a suspected spy for some cult organization, but was later released. Since then, she's been back at the vendoring business.
The gentleman vendor ahead of Sonny is Curio, who sometimes sells some pretty exotic items. "Hallucinogenic mushrooms! Come get your hallucinogenic mushrooms! Freshly picked from the forests of the Feiterlands and prepared to perfection for the adventurous eater!" Curio yells from his stand, also waving around some political pamphlets.
The gentleman vendor ahead of Marlene is the blacksmith Artiras, who always has a healthy stock of weapons and armor for both citizens looking for arms as well as imperial soldiers wanting additional gear.
You have probably seen most of the other people here as well, but there is one who stands out. That guard is clearly in disguise, a poor one at that. You'd recognize him from miles away. But you just play along, pretending he's just another town guard.
You head towards Marlene's stand, taking a look at her goods. The woman nearby, Frea, with the child, soon greets you.
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"Hello Granny Jenkins. Say hi to Granny Jenkins, Poh."
"Hi Granny Jenkins." The little boy says to you.
"Hi Frea, hello Poh. How are you today?"
"Mommy wouldn't let me go play, she said I have to come to the market with her." Poh blurts.
"Mommy just wants you to be safe." Frea says to Poh, and then turns to you. "You know how it is these days, with all the trouble that's been going on in the Empire lately. And now after that imperial expedition that went missing, the Empire is breathing down everybody's necks." She glances at the vendor Marlene, who gives an agreeable nod.
"These are trying times, indeed." You had heard about the setbacks the Empire has been having lately; it seems someone or something out there has been sabotaging them at every turn.
"It's hard enough being a single mother, and now with all the trouble in the Empire, maybe I should consider moving. Perhaps to Hammerstone, or West Bredmark."
Frea sighs. "Damn that irresponsible bum Sir Pent, he probably doesn't even know about his child here!"
You shrug. "Men. Can't count on them. That's partly why I never bothered raising a family." That and the whole being an assassin thing.
Frea pouts, shaking her head. "It's been four years since that knight-in-training came and left. I don't know what I'm still waiting for!" She sighs again.
"Oh, I'm sorry for taking so much of your time Granny Jenkins. We should get going. You take care now!"
"You too, dearies."
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As Frea and Poh leave, you briefly think about your year stay here at the capital. Strangely, you haven't gotten any major missions during this time. Seems someone is planning something and wants you here.
You soon get back to your shopping, observing Marlene's cart, which includes various fruits and grains, and a stray cobweb here and there.
"I'll just take these berries. And some rice as well." You sort out an appropriate portion of each, handing her some gold.
"Sure thing. Thank you ma'am!"
You continue on your way, glancing at the guard again. Huh, is he asleep?...
(https://i.imgur.com/dB3xqSh.png)
Wait... it doesn't look natural.
...Is he... dead!? But then that would mean...
...
You look closely at the apparently dead guard, making sure that he is indeed who you thought he was: the assassin by the codename Steel Shadow.
If Steel Shadow was killed in such a seasoned manner, that could only mean... there is a new player in town. Someone with the skills to assassinate an assassin so adeptly, who also knew about Steel Shadow's identity. Which means that they could know about yours as well...
Myrtle Jenkins
Health: Good
Equipment:
- Mini-Crossbow (hidden)
- Assassin's Knitting Needles
Inventory:
- 50 Gold
- Cabbages
- Berries
- Rice
> Optional: How do you typically get your missions? Who do you get them from?
> Optional: Who could have possibly killed Steel Shadow in such a manner?
> Optional: Does anyone know your identity, or the identities of other assassins?
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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> Optional: Who could have possibly killed Steel Shadow in such a manner?
You know for a fact that none of the people in the immediate area knows of your identity, nor could they be connected to any assassin groups.
Which means that the assassin is either hiding somewhere, or is far gone by now.
Just keep a low profile and walk down the street, while pretending everything is as it should be.
But stay alert with your hidden mini-crossbow ready.
And whatever happens, don't reveal your true self in public. Too many sheep (Code word for those whom aren't assassins, while wolves are code word for those whom are.) know you here.
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> Optional: How do you typically get your missions? Who do you get them from?
A weasel randomly appears in our house tells us what our mission is.
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> Optional: How do you typically get your missions? Who do you get them from?
A weasel randomly appears in our house tells us what our mission is.
It is different animal for each assassin, but for us, it's a weasel.
You always give it a treat when it arrives, it isn't necessary but you do not want anyone to go hungry, least of all any animals.
Oh, that reminds you. You need to buy something for when it arrives.. Better head towards the local butcher.
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You know for a fact that none of the people in the immediate area knows of your identity, nor could they be connected to any assassin groups.
Which means that the assassin is either hiding somewhere, or is far gone by now.
You just keep a low profile and continue walking down the street, while pretending everything is as it should be.
But you stay alert with your hidden mini-crossbow ready.
Whatever happens, you can't reveal your true self in public. Too many sheep (Code word for those whom aren't assassins, while wolves are code word for those whom are) know you here.
Meanwhile, you consider the assassin groups, and how someone could have gotten to Steel Shadow. Assassins' identities are hidden to nearly everyone; one of the only odd exceptions is an animal that shows up at the assassin's house with the assassin's next mission. Your animal is a weasel, and you always give it a treat when it arrives. It isn't necessary but you do not want anyone to go hungry, least of all any animals. Oh that reminds you, you need to buy something for when it arrives... better head towards the local butcher.
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"Good doin' business with ye." Says Sal the butcher, solemn as always as he hands the last of the purchased pig's blood to the buyers, a pair of odd looking little fellows in robes.
"Hehe, likewise..." The robed acolytes grin excitedly as they feast their eyes on the gallons of red they just purchased, soon lugging the buckets away.
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Sal then turns to you with a greeting.
"Old Granny Jenkins. What can I do ye for?"
"Hello Sal. I'd just like a small slab of meat, please."
"Sure."
He bags a piece of lamb meat and hands it to you in exchange for some gold.
Meanwhile, a group of Imperial soldiers pass by, moving through the street and escorting several prisoners in their midst.
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"Make way! Imperial officials coming through, with criminal suspects in tow! Stay your distance if you know what's good for you!" Shouts the soldier captain as he wads through the street with a trail of men following behind.
You glance at the prisoners... looks like a few men with mustaches, a younger fellow with purple hair, and an old man. Doesn't look like they are from the city.
With newcomers comes also the possibility of new wolves on the prowl. Assassins feigning as prisoners is not at all unheard of, though in such cases the assassins were mostly sent to assassinate other prisoners. Still, best to be on guard.
You watch the men closely as the escort continues down the street.
Myrtle Jenkins
Health: Good
Equipment:
- Mini-Crossbow (hidden)
- Assassin's Knitting Needles
Inventory:
- 40 Gold
- Cabbages
- Berries
- Rice
- Slab of Lamb Meat
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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Sal mutters some slur under his breath to himself.
