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ANTON PEAS: that’s your name, don’t wear it out! Originally a mild-mannered grilljockey, a botched demonic summoning brought you to ZORAL: a fantasy world shrouded in perpetual darkness!

You get used to it!

The memory loss and everyone trying to kill you? That’s the tricky part. See, your unexpected trip landed you in one Hell of a mess: not only did you lose a huge chunk of your memories, but you also forfeit your soul to RED--you don’t know the specifics, but essentially your summoning granted you some DEMONIC POWERS, so it’s not all bad!

What IS bad is what you’re up to now: your hellish helper can restore your memories, but he won’t do it for free! The price: delivering the heads of THE FOUR LORDS OF ZORAL: tyrants and titans that rule the darklands with iron fists, claws, and… you dunno, tentacles, maybe? There’s a reason they’ve ruled for so long, however, and despite your platoon of pals and plentiful powers you can’t help but feel a little apprehensive about the whole thing!

Exhibit A: ARCHMAGE TRIER. Arriving in UMBERAL: Zoral’s very own city of tomorrow, you were swiftly introduced to the TEKSOULS: menacing magitek that follow every whim Trier can think up… and you met the guy–he thinks a LOT!

Not to be outdone, you also ran into THE SPICE CARTEL--not only is Umberal their home turf, they’re also running some kind of deal with the Archmage… as for what it is, well, you shudder to think!

Your search for leverage over the Archmage took you to TRIMBAULT ACADEMY: Zoral’s most prestigious magical academy, and whole you managed to snag some goodies and teach a surprisingly-decent class (don’t ask), you didn’t manage to find notes other mages took on their Archmage adversary! Even worse, all signs point to The Cartel snatching them up for their own perfidious plots!

Luckily you had an in: TZAH-TZIE, skilled songstress and your current beau, has an axe to grind with her musical rival LUTZA. Having saved the starlet from a kidnapping on the Umberal Skyrail, you earned your way into holding a concert in Umberal, and some of the biggest names in The Cartel just happen to be huge fans!

You were just about to plot out the details at the glitzy CRYSTALMELT HOT SPRINGS LODGE when you ran smack-dab into The Cartel’s higher-ups… and the big cheese himself, VHALE NESSURMOS.

Did we mention he’s also your girlfriend’s husband? And that she freezes up like a clam on Pluto at the mere mention of his name?

Cornered by the Cartel, THIS is where your tale continues…

https://youtu.be/1lR8VLt1Xlk

>CONTD.
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>>6322706
Welcome to DARK QUEST! Leave your worries by the door with your shoes, ya’ ain’t gonna need ‘em! Socks optional!

>Archive link to catch up with the last thread:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Dark%20Quest
>Pastebin for INVENTORY, SKILLS, and MORE:
https://pastebin.com/xdk5kHyA
>Character and Other Info compiled by everyone’s favorite fuzzball! https://pastebin.com/YKhP6xCt
>Twitter for updates, dumb art, etc.
https://x.com/DemBonez3

Rolls are handled by a 1(or more)d100--I take the BEST OF THREE ROLLS! 1’s are CRITFAILS while 100’s are CRITSUCCESSES! Certain boosts and maluses will be applied based on the situation and existing skills.

PLEASE ONLY 1 VOTE/ROLL PER PLAYER! If it’s exceptionally slow I’ll ask for people to roll again!

BEEP BEEP! NEW MECHANIC!!! Thank you to the brave anons that weighed in last thread to make it happen: BAD LUCK BALATRO: Every day you get ONE reroll on a LUCK-BASED ROLL (Bluffing, Acrobatics, Dodging... situations where BAD LUCK would make sense per the anon that suggested it! Swell idea, mac!) I will provide the prompt when appropriate!

Describing your actions, write-ins, and GENERAL CREATIVITY are all APPRECIATED AND REWARDED--we like to keep things LIGHT and CHILL here, so come on in and have some fun! FAN ART, THEORIES, AND CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK ARE ALL VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!

DISCLAIMER: THIS QUEST IS DARK. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
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“So,” He begins as if catching up with an old friend, “How’s my… blushing bride, hmm?”

An uncanny silence blankets Lutza’s suite as the question echoes in your skull, the words violently crashing against it as if they were trying to break out! Ever the professional, Joplin the Manager and one of Lutza’s Skog Bodyguards stand between the mafiosos and his managee–the former’s stern expression even stonier as the room’s tension becomes thick enough to taste!

Rolo and Sixface, however, remain bent in perfect bows, neither daring to speak over their boss.

And Vhale?

The Durher just stares you down, unblinking, his eyes deader than a shark’s. Borderline emotionless, but with a hint of amusement? You don’t sense ire in his gaze, you think, but you don’t sense much of anything, really.

That’s what worries you.
Though the mafia don is several heads shorter than you, the simple gesture sends a shiver down your spine as if you were staring down the barrel of a bootlegger’s shotgun…

With a hair trigger.

Vhale doesn’t repeat his question, but you get the burning sense that he isn’t going to let you go without an answer. But how do you respond to the man who nearly snuffed the whimsy out of Tzah-Tzie’s eyes? A monster so vile Tzah-Tzie forced herself to vomit all over to escape his… ‘touch’ on their expedited honeymoon?

How do you respond to Vhale Nessurmos: Cartel Kingpin, Ally to the Archmage, and breaker of spirits?

>She’s safe.
>What does he care?
>She’s upgraded, actually!
>He’s not getting her back.
>Spit in his face.
>Stay Silent! He’ll think you disappeared!
>Come closer and I’ll tell you.
>ATTACK!
>Write-In!
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>>6322708
>She’s safe
I can't say I like him, but we can't kill him just yet. Not with Trier still around.
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>>6322708
>She happy now, if you really care.
Some spite is appropriate.

Welcome back, QM!
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>>6322708
>>6322744 +1
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>>6322708
>She's actually happy now.
Spitepilled. Let spite fill your soul, Antard.
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>>6322744
Hey gurl heeeeyyy~

>>6322744
>>6322761
>>6322767
>She's happy now, if you really care
>>6322721
>She's SAFE
Writing! Good to be back even if it was only a short amount of time
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She’s happy now, you spit as you meet his dead gaze with a glare, if he cares, that is!

“No..” Shrugs the Durher as if you’d just asked him how hungry he was, “But I’ll admit my curiosity was piqued when I learned she didn’t become Makaar fodder or some bandit’s plaything…” Vhale cocks his head to the side. “She is my property, after all.”

Oh, you scoff with a derisive smile, is that what he thinks?

“It’s what I know.” The Durher answers in the same lackadaisical tone. “Her dear parents came crawling on their hands and knees to my father and I with the marriage certificate already stamped with their seal… practically threw her at me, really.”

Steel clinks at the Cartel Kingpin’s side as he crosses one leg over the other. “It matters not how many men she’s lifted her tail for–and I suspect that’s quite a number–but it’s the same principle as my blade, really: some knuckle-dragging invalid can swing it around all he wants. Drool on the hilt, rub it against his chin…”

It’s only now that you realize Vhale hasn’t blinked once since his unexpected arrival.

“But were they to make the assertion that my blade belongs to them, well…” A claw idly taps against the sword at his side with a rhythmic ‘tink’, “That would be a very, very ill-informed idea indeed.”

Vhale’s gray eyes tremble briefly.

“... Drafty in here.”

The words scarcely leave the Kingpin’s lips before his subordinates spring into action!

“T-take my cloak, sir!”
“A-and my hat-”

Vhale neither looks at or acknowledges Rolo or Sixface as they scramble over to offer up to him their belongings. Rolo’s Mzz’goe’virr femme fatales, however, stand like gargoyles behind your chair, both wound up like homicidal Jack-In-The-Boxes waiting to pop!

“So!” The Durher announces with the faintest hint of levity in his droning voice, “Let’s talk. ’Anton.’

You blink. About what? Vhale doesn’t.

“Your reward,” He replies as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, “For returning my stolen property, of course.” His head cocks to the side once more. “Surely you didn’t come all this way just to sample my limitless charm and legendary hospitality…”

His empty eyes briefly flick over to his cowed subordinates. “Or did you simply wish to embarrass my subordinates?” A few tsks leave Vhale’s lips as he dismissively shakes his head. “Letting a rampant arsonist like this wander Umberal unimpeded, Rolo? Sixface? Poor form indeed…”

The Durher known as Sixface averts her eyes as Vhale’s wander over to hers. “I’m accustomed to Rolo disappointing me, but I entrusted City Affairs to you… as a treat.”

“F-forgive me, boss, but–” Sixface stammers as an uncanny bulging occurs in her eyes as she stutters out an excuse, “B-but he… he’s been claimed by… y-you know…”

>CONTD.
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Vhale yawns as his gaze shifts back onto you. “Is that right?” He leans forward to study what few features he can see. “That’s a shame.” He leans back as quickly as he shifted forward. “The Old Man’s grown a bit too comfortable claiming what’s ‘his’, it would seem…” A faint grin creeps onto Vhale’s dour face. “But that’s no concern of yours, is it? Anton~”

Look, you begin as you stare Vhale dead in the eyes, you didn’t come here to collect on some deranged ‘finder’s fee’, okay? So he can-

“I insist.” The Durher interjects, barely raising his tone. “I’m well aware that she’s here–your entourage was spotted long before you reached Crystalmelt.” An unnerving crackle comes from his shoulder. “Quite a few of you in your merry little band, aren’t there?”

Vhale leans forward in his seat once more. “But we will collect her. You and your friends will be on the next train out of Umberal by the time she suspects anything. The question is,” His voice hangs on the last word causing it to come out like a hiss, “What. Is. Yourrrr….” The Durher pauses for almost playful effect, “... Price?

“B-boss…” Rolo mutters under his breath, “T-the Archmage’ll be pissed… a-and he bu-”

“Busted your toy Casino in Crossroads, I’m aware.” Purrs Vhale, his unblinking eyes not leaving yours. “My heart bleeds for you, Rolo… but when this transaction concludes, so too will our… disagreements.

Your Poker face falters, if only for a moment. Is he seriously trying to bury the hatchet?

“So,” Vhale repeats, “How much is the whore worth, hm?”

What say ye? What is Tzah-Tzie worth?
>You want to know how to kill Trier.
>Bells. More bells than you’ll ever be able to spend.
>You want her to play a concert. With Lutza.
>You want a way back to your home plane.
>You’ll have to think about it.
>Fuck you.
>Fuck you.
>Write-In!
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Whoops, forgot a few options that are less... dealy.
Inventory: https://pastebin.com/xdk5kHyA
>Reach into your BIISII'S BAG!
>Ask to use the bathroom!
>BLASTCAPS!
>Burn the floor and signal Oti!
>
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>>6322849
Man, I don't wanna throw away this whole plan we had to kill Trier and have a cool fight...but it's definitely gonna happen if we make Vhale Flambeé
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>>6322873
I'll say one thing and then shut up:
Toppel and a few other folks mentioned that Vhale doesn't die that easy..
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>>6322873
But on the other hand telling him to fuck off is certainly an option too. Okay now I'll seriously shut it
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>>6322874
The issue is that even if he did we wouldn't be able to do it.

>>6322871
Screw it,
>BISII BAG
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>>6322849
>You want her to play a concert. With Lutza.
Gives us lots of time to plan a double-cross with our boo.
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>>6322849
>You want her to play a concert. With Lutza.
Let's not unleash the bag upon him just yet.. We must as well try to get something out of this.
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>>6322883
>BIISII'S BAG
>>6323003
>>6323014
>CONCERT!
Will write tomorrow! Sorry, busy Friday!
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The word he uses to address Tzah-Tzie slaps you in the face like a rotten fish. Your teeth clench. Fists ball up at your sides. Your temples heat up and a vein throbs on your forehead as every voice in your head tells… no, SCREAMS at you to wipe the smirk off of this asshole’s face with two handfuls of hellfire!

It’s more than he deserves… and yet you hesitate.

She has a name, you spit as you lean forward to meet Vhale’s stony gaze with one of your own, and she wants to play a concert with Lutza. That’s why you’re here in the first place!

Vhale doesn’t flinch at your request, nor does he seem too threatened by it. “Names are for those that warrant them.” He shrugs, leaning back as his eyes dance over to his subordinates. “A concert, hm?”

“Y-yes, sir…” For the first time in what feels like ages, Lutza speaks up from behind her bodyguard bulwark! “We began planning on the Skyrail--sh-she can play well an-”

Her first and last public performance…” Vhale sighs as the corner of his mouth curls up into a crooked grin, “Fitting.” His dull eyes jerk back over to yours. “So that’s it, is it? You gain nothing, she gets one last desperate gasp of freedom?”

That’s right, you nod, holding your Poker face together as best you can, and that’s that.

“And that’s that…” Vhale purrs as his claw clinks against his blade a few more times. “Send her up.”

Hastily rubbing at her eyes, Sixface leaps to her feet for another swift bow. “O-of course, boss!”

Hey, you begin as Sixface darts out the door, she doesn’t-

“She does.” The Kingpin interrupts as one of his fangs pokes out from between his lips, “Would you rather we keep it a surprise? That’s cold, Anton…” His gaze drifts over to Lutza once more. “Where and when do you intend to hold this… ‘bash’?”

“Tonight.” Answers Joplin, the Gnok Manager stealing a glance your way that almost says ‘just trust me’. “Here in Crystalmelt.”