He never really liked non-humans, but usually keeps his discriminatory views low-key.
You clearly heard him, but doesn't indulge him on the matter however, you got other things to do.
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This old man seems familiar, looking at him it's definitely one of "Stone Hounds", one of the more notorious private bodyguard companies in your world, and for a good reason, the odds of survival let alone success in a mission one of those is in your way are almost zero for everyone besides the best of assassins, he might recognise us too if we stare too much.
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One of the prisoners with a mustache starts yelling about lizard people running the government and how they're putting him to death to keep him quiet and to bury the truth, apparently the truth is that the moon wizards want to shoot laser beams at the planet to make everyone sterile.
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Sal mutters some slur under his breath to himself.
He never really liked non-humans, but usually keeps his discriminatory views low-key.
You clearly hear him, but don't indulge him on the matter however, as you've got other things to do.
Studying the prisoners, you notice that the old man seems familiar. Looking at him, it's definitely one of the "Stone Hounds", one of the more notorious private bodyguard companies in your world, and for good reason; the odds of survival let alone success on a mission when one of these guys is in your way are almost zero for anyone besides the best of assassins.
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You recall the time when you first met him. You were about to finish a job, until this Stone Hound suddenly showed up to ruin your day. After a prolonged bout of martial combat with neither side taking an advantage, you were out of time, as the authorities were coming, and had to escape the scene. Though you were able to get away relatively unharmed, it was also one of the only assassinations you had ever failed. That was many years ago, but if you're still able to recognize him, it's a safe bet he'd be able to do the same.
The fact that he's here could imply that he's protecting a potential target, or it could just be a coincidence. In any case, you soon look away, as he might recognise you too if you stare too much.
"Ah, this place brings back memories. Last time I was here in the capital, the Seasnakes had just won the Grand Otter Cup. Beat the Urchins in the finals, I do believe. Time sure flies." The Stone Hound muses.
"Keep movin' old timer! You'll have plenty of time to reminisce when you're all locked up." Says one of the soldiers as he hurries the escort along.
"You guys got no right arresting us in the first place!" Yells one of the prisoners with a mustache. "I know what this is really about! I know about the government and how it's being run by lizard people!"
(https://i.imgur.com/vCWi3Xi.png)
Some of the nearby citizens start to show a degree of concern as they begin chattering amongst themselves, glancing at the prisoner escort with worry.
Even Sal mutters something under his breath again. "I knew it. Goddamn lizardmen."
"You're probably all lizardmen yourselves!" The mustached prisoner continues, directing his accusations at his captors.
"Or just tools of your reptilian overlords to do their bidding! I know they're putting me to death to keep me quiet and bury the truth! Well the truth can never be hidden! The world will know of the moon wizards' plan to shoot laser beams at the planet to make everyone sterile! Just know that we're ready with our tin-foil underwear! Their plans will never succeed, and your lizard masters will regret the day they tried to supplant the true Empire!"
A wave of panic flares up in the nearby streets as concerned citizens seem to take to heart the rantings of the unruly prisoner, as they soon begin yelling questions of their own at the soldiers.
"Is it true that the lizardmen have taken over the government!?"
"That would explain all the strange happenings lately, with the arrests and the kidnappings and everything!"
"What does the Emperor have to say about this!? Is he a lizardman himself!??"
"Where can I get a pair of tin-foil underwear!?"
As the panic crescendoes, a shrill scream comes from the merchant street you just came from. "Aaahh!! T-this guard!!--h-he--he's dead!!!!"
(https://i.imgur.com/7QTGflO.png)
Gasps come from the nearby citizens as they examine the seemingly sleeping, but evidently dead guard. Seems the sheep have discovered Steel Shadow's body.
"It was the lizardmen I tell you! They've got eyes and ears everywhere, and they're slowly but surely taking over the government! Run and save yourselves while you still can!" The mustached prisoner yells again.
"Gah, that's enough out of you!" The soldier captain growls, taking a piece of cloth and gagging the rebellious prisoner.
"I know you're on the Anti-Lock's payroll, and you're gonna tell us everything when we get to the cells!" He grabs the prisoner and briskly marches down the street towards the prison.
(https://i.imgur.com/YMq9l16.png)
"Oh man, how did I get into this mess..." The purple haired prisoner sighs to himself as the soldiers continue to escort him and the other prisoners along.
(https://i.imgur.com/cKXP04i.png)
Myrtle Jenkins
Health: Good
Equipment:
- Mini-Crossbow (hidden)
- Assassin's Knitting Needles
Inventory:
- 40 Gold
- Cabbages
- Berries
- Rice
- Slab of Lamb Meat
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A dark silhouette swiftly moves across the rooftops.
No one else seem to have noticed it.
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A dark silhouette swiftly moves across the rooftops.
No one else seem to have noticed it.
Mostly because their trying to find some tin-foil underwear.
Also we should try to see where the silhouette goes.
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A dark silhouette swiftly moves across the rooftops.
No one else seem to have noticed it.
Mostly because their trying to find some tin-foil underwear.
Also we should try to see where the silhouette goes.
Probobly, we will probobly need to assist it or hunt it down at some point.
Also, did it drop a letter for us, what a bloody amature, think that if no one sees him he can do whatever he wants.
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A dark silhouette swiftly moves across the rooftops.
No one else seem to have noticed it.
Mostly because their trying to find some tin-foil underwear.
Also we should try to see where the silhouette goes.
Probobly, we will probobly need to assist it or hunt it down at some point.
Also, did it drop a letter for us, what a bloody amature, think that if no one sees him he can do whatever he wants.
It isn't how we usually get our contracts (usually delivered by a weasel, as previously stated), perhaps someone is trying to warn or threaten us?
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You catch a glimpse of a dark silhouette swiftly moving across the rooftops.
No one else seems to have noticed it.
(https://i.imgur.com/WjBQdE3.png)
The shadowy figure zips just over the street corner, where a letter then drops to the ground. A message for you?... What a bloody amature, thinking that if no one sees them they can do whatever they want!
(https://i.imgur.com/UZ2UXk1.png)
You walk over and pick up the letter, examining it...
"We control the capital now, wolf. A new moon is rising, under which all shall tremble and kneel! Time has come to decide your fate; comply, or perish like the rest!
Also, do you know where I can find some tin-foil underwear? (asking for a friend). Let me know okay, thanks."
You scoff again at the continued lack of professionalism from this melodramatic and mysterious silhouette. However, it does seem like they know about your identity somehow, and are possibly tied to the assassin groups in some way. It also seems that they are implying that some kind of new order is taking over; one that does not seem to take too kindly to dissenters and competing regimes. What this means, you can only speculate.
Curious, you decide to track the rooftop rogue. Following their elusive trail, you soon arrive at a bridge to the park district.
(https://i.imgur.com/nv4zNY6.png)
Taking a look around, you don't immediately spot the silhouette anywhere.
Nearby is a tavern that you haven't frequented in many years, the Royal Flagon. A few knights are hanging out nearby, chatting amongst themselves, as a few citizens are walking by. The silhouette couldn't have gone far...
Myrtle Jenkins
Health: Good
Equipment:
- Mini-Crossbow (hidden)
- Assassin's Knitting Needles
Inventory:
- 40 Gold
- Cabbages
- Berries
- Rice
- Slab of Lamb Meat
- Mysterious Letter
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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A random stranger passes by, greets you and keeps walking down the road.
Strange, you seen there "generic random strangers" before. And they always seem to nonchalantly greet people when they pass by.
Any way, you take a quick glance at everyone in teh vincinity, see if you notice anything suspicious.
Well.. Everyone are suspicious to some degree in your line of work, but keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.
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As you look around at everyone you see a weasel peak out from behind the tavern.
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A random stranger passes by, greets you, and keeps walking down the road.
(https://i.imgur.com/k6yDjvh.png)
Strange, you've seen such "generic random strangers" here before. And they always seem to nonchalantly greet people when they pass by. Just down the road, you see a couple more of them, walking by and greeting one another nonchalantly.
(https://i.imgur.com/6Q2c9zn.png)
Anyway, you take a quick glance at everyone in the vicinity, seeing if you notice anything suspicious. (Well, everyone is suspicious to some degree in your line of work, but you keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.)
To the right, a couple wizardly looking folks are walking up the street. One of them studies you for a prolonged moment before looking away in a concerned manner.
Meanwhile, you catch the glimpse of a suspiciously dressed person further down the street, turning just around the corner and eluding your line of sight.
(https://i.imgur.com/CjHAy55.png)
One of the generic random strangers walking down the road soon greets the wizards, receiving a more-than-nonchalant greeting in return from the older wizard.
Random Stranger: "Hello mates."
Older Wizard: "Zerius, my good friend! It's been a while!"
"Indeed it has! How fancy seeing you here, Aldaron. Everything alright at the university?"
"Ah, the wizard gangs have become rather prolific these days. And homelessness has been on the rise again. All in all though, we couldn't complain much. Not since you saved us from that chowder shortage."
"Hehe, don't mention it mate. So what brings you to the capital?"
"Ah, yes, well..." He looks at his wizard companion, and they soon begin to talk in less audible voices.
(https://i.imgur.com/Vu8qWLs.png)
As you continue looking around at everyone, you see a weasel peak out from behind the tavern. Well hello there!
(https://i.imgur.com/WDKR8I9.png)
You walk over to meet with it, and notice that it has a note for you.
(https://i.imgur.com/67XQjj9.png)
You retrieve the note, handing it the piece of lamb meat you had bought for it. The weasel eagerly chews on the meat, and seems quite nervous and uneasy compared to usual. Something really seems to have it spooked...
You take a look at the note it was carrying; it's your next mission target, a local politician by the name of Kybar Ecostone. You can probably find him at the Government District.
Myrtle Jenkins
Health: Good
Equipment:
- Mini-Crossbow (hidden)
- Assassin's Knitting Needles
Inventory:
- 40 Gold
- Cabbages
- Berries
- Rice
- Mysterious Letter
- Note with new Mission Target
> Optional: Do you know anything about this new target you've just been assigned?
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> Optional: Do you know anything about this new target you've just been assigned?
He's considered by many to be crazy and he supposedly eats puppies, at last according to the person that went against him in the last election. Also he might be a lizard person according to the prisoner from earlier.
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> Optional: Do you know anything about this new target you've just been assigned?
It is odd this is our target, the last time he was mention he was a close friend of our hendeler, but pollitic do politic I suppose.
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The weasel scurries off. It has served its current assignment and is headed "home", wherever that is.
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The weasel scurries off. It has served its current assignment and is headed "home", wherever that is.
A bit after it goes you hear someone screams "Did this weasel just talked!", apparently talking about a completely different weasel.
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Huh, Kybar Ecostone... that's that infamous politician considered by many to be crazy. He supposedly eats puppies, at least according to the person that went against him in the last election. Boy, what a political quagmire of mayhem that was...
It's rather odd that this guy is your target though, as last you recall he was a close friend of your handler's, another political figure in the city who generally stays on the quieter side. And now, apparently, they want Ecostone taken out. Well, that's politics, you suppose.
The weasel soon scurries off, having served its current assignment, and heads home, wherever that might be.
(https://i.imgur.com/RnOTYgF.png)
A bit after it goes, you suddenly hear someone nearby scream something about a weasel.
"Did this weasel just talk!?"
You walk around the building to where you heard the voice, and see a fascinated citizen at the side of the road studying a weasel standing on some crates, apparently a completely different weasel than the one who delivers your missions.
(https://i.imgur.com/mI9yJBt.png)
Intrigued, you get closer for a better look, as do a few other bystanders.
(https://i.imgur.com/MPiHIgI.png)
"Go on little buddy, say somethin'!" The fascinated citizen encourages the furry critter.
The weasel standing on the crates seems to clear it's throat, before proceeding to squeak a few times typical of a weasel.
"N-no, I-I mean in people-tongue!..."
The weasel looks a bit confused for a moment, as the bystanders start getting impatient.
"What is this shite!? You went n' had yaself a few too many of those wacky mushrooms, didn'tcha?"
"N-No! It was talkin' to me just now, I swear!" The fascinated and now slightly annoyed citizen turns again to the weasel. "C'mon damnit say somethin'!!!"
Again, the weasel looks confused, and soon begins licking itself.
The bystanders sigh and start to take off, scoffing at the fascinated citizen, who now looks visibly agitated.
(https://i.imgur.com/BDd4HAm.png)
"Wait! You guys have to believe me!"
He looks around and sees you standing nearby.
"Y-You! Old Granny Jenkins! You believe me, don't you!?" The fascinated citizen eagerly approaches you, pointing at the weasel with fervent accusation. "That weasel right there is a talkin' weasel!!"
"Err..." You glance over at the seemingly ordinary weasel, unsure of what to make of the situation.
Myrtle Jenkins
Health: Good
Equipment:
- Mini-Crossbow (hidden)
- Assassin's Knitting Needles
Inventory:
- 40 Gold
- Cabbages
- Berries
- Rice
- Mysterious Letter
- Note with new Mission Target
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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Before we can say anything the weasel climbs onto the man's back and it seams to do something that looks like its talking to his ear which causes him to say "Oh god, I've got to go." and he runs off before we can figure out what just happened.
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((No images for this update. Might do this more often, if you guys don't mind~))
Before you can say anything the weasel climbs onto the man's back and it seems to do something that looks like its talking to his ear which causes him to say "Oh god, I've got to go." and he runs off before you can figure out what just happened.
As he is running off, he bumps into a tall scary looking dude with green hair and a green beard, none other than the notorious politician and your assassination target, Kybar Ecostone.
"Watch where you're goin' ya mook!" Kybar screams at the impassioned citizen, who completely ignores the daunting politician as he focusedly scrambles toward wherever he is going, the weasel still on his back.