“Interesting venue choice.” Remarks Vhale, claw still tinking away at his blade, “Why not have it at the estate?”

“For the sake of everyone’s privacy and safety we found it prudent to choose a more public area,” Joplin adds, earning a nod from his managee, “The crowds my client attracts tend to be rather large… and unruly, at times.”

Before you can discuss it further, you hear a pair of familiar pitter-pattering feet enter from the front of the suite! “LUTZA~” Chirps and all-too-familiar and chipper voice, “Better start practicing, beca-”

Skipping around the corner, Tzah-Tzie freezes up at the sight of Vhale, her words screeching to a halt in her throat with a violent choking noise! As the color and life drain from her features, the Kingpin takes a long, hard look at the girl as if inspecting her for damages.

>CONTD.
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>>6323272
“Well, well, well…” He purrs, relishing the reaction he receives as he slowly rises from his chair, “She’s finally come home.”

Betrayal and confusion clouds Tzah-Tzie’s eyes as they frantically flit around the room in search of an exit… but despite the abject terror in her features, the girl doesn’t dare move… not even when Vhale closes the gap between the two and lifts her chin with a claw.

“So.” He remarks, his bride trembling as his hands begin to wander around her body, “Music, hm? You never showed me your singing voice.”

Tzah-Tzie’s on lockdown. No vitriol leaves her lips, no bites meet their mark… it’s as if she’s a completely different person–or an animal, rather. Trembling in place, she doesn’t respond or react to Vhale as he takes his time planting a kiss on her pursed lips.

“You’re nervous. Don’t worry–we’ll have lots of time to get… reaquainted.” Vhale’s sharklike eyes drift back over to you with an almost teasing glimmer. “Anton and I had a long talk… and he settled on quite the finder’s fee for your return.”

She doesn’t have to say anything to show her betrayal. As her eyes whip over to yours you see it plain as day: confusion. Anger. Despair.

And Vhale? He’s just lapping it all up.

You meet her gaze and mouth the words ‘trust me’, but you’re not sure if they hit their mark or not. Tzah-Tzie’s no fool, you know that better than anyone, but sometimes she’s almost too good of an actress…

“In return for Anton and company’s safe passage out of the city, you and Lutza will be playing at a concert tonight,” Vhale continues, earning an uneasy snigger from Rolo, “Here at Crystalmelt.” He makes a show of rubbing his chin in mock contemplation. “Think of it as… a going away party.”

TT doesn’t respond, but Vhale does. A sharp CRACK rings across the room as he brings his claw across her cheek! Lutza gasps. Joplin and her Skog bodyguard flinch. Rolo and his girls stand stoic. And you? All you can do is gnaw on your cheek to keep yourself from tackling the bastard to the ground…

“What do we say when someone does something nice for us?”

Tears begin to trickle down Tzah-Tzie’s trembling face. “... Thank you…” She stammers, her eyes burning into the floor. “Thank… you…

“Good girl.” Giving her shivering head a pat, Vhale shifts his gaze back your way once again. “A deal’s a deal, Anton Peas.” He turns to face Joplin. “Tell the concierge what you need. We’ll foot the bill.”

The Gnok nods in silent assent as the Kingpin’s gaze falls upon a still-staken Lutza. “Break a leg, hm? This is my wife’s big night, after all…”

Vhale doesn’t even acknowledge Lutza’s wary nod as he takes the first few steps towards leaving the suite, but pauses.

>CONTD.
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>>6323276
“Ah.” Turning to face the still-statuelike Tzah-Tzie, a sharp whistle escapes his lips prompting Rolo’s floozies to scoop your girl up in their arms!

“We’ll take care of her until ‘Showtime,” Explains Vhale as TT hangs limply in the Mzz’goe’virr girls’ grasp, “My mansion has plenty of quiet rooms to practice in.” That crooked smile creeps onto his face as he turns to face you. “Wouldn’t want her getting… distracted, now would we?”

For the briefest of moments Tzah-Tzie’s terror is replaced by something else… you can’t quite tell what it means, but her eyes meet yours as she changes. What could she mean?

“Was there anything else?” Mutters the Durher, eyes still unblinking as he lingers by the door. “Rolo, track down Six before we leave. You know how hungry they get.”

“Righto, boss…”

Anything else? This might be the last time you get to talk to Vhale or TT for a while…
>TT stays with you!
>If he even THINKS of hurting her…
>Him and Trier–what’s the connection?
>Trier’s not going to intervene, is he?
>What guarantee do you have that the cartel will stop hounding you?
>Fuck you, Vhale.
>Let’s shake on it.
>ATTACK!
>Write-In!
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>>6323280
>Trier’s not going to intervene, is he?
We might as well get some info. I trust TT to know we've got a plan, anyway.
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>>6323280
>TT stays with you!
He can have her back after the concert if he's still alive, which at this rate he will not be but until then, she stays with us and our friends. This is her last desperate gasp of freedom. THAT is the deal.
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>>6323284
Knowing we have a plan is one thing, but leaving her in the clutches of her abusive husband is another.
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>>6323291
Do you think he's going to accept that?
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>>6323293
If he has the sort of mindset where he thinks we're being legit with this deal to begin with, why not? If he genuinely thinks we're trading TT to him, he might just think we want one last roll in the hay before she goes away, or to try to apologize.

And if he deosn't accept, I'm afraid we must flambe him.
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>>6323294
I'm pretty sure he'd think we just want to find a way to escape with her. Even if he agreed he'd get a lot more guards on our tail.
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>>6323296
I'm personally more confident of our ability to operate with his guards watching us than I am in leaving out chinchillathinge in his claws, alone and without back-up. He is exceedingly rapey.
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>>6323297
That's cool but I still think he's not gonna let us. Plus, we kinda have to leave her alone when it's time for the showdown and we have to go somewhere else.

I get that you don't wanna leave TT alone but I really don't think that he will accept it or that it would make things better.
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>>6323301
Then we cook him. That's my vote, anyway. We'll see what others do, but I won't vote to leave TT alone with her rapist and his goons. Blame the QM for getting me invested in her well-being.
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I'ma keep this open a little longer and then roll for it!
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>>6323280
>TT stays with you!
Ah, should've voted a while ago, was distracted. TT is with US.
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>>6323533
Works for me!

>>6323284
>TRIER
>>6323289
>>6323533
>TT'S WITH YOU, BITCH
Writing!
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Yea there is, actually! Taking a confident step towards the Durhers, you try not to smile as Tzah-Tzie glances up at you like a puppy being rescued from a well!

She’s staying with YOU.

She doesn’t even wait for permission before tackling your midsection and burying her damp face in your robes! By the time you feel her trembling head pressed against you, however, Rolo and his goonettes already have you in mangling range!

“Oh?” Vhale remarks as lazy amusement trickles into his tone, “What gave you that idea?”

YOU did, you reply, not even dignifying Rolo or his floozies with a glance as you hug Tzah-Tzie closer! How’s she supposed to rehearse if she’s locked up in a dungeon?! Just look at her–she’s terrified!

Vhale gives her about half a second of a glance. “I fail to see how that’s my problem. She’s getting her little concert, what does it matter if it’s good or not?”

TT is still trembling as you dare to take a step past the Mzz’goe’virr towards Vhale. They don’t stop you.

He has the rest of his sad, sad little life to torment her, you snarl, causing your favorite furball to peek up at you from her robe refuge, so you’re taking her off his hands til’ tonight!

By the time a sharp whistle leaves Rolo’s lips, his goons are already at your sides! Feeling a blade on each side of your face, you can’t help but let loose a sardonic laugh!

You don’t care how many goons tagged along on their little spa-date, you begin in a low, but angry tone… you’re taking her with you! And you’ll bulldoze any Spice-scented shovelhead that gets in your way!

You didn’t do too well in your High School Physics classes, but if the tension in the air was dense before, it’s definitely DOUBLE-DENSE now!

Rolo stands like a statue, face contorted as he waits for permission to tear you limb-from-limb! Following their boytoy’s cue, his girl’s blades sink deeper into your flesh! Lutza watches with reddening cheeks from her seat as Joplin and the Skog bodyguard prepare to throw down too!

And TT? She just squeezes you tighter.

Vhale, on the other hand, looks…

Delighted?

You brace yourself for an attack that never comes–not from him, nor from his cronies, the latter clearly as befuddled by the outcome as you are!

“Bold, Anton…” Purrs the Kingpin with the faintest glimmer of a twinkle in his dead, unblinking eyes, “Refreshingly bold.” He jerks his head towards the suite’s exit, prompting his entourage to leave you where you stand.

“The whore is yours… for now.” He adds as Rolo’s glare burns a hole through your skull, “Enjoy her while you can.”

Vhale departs as abruptly as he arrived–no fanfare, no last-minute threats from his lackeys… just a Durher leaving the suite like he owned the place followed by his humbled henchmen.

>CONTD.
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>>6323629
Even as the door shuts behind them, no one in the room dares to make a peep… until Tzah-Tzie breaks free of her spell and collapses into a sobbing mess at your feet.

“I’m… I’m sorry…”

Ten minutes later, TT is still inconsolable as she buries herself in Volka’s embrace. Lutza’s apology is swallowed up by the gang, but no one seems eager to accept it.

“That brute Rolo has a habit of accosting Ms. Lutza without an invite,” Joplin adds as the Tiito Triplets guard the door with renewed vigor, “I assumed your arrival would hasten his departure…” The Gnok’s steely gaze slips floorward. “... But nothing could have prepared us for… him.”

Oh, well that makes it all hunky-dory, then, you snarl! They couldn’t have given you a warning!? Not even a ‘Hey, watch out: SPICE CARTEL’S HERE!’?!

“P-please, Anton…” Lutza pleads, lip trembling as Joplin opens his mouth to retort, “If you have to blame anyone, blame me–I made the call. Not Joplin.”

“So we should roast you then?” Rezzie remarks, idly picking between her teeth with a claw, “Just say the word, Anton.”

You nearly take her up on the offer–seeing TT bawling in Volka’s arms like this awakens a primal anger in the deep recesses of your gut. Not demonic, nor magical… just…

You.

“It’s unfortunate we couldn’t smuggle someone inside their manor… their eyes will be painted on us until the concert…” Morook begins, pausing as he realizes something in his speech. “E-erm, n-not to be grim, of course-”

“Let’s be realistic then: our enemies have no obligation to honor the agreement.” Oti interjects with the usual irritation in his tone, “This concert is our shield, and a flimsy one at that. The minute we step out of the public eye we’ll be dealt with.”

His eyes flicker as they fall upon you. “And if you still intend to infiltrate their home during the festivities, there’s no longer a guarantee that Trier’s… ‘interest’... in you will keep you safe.”

“AAAannd there’s no guarantee Vhale won’t gut you like a mudpoke at your next encounter.” Toppel helpfully adds.

“I… I mean I know he’s scary, but,” Volka begins, her voice softened so as not to disturb the Durher seeking refuge in her lap, “But what’s stopping Rezzie or Anton from, y’know… toasting him?

“As I mentioned in our… first encounter...” Grumbles the sorceress with a sigh, “Vhale Nessurmos is… well, very difficult to kill, to put it bluntly.”

“Most crime lords are…” Replies Morook with a hint of cheekiness in his tone.

“I meant it literally.” Toppel adds with growing ire in her orange eyes. “I never had a lapse of judgement big enough to convince me to antagonize the man, but from what I’ve gathered here in Umberal, there have been attempts. Many attempts.”

>CONTD.
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Her eyes sweep the suite like a camper telling a campfire ghost story. “Blades. Bombs. Swords. Sorcery. They say he was beset upon by a mob of mercenaries at a dinner party once–they waited until he imbibed some Vibertooth venom and descended upon him like a pack of Makaar…”

… And?

“And when the cries settled… only he remained.”

Fantastic, you growl, so you’ve got not one, but TWO assholes that refuse to die easily! Does anyone have any ideas that aren’t just ‘oooOOoh NO OnE EvER BEaT ThEmMmM!!!’?

Rezzie raises her claw almost immediately. You think. Stupid darkness. Yes, Rez?

“If this Val idiot stole the notes from this Tier moron, they probably don’t like each other, right?”

You open your mouth to respond, but your tongue gets tied! Y-yea, you reply with a slow nod, probably…

“So why don’t we just tell that dumb wizard guy that the dumb crime guy is trying to kill him?” The devil continues with a derisive sigh! “Rend two souls with one claw.”

That’s… is that what the saying is? Rezzie answers by crossing her arms and groaning. Guess so.

“It’s… not ideal,” Morook begins as he cautiously steps around Rezalith’s suggestion, “But she might have a point… we can’t do much until the concert without being watched… and that BOMB still needs to be retrieved…”

Right, the Anti-Magic Bomb you asked them to order… you totally forgot! Well, you sigh, none of this is ideal, but Rezzie has a point: if anyone would know what’s going on with Vhale, it’s him.

“But…” Volka mutters as she strokes the still-trembling TT, “H-he said he was going to send for you, r-right? If you bother him now, do you think he’ll…?”

You don’t know what he’ll do, you fire back, and frankly you don’t really care--a showdown with that deadeyed dick is inevitable and you wanna be ready for it when it happens!

Volka nods as she digests your answer. “Yea… yea, fair enough…”

“Whatever you intend to do, I’d suggest you do it now.” Joplin interjects with a polite cough. “They’ll be scheming, no doubt–that should give you some time before the concert. I’ll delay it as best I can as well.”