"This city's becoming a lawless playground for ruffians!" Kybar complains loudly to his entourage of advisors and bodyguards. "I believe it's due time for some extreme political measures..."
He looks around with his typical expression of unsubdued craze, flicking an eyebrow every now and then at the sight of seemingly nothing in particular. Some of the nearby citizens glance at him, whispering amongst one another but none yet daring to speak up for fear of accidentally provoking the politician known for his erratic behaviors.
Meanwhile, at the corner of your eye you spot the rooftop rogue from earlier, looking straight at you from atop a nearby roof. A letter soon flutters to the ground, and the shadowy figure again disappears.
Slightly irked by the mystery rogue's passive-aggressiveness, you hesitantly pick up the letter and read it...
"Alas, it is time to prove your allegiance, wolf! The politician Kybar Ecostone must be elected this term, and his enemies decimated to the ground! You shall ensure that this happens, by eliminating the competing politicians and ensuring that Mr. Ecostone safely gets into office. Should anything other than this exactly happen... things will not go so favorably for you.
We'll be watching.
P.S. any news on those tin-foil underwear? Let me know okay."
Well, that's a bit of a problem. Your employers want you to eliminate the politician, but this new threat is intent on ensuring his political success, and wants you to take out his competition instead. What to do...
Myrtle Jenkins
Health: Good
Equipment:
- Mini-Crossbow (hidden)
- Assassin's Knitting Needles
Inventory:
- 40 Gold
- Cabbages
- Berries
- Rice
- Mysterious Letter
- Note with new Mission Target
- Mysterious Letter #2
> Optional: Who are Kybar Ecostone's political opponents this term?
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> Optional: Who are Kybar Ecostone's political opponents this term?
Desmond Meridith.
Not too successful at politics, bit always kissing a baby or petting a puppy when seen in public so he is a popular choice.
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> Optional: Who are Kybar Ecostone's political opponents this term?
Desmond Meridith.
Not too successful at politics, bit always kissing a baby or petting a puppy when seen in public so he is a popular choice.
There's also Billy Bob McBob, he's the owner of the biggest car horse dealership in the world area, the only reason he seems to run for office is free advertising and other perks to further his business interests.
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((No images again. I will try to find a way to work the images back in in the future~))
As Kybar Ecostone continues eyeing the township, a tomato suddenly flies out of nowhere, splattering on the politician's vest.
"LIZARDMAN! SHOW US YOUR TRUE FORM!" A voice yells from some unseen corner in the direction where the tomato flew from.
As the splattered tomato inches down the politician's vest and drops to the ground, Kybar very slowly turns his head towards the direction of the voice, like a chameleon positioning to launch its tongue at its prey. Several moments pass in utter silence, the politician's entourage frozen in confusion and disarray.
Finally, a chuckle emanates from the soiled politician, light at first, and soon becoming a full fledged maniacal laughter. And then, as oddly as it started, the laughter abruptly comes to an end, silence reigning once more.
"...I...want this ENTIRE CITY BLOCK ARRESTED AND HANGED FOR TREASON!!!!"
A few of his advisors look at each other, unsettled with worriment. "B-but sir, t-that would be--"
"I was kidding, ya mook! I couldn't give a rat's arse what some schmuck thinks of me. Half this city thinks I eat puppies, thanks to that fruitcake who ran against me last term. And yet I always come out on top, because I'm just that good~." He makes a winking gesture at nobody in particular, and then dusts himself off with a feather.
"Err--y-yes, of course." The advisor adds, quick to grovel. "The polls are looking good this term, sir, and victory may be close within reach."
"Indeed, indeed." Kybar flashes a smile to the citizenry, waving his hand in a presidential manner. "I know you all love me! I love me too!"
*gasp* "Oh how adorable!!" --"eh!?"
Toward the opposite street where the citizenry is flowing, a small crowd has gathered to witness the spectacle of Desmond Meridith, another election candidate, kissing the newborn son of the Noble House of Azure, petting the family's puppy as well. Lady Kiara Azure, the child's mother and cousin to the Emperor, smiles and waves to the crowd as she holds her baby, her chariot and guards waiting beside her.
"Bless this baby and his puppy! Bless this family, this day, and everyone here!" Desmond Meridith declares, the crowd applauding and cheering with adoration.
"What--how ridiculous!" Growls a seething Kybar, his posse of advisors and guards looking thin and pale in comparison to his opponent's festive gathering. "How am I supposed to compete with such machiavellian ingenuity!? And the voters are eating it up like geckos at a picnic!"
"I-If I may, sir, Meridith may not be our only concern..."
Amidst the festivities, Billy Bob McBob and his sales-jockeys ride alongside the noble family's entourage, taking every opportunity to spread the word of his horse dealership to the citizenry. "Billy Bob McBob's horses are the finest in the region! Just ask the noble family!" Lady Kiara nods with undeniable admission. "We're by far the biggest and best supplier of horses in the region! All you have to do is ask yourself this - are you rider enough for Billy Bob McBob's? Billy Bob McBob's, where travel, class, and affordability meet in the center of an equinelateral triangle. Yeehaw!"
Kybar gawks at the random advertisement, speechless. "And he's promised the people a discount should he be elected." The advisor mentions grimly. "Though that's hardly even his goal, he's mostly just running for office for the free advertising and other perks to further his business interests. Doesn't mean he won't pose a threat to us, though."
Kybar sighs, looking away. "...Damnit. At a moment like this I almost wish the Silent Senator was still on my side. But after what happened between us, I wouldn't be surprised if he sent assassins after me! ...Damnit. Well, I'd best return to my office for now, all this noise of my opponents gaining bucketloads of votes is making me nauseous! Come, Aleno, you will be my pillow for the journey back."
Kybar soon returns to his wagon with his advisors and leaves the scene headed towards the government district.
It seems that the chances of this unpopular politician claiming the election will be narrow, at least without your intervention. That is, if you aren't going to assassinate him for your primary employers first. But then you'd have a bone to pick with the mysterious group that is threatening you to have Kybar get elected. Alternatively, "removing" Desmond Meridith and Billy Bob McBob may clear the way for Kybar Ecostone to take the election, but that is certainly not what your primary employers would have you do...
Myrtle Jenkins
Health: Good
Equipment:
- Mini-Crossbow (hidden)
- Assassin's Knitting Needles
Inventory:
- 40 Gold
- Cabbages
- Berries
- Rice
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Mysterious Letter-
Note with new Mission Target
- Mysterious Letter #2
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I say we kill Kybar to please our employer then deal with the mystery people.
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((Hey guys, I suddenly decided to update this after taking a long break. Not sure if there is still any interest but anyway~))
RECAP: You are Myrtle Jenkins, a master assassin in her late eighties who goes by the codename Silver Strand. You are currently residing in the Capital city of the Empire, where you pose as an ordinary senior citizen, awaiting orders for new targets which are delivered to you via an animal companion (which in your case is a weasel).