Jop, you begin in a softer tone, thanks. The Gnok nods.

“I, err…” Volka mutters, not daring to get up, “I should… I mean, I can stay here if-”

Before she can stammer out a response, the Spinner stirs in her lap with damp, reddened eyes and renewed determination on her face.

I’ll be fine.

TT, you begin as relief creeps into your tone, s-she doesn’t have t-

“I do.” She snaps as she peels herself out of Volka’s hug, “And I will. If there’s anything… ANYTHING I can do to help put that pompous prick in the ground any faster, I’ll do it!”

>CONTD.
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>>6323632
Still sniffling as she strides over to where you stand, Tzah-Tzie stares up at you with big, emboldened eyes. “That… bastard can’t be allowed to survive the night, Anton… I won’t let him hurt anyone else ever again.”

Let me guess, you mutter as a wry grin slips onto your face: another ‘Tzah-Tzie Guarantee’?

She wipes the wetness from her eyes and matches your smile. “Damn right it is!”

Giving the girl a nod, you can almost feel something scraping at the back of your mind… a faint, simple word on repeat:

”sOoN…”

You get the feeling you won’t be waiting long to chat with the Archmage… good. You could use his input. Until then, however, what’s the next step?

CHOOSE ONE:
>Speak to someone in the gang! (Who?)
>Talk shop with Lutza and Joplin about the concert!
>Travel somewhere else in Umberal! (Destinations provided if voted for!)
>See if anyone here can train you while you have some downtime! (COMBAT? MAGIC? STEALTH? DIPLOMACY?)
>Investigate that mental itch NOW rather than later…
>Write-In!
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>>6323633
>Talk shop with Lutza and Joplin about the concert!
If I remember exactly, a spicy stole the immortality secrets right? It's clear they're doing something. Maybe we can get Trier to take out the bastard. Then we blow him up. Actually, if we had the bomb already I'd blow both of them up. At once. But we don't...
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>>6323636
The Cartel seems to have stolen the notes compiled on Trier by the Trimbault Academy Mages, yea... secret to immortality? Maybe not. Stuff that could probably waste the Archmage? Maybeeeeee~

You also recall that there's definitely some kind of deal between Trier and The Cartel: The Cartel provides bodies, living or otherwise, and in return they get... something.
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>>6323640
Well, it don't matter why they want it so long as we can convince the schizophrenic technolich that they're up to no good and that he should kill them.
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>>6323640
It sort of counts. Trier's secret to immortality is not being destroyed by whatever the notes say can waste him.

>>6323636
+1, let's make this count. I like your plan, anon, but also
>Talk shop with Lutza and Joplin about the concert!
we can't let Vhale ruin TT's big comeback grudge match mega-concert. he's caused her enough pain, and this was a big deal for her.
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>>6323633
>Talk shop with Lutza and Joplin about the concert!
Total Vhale Death.
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>>6322706
Woooooooo we are so back!
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>>6323636
>>6323654
>>6323657
>CONCERT TALK!
Writing!
>>6323741
Hell yea we are, questie
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Letting the ominous warnings in your head slip for the time being, you focus your attention towards something you HAVE some semblance of control over:

The concert!

“I’ve already spoken to the staff here at Crystalmelt,” Joplin begins with a twinkle in his steely eyes! “There should be no problems holding the event here tonight, especially with the… financial aid we’ve been granted.”

W-wait, you sputter, how did he talk to them already?! We just finished meeting wi-

“Magic.”

Oh, right, he can do that ‘Mind Talk’ thing… okay, you shrug, so that’s one detail settled, but-

“The performance will be held on the roof to discourage attacks and… eager fans. The Triplets have already informed me of an escape route from the roof to the hot springs in case of fires or other emergencies–it should suffice for our purposes. My contacts here in Umberal coupled with Cartel word of mouth should provide adequate advertising,” He continues, turning to his client and earning a nod. “And for added chaos we’ve opted to waive any kind of ticket fee.”

Tzah-Tzie’s damp face widens into a manic grin! “Th-the whole CITY’S gonna be here! It’s gonna be a MADHOUSE, Ant!”

And… that’s okay with Lutza, right? The starlet answers with an extra-saccharine smile!

“The Cartel offered to foot the bill–it’d be rude not to accept their hospitality~” Her smirk stiffens. “Vhale’s… Captain... receiving the same punishment will be more than enough of a payment.”

The realization hits like the final piece slipping into place on a jigsaw puzzle. Something about her dumb contract forbids Lutza from speaking about it, but the answer is clear as day:

She wants ROLO dead too. Fine by you…

“It goes without saying, but if you intend to handle any unfinished business I’d budget yourselves some time to return here before sundown.” Joplin adds, earning a few murmurs of assent from your team. “The city’s Speakstones announce every hour, so it shouldn’t be an issue.”

“As for the setlist,” Lutza purrs, eyes lighting up with naked anticipation, “I’ll start with a few of my ‘not-as-popular’ ballads to get the crowd warmed up… that’ll get them to stick around for the good stuff!”

Time’s of the essence, you explain, so the longer they can keep everyone entertained, the better!

“Oh, I think we can make that work…” Giggles Lutza from her seat! “A few technical difficulties before showtime, a few short speeches–” Her eyes light up with almost Tzah-Tzie-esque mischief! “... Maybe a few words from Vhale himself…”

“Prick’s about as social as a Bull Makaar,” TT spits, “But he’ll jump at any opportunity to make himself seem bigger than everyone else…”

>CONTD.
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And it’ll ensure he’s onstage while you snoop around in his house, you add with a smile! You’ll definitely think about it…

“As for, erm… your entrance…” Lutza adds, uncertain eyes drifting over to Tzah-Tzie, “We… we don’t have to do this now, Tzah-Tzie… especially with the Cartel an-”

“Pfft, backing out on me already?” The Spinner laughs, earning an embarrassed grin from her opponent, “Not on your life, sister–I’m gonna school your butt in front of the whole city… Cartel and all!”

“I was hoping you’d say that…” Lutza nods with renewed flame in her eyes! “You can make your grand debut when the crowd calls for an encore… I trust you can improvise for a song or two?”

“Tch, I eat improvisation for breakfast!”

You can’t help but smile at TT’s renewed pep–all the more reason to put the guy who makes her so damn upset on ice! Which reminds you…

Vhale.

“We… should probably operate under the assumption that he won’t stay for the whole thing,” TT begins, a faint tremble in her voice. “And that he’ll assume we’re up to something.”

“Your friends were right before,” Lutza agrees as she casts a sympathetic gaze over to Tzah-Tzie, “There’s something protecting him… and it may very well have to do with The Archmage…”

Then you’ll just have to ask him, won’t you? Silence falls over the room as your rhetorical question falls flat! And hey, you add, maybe you can even get him to kill Vhale FOR you!

“That’s…” Oti begins as he slips into the conversation, “Very unlikely, but…”

“But you can bet his Teksouls’ll be there,” Tzah-Tzie remarks, face scrunched up in thought. “So if you COULD somehow put a splinter between them, well…”

Dude was crackling and croaking on repeat about how much he loves Umberal, you shrug, so if you can play on that, well…

“It goes without saying, Mr. Peas,” Begins Joplin with another polite cough, “But I want you to know that whatever happens, on my name, honor, and integrity as a manager, we won’t allow anyone to lay a finger on Ms. Tzah-Tzie.” He punctuates his declaration with a bow.

If all goes well, you reply with a reassuring smile, he won’t have to worry about that at all!

“Anything else we should clear up while we can?” Lutza asks, prompting TT to look your way too. “It’ll be hard to reach us when we’re performing, so…”

Is there?
>What’s the plan for after the performance?
>You wanna adjust something.
>You wanna know exactly what security’s plan is!
>Who should you talk to if something goes awry?
>Nope, sounds good to you!
>Write-In!
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>>6323826
>Nope, sounds good to you!
I can't think of anything at least.
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>>6323826
>What’s the plan for after the performance?
I sort of suspect we'll be making hasty exists, so we should know where to regroup. Volkir's old pad again?

What I'm thinking is we find the notes, read them, leak them to a Teksoul and say some cartel guy dropped them, and that might be enough for Trier to attack the concert.
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>>6323836
+1
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>>6323826
>>6323836 +1
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>>6323831
>NOPE
>>6323836
>>6323859
>>6323951
>AFTER?
Writing! Expect delays, feeling like hot garbo today
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There is one thing, you answer with a touch of uncertainty creeping into your tone. Suppose we need to beat a hasty retreat–

“As I mentioned before, the roof has an Escape Route-”

No, totally, you interrupt with an apologetic laugh, but you mean, like… AFTER. Even assuming everything goes peachy with the concert, you’ll probably need a quick route out of town… or at least a place to hunker down!

“Ant’s right,” TT adds with a small groan, “Ritzy as this place is, it won’t stop an army of crazed fans…” She blinks. “Oh. Or Spicys… Or Teksouls.”

“I’ve already arranged for a few safehouses scattered around Umberal,” Joplin answers with a fraction of a shrug. “Comes with the territory. Leaving Umberal, however, is another story-”

“WAIT!”

Lutza’s soft-as-the-seaside voice jumps to an alarming volume that spooks everyone in the vicinity! She, however, looks happier than a clam in a… clam resort? Whatever, she looks excited!

“Rolo, he…” She stammers, her face scrunching up at the sound of his name, “He didn’t take a train to Umberal…”

Yea, you snort, the thing woulda’ buckled under his weight if he did! Up top!

“You’re right,” Mutters Joplin as Tzah-Tzie slaps you some palm, “He wouldn’t stop bragging about his ‘Flying Machine’... called it ‘tip-top’ and wouldn’t stop gushing about how comfy the beds were…”

“Wha-wha-WHAAA!?” Sputter TT, eyes wider than a Chytree’s, “D-did you say a ‘FLYING MACHINE!?’”

What SHE said! Is it here!? Here in Umberal!?!

“Oh it’s here alright…” Murmurs the musician as she shuffles around awkwardly in her seat, “Docked and moored at the Nessurmos Estate. Rolo’s been too paranoid to sleep anywhere else. It would certainly explain how he arrived so swiftly.” Her jade eyes flicker with mischief! “If we could get our claws on it we’d be out of Umberal long before anyone could catch us…”

“Not to mention ruin that bastard’s day a second time…” Purrs TT, not even trying to hide her enthusiasm! “Oh… but how does it work? Any ideas?”

Lutza answers with a befuddled grin. “Wish I knew… but it was built in Umberal and if flies. It’s gotta be magical…”

“As excited as you may be by the prospect of adding the theft of an extremely high-profile vehicle to your grand escape, Miss Lutza, I would highly advise weighing other options as well.” Joplin replies, earning a round of annoyed groans for his trouble!

“They’ll pause Skyrail transit, I can almost guarantee it, but there are maintenance trains that won’t be hindered…” His brow furrows as he weighs your limited options. “Worst case scenario I know a back alley telemage or two. They could get us out of the city for the right amount of bells.”

>CONTD.
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We don’t need to figure it out now, you add, still totally out of your depth, but if they need a place to lay low you’ve been given free reign over an apartment in the city–one with some pretty decent magical wards, you think!

“... You think?” Lutza asks, the look on her face clearly not inspired.

Yea, you nod, Volka’s dad put ‘em together and he’s… well, he’s really old, but knows his magic! TT, where’s the address again?

As Tzah-Tzie relays the info to the starlet she spent whole threads threatening to annihilate, you turn your thoughts to other, less-green pastures… and even those are put on hold when you hear a demure knock on the door to the suite followed by a less-than-demure appearance by the Tiito Triplets!

“Z’Crystalmelt Staff, Miss Lutza!”
“Askin’ fer’ Mister Peas, Miss Lutza!”
“Says he’s bein’ called to the lobby, Miss Lutza!”

“Thank you, boys.” The Durher replies, putting goofy grins on each of the Skog’s faces! “Leave Tzah-Tzie with me, Anton. I’ll keep her close.”

“H-hey, I’m no princess, alright?” Stammers the Spinner as she swoops in and wraps her noodly arms around your waist! “And as for you:”

Climbing your trunk like a lovestruck squirrel, TT plants a big, warm kiss on your lips… and a few more for good measure! It’s only after you run your fingers through her hair and tickle her ears a bit that she begrudgingly pulls away!

“Guess our Umberal date might have to wait…” She sighs, gently caressing your cheek. “...Don’t pull any punches tonight, okay?” She requests, a mixture of worry and longing lingering in her lime-green eyes! “I want us to be able to laugh and boast about whatever happens tonight…” Her cheeks get a few shades redder as her bashful eyes fall groundward. “... for years to come…”

Any last remarks to TT? Or anyone else?
>You promise!
>She needs to be careful tonight!
>Knock ‘em dead at the concert!
>Write-In!

This meeting might take a while… Who will lead the Bomb Pickup Squad?
>Volka!
>Morook!
>Rezzie!
>Oti!
>Toppel!
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>>6324287
>Knock ‘em dead at the concert!
You gotta win.
>Morook!
He's the one that promised the payment for the guy right?
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>>6324287
>Knock ‘em dead at the concert!
>Morook!
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>>6324287
>Knock ‘em dead at the concert!
>Morook!
He's literally the only ine with a healthy sense of caution and tact... No offence to Volka, who wiuld be great if we were going loud.
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>>6324294
>>6324379
>>6324401
>KNOCK'EM DEAD!
>MOR!
Writiiiiiiiiiiing!
>>6324401
>Implying Rezzie isn't THE BEST at, among many, MANY other things, CAUTION and TACT
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You give your favorite fuzzball another tender peck on the lips before answering with a reassuring smile. Don’t worry about you, you add as you squeeze the girl’s small shoulders, just worry about knocking ‘em dead at the concert tonight! Give these Umberal punks a night to remember!

THAT makes her smile. “Oh you know I will… and… and I know it’s dumb, and selfish, and impossible, but…” A nervous giggle leaves her lips as her grin droops. “... I wish you could be there to watch me…”

You give her hair a playful tousle! Just keep playing, okay? You’ll make it to the encore! Her eyes shine like emeralds at your vow, lips trembling as she nods in assent!

“Y’know… you’re just crazy enough for me to believe that…” Gulping down the lump welling up in her throat, the Durher wipes her damp eyes on your robe and plants one last smooch on your cheek before disembarking!

“I’ll be looking for your eyes in the crowd, Ant…” She adds as a forlorn, but soothing smile forms on her face, “I’ll spot ‘em… I mean it!”

You never had a doubt in your mind… giving her hair another tousle, you bow in thanks to both Lutza and Joplin. Take care of this one, you add with a laugh in your voice, she can be quite the handful!

“Tch, never heard you complain…” Grumbles TT with a wry grin.

“I’ve forged a career wrangling… ‘problem cases’...” Adds Joplin with a rare twinkle in his eye, “Consider it an occupational hazard.”

“I’ll keep an eye on her too, don’t worry!” Giggles Lutza as she crosses over to her rival and wraps an arm around her shoulder! “Just call me ‘Big Sis’!”

“H-hey…” Stammers your team Spinner with a fresh blush on her face, “W-we’re still enemies, y’know…”

Leaving them to their rehearsal, you make your way over to the rest of the team as they put their planning on hold! Mor, you begin, he knows where to pick up the bomb, right?

“Aye, cap’n.”

… He uh… he doesn’t need to call you that… The Chytree’s eyes dull.

“Understood, cap’n.”

… Is he comfortable leading the team to pick it up?

“Perfectly, Anton.” He replies in a tone that could either mean confidence or just the usual Chytree drone, “The Spicys got off easy last time… any more underhanded tricks and the Teksouls’ll be scraping their remains off the street.”

FINALLY!!!

You try not to smile at Rezalith’s outburst. And fail. Good man! You move to give the Ranger a pat on the shoulder, but a claw intercepts your hand and grips it tight!

“You do realize,” He adds, voice low and eyes glowing with fresh excitement, “That pulling this off will shake Zoral by its very foundations?”

You answer him with a smile as you squeeze his claw right back! That’s the plan!

>CONTD.
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“Viisla favors the cautious,” Morook drones with flickering eyes, “But they have a soft spot for the bold, too.” He lets your hand go with a steadfast nod. “Good hunting, Anton. Shall we meet at the safehouse before the concert?”

Good call! No sense in playing your hand too early… and there’s no telling how long this meeting will go.

Speaking of, you leave the rest of the crew with a wink as the Tiito Triplets open the door to the suite for you.

“Tusks forward an’ head high, Mister Peas!”
“Leave the worryin’ ta’ us, Mister Peas!”
“Ain’t no one gettin’ their claws on Miss Tzie, Mister Peas!”

Thanking the boys as you exit the suite, you meet the Lodge Staffer with renewed confidence in your step and pride on your face… to which they’re pretty indifferent, unfortunately.

“P-please… th-this way, Mr. Anton…”

You don’t need to be that alcoholic sleuth you’re not supposed to serve at work to realize something’s rattled this staff member, and when you follow them down to the lobby it doesn’t take you long to understand why!

”TARgeT IDeNTIfIED…”

The declaration comes in triplicate, albeit spoken in different cadence and pitch by the Teksoul trio lingering in the lobby. Bracing yourself for an attack that never comes, it takes you a moment to let your guard down! Errr, yea, that’s you…

The constructs’ unseen limbs form a barrier around you like a very confused python… a dull tingle forms in your teeth as you sense magic seeping from their ever-glowing eyes!

”STanD BY foR TRaNSPOrtaTION… DO. NoT. MOve.”

A few days ago you would have been rattled by teleportation’s roller coaster-esque jerk, but now?

Now it’s just Tuesday.

… Is it Tuesday? What day is it in Zora-

PERSPECTIVE CHOICE: WHO’S UP NEXT?
>ANTON!
>MOROOK!
>WRITE-IN! JUST KIDDING, THOSE TWO ARE YOUR ONLY CHOICES! DON’T PICK THIS OPTION I SWEAR TO GOD YOU GUYS
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>>6324444
>MOROOK!
M-Dawg's time to shine.
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>>6324444
>WRITE-IN! JUST KIDDING, THOSE TWO ARE YOUR ONLY CHOICES! DON’T PICK THIS OPTION I SWEAR TO GOD YOU GUYS
:)
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>>6324459
That's it quest over I've had it up to here with your shenanigans
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>>6324444
>WRITE-IN! JUST KIDDING, THOSE TWO ARE YOUR ONLY CHOICES! DON’T PICK THIS OPTION I SWEAR TO GOD YOU GUYS
This quest needs to end right here, I have too many stuff I've been putting off to read and if I don't have any new stuff I might start getting my backlog done.
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>>6324444
>MOROOK!
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>>6324444
>WRITE-IN! JUST KIDDING, THOSE TWO ARE YOUR ONLY CHOICES! DON’T PICK THIS OPTION I SWEAR TO GOD YOU GUYS
Dembones

>MOROOK!
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>>6324457
>>6324514
>>6324638
>MOROOOOOOOOKKK!!!!
>>6324459
>>6324512
>END THIS FARCE ALREADY PLEASE QM
>>6324638
>DEMBONES

DEMBONES: that's you! Your shoulders creak and your eyes burn as you struggle to shake the sleep off of your gnarled, wretched form. Licking your chapped lips, you dump the lukewarm remnants of your coffee thermos down your parched throat in a vain attempt to fill the void in your core with something... ANYTHI

Okay okay let's just roll with Morook. Writing!
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Your boots splash through icy puddles as you lead the way through Umberal’s labyrinth of winding alleys and crowded thoroughfares. You’re MOROOK, of course, and you don’t think you’ll ever get used to a place like this.

‘City of Tomorrow’? You hope not…

With Anton off to meet the Archmage, you thought it prudent to check in on your ‘order’--the sooner you can get off the streets the better, you think as your trek leads you to the canals–the roar of yachts and clanking of colossal machines dipping their cold appendages into it like River Friilkas doing little to soothe your unease.

Your foes took you by surprise before–this time they won’t be so lucky. The plan, as it was before, is simple:

Find the bomb. Take the bomb. Bring the bomb to the safehouse. One, two, three.

Easier said than done, however–as if the city clamor wasn’t enough, the magical contamination is nigh-overwhelming here in Umberal… and though you can’t use magic you can’t help but feel the arcane weight in the air around you press down on your shoulders and make your head heavier! If this is how you feel, then how does Oti manage it? Hells, what would Lila think?

… There’s probably a reason you don’t see any Veeti in these cold, cold streets, but you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t appreciate her company.

For all the wonders Umberal holds, there’s no shaking it from your mind:

Something is profoundly wrong with this place!

It matters not. You’ve a job to perform, and you don't make a habit of betraying expectations! Come sorcerers or Spicys, you’ll be ready for them all–Umberal’s a lot less frightening when you liken it to a jungle…

Who did you bring with you anyways? Did you opt for a smaller, quieter group, or did you prepare for WAR?

CHOOSE ZERO OR MORE!
>Volka
>Rezalith
>Toppel
>Oti
>Obber
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>>6324775
>Volka
>Rezalith
Gotta take Volka, and we can't trust the other ones to trust Rezdawg
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>>6324776
Toppel trusts Rezzie... she trusts Rezzie hard...
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>>6324779
Toppel has an restraining order and is not allowed to be within 100 meters of Rezzie.
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>>6324775
>Volka
>Rezalith
Partly because I also do not trust Rezalith unsupervised.
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>>6324776
>>6324945
>REZ-DAWG
>VOLKA-CHAN
Locked in! Will probably write the update tomorrow--feeling a bit under the weather for the last few days
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With Anton off at his meeting and Tzah-Tzie prepping for her big debut, your squad choices were a bit more limited than before–not that you mind, of course. In any other situation you’d be operating solo, but after what happened earlier, well…

You can never be too careful, can you?

Volka trudges at your side with her thick tail swaying behind her and big yellow eyes darting after every person you pass. At first glance you’d assume she was 100% focused, but the way she grinds her teeth intermittently tells a different story. You might be of different ages and species, but you know Volka better than almost anyone…

And you know she only grinds her teeth when something’s on her mind. Something besides the task at hand.

Rezalith, on the other hand, skips a few feet ahead like a pet Makaar being taken out for a hunt! She’s even humming a tune, too!

Kiiiillliiiing! Kiiiiilliiing! Gouging, stabbing and kiiiiilllliiiing~

Rezzie, you groan, do you really have to ask her again? The demon sends a glare your way that could freeze magma!

“Tch… fine, FAT EYES…” Her skip turns into a dull trot as her sunny expression darkens. “ANTON would’ve let me sing the song…

You hate to break it to her, you mutter, but you aren’t him.

“Yea. NOTED.

“Rezzie…” Volka chides in a motherly tone, promptly defusing the feisty fiend. “Where we headed again, Mor?”

SOUTHWESTERN SNOWMELT CANALWORKS OFFICE, you recite, just like you’d been doing over and over in your head the whole afternoon, in some tool shed around the corner.

“Right, right… yea…” The Skog nods, biting her lip in quiet assent. “Tool shed…”

The Buumot bumps and grooves carved into the road at your feet tell you you’re on the right track–you just hope Obber The Machinist has already dropped off the hardware by the time you arrive.

… Funny how many Gnoks are named Obber, now that you think about it.

What do on the way to the office?
>Check in with Volka!
>Try to talk to Rezzie!
>Double-check your Slinger.
>Listen to the world around you!
>Just keep walking and stay sharp…
>Write-In!
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>>6325284
>Listen to the world around you!
Gotta be careful.
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>>6325284
>Just keep walking and stay sharp…
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>>6325290
>STAY A WHILE AND LISTEN!
>>6325293
>KEEP WALKING!
Fuck it we'll blend 'em together. My bad for making them so similar!

>Roll me 1d100((+5 Devil Senses, +4 Ranger Senses, -7 AUUUUGGHH CITIIIIIEEESSSS!) to see what your Chytree senses can sense! Best of 3!
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Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>6325429
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Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>6325429
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>>6325431
>>6325451
Ha, do I hear one more 24?
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Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>6325429
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>>6325537
Awww so close to a triple
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>>6325538
And no better for us either way. Poor Team Morvolkalith.
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>>6325431
>>6325451
>>6325537
>HIGHEST ROLL: 26!
Welp time to kill Morook, Volka, and Rezalith. Will write this up tomorrow--sorry for the slow updates. Think I'm not sick though, so that's a relief!
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>>6325550
RIP, half the main cast. :(
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In moments of unease like this, you fall back on your old standby: letting nature speak. Try as you might, however, you can’t quite seem to find the right ‘frequency’. What normally comes easily to you in the wilds, and what you could even manage in certain parts of Crossroads, seems outright impossible even on the canal’s rim…

Too much noise, you think as you struggle to drown it out with your own thoughts, just too much noise…

“Alright there, Mor?” Volka asks, breaking from her own wariness for a moment to offer you a reassuring smile! “Constipated?”

You’re fine, you reply, waving her off with your tone of voice, just… keep sharp, okay?

“Righto…”

You’re not fine, actually, but you don’t bother relaying that to your scaly sibling. It’s not the clanks and hisses and groans and chatter that picks away at your head like a miner’s chisel, no… it’s the perpetual feeling of precariousness you can’t shake from your head that’s been following you ever since you arrived in this wretched burg!

It’s like standing on the edge of a vast pit… or showing up uninvited to a funeral. It’s grim and foreboding enough without the sense that you don’t quite belong, and the feeling’s only grown since you arrived.

Continuing along the canal, you silently hope whatever Anton does gets you out of Umberal. The sooner the better!

To your surprise–and concern–the front of the CANALWORKS OFFICE is remarkably quieter than the rest of your stroll–nestled at the back-end of a short alleyway, the office is located in what seems to be a small cul-de-sac along with a Shipping Guild Office and some nondescript warehouse. Nothing out of the ordinary for a Crossroader.

“Tch…” Rezzie grumbles as she samples the air with a few sniffs, “Smells like mold and guts back here.”

… She’s mad about the guts? The demon shrugs.

“Makin’ me hungry…”

“Where’d, uh… where’d you say the stuff would be again, Mor?” Volka hisses as her eyes trace the building rooftops.

Round the back, you mutter as you switch out your city-stepping for your practiced ‘Ranger-Walk.’ Umberal might be kept sunny and clear through magical means, but you still make a point to step heel-first and far away from the many puddles dotting the ground. With each step you take, you take a moment to listen, but try as you might, well…

Yep, too much damned noise. Persistent, too.