Recently, a series of strange events have occurred in the city, starting with the death of one of the other assassins known as Steel Shadow. A mysterious individual/group has contacted you, claiming their responsibility behind the death and threatening to do the same to you unless you obey their instructions. The group has just ordered you to eliminate the political opponents of a notoriously unstable politician by the name of Kybar Ecostone, demanding that you guarantee his success in this term's election. However, your current employers have other ideas in mind, having declared Kybar as your assassination target.
You decide that it's best to kill Kybar and stay true to your employer, then deal with the mystery people.
You follow after Kybar's carriage into the government district toward his political estate, soon reaching a gate guarded by a few imperial soldiers.
(https://i.imgur.com/UCpZ7yV.png)
The estate is surrounded by a fence, and, due to the politician's infamous reputation as well as his abnormal paranoia, it is heavily guarded during all hours of the day.
Furthermore, you've never been inside the estate, so you don't know its layout. You may have to search many rooms before locating the politician, and there will definitely be guards crawling all over the place.
How do you plan to approach this?
Myrtle Jenkins
Health: Good
Equipment:
- Mini-Crossbow (hidden)
- Assassin's Knitting Needles
Inventory:
- 40 Gold
- Cabbages
- Berries
- Rice
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Mysterious Letter-
Note from employer with new Mission Target
- Mysterious Letter #2
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((I definitly have intreast))
Being old definitly cause some probeloms with our profetion, but it does make it easier to be unsuspisus, we should take our desiguise as a worker there and a box of cookies to give to the guards.
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Suddenly, and without warning.
A person is being forcibly escorted out of the building and told to never visit the premises again, unless he'd like to be jailed.
This person seems to be a mime, he motions angrily at some clerk.
(just adding a random potential side plot here, if it ever becomes one. :p )
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We could use our STEALTH ASSASSIN POWERS to stealthily jump up into a tree to see over the wall to get some kind of an idea of whats over there.
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((Experimenting with third-person narrative. Seems more flexible overall but let me know if there's a problem))
Myrtle decides to use her STEALTH ASSASSIN POWERS to stealthily jump up into a tree to see over the wall to get some kind of an idea of what's over there.
(https://i.imgur.com/hKLJ9wI.png)
Guard 1: "What was that?"
Guard 2: "Huh?"
Guard 1: "...Thought I heard something. Just the wind, I guess."
Whew... Stuff like this used to be easier when Myrtle was younger. She momentarily has a flashback of her days of hopping from roof to roof during the night, easily evading capture from dozens of guards. Now it even takes quite a bit of effort for her to get up a tree.
She takes a look over the fence, surveying the estate.
(https://i.imgur.com/63Yss1r.png)
Looks like there is one main building, with a wing on each side. The building has one main entrance, and at least one side entrance on each wing. Possibly one or more entrances in the back as well. There is also an odd-looking botanical greenhouse of sorts outside the building. She can see a few guards patrolling around, but it's hard to say how many guards there are inside the building.
Myrtle decides that the best way to approach this is to dress up as one of the estate workers in order to get in and further assess the situation.
She makes her way down the tree and heads home to put on her disguise.
A little later...
Myrtle soon returns to the estate wearing her disguise and carrying a box of cookies to give to the guards. She then approaches the gate.
(https://i.imgur.com/tfE3h7Y.png)
"Halt! What is your business here?" One of the guards demands of Myrtle.
"Oh, I am just coming to work. I'm running a little late--my body's not as fit for all this walking as it once was." Myrtle replies.
The guard steps up to her, studying her with slight skepticism. "What's that you got there?"
"Oh, these are some cookies. You boys are welcome to them if you like." Myrtle opens the box, offering it to the guards.
The guard chuckles and takes the box. He then motions for his partner to come over as he picks up a cookie and takes a bite, looking quite satisfied.
The other guard comes over and takes a cookie as well.
"Well ma'am, we really appreciate this. Guard dutying can be really taxing. Snacks like these are just what we needed."
He steps out of Myrtle's way and gestures to the gate. "Well go on then, don't wanna be too late now."
Myrtle smiles to the guards and begins making her way to the gate.
All of a sudden, a few more guards appear from within the estate, forcibly escorting a person out.
(https://i.imgur.com/VYeutl7.png)
"You better not come here again, unless you'd like to be jailed!!" A clerk shouts at the person being thrown out, who appears to be a mime, as he motions angrily back at the clerk.
(https://i.imgur.com/CspQvAi.png)
The clerk then looks at Myrtle and the other two guards. "What's going on here?"
"Oh, uh, she just arrived for work." The guard holding the box of cookies says to the clerk, looking towards Myrtle.
"Oh? A little late coming in for work, no?" He walks over to Myrtle and examines her. "...Hey, your outfit..." He suddenly focuses on a spot on Myrtle's shoulder.
"...It looks dusty. You should fix that."
"Oh, eheh..." Myrtle smiles sheepishly, dusting off her shoulders a bit.
"Well, off to work then. We've all got schedules to keep."
Meanwhile, the mime watches with confused frustration as he continues silently but vehemently making motions at everyone, but goes unheeded for the most part.
The clerk and the other guards then take their leave back into the estate and Myrtle soon follows them in.
(https://i.imgur.com/K8am0RI.png)
Alright, now, where could the target be?...
(https://i.imgur.com/0HFFr6j.png)
The estate is completely quiet aside from the chirping of birds. A few guards are patrolling around, but nothing seems out of the ordinary. The entrance to the main building is just ahead, and as Myrtle knows there is a side entrance at the end of each wing and a botanical greenhouse to the right of the building. It seems that the clerk and his guards are headed towards the left wing.
Myrtle Jenkins
Health: Good
Equipment:
- Mini-Crossbow (hidden)
- Assassin's Knitting Needles
- Political Worker's Clothing
Inventory:
- 40 Gold
* some items were dropped off at home
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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follow the clerk and mime to the left wing
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A group of around 10 mime get out of the estate into the front and motion angrily at the clerck, as a guard look at them they all return to mime ordinarily.
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follow the clerk and mime to the left wing
The mime go kicked out but otherwise +1
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Myrtle follows the clerk and his guards towards the left wing of the building, as then a group of around 10 mimes comes out of the building and begins motioning angrily at the clerk.
(https://i.imgur.com/OyJ3apV.png)
A guard walks towards them, shooting a menacing look their way, which quickly causes them to rethink their actions as they immediately return to miming ordinarily.
(https://i.imgur.com/hnhHtm8.png)
The clerk scoffs at the mimes authoritatively, and then continues on his way towards the left entrance of the building, entering. Myrtle follows them in soon after.
(https://i.imgur.com/Vu2eZUz.png)
The inside of the building looks like an office of some sort, with several clerks sitting at desks filing through paperwork and whatnot. A few mimes are hanging around the room, miming ordinarily.
The clerk with the guards sits down at a desk and gets to work on some documents. The mimes seem to get a little tense after seeing the clerk's entry.