Finding the building’s corner with your claw, you pause for a moment just to be safe… and when you hear nothing but the distant clank of a windmill on the roof and the toot of a canal skiff, y-

AAAAAAUUUUUUUGH!

For a fraction of a second you feel hot, panicked breath on your face that reeks of booze, meat, and poor dental care! By the time its owner stumbles backwards wide-eyed and mortified, you’ve already got your Slinger trained on where his heart should be!

>CONTD.
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A Gnok, you swiftly realize, and a familiar one too!

Obber?” Mutters Volka as she swiftly sheathes her blade, “W-weren’t you stuck in that trap in your workshop?”

The Machinist answers your sister with a wide-eyed stare! “The fuck ye’ onnabout!? I made the darned thing–I ken get meself out!” Scarcely do the words leave his lips before another thought arrives in his head–one that tinges his shock with anger!

“A-and what the HELLS d’ya think yer’ doin’, askin’ me ter’ come out here again!? I paid my part of the bargai–”

Hold on, you interject as calmly as you can, what does he mean ‘again’?

“Zackally what it sounds like ‘again’ means, again!’” He sputters in growing disbelief! “I dropped off the ‘toy’ like you asked me to, an’ I barely got back to the shop when ye come in an’ tell me ta’ pick it up an’ move it!” You hear something jingle near his cloak pocket. “So here I am movin’ it! Bright-eyed bastard…”

“H-hang on,” Volka stammers as her claw returns to her blade’s grip, “He did? Morook?”

“No! Some completely identically yeller-eyed Chytree that knew about our arrangement did!” Scoffs the Gnok with growing unease! “YES, HIM!

You and Volka exchange a worried glance while Rezzie merely stands there with the usual frown. Look, you quietly begin, whoever came to him, it wasn’t you.

Obber looks ready to dispute that claim, but after searching your steely gaze for a moment, his anger gives way to something else…

Concern. Yep, that’s the one.

“Wh-” He grunts as his eyes flit around the alleyway, “Th-then..”

Silencing him with a sharp hiss, you cautiously turn around to find the alley bare behind you! Unsure of what the game is, you know one thing for certain: you probably have a moment or two before the puppet master realizes you know something’s up!

What do?
>Send Rezzie to scout!
>Run for the canal!
>Address whoever’s watching you… if there IS someone!
>Double back deeper into the alley Obber came from!
>Make a distraction!
>Write-In!
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>>6325759
>Send Rezzie to scout!
GO GO GADGET DEMON THING
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>>6325759
>Send Rezzie to scout!
REZZIE, LISTEN. LISTEN REZZIE. IF YOU GET HIM IN 15 MINUTES OR LESS, WE'LL LET YOU EAT **ALL** THE GUTS YOU WANT.
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>>6325765
>WE'LL LET YOU EAT **ALL** THE GUTS YOU WANT
Damnit anon, now she's gonna be too full for dinner.
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>>6325766
It's worth it, trust me, fifty million IQ play here.
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>>6325767
It's not gonna be worth it when she spoils her appettite.
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>>6325761
>>6325765
>REZZIIEEEEEEE
Yea guys I don't wanna railroad but Rezalith's totally gonna ruin her appetite and won't want ANY dinner

HERE GOES SOMETHING!
>Roll me 1d100-2 (+5 Devil Senses, +4 Ranger Senses, -4 Unideal Positioning, -2 Loud Obber, -5 They know how you work now) to see how Rezzie does! Best o' three!
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Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>6325829
Roll
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Rolled 98 - 2 (1d100 - 2)

>>6325829
I sincerely doubt Rezzie will ever, ever turn down the opportunity to eat someone.
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>>6325870
The dice seem to agree.
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Rolled 33 (1d100)

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>>6325833
>>6325870
>>6325884
Yea okay it looks like bribing Rezzie with treats works. Will write this bad boy up midday on Friday! Thanks for playing, all!
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No time to think on it–you’re encased by buildings and there’s only one way back out to the canal! For the briefest of moments you sense a flicker of magic activating above you, and that’s all the info you need to make your move!

Rezalith, you bark in a firm, but hushed tone, can-

“Yea, yea… ‘Stay quiet, don’t touch anything’, blah blah bl-EEH?!”

You cut the diminutive devil’s regularly-scheduled sarcasm short by placing your claws on her shoulders! Rezalith, you repeat as your eyes lock with hers, can she check the rooftops for enemies?

“Y-yea…” She mutters, unsure how to respond.

And if they’re an enemy, you continue, eyes glowing brighter with every word, you want her to–

You’ve never seen Rezalith light up like she does at that moment, but when she does, well…

It’s almost endearing?

S-say it…

Eliminate them, you add with a hint of satisfaction in your voice! However she sees fit!

The girl freezes for a moment… her face frozen and her expression perplexed as she tries to puzzle out the obligatory catch in your request… but once she realizes there is none, well…

“Give ‘em Hell, Rez!”

Volka’s encouragement is all the permission she needs! Taking to the sky with a menacing cackle, the demon is immediately beset by a hail of the same sharp-edged Slinger Darts you nearly got acquainted with back on Smith Street!

“HELLS!” Sputters Obber as he slips behind Volka for cover, “They’re gonna tear her ta’ shreds up there!”

No, you reply with a smile in your voice, not exactly!

https://youtu.be/go_imOL6wgw
Rezalith’s taken to flying in the darkness rather well–twirling through the cloud of darts as gracefully as a barbwinged Shuuk, the demon dives towards one of the unseen shooters with menace in her eyes!

A panicked shriek rings out across the alleyway as you sense the shattering of a magical shield, followed by another sequence of wet, unintelligible cries and a few other noises you’d rather not describe! Showered by a gory mist, you dart further down the alley as a few darts embed themselves into the pavement at your feet!

“Think she can handle it by herself?” Volka asks as the sound of roaring flames rip across the rooftops followed by terse, foreign orders! Duuric, you think as you wind up your Slinger and load a few darts of your own, pity you never learned the language.

The language quirk Anton received when summoned could probably decipher what they’re saying, but you get the feeling it isn’t anything important. Still, there sounds like there’s an awful lot of them up there… and while some Snipers focus on the flying fiend, you know it’s only a matter of time before they draw a bead on you and the other landwalkers…
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>>6326085
What do?
>Encourage Rezzie some more!
>Cover fire from below! Suppress the Snipers!
>Try to find a way up with Volka!
>Sibling Sling! Have Volka toss you to the rooftops!
>Escape in the chaos!
>Write-In!
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>>6326086
>Sibling Sling! Have Volka toss you to the rooftops!
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>>6326085
>Sibling Sling! Have Volka toss you to the rooftops!
TRUST IN THE FLOW.
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>Sibling Sling! Have Volka toss you to the rooftops!
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>>6326086
>Sibling Sling! Have Volka toss you to the rooftops!
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>>6326088
>>6326089
>>6326162
>>6326166
>SUPER SIBLING SLING!

Damn, lookit that synergy! Can't promise a wealth of updates today given it's Spooky Time, but we'll see what we can do!
>Roll me 1d100+2 (+5 Volka Strength, +3 Snipers 'Suppressed', -4 Uncertain Landing, -2 Nasty Snipers) to see how you land! Best of 3!
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Rolled 68 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>6326180
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Rolled 30 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>6326180
AIEEEEEEEE
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Rolled 69 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>6326180
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>>6326192
>69
>on a sibling roll
What did the dice mean by this?
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>>6326196
71, anon. For our sanity, it must be read as a 71.
oh god they're stepsiblings too
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>>6326200
MOROOK ONII-CHAN I'M STUCK
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>>6326181
>>6326182
>>6326192
>HIGHEST ROLL: 71!
... I go to buy some candy corn for one minute and I come back to DEGENERACY. You'd better all find a corner and think about what you've done while I write...
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>>6326213
Are you telling me Morook doesn't hug his imouto? For shame...
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>>6326221
Of course he hugs her, even Morook knows Volka gives the best hugs. She's like a twelve-foot scale-covered teddy bear
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Rezalith’s a tough one–fast too–but you remember all too well what these Snipers were packing during your last dance! Another dart slamming into the floor next to your boot is all the proof you need to confirm what you already know: they’re dipped in BEDCAP. One prick from those will paralyze you for hours… and two or three will take down even the toughest Skog!

You’re not sure how many they’ll need for Rezzie, but you don’t plan on giving them a chance! Whipping your head around to your scale-clad sibling, the words come out of your mouth almost on instinct!

Volka! SIBLING STRIKE TWENTY-THREE!

The Skog’s eyes light up as if a spell was just broken! “RIGHT!”

Muscle memory kicks in as you curl into a ball while Obber watches in naked confusion! Before can ask or anyone can get shot, Volka lumbers over and scoops you into her empty hand before skidding around the corner and into the center of the fray!

Darts shower the ground around you both as Volka’s powerful legs pound across the paved road! Reaching terminal velocity just as a cackling Rezalith strafes another rooftop with Hellfire, you press your Slinger close to your chest and inhale as your sister brings her arm back like a catapult…

She skids to a halt. Always does. Your breath leaves your mouth just as you feel your body leave Volka’s arm, and with the grace of a Glaivehead carving through a Winter current you sail through the air and scan for targets!

The Snipers on the roof you’re headed towards are too busy trying to tag Volka to notice you–silly mistake for a pack of cold-blooded mobsters, but they won’t live to regret it. It’s a good thing you coiled your Slinger before your flight–while Volka pirouettes and weaves through the Slinger storm you aim your weapon at your first quarry…

SLLLUNK!

The dart sails from your Slinger like a leaf on the wind–you filed the trigger down yourself, after all. Though you didn’t have time to coat your darts, it doesn’t matter much–your shot strikes true and…

Hm. Not quite. You weren’t wrong earlier–Rezalith’s flames definitely wreaked havoc on a few magical shields. Unfortunately for you your target wasn’t one of them! Nevertheless, your shot wasn’t totally meaningless–a burst of magical resonance tickles your jaws as you load another dart… and by the time you’ve spun your Slinger for another shot, you can hear your target struggling to contain their heavy breathing as they pick themselves back onto their feet!

SLUUUNK!

They try to dodge, of course–even with the moss padding on your weapon it still makes a considerable bit of noise when firing–but you don’t go hunting without expecting the game to bolt. Your dart hits its mark a few strides away from where the Sniper began, and your reward is a pitiful yelp followed by one of your would-be assassins tumbling onto their face!

>CONTD.
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You know this, of course, because you land right next to them. Your boots muffle your arrival, but the other Snipers are definitely on the alert now! A well-timed swoop from Rezalith, however, puts their search for you on hold–great timing, too, because you know all-too-well that Durher Snipers never work solo.

There’s a Spotter nearby, you’re certain of it!

Ducking behind some bulky machine, you spin your Slinger as quietly as you can before a peculiar noise rings out from the other side of your cover!

Gurgling. It’s weak, but still audible. The Durher’s dead, no doubt about that, but the shot wasn’t clean–if they keep making noise they’re bound to draw their partner.

The question is, do you shut them up now? The rules are the same here as they are in the wilds: Noise is death…

What do?
>Shoot them from cover. Quiet.
>Get close and finish them off with your Ankle Dagger.
>Let them gurgle. See if it’ll attract their Spotter.
>Throw something–try to lure another Durher into your sights!
>Write-In!
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>>6326244
>Throw something–try to lure another Durher into your sights!
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>>6326244
So much for "Lamplighters never kill," huh? Well, desperate circumstances...

>Throw something–try to lure another Durher into your sights!
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>>6326265
Hohoho, Morook ain't a Lamplighter!

Also those are Rubber Darts, or something
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>>6326267
Gurgling in his own blood? Uhh, no, Morook just sent him TO THE DUNGEON
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>>6326244
>Throw something–try to lure another Durher into your sights!
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>>6326244
>Throw something–try to lure another Durher into your sights!
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>>6326250
>>6326265
>>6326410
>>6326415
>THROW SOMETHING!
>Roll me 1d100+3 (+5 Ranger Senses, +3 Snipers 'Suppressed', -2 Uncertain terrain, -3 Trained Snipers) to see how effective your trick is! Best of 3!
>>6326276
Morook sent that second-rate Sniper with a second-rate Slinger to the SHADOW REALM
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Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>6326479
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Rolled 35 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>>6326479
Watch and learn.
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That one anon who always pines for more failure must be having a blast, kek...
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>>6326491
i am, thank you very much :-)
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>>6326480
>>6326481
>>6326490
>HIGHEST ROLL: 42!
Welp, time to kill everyone. Writing!
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The winning move, as you’re already aware of, is to make some noise! Far away from your hiding spot, but just within your firing range! Scooping up a hefty chunk of debris off the ground courtesy of Rezzie’s rampage, you ready your Slinger in your other claw before lobbing your stony distraction a few strides away!

It bounces once. Twice. Rolls for a second or two… and then?

Nothing. It’s hard to tell if it was even heard over the sound of Rezalith tearing apart the burning roof across from you and everything on it, but if you could hear the pebble then surely a Durher co-

You almost don’t sense it–lingering magic at your back! With too little room to shoot, all you can do is whip around just in time to feel a thin blade rake across your lower back!

A muttered curse confirms what you already know: you’ve got company! Small, angry-eyed, Durher company, that is! He might’ve whiffed the first stab, but that doesn’t stop the Sniper for long–a flurry of swipes encroaches upon you as you back away and dodge using the sound of the blade for guidance! It keeps you from getting stabbed, of course, but every moment you spend dodging is one you don’t spend drawing your own blade!