(https://i.imgur.com/r6WPasU.png)
Myrtle scans around the room for the target, but doesn't see him anywhere.
A doorway to the north leads into the main lobby, and a doorway across the room leads to some back area.
Myrtle Jenkins
Health: Good
Equipment:
- Mini-Crossbow (hidden)
- Assassin's Knitting Needles
- Political Worker's Clothing
Inventory:
- 40 Gold
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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Head north, to the main lobby
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As she walks by all the tables one of the chairs catches on fire, then some of the other chairs start screaming.
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As she walks by all the tables one of the chairs catches on fire, then some of the other chairs start screaming.
Yes
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As she walks by all the tables one of the chairs catches on fire, then some of the other chairs start screaming.
"God damn it those farniture and their politics" one of the guards say and looks for the assassin among them.
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The mines use the distraction as an opportunity and start attacking the clerk, the 10 mines outside enter and assist
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Myrtle heads north, towards the main lobby.
As she walks by the tables, one of the chairs suddenly catches on fire, and then some of the other chairs start screaming!
(https://i.imgur.com/H25o91l.png)
"God damn it those farniture and their politics!" one of the guards says and begins investigating the chairs, looking for the assassin among them.
"So which one of you was it, huh?"
"It was HIM!" One of the chairs wiggles at another.
"No it wasn't!"
"Yes it was!"
"NO IT WASN'T!"
"YES IT WAS!"
The shouting soon devolves into incomprehensible discord as all parties become riled up with mounting confusion.
The mimes then use the distraction as an opportunity and start attacking the clerk, the 10 mimes outside entering to assist!
(https://i.imgur.com/Sf9AI5X.png)
As the situation turns to utter chaos, Myrtle quickly sneaks out of the room and into the lobby.
In the lobby, a confused clerk at a desk looks over at Myrtle and the noisy room behind her. "What is all that noise!?" The clerk asks, looking alarmed.
(https://i.imgur.com/TncEGM1.png)
A doorway to the north of the lobby leads into the right wing of the building, and a set of stairs to the west lead up to the second floor. Further west is a door going into what looks like a conference room, and to the east is the main exit back outside.
(https://i.imgur.com/9ict2oi.png)
Myrtle Jenkins
Health: Good
Equipment:
- Mini-Crossbow (hidden)
- Assassin's Knitting Needles
- Political Worker's Clothing
Inventory:
- 40 Gold
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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This was wonderful
Myrtle tells the clerk "oh, that? one of the people in the room is a pyromancer, setting the chairs on fire"
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Mr. Ecostone is upstairs right, the man can do so much mess sometimes, I will go there.
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This the best ISG I've participated in, especially because of all the random stuff we can have happen in the background.
Mr. Ecostone is upstairs right, the man can do so much mess sometimes, I will go there.
As we go up the stairs we can hear more screaming from the chairs and the sounds of a massive fight happening in the room we just left.
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This the best ISG I've participated in, especially because of all the random stuff we can have happen in the background.
Mr. Ecostone is upstairs right, the man can do so much mess sometimes, I will go there.
As we go up the stairs we can hear more screaming from the chairs and the sounds of a massive fight happening in the room we just left.
Yes
Also the mimes, after killing the clerks enter the next room
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(Glad you guys are enjoying it ^^)
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Yeah, it's great
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Same here. It’s great. I enjoy it
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"Oh, that? One of the people in the room is a pyromancer, setting the chairs on fire." Myrtle tells the clerk.
"O-oh... u-umm..." The clerk doesn't seem much less confused than before.
"Mr. Ecostone is upstairs right? The man can make so much of a mess sometimes, I will go there." Myrtle continues, and begins heading towards the stairs.
(https://i.imgur.com/Xi1D6im.png)
"Err, b-but Mr. Ecostone is in a meeting right now..." the clerk stammers worriedly.
As Myrtle starts up the stairs, more screaming from the chairs and sounds of a massive fight roars from the other room.
(https://i.imgur.com/hpUFAZa.png)
The clerk flinches at the cacophonous sounds and tremors, quickly glancing back at Myrtle with heightening concern.
Then suddenly, the mimes enter from the other room, the blood of their victims splashed everywhere on their clothes and dripping from their hands.
(https://i.imgur.com/AVHC5Pj.png)
"U-uhm... i-is one of you the pyromancer?" the clerk whimpers at the mimes.
The mimes turn towards the clerk, and soon begin to approach, a mad bloodlust in their eyes.
Meanwhile, Myrtle quickly skulks upstairs.
(https://i.imgur.com/zxOnlT7.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/ocwQDH0.png)
The upstairs floor contains a series of rooms, one of which is occupied by a clerk at work. The main office room is nearby, but there are a couple of guards standing just outside. It's very likely that Myrtle's target is inside that room.
(https://i.imgur.com/dZ09dzM.png)
Myrtle Jenkins
Health: Good
Equipment:
- Mini-Crossbow (hidden)
- Assassin's Knitting Needles
- Political Worker's Clothing
Inventory:
- 40 Gold
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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The best way for us to get into that room is to tell the guards whats happening.
Go up to the guards and tell them about the mimes killing everybody and the building being on fire down stairs, then wait for them to leave.
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A meteorite about 30 ft in diameter crashes into the room with Mr Ecostone after the guards go downstairs
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A meteorite about 30 ft in diameter crashes into the room with Mr Ecostone after the guards go downstairs
Just gonna mention that a meteorite that big would level the building and some of surrounding area as well.
But we survive the meteorite exploding using out SUPER STEALTH ASSASSIN POWERS!
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This chapter is just getting sillier with every update.
Even sillier than the other chapters combined.
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Myrtle goes up to the guards and tells them about the mimes killing everybody and the building being on fire down stairs.
(https://i.imgur.com/IvdDilH.png)
The guards quickly hurry down to check on the situation, leaving nothing standing between Myrtle and the door to her target.
(https://i.imgur.com/X658t3d.png)
She takes the door handle and turns it, slowly opening the door...
Suddenly, a meteorite about 30 ft in diameter crashes into the room!
(https://i.imgur.com/ogX2y7e.png)
The impact levels much of the building and some of the surrounding area as well, but Myrtle survives the explosion using her SUPER STEALTH ASSASSIN POWERS!
(https://i.imgur.com/O68orqz.png)
Fire, smoke, and debris disperses around the crash site as Myrtle tries to regain her composure and make sense of what just happened. The guards outside attend to the crisis as well, also totally confounded.
Guard: "What on earth!!??"
...What on earth indeed!...
(https://i.imgur.com/ROeDXuw.png)
Myrtle Jenkins
Health: Good
Equipment:
- Mini-Crossbow (hidden)
- Assassin's Knitting Needles
- Political Worker's Clothing
Inventory:
- 40 Gold
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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”it was from space”
Myrttle says
The meteor cracks in half, revealing what looks like a pink spider with fur and crab pincers on each of its legs
It hears “From space” from one of the two legged creatures
In a high pitched voice it says ”From space!”
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After the spider thing speaks is about when all the dead mimes and bits of rubble start falling from the sky.
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"This is probobly the est this job could have gone, unless he was sneaked out by a group of highly trained body guared, but what are the odds of that happening?"
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Suddenly, you wake up! These strange events was all a dream!
You must have fallen asleep at home while taking a short nap before heading out for your mission at the governmental district.
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You Head to your closet to get the guard uniform, but when you open the door you find the pink fur spider. It says ”Hello. The other human heard you talk about trying to kill the person he was guarding, so he knocked you out and brought you here hoping you would forget about the mission. I followed and the guard ran off when he saw me”
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"It was from space..." Myrtle says.
The meteor cracks in half, revealing what looks like a pink spider with fur and crab pincers on each of its legs.
The creature seems to hear Myrtle speak, as then in a high pitched voice it says "From space!"
(https://i.imgur.com/gwA3M61.png)
The guards look to each other confusedly, as they are then startled by a rain of dead mimes and bits of rubble falling from the sky.
(https://i.imgur.com/IazWg8l.png)
"This is probably the best this job could have gone, unless he was snuck out by a group of highly trained body guards, but what are the odds of that happening?" Myrtle muses to herself as she witnesses the carnage around the meteorite.
Suddenly, Myrtle's surroundings start to quiver and blur!...
(https://i.imgur.com/1KmhmO2.png)
...As she then wakes up!
Apparently these strange events were all a dream!
(https://i.imgur.com/StwM3Bt.png)
Myrtle rubs her eyes as she realizes that she must have fallen asleep at home while taking a short nap before heading out for her mission at the governmental district.
What a strange dream that was...
She soon gets up and heads to her closet to get the clerk uniform, but when she opens the door she finds the pink fur spider from her dream!
(https://i.imgur.com/q9tPROG.png)
Pink fur spider: "Hello. The other human heard you talk about trying to kill the person he was guarding, so he knocked you out and brought you here hoping you would forget about the mission. I followed and the guard ran off when he saw me."
Myrtle takes a step back, bewildered by the creature's presence.
But... it was a dream, wasn't it? How is this strange creature here? And what is it talking about? One of Ecostone's guards knows about my mission, and incapacitated me and put me here?...
Myrtle pauses in total perplexity, uncertain about what's happening and what to do...
Myrtle Jenkins
Health: Good
Equipment:
- Mini-Crossbow (hidden)
- Assassin's Knitting Needles
Inventory:
- 40 Gold
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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As she's trying to figure out whats going on, then she looks out the window and notices that there's a massive horde of mimes marching through the streets attacking anyone that gets close.
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The pink spider thinks to Myrttle A dream it may have been, but I can travel through dreams. According to your thoughts, there is a group of silent humans called mimes attack Ng other humans?
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As Myrtle is trying to figure out what's going on, she notices outside the window that there's a massive horde of mimes marching through the streets attacking anyone that gets close.
(https://i.imgur.com/aNPGKOk.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/GvzYhbL.png)
She then hears the pink spider's voice sounding within her thoughts: A dream it may have been, but I can travel through dreams. According to your thoughts, there is a group of silent humans called mimes attacking other humans?
Myrtle abruptly turns to the pink spider, further disturbed by the instance of psychic communication. ...W-What? D-Did that creature just read my mind!? B-But that's impossible! What is happening!? Myrtle thinks frantically.
This has to be another dream, right? Wake up, Myrtle! Wake up...!! Myrtle slaps and pinches herself, trying to awaken again...
(https://i.imgur.com/D93DQ8j.png)
Myrtle Jenkins
Health: Good
Equipment:
- Mini-Crossbow (hidden)
- Assassin's Knitting Needles
Inventory:
- 40 Gold
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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why are you damaging yourself? This behavior doesn’t make sense
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From outside you hear someone say, "Its the mimepocalypse, it was foretold in the prophecies!" and someone else say, "Its the lizard people from the government they're punishing us with mimes for discovering them!"
Then suddenly a mime throws its self through the window and it starts to come towards Myrtle, but she's able to defeat it with her assassin powers.
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Another mime jumps through the window, this time the pink spider shrinks itself so it can get inside the mime. The mine’s eyes turn pink when it crawls inside. The mime starts talking ”oh, I wasn’t sure if I could do this, I thought I could only travel in dreams. Maybe I can help you with the government thing
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Myrtle’s assignation target was unaffected by the chaos on the surface since he was in a bunker underground. He never told anyone else the bunker even existed, so he was surprised when he heard knocking on the bunker door.
Chief, the mimes went rogue as screaming chair caught on fire, a meteor hit the ground and inside was a pink spider. One of the guards knocked out the new girl and took her home, which makes no sense. Oh yes, the new girl came yesterday, when all of... the guard thought for a moment the new girl must be the pyromancer we were told about, by her...the whole day has been weird. Did I mention the raining mimes? Ipthere was those too. Also bloodthirsty mimes are taking over the town. Maybe not literally vampires, but who can say it this point due to the leader cuts him off. How did you learn of this place? I told no one. How many mind readers are in my ranks? The guard, obviously confused stammers wh-what about the-the screaming ch-chairs and tell me how you learned of this place and then talk about what happened. Do you remember why I told no one about the underground?
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(Did people forget this existed?)
Someone runs inside Myrtle’s house. the mimes are attacking, the prophecy is coming to fruition. We need to kill them and place their blood on the altar to please Drelow the blood demon
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Somewhere in the distance there is a loud explosion, and the mimes begin setting surrounding buildings on fire.
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Why are you damaging yourself? This behavior doesn’t make sense. The pink spider thinks to Myrtle.
(https://i.imgur.com/2ptDBcU.png)
Myrtle stops for a moment, staring at the pink spider, whose presence seems unaltered despite Myrtle's attempts at re-awakening herself.
Meanwhile, from outside Myrtle hears someone say, "Its the mimepocalypse, it was foretold in the prophecies!"
"Its the lizard people from the government they're punishing us with mimes for discovering them!" someone else says.
Then suddenly a mime throws itself through the window and starts to come towards Myrtle!
(https://i.imgur.com/bl0uDoc.png)
Assassin instincts kick in as Myrtle reacts just in time, defeating the mime with her assassin-powered martial arts.
(https://i.imgur.com/uX08H9F.png)
Heart pounding with adrenaline and confusion, Myrtle reassesses the seeming reality of the situation. "T-This isn't a dream, then?..."
Another mime soon jumps through the window. This time, the pink spider shrinks itself so it can get inside the mime. The mime’s eyes turn pink when it crawls inside. The mime then starts talking: "Oh, I wasn’t sure if I could do this, I thought I could only travel in dreams. Maybe I can help you with the government thing."
(https://i.imgur.com/fP5YF8Q.png)
Myrtle blinks a couple times. "D-Did you just..." Myrtle stutters, trying to register the continued string of bizarre events.