Feeling your back press against a wall, you seize the opportunity and kick off the surface to deliver a kick at the furball’s face! They duck it, of course, but you use the opportunity to hop over their blade and escape the corner!

Stooping low to retrieve your close-quarters weapon, a hiss escapes your mouth as you feel the Durher’s knife scrape the chitin just below your left eye! Punishing the attempt with a headbutt to his skull, you groan inwardly as the Spice Carteler shields his face with his forearms and whips at your eyes again with his tail!

Ducking below the attack, you use the opportunity to draw your blade and slash at the Sniper–it’s a bit too slow and wide to connect, but it buys you some distance… and distance is what you need the most!

Squaring up with blades drawn, the two of you circle each other like two Makaar fighting over a fresh kill… the footing is fraught with bits of rubble and puddles of molten glass and metal, but neither one of you seems keen on making any mistakes!

For a while you let your blades do the talking–and you hate to admit it, but this Durher’s got some moves! Even your quietest movements are picked up long before they land, and it takes every ounce of concentration you have to hear where his strikes are coming from!

You kick some rubble his way–he sidesteps it! He ducks below your blade? You slam the guard into his cheek! You snatch him up by the ears? He BITES!

You’re almost ready to call it a draw when you hear it–the flapping of massive wings and the uncanny tingling of infernal magic forming above you! You and the Sniper’s eyes both dart away for a second to see what’s happening, though you already have a hunch…

>CONTD.
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>>6326640
KYAAAAAAHAHAHA!!!! BEST! DAY! EVERRRR!!!!

It’s going to be your LAST day ever if Rezzie torches your rooftop again! You indulge in an inward sigh of relief–it’s Rezalith! She knows you’re not an enemy! She’ll put the flames away once she sees you…

Um.

Okay, the flames in her hands aren’t dissipating. You and the Sniper exchange a concerned glance as the happy hellion prepares to flash-fry the rooftop!

>Roll me 1d100-2 (+5 Ranger Senses, +3 Forester’s Footwork, -3 Panicked Sniper, -7 I Love The Smell of Hellfire In The Morning…) to GET OUTTA THERE! Best of 3!
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Rolled 9 - 2 (1d100 - 2)

>>6326641
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Rolled 23 - 2 (1d100 - 2)

>>6326641
I AWAKEN.
WATCH THIS
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Rolled 26 - 2 (1d100 - 2)

>>6326641
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Rolled 90 - 2 (1d100 - 2)

>>6326641
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>>6326784
Just a few seconds too late
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>>6326644
>>6326779
>>6326783
>HIGHEST ROLL: 24!
Watched. Writing~
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Taking a brief time out from killing each other, the two of you break into a sprint as the fiend flies your way with a rooftop’s-worth of Hellfire in her claws! It doesn’t stay there long, however–manic laughter echoes across the rooftops as Rezalith unleashes her fiendish fury, setting the area around you ablaze in a festival of flames!

You don’t know why you get so poetic in life-or-death situations. Curious.

In any case, the rubble at your feet doesn’t slow you down much–the years you spent chasing game through the wilderness made for good practice! Neck-and-neck with your opponent, the two of you barely exchange a glance as another Sniper sails over your heads and down to the street below!

With luck Volka will catch them, but-

SPLRKKKCKSH!

… Guess not.

Hurdling a chunk of hissing metal, you can’t help but stumble a bit as the building beneath you quakes under the Hellish assault! Imminent death is pretty motivating, and with one last burst of speed you reach the edge of the rooftop, take a steadying breath as the world slows down around you…

And LEAP!

It’s not a leap of faith–not exactly. Amidst the chaos and carnage around you, you heard the flames and the ‘fwiip’ of Slinger darts from the adjoining rooftop long before you leapt! Landing’s gonna be the tricky part!

Listening to the way the wind changes as you descend towards the next building, you tuck and roll just in time to cushion the fall–your chitin protecting you from most of the burning and melted debris!

Coming to a rolling stop just by the edge of the new rooftop, your opponent skids to a halt next to you as well–their light and fuzzy frame barely making a sound on impact! Before hostilities can resume, the two of you turn back towards your old battleground and watch in wide-eyed shock as the whole building crumbles into a burning ruin! Meeting eyes with the Sniper, the two of you pause for a moment before sharing a relieved laugh!

The moment passes when the Durher delivers a surprisingly-powerful tackle to your center of mass that sends you tumbling over the side of the building. Fair, honestly. As you tumble through the ash-choked air like the Sniper you heard splattering on the pavement just a few moments before, your mind wanders to a not-as-pressing issue:

Where’s Obber in all this? Does he have the bomb?

Oh right, you’re falling to your death. Right on cue, however, you feel a pair of musclebound and scaly arms snatch you out of certain doom’s clutches!

“HaHA!” Volka exclaims with a triumphant grin, “Hadja’ scared, didn’t I?”

Terrified, you laconically reply. What happened to the other one who fell?

“Oh, her?” Volka asks, her eyes darting over to the alley where you left Obber, “I caught her too! Just takin’ a nap!”

… You heard something splatter...

>CONTD.
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>>6326891
“Oh yea… they had some kinda jam jar in their cloak.” The Skog stammers as she strides back over to cover with you in tow, “Can’t kill on an empty stomach, I guess!”

So true…

As you return to the alleyway, Obber The Machinist greets you with the usual wide-eyed and incredulous glare.

“Damn it all, I shoulda’ crushed my head back in me Workshop! The Hells’re we supposed ta’ do now!?”

Good question, you remark as Volka gingerly places you next to the snoring Sniper on the ground, Rezalith’s already torched a building, so it might not hurt to leave before reinforcements ar-

As if on cue, a fleet of the creaking, hissing contraptions that nearly intercepted you all before near Smith Street skid into the alley! Boots pour out of the vehicles like Tottas escaping a sinking ship, and a few of the owners grab your attention immediately:

No sooner do they squeeze out from the contraption’s cramped confines do a pair of Skogs take turns stabbing each other with blades! A look of growing concern etches into Volka’s eyes as the Skogs begin to tremble and froth at the mouth!

“Mor…” She stammers as you watch their pupils shrink, “They’re going Berserk…”

You noticed. Even as Rezzie strafes the convoy with a volley of flames, the Skogs and their Slinger-strapped supporters barely react! Before YOU can react, you feel the Tinkerer shove a hastily-wrapped package into your arms!

“Ye want it so bad!? THERE! Now get me outta’ here!”

Easier said than done–the Spicys have the exit alleyway blocked now, and Rezalith’s still busy melting the Snipers above! The reinforcements don’t seem keen on talking, either…

What do?
>Steal a vehicle!
>Have Rezzie make you an escape route!
>Introduce these City Slickers to NATURE! FRUUM CALL!
>Have Volka smash a way through!
>Try to find a way back to the rooftops!
>Write-In!
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>>6326892
>Introduce these City Slickers to NATURE! FRUUM CALL!
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>>6326892
>Introduce these City Slickers to NATURE! FRUUM CALL!
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>>6326892
>>Introduce these City Slickers to NATURE! FRUUM CALL!
KILL.
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>>6326905
>>6326906
>>6326958
>FRUUUUUUUM!
Oh shit son
>Roll me 1d100-1 (+7 Nature Knowledge, +2 Rezzie Support, -10 Inferior Numbers) to spook 'em! Best of 3!
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Rolled 3 - 1 (1d100 - 1)

>>6326986
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>>6326986
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>>6326986
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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>>6326995
>>6326998
>>6327002
>HIGHEST ROLL: 77!
Writing! Later today, that is! Happy Monday, all!
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This is their turf you’re on, that’s for certain, but despite all of their city-slickin’ there’s one thing you’d bet they’ve never had to tangle with…

Vol, you mutter hastily under your breath, follow your lead!

You put your plan into motion long before your sister can assent. Good thing, too–those Skogs are about two seconds away from flying off the handle! But if they’re too angry to think clearly…

Spreading your jaws as far as they’ll go, you gather a menacing gurgle in your gullet before letting loose with a fierce, rumbling cry into the city sky that bounces around the cul-de-sac with a beastly timbre!

The surrounding buildings prove to be more useful than you’d thought–even burning, they still manage to amplify your voice, turning an admittedly-second-rate Fruum call into a roar that even manages to get Rezalith’s attention! While the Cartel reinforcements falter for a moment, their berserkers react like any beast would! Gnashing their teeth and stomping in response, the Skogs shower the alley with drool as their glowing eyes dart around in a vain attempt to locate the threat!

Amidst the confusion, one lucky rooftop sniper takes the opportunity to draw a bead on Obber… not that you notice outright, of course… It's only after you hear the dart slip from their Slinger far above that you realize what’s happening!

And that’s all the berserkers need to ply their trade!

Something about the noise sets them off, prompting the two tusked titans to tackle each other like a pair of Niiski fighting over a mate! Most of the reinforcements dart out of the way, but a few unlucky mobsters are caught in the clash and are subsequently bowled over!

One of the contraptions they came in on goes next–while the wrestling match rages past the parked vehicles, the non-berserk baddies take aim your way! By the time they prepare to fire, however, you’re already three steps ahead!

What do!?
>Run for it!
>Use the confusion to assault the Cartel goons!
>Steal a vehicle!
>Slip back the way you came and hide somewhere until they leave!
>Write-In!

Sorry for the wait, all--remember when I said I didn't think I was getting sick? I think I might be getting sick. Pardon my slowness in advance!
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>>6327470
>Run for it!
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>>6327470
>Steal a vehicle!
Asset acquired,
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>>6327470
>Steal a vehicle!
YOU'RE GETTING SICK? WE MUST DO SOMETHING SICK.
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>>6327470
>Steal a vehicle!
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>>6327471
>RUN, SCOOB!
>>6327524
>>6327529
>>6327627
>GRAND THEFT AUTO: UMBERAL
Will write it up later today! Pardon the wait!
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>>6327738
No worries, QM. I hope you're feeling better?
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>>6327743
A little! Takin' 'er easy for now, but thanks for the concern
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Your legs carry you on swift, long strides towards the nearest Cartel Member before leaping into the air! Hurtling towards the Slinger like a glowing-eyed missile, you deliver a dropkick into their center of mass that sends them flying across the pavement!

Luckily Volka gets the message you don’t have time to send–loping over with the comatose Carteller slung over one shoulder and a very befuddled Mechanist over the other, a cheeky grin spreads across the Skog’s face as…

… she too dropkicks a Durher, this one skipping across the alley like a rock across a pond!

“Safe travels!”

Vol, you hiss as the berserk Skogs barrel through another squad of Snipers, the contraption! Taking a moment to weigh your words, an apology creeps into your sister’s expression as The Machinist’s face lights up from her shoulder!

“Oh! Good call, Mor!”

It doesn’t take long for you to understand why Obber’s so excited–as the three of you–err, four if you count your hostage–scramble over to the nearest, non-tipped-over vehicle, the Gnok wastes no time in slipping into what you assume is the driver’s seat!

“GET IN!” He roars, prompting the Spice Cartel to riddle the gizmo with Slinger Darts, “NOW!”

“OI!” Snarls a Sniper as he fires a shot just over your head, “THAT’S OURS!”

Not for long, you reply with a flicker in your eye! Slipping into a shockingly-comfortable leather seat next to the Gnok, you can’t help but wince at the sudden sound of shrieking metal above your head!

“Sorry!” Volka chirps as she hefts what remains of the vehicle’s roof like a shield, “Ain’t built for tight spaces!”

Before you can slam the door shut, one of the Cartel Goons has the bright idea of holding it open!

SIXFACE says ‘hiya’, cree-”

‘Hiya’, you reply back as you deliver a firm chop to their throat! Falling to the ground in a gagging heap, they do little to stop you as some unknown gadget roars to life on the front of the vehicle, causing the whole thing to tremble!

“H-hey…” Volka stammers as she fends off a few more darts with her new shield, “You know how ta’ use one of these things, yea?”

“Not at all!” Cackles The Machinist as you feel the ‘thing’ move beneath you! “Hang onto something!”

The contraption screeches out of the alleyway just as Rezalith bombards it with fresh Hellfire! Through some divine providence The Machinist doesn’t manage to crash the damn thing either, and by the time you skid back out Canalside you can already feel your claws trembling from how FAST you’re going!

“Hells, Hells, Hells…” Grumbles the Gnok as your ride weaves back and forth like a drunk on their way home, “How’s a man supposed ter’ navigate this derned thing…”

As if on cue, a disembodied voice fills the cabin!

’TekNav online! Where can I direct you today?’

>CONTD.
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>>6327882
A dart embeds itself in the back of your seat with a muffled, but menacing ‘thmp!’ prompting The Machinist to glance your way with a pleading stare!

ANYWHERE BUT HERE!

A garbled squawk echoes through the cabin in response!

’Understood! Next stop: Umberal Skyrail Station! Please follow the Directional Taps to-’

Your driver doesn’t pay attention to the instructions, not that you blame him much–no sooner did you escape the alley ambush do three other Cartel Contraptions dart out after you–each one filled to the brim with hardfaced hoods!

Speeding around the corner, it doesn’t take long for you and your pursuers to CRASH into one of Umberal’s busy thoroughfares, much to the crowds of pedestrian’s chagrin!

“M-move!” Sputters Volka as Obber straightens the vehicle out, “L-Lamplighter Business! Nothing to worry about!”

As your pursuers gain on you, the left side of the vehicle emits a series of rapid taps strong enough to make your eyes rattle!

“GUH!?”

Recoiling on instinct, Obber The Machinist makes a hard right, causing the contraption to crash through some kind of-

FRUUUUUUIT CAAAAARRT!” Sputters Volka as she wipes the fresh-squeezed juice from her eyes!

’Wrong Way~Please follow the Directional Taps!’

“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TER’ DO, WOMAN!” Snarls the Gnok as he slaps a claw against the driver’s wheel!

’Acknowledged. TekNav disabled. Drive safe!’ The voice scarcely disappears before your getaway vehicle crashes through another vendor stall-

“OOH! Meat skewers!” Chirps Volka as she stuffs a few in her mouth, “Keeb hitting thosh!”

“ACK!” Babbles the Boilermaker, “D-DO TELL ME WHAT TER’ DO! PLEASE!”

As the TekNav comes back to life with a chime, your pursuers approach from behind!

“No fair!” Volka snarls as she preemptively raises her roof shield to bear, “We’re the ones blazing a trail an’ they just hafta’ follow us!”

It’s bad, you reply with a shrug, but you might be able to use it to your advantage too! Leaning in to address where you think the TekNav’s voice comes from, you announce that you’re gonna need directions to somewhere ELSE!

’Where can I direct you today?’

Well?
>The Canal! Let’s see how well they drive next to some water!
>Smith Street–lots of Industrial equipment there, you remember…
>Crystalmelt Lodge! Those mountain trails can be awfully treacherous!
>Just find me a (Write-In a place you could lose these mooks in!)
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>>6327887
>Smith Street–lots of Industrial equipment there, you remember…
We will trick them into running into some poor wagies carrying a giant sheet of glass across the street
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>>6327887
>Smith Street–lots of Industrial equipment there, you remember…
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>>6327887
>Smith Street–lots of Industrial equipment there, you remember…
BREAK THEM WITH OUR MACHINES....
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>>6327887
>Smith Street–lots of Industrial equipment there, you remember…
Leading them right back to Crystalmelt seems like an awful idea, and >>6327897 is as good an idea as any other.
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>>6327882
Wow, Bones that Tekcruiser looks pretty cool
>>6327887
>Smith Street–lots of Industrial equipment there, you remember…
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>>6327897
>>6327906
>>6327937
>>6327941
>>6328085
>SMITH STREEEEEEEEETTT!
Writing later!
>>6328085
Preorder the Official Dark Quest Concept Art Book now to get this and MORE!
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Smith Street, you answer in a much calmer tone than the first time, Industrial Sector!

You’re about to ask your driver if there even is an Industrial Sector near Smith Street when your navigator responds with a cheery blip!

’Understood! Next st-’

The confirmation is cut short by a chunk of vendor stall crashing onto the road next to you! Stealing a glance behind the vehicle, you watch in shock and awe as a pair of familiar glowing eyes and drool-spackled teeth gain on your getaway gizmo!

“Crud!” Volka exclaims as the tusked terror gets closer, “Berserkers are here, Mor… and they’ll be able ta’ catch up, believe me!”

You never doubted her! Poking your head out the side of the cruiser with your Slinger at the ready, you confirm what Volka already did for you:

Both Skogzerkers are hot on your tail and catching up by the second! Most of the pedestrians manage to dart out of the way, but the ones who aren’t so lucky are torn from the path and hucked your way as projectile weapons! Even worse, three cruisers full of Spicy Slingers make up the rear!

“We’re never gonna make it ta’ Smith Street at dis’ rate!” Whines The Machinist as a Durher lands on the front of the vehicle with a muffled ‘oof’ before rolling off the side! “Do somethin’!”

He’s not wrong–between the bystander bombardments your ride is still being peppered by Slinger Darts… and if they’re loaded up with the same paralytic agent the Snipers used, you and the others won’t be able to shrug it off!

Weaving through the marketplace in a vain attempt at following the TekNav’s tapped directions, you send a furtive glance skyward–no sign of Rezzie yet! Hey, you remark as another dart punctures your seat from behind, what ARE we going to do about Rezalith?

“Oh, don’t worry ‘bout her!” Volka laughs as a few more darts and a young Chytree bounce off of her ceiling shield, “She always tracks us down–she’ll come around once she’s had her fun!”

You just hope she does before you get ripped to shreds, you laconically reply. In any case, you’re on your own for now, and the Teksouls you speed past don’t seem keen on interrupting the chase! It all falls down to you…

You need TIME! How do you slow ‘em down!?
>Hit the brakes! It’ll ding up the cruiser a bit, but it’ll surprise your pursuers when they slam into it!
>They want to throw pedestrians? Volka–give ‘em a taste of their own medicine!
>Slinger time! Focus on the drivers!
>Slinger! Try to disable the Skogs!
>You just smashed through two market stalls–surely there’s something you can use here as an obstacle…
>Write-In!
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>>6328245
>Slinger! Try to disable the Skogs!
>>Use some of the paralytic darts stuck in our upholstery
After all, "One prick from those will paralyze you for hours… and two or three will take down even the toughest Skog!"
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>>6328362
+1
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>>6328245
>Slinger! Try to disable the Skogs!
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>>6328362
>>6328366
>>6328368
>SLINGER THOSE SKOGS!
>PARALYTIC DARTS!
Nice thinking, anon! That'll only help you when I ask you to...

>ROLL ME 1d100+2 (+4 Ranger Senses, +3 Paradarts, +2 Big Targets, -5 Berserk Skogs, -2 Slinger Suppressed!) to stun those Skogs! Best of 3!
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Rolled 5 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>6328373
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Rolled 27 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>6328373
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Rolled 82 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>6328373
Oh god, these rolls...
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>>6328515
At least you saved us
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>>6328374
>>6328502
>>6328515
>HIGHEST ROLL: 84!
Drat, and here I was so excited about KILLING EVERYONE... okay, writing...
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Volka can handle the shooters… probably. She seems to be having fun deflecting their darts, at least. A few shots slip by her shield and slam into the chassis around you, however, which startles you at first…

… but also gives you an idea!

Plucking what you can from the mess of bent and broken darts around you, you manage to scrounge up about FIVE BEDCAP DARTS! You can probably fix a few of them in a bit, but for now, well…

You’ve got some HUNTING to do!

Loading a recycled dart into your Slinger, you zero-in on the closest Skog to your getaway vehicle. Not that it’s difficult, of course–berserk Skogs might be stronger than a Mother Fruum and twice as vicious, but stealth isn’t really their specialty!

The glowing eyes make for a good landmark–drawing a bead between those, you methodically trace downwards to where the neck meets the head, making sure to adjust a bit in case your quarry has an unkempt mane, of course.

The tip of the throat–the Skog sweet spot. You’d learned it long ago wrestling Volka for the last piece of Solemnday Salt Candy–tough as they are, even Skogs have some soft spots… and while that fiasco culminated with you frantically apologizing to a sobbing Volka for hours, this one might just end on a good note!

Your claw tugs against the trigger–not too hard, of course, just enough to ready the shot–and with a firm exhale you poke your head out the side of the cruiser and let the dart fly!

You don’t even wait to see if it hits its mark before loading another dart–the Spice Cartel shooters catch on to your game almost immediately, so much so that one of their cruisers slips between you and your Skog target before opening fire once more! The plan’s abandoned long before it matures, however–still berserk, your quarry body slams his allies out of the way before renewing the chase!

Another dart sails past the flurry directed at you, and while your first shot got no confirmation, the second one does! A pained bellow rings out from behind you as the Skog visibly staggers… but it’s just like you said before: Skogs don’t go down that easily, especially when they’re raging!

Another dart whizzes past your eye as you lean out to take another shot. Then another! And ANOTHER! Ducking back inside, you feel a few more darts puncture the back of your seat and sigh–what is this thing made of?

You’ll find out later. As the cruiser skids around a corner, you spot your Skog as they lope after you panting profusely. With the other cruisers still around the bend, you take a gamble and take a shot!

Time slows to a crawl–for the Skog at least–as your dart finds its mark: three bullseyes, you think as the tusked titan’s gait becomes sluggish, not bad!

>CONTD.
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With a baleful groan, the pursuer stumbles to the side of the road and lands in a heap next to what seems to be a pair of Durhers! The smaller one, a female, you assume, stiffens in fear as the Skog’s eyes become clearer.

“AAAAIIIIEEE!!!! MOSSORI, HEEEEELP! A SKOOOOOG!”

Wha… where am I…?” Mutters the Skog, more confused than anything!

GET AWAY FROM MY MATE, YOU BOOZE-SWILLING BRUTE!

You’re too far away to watch the aftermath, but the tingle of magic you feel in your eyes tells you that Durher was a mage… Your theory’s confirmed when an arcane eruption rocks the street behind you and an unidentified limb slams against your ride!

“W-well!” Stammers Volka as she gingerly nudges the Skog scrap onto the road with her tail, “G-guess these Umberalans incant first and ask questions later…”

Guess so, you shrug as you steal a glance at the still-comatose Sniper hostage Volka threw in the back. Better him than us.

“... Right…”

’Approaching Smith Street Industrial Zone~’ chirps the TekNav as the acrid smell of smoke and burning steel hits you like a wood paddle!

“Now what!?” Grunts Obber The Machinist as he accelerates! “And before ya’ ask, NO, we ain’t hiding out in my workshop!”

You weren’t going to suggest that, you fire back with a hint of ire in your tone, y-

Your answer is cut short by a volley of darts whizzing over your head as your pursuers resume the chase–minus one Skog! Returning fire with your Slinger, you try not to fall out the side of the vehicle as Obber makes a hard right down a bumpy, foul-smelling road!

You can feel your brain rattling around in your head as the cruiser clatters across what might just be the worst path you’ve ever blazed… and you’ve climbed the Skyraker Range! To make matters worse, it isn’t long before you feel the vehicle begin to slow down…

“Scheckt!” Snarls Obber as he slams his fists on the steering wheel, “Road’s full of it!”

As he struggles to get you out of the gunk, you watch in growing concern as the Cartel Cruisers skid onto a parallel road and prepare for a broadside attack! The remaining berserker, however, has no qualms about following you into the muck, nor does he seem too inconvenienced trudging through it with raw fury in his burning eyes!

“Mor!” Volka whines as her eyes dance between the shooters lining up their shots on the perimeter of the scheckt pit and the approaching berserker, “Any ideas!?”

A few, yea… you only have TWO BEDCAP DARTS, but the cruiser’s still moving… albeit slower than before! If you could knock the Skog over, he might have trouble freeing himself…

What do?
>Back the cruiser into the Skog!
>Volka, wrestle him!
>Distract him, Volka! You’ll gather some more darts!
>Lure him into the crossfire yourself!
>Dip some darts in scheckt–then fill his face with ‘em!
>Write-In!
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>>6328760
>Distract him, Volka! You’ll gather some more darts!
>Dip some darts in scheckt–then fill his face with ‘em!
Both? Both.
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>>6328848
+1
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>>6328848
>>6328850
>VOLKA, DISTRACTION!
>SCHECKT DARTS!
So be it! But first... a QUESTION:
Are you guys trying to use the distraction to get more BEDCAP PARALYTIC DARTS, or are you using the distraction to cover the Berserker's face in Scheckt Goo?

Whatever it is...
>Roll me 2d100! 1 for Volka, one for darts! I'll do the math on my end...
>ROLL 1:+0 (+5 Skog Strength!, +4 Volka Footwork, -7 BESERK SKOG!, -2 Sniper Suppressed!)
>ROLL 2:+1 (+4 Ranger Senses, +2 Scheckt Darts, +2 Big Target, -5 Berserk Skog, -2 Sniper Suppressed!)
Best of 3 Rolls! Will probably write the update tomorrow!
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Rolled 20, 68 = 88 (2d100)

>>6328908
THE FIRST EVER CHECK TO HAVE DOUBLE NAT 1S
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Rolled 70, 84 = 154 (2d100)

>>6328908
Goo-darts seems more immediately practical, while Volka run inetrception. That was my intent, at least.
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Rolled 97, 58 = 155 (2d100)

>>6328908
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>>6328925
>HIGHEST ROLLS: 97 & 85!
Well shit, okay! Like I said, I'll write the update later on Friday, but let me know if you plan on using the distraction any differently otherwise I'm just gonna roll with >>6328916 ' s rad plan.

>>6328915
>double nat 1's
Not today, Satan
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Your mind races as you struggle to put a plan together–Volka’s shielding has done a good job of keeping you from being skewered, but if you had to choose between what to get rid of first, you’d pick the berserker any day! Your encounters with them have been thankfully slim and for good reason–you know exactly what a berserk Skog is capable of in close quarters…

One thing’s for certain: the results are never pretty!

Vol, you shout as you take a handful of fresh darts from your pack, stall him! Your half-sister reacts about as well as you expect:

“Leave it ta’ me, Mor!”

What did you do to deserve her? Leaping off the back of the cruiser with the roof in tow, Volka lands in the scheckt seep with a dull ‘splutch’ as a few more darts ding off her makeshift shield! Giving it a few lovetaps to get her berserk counterpart’s attention, she strides through the muck between her opponent and the cruiser while keeping the shield ready to deflect!