Okay, if this isn't a dream, then perhaps I'm really dealing with a creature from outer space... Or I've been drugged. Yeah, it's probably that.
She puzzledly looks at the pink-eyed mime, unsure of whether she's dealing with a complex series of hallucinations or a dream-traveling alien arachnid with telepathic and bodysnatching powers.
She shrugs.
"Erm, well... maybe you can help me..." Myrtle proceeds to tell the pink-eyed mime, using both words and thoughts, the details of her mission and her target, Kybar Ecostone, an unpopular and borderline insane politician suspected of being a lizardperson. She also mentions the upcoming election between Kybar, Desmond Meridith, and Billy Bob McBob, as well the involvement of opposing secret factions in the city vying for the different candidates.
Meanwhile, somewhere else in the city...
Kybar Ecostone, Myrtle’s assassination target, was unaffected by the chaos on the surface since he was in a bunker underground. He never told anyone else the bunker even existed, so he was surprised when he heard knocking on the bunker door.
(https://i.imgur.com/q68j8Bo.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/5gshL4T.png)
Kybar opens the door and sees a guard there.
"Chief, the mimes went rogue as screaming chairs caught on fire, a meteor hit the ground and inside was a pink spider. One of the guards knocked out the new girl and took her home, which makes no sense. Oh yes, the new girl came yesterday, when all of..." The guard thought for a moment.
"The new girl must be the pyromancer we were told about, by her... the whole day has been weird. Did I mention the raining mimes? There were those too. Also bloodthirsty mimes are taking over the town. Maybe not literally vampires, but who can say at this point due to--"
Kybar cuts him off. "How did you learn of this place? I told no one. How many mind readers are in my ranks?"
The guard, obviously confused stammers "Wh-what about the-the screaming ch-chairs and--"
"Tell me how you learned of this place and then talk about what happened. Do you remember why I told no one about the underground?"
"Err, uhm, b-but t-those guys over there brought me here to report to you. I-I thought they worked for you?..." The guard turns and points behind himself to the entrance of the bunker, where an old man and a random stranger wave to Kybar and the guard.
(https://i.imgur.com/RHfHSmW.png)
"Cheers, mates." The random stranger says nonchalantly, raising a glass, and soon leaves.
The old man then heads over, greeting Kybar. "Hey hello Mr. Ecostone! Nice to meetcha, I'm the Stone Hound that's in charge of protecting you. You know there's an assassin after you, right? Pesky buggers, them assassins! But not to worry, now that I'm here!"
(https://i.imgur.com/mfenoPF.png)
The old man then enters the bunker room, rambunctiously exploring the place. "Hey nice bunker! Say, you got any Otterball magazines to keep a fella entertained? Actually, I'll just look around myself if you don't mind!"
Kybar looks questioningly at the guard, who sheepishly shrugs to his boss.
(https://i.imgur.com/tn42wQX.png)
Back in Myrtle's house...
"So Desmond Meridith is a pretty popular election choice at the moment. Billy Bob McBob seems to be running for office just for the free advertisement for his horse dealership. But in any case, this new secret organization wants them eliminated so that Kybar wins by default, whereas my employers want the opposite; for Kybar to be eliminated. I've decided to stay loyal to my employers and take out Kybar, but retaliation from the new group seems likely in the future."
As Myrtle finishes telling the pink-eyed mime about her mission, someone runs into her house. "The mimes are attacking, the prophecy is coming to fruition. We need to kill them and place their blood on the altar to please Drelow the blood demon."
(https://i.imgur.com/A7zVltI.png)
What?... Drelow the blood demon?... Myrtle recalls reading about Drelow many years ago, along with something about an 'uprising of the silent'... ...Wait... the mimes!? But that was something out of old mythological journals, generally thought of by modern academia as unverified folk literature... Also, who the HECK is this person that just walked into my house!??
Meanwhile, somewhere in the distance there is a loud explosion, and the mimes begin setting surrounding buildings on fire.
(https://i.imgur.com/GHiRNAa.png)
Myrtle Jenkins
Health: Good
Equipment:
- Mini-Crossbow (hidden)
- Assassin's Knitting Needles
Inventory:
- 40 Gold
Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!
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The man that just showed up in Myrtle's is a prophet come to deliver us from the cursed mimes, with his wisdom!
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In the bunker
Kybar looks at the guard and the Stone Hound. so a new girl started working here and set chairs on fire causing them to scream, and this same girl told you about a pyromancer without telling you she is the pyromancer, and there is an assassin. So if I got this right, there is an assassin who can control fire?
Back at Myrttle’s house
The prophet spoke the blood of the silent must be on the altar
The spider, still inhabiting the mime, asked so blood from this body is required for an altar? Don’t worry Myrttle, this won’t take long probably, after the placing of blood I will try to incite a revolution among Kybar’s workers. Lead the way, Drelow prophet
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Meanwhile in a distant cave the mimes had just finished the ritual dance to summon mimezilla.
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(Not enough happening yet? Not enough suggestions? Too much suggestions?)
If not enough suggestions, one of the mimes is rooted into the ground and turned into a sundew plant (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61iAvazPstL._AC_.jpg)
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((I kinda gave up on this a little while ago, mostly because the output format (images) had become a bit too unwieldy and time consuming to do. And generating/editing the RPG maker character sprites had become kinda bleh. But stylistically these things had become an integral part of the game's output format so... ><a))
((Might continue this later when I have more time, though. I do like the concept, and enjoyed the suggestions quite a lot. If I do continue it, probably expect some change of output format, or perhaps a reset altogether~))
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((I kinda gave up on this a little while ago, mostly because the output format (images) had become a bit too unwieldy and time consuming to do. And generating/editing the RPG maker character sprites had become kinda bleh. But stylistically these things had become an integral part of the game's output format so... ><a))
((Might continue this later when I have more time, though. I do like the concept, and enjoyed the suggestions quite a lot. If I do continue it, probably expect some change of output format, or perhaps a reset altogether~))
((if images are ha5d to do, text is sufficient. I joined here for the story. If a reset is needed that’s fine too. I like that we can choose what happens in the world instead of being limited to a single character))
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((I kinda gave up on this a little while ago, mostly because the output format (images) had become a bit too unwieldy and time consuming to do. And generating/editing the RPG maker character sprites had become kinda bleh. But stylistically these things had become an integral part of the game's output format so... ><a))
((Might continue this later when I have more time, though. I do like the concept, and enjoyed the suggestions quite a lot. If I do continue it, probably expect some change of output format, or perhaps a reset altogether~))
((if images are ha5d to do, text is sufficient. I joined here for the story. If a reset is needed that’s fine too. I like that we can choose what happens in the world instead of being limited to a single character))
((Noted, thanks for the input. Might be a while but I'll probably get back to this at some point~))
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(If it makes the game run faster we could have only one image per update, and I'll be around when you decide to update this.)
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(If it makes the game run faster we could have only one image per update, and I'll be around when you decide to update this.)
((That might be a good idea. And cool ^^))