She doesn’t have to wait for long–the berserker rushes her immediately with wide eyes and flared lips! Lunging at your sister, the Skog nearly stumbles as she effortlessly pirouettes out of the way… but not before a trio of darts whizz past her head!

If she’s worried, she does a good job of not showing it–while she dances around her new partner and Obber tries his best to keep the cruiser rolling, you begin dipping your darts in the ooze! It’s slow-going as you try not to get any goo on the dart shafts, and the potshots taken at your eyes don’t help either, but by the time a dart nearly clips your throat you duck back into your ride with a clawful of GOO DARTS!

Is it enough? You’ll have to see! Aiming in the direction of the rampaging ruffian, you line up your Slinger as best you can on the berserker’s face! If you can just sink one of these into his mou-

CLANG!

Hold that thought. Ducking just in time to avoid another volley of darts from the cruisers across the scheckt from you, your hesitation is met with the usual compliments from The Machinist!

DO SOMETHIIIIING!

You’ll have to thank him for all the encouragement later. As another round of darts riddle the side of the cruiser, you rise into a firing position just as the Skog seems to get the better of your sister!

DUCK!

It’s a good thing the berserker isn’t in his right mind right now, and even better that Volka is! Ducking just as your dart leaves the Slinger, the girl watches from below as your shot sails into her opponent’s face and impacts with a resounding ‘SPLUTCH!

Volka’s eyes light up as the sudden shot makes the Skog stumble, but the victory is short-lived–ripping the offending ooze dart AND a tusk from his face with a gut-wrenching RIP, the berserker continues to menace Volka as she scurries away on all-fours!

>CONTD.
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>>6329216
No time to lose now–as darts pepper your position you load another one into your Slinger… and this time you dare to take your time!

SHWWWIP!

A dart rakes across your chitin-clad shoulder as your own attack slips free from your Slinger! While you’re left with a close shave, your target isn’t as lucky–as the faintest of tingles spreads throughout your shoulder, a sudden strangled sound leaves the berserker’s lips as your ooze-caked dart slips into his open mouth!

VOL, you roar as the Snipers continue to add holes to your cruiser, c’mon!

“W-WAIT!” Braving the berserker’s mad flailing, Volka’s tail whips across his ankles and sends him tumbling into the gunk… but not before she guides him into falling on his side!

“Your NOSE!” She pleads as the scheckt around her is riddled with fresh darts, “You gotta… j-just breathe through your nose an-”

Her request is answered by a swipe at her face! Eyes wide in shock, Volka barely reacts as the claw is sent reeling by one of your last few scheckt-covered darts!

MOVE!!

You don’t need to tell her twice. Striding through the muck back to the cruiser, she gives the vehicle a silent shove that sends you squealing back onto more-solid land!

“HAHA!” Roars Obber as his claws drum against the wheel, “We’re alive again!”

Swell, you huff as you help your sister back into the cruiser, now let’s GO!

Your unconscious Sniper hostage stirs in the backseat, blissfully unaware of everything happening around her as the cruiser picks up speed again! Sensing your impending escape, the Spice Cartel Cruisers rejoin the chase as well as your driver takes you down a road into somewhere warmer and far more crowded!

Workers of all shapes and sizes dart out of the way as you plow down the road as the sound of massive machines hum just above your heads!

“Smelterworks!” Reports Obber with a snide laugh! “They’d hafter’ be mad ta’ follow!”

“And, erm,” Volka stammers, still shaken by the rampaging Skog, “Why would they be mad, exactly?”

As if on cue, a chorus of shouts rings out across the path as some smelter workers lose hold of something BIG! Leaving it where it lands, they run for the hills as the air fills with a dull hiss emanating from where they just were!

“More accidents round these parts then there are Durhers in Umberal!” The Gnok explains as you speed past! “Like I said, they’d be crazy to-”

TUNK! TUNK! TLINK!

>CONTD.
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>>6329217
… Guess they’re crazy, you drone as the Cartel Cruisers gain on you from behind, their seemingly-endless supply of darts ricocheting off the back of your ride! As you exchange a few darts of your own, you notice their shots widen little by little… until eventually you realize they aren’t aiming at you anymore!

“Errr,” Volka stammers as her big yellow eyes lift towards the sound of colossal, clanking machines overhead, “I’m guessing they aren’t just giving up…”

As if on cue, a loud ‘KWAAANG!’ rings out across the way as something SNAPS overhead! What follows is a dull hum as something OOZES onto the road from above–the heat from the discharge hot enough to make your eyes burn even from the safety of the cruiser!

“HELLS!” Obber roars as he skids around the piping-hot perimeter, “They’re tryin’ ta’ cook us!”

Well, you groan as more and more ‘TWANG’s fill the air above you, don’t let them!

>Roll me 1d100-2 (+3 Obber’s Home Turf, +2 Slow Ooze, -7 Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Goop!) to not get globbed! Best of 3!
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Rolled 16 - 2 (1d100 - 2)

>>6329219
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Rolled 34 - 2 (1d100 - 2)

>>6329219
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Rolled 32 - 2 (1d100 - 2)

>>6329219
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>>6329217
Volka is such a cinnamon roll.

>>6329222
>>6329230
>>6329231
But this, this is a lot less sweet...
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>>6329222
>>6329230
>>6329231
>HIGHEST ROLL: 32!
https://youtu.be/uJV-pfsx_UM
Alright here we go
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Your cruiser weaves through the molten minefield effortlessly at first–even without the TekNav’s aid, Obber manages to keep you far from the sizzling snares through sheer instinct alone!

But as you’re painfully aware, instinct can only get you so far… and your pursuers have plenty of targets to bullseye! All it takes is one overcompensated turn before your driver realizes his mistake, but before he can straighten the wheel out you feel the vehicle SPLASH through a gummy glob of goop!

“AAAAUUGH!”

Something sprays Obber through the windshield, and while it doesn’t kill him outright, it does cause him to lose hold of the wheel! Reaching over the writhing Gnok for the wheel, you do your best to correct your course… and suddenly YOU’RE the one driving!

“Hang in there!”

Scooping up your predecessor in her tail, Volka gets to work tending to his burns as you slip into his seat! Levers and buttons cover the surface just below the steering wheel, and that doesn’t even begin to describe the jungle of pedals at your feet!

That’s not what worries you though–as your boots brush across their many options, your foot comes across one pedal that remains depressed even without your aid! Prodding at it with your toe, you recoil immediately as it comes into contact with something hot and hissing!

“I… I think he’ll be fine!” Volka chirps as a sigh of relief creeps into her shaky voice! “Heyyy, I didn’t know you could drive one of these!”

You CAN’T, you groan, but you’re open to learn! Gripping the wheel in your trembling claws, you try your best to focus on the sound of the tipping buckets above to predict where more ooze will fall… but it’s only a temporary solution! You need to escape!

Easier said than done, however… The ride wasn’t smooth before, but after Obber’s incident you can definitely tell one of the wheels is half-melted!

To make matters worse, all you can do is flinch as your cruiser crashes through some kind of guard rail… and you get the feeling you’re not headed anywhere better!

Where do you end up?
>A forest of crashing pistons big enough to crush a Thunderwalker!
>A steam-choked cistern with narrow walkways!
>A maze of gargantuan grinders showering the path with sparks and debris!
>The Food Court!
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>>6329273
>A forest of crashing pistons big enough to crush a Thunderwalker!
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>>6329273
>A steam-choked cistern with narrow walkways!
We can abandon the vehicle and disperse if need be!
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>>6329273
>A steam-choked cistern with narrow walkways!
RUN. RUN INTO THE STEAM.
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>>6329273
>A steam-choked cistern with narrow walkways!
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>>6329299
>>6329308
>>6329423
>STEAAAAAAMMMM
>>6329297
>PISTONS!
Writinggggg
>>6329308
The Stanley Parble method. I dig it
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Your rough landing sees you splashing into a shallow puddle with a sharp, metallic groan! Showered by a wave of hot, acrid-scented water, you shake it off as you continue down the path ahead of you full-speed ahead!

“EY!” Shouts a bewildered Molegg worker as you fly past, “YOU SHOULDN’T BE DOIN’ DAT HERE!”

“SORRY!” Volka cries back with an apologetic smile, “WE DON’T HAVE A CHOICE!”

“ALRIGHT…”

He doesn’t even bother warning your pursuers, but based on how fast the Cartel cruisers are going, he probably wouldn’t have appealed to them either! The worker isn’t wrong, though–you get about a few seconds of regular road before it gives way to the telltale rattling of metal catwalk… You couldn’t say what it’s built over, but one thing’s for certain: the minute you drive over it the whole vehicle becomes a steambath!

Your Sniper hostage grumbles a bit at the sudden increase in humidity, but Volka’s a bit more preoccupied with the Snipers you HAVEN’T captured yet!

“HELLS!”

A salvo of darts ricochet off of her ceiling shield as one of the cruisers takes the opportunity to approach your vehicle’s flank! Greeting them with a bestial roar, your half-sister swings her shield at their cruiser, prompting the party to add some distance between you!

No time to breathe, though–while one cruiser backs away, another SLAMS into your flank, sending the vehicle into a swerve! Frantically tugging at the wheel, you struggle to maintain your composure as both Volka and the injured Obber cry out in shock!

Not hard to find out why–Snipers on both sides light up your vehicle, both of them just out of bumping range! Just as you’re about to throw caution to the wind and press down one of the pedals not welded to the floor, however, a violent hiss rocks the catwalk as a massive plume of steam erupts from beneath you!

A metal guiderail squeals and shrieks as you swerve out of the thick of the cloud, but some of the Spicys aren’t as lucky! A sharp wail rings out from one of the Snipers–one of the few that didn’t duck back into the cruiser, you wager–and as their Slinger clatters to the catwalk they tumble out of the vehicle and land safely on the gantry above the ste-

SCCCRRRRLUUUTTCCH!!!

… Only to be mulched by the third Cruiser. Reap what you sow…

There’s plenty more Slingermen where that came from, though, and as you continue to race across the catwalk with no turn in sight, it becomes increasingly clear that you need to get rid of these pursuers… FAST.

What’s the plan?
>Drop Volka’s shield–the catwalk’s narrow enough to become a roadblock!
>Have Volka chop the chains holding the catwalk segments up!
>Scrape the guardrail to reduce speed, then bump these cruisers off the edge!
>Grab your people and bail out of the cruiser!
>Volka! Boarding action!
>Write-In!
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>>6329642
>Drop Volka’s shield–the catwalk’s narrow enough to become a roadblock
NOOOOOOO NOT RANDOM CARTEL SNIPER #6
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>>6329656
+1, let's send the dearly deceased Durher some friends in the afterlife.

>>6329642
RIP Bozos
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>>6329656
>>6329687
>ROAD'S CLOSED!
>Roll me 1d100+2 (+5 Ceiling Shield! +5 Skog Strength!, -8 Speedy Spicys!) to block these punks! Best of 3!
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Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>6329722
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Rolled 55 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>6329722
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Rolled 40 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

I'll just do the last one then
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>>6329725
>>6329777
>>6329778
>HIGHEST ROLL: 57!
Writing the last update of the night!
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One thing’s certain: you need a solution! You’ve got a hostage who’s bound to wake up any moment, an injured Machinist who isn’t fit to drive anymore, a ‘go’ pedal welded to the bottom of the cabin, and a roof-wielding Skog who’s currently the one thing between you and getting skewered!

What’s worse, every attempt you make at dodging darts from your persistent pursuers sends you slamming into a guardrail–and you don’t need to hear the sparks fly to realize the path’s getting slimmer by the moment! With your problems increasing and solutions diminishing, you turn to Volka with the only thing you can think of!

Vol, you bark as you struggle to hold the cruiser steady amidst a dart shower, the roof–DROP IT!

“Huh? But what about the dar-” Her eyes light up as you manage to gain a little more distance from the Cartel! “OH! Sure thing! Sheesh, why didn’t I thinka’ that… silly Volka-”

NOW, PLEASE!

As Volka drops the ceiling onto the catwalk, you can’t help but steal a glance behind you to observe the fruits of your labor! You’re almost glad you did, too–as the roof shield clatters onto the catwalk, both cruisers trailing you act simultaneously!

One simply tries to barrel through… and for a moment it seems like it’ll work! Lurching forward as the roof of your cruiser crunches under whatever’s propelling the vehicle, the Cartel Cruiser gets about a few strides before violently JERKING forward and tumbling like a pebble down a hill!

For several seconds, a series of metal crunches fill the air and don’t stop until the cruiser does… and as it tumbles its last, its interior becomes deathly silent!

Cartel Crew #2 isn’t too lucky either–skidding to the side in a vain attempt at dodging the massive obstacle, only panicked shouts and screams leave the vehicle as the driver loses control… and in his desperate attempts to straighten the wheel, he sends himself and his peers crashing through a guardrail and down to the massive steambath below!

Where two cruisers fail, the remaining one succeeds–breaking through the barriers formed by their crashed comrades and the roof that caused it, the Cartel Goons lose a bit of speed after an unsettling ‘CRUNCH’ rings out from the front of their cruiser! Nevertheless, they persist, but now you’ve only got one last group to deal with!

… and no shield...

… and no idea where you’re headed.

As if on cue, a series of reverberating ‘CLANG’s ring out in front of you as you feel your cruiser cruise down a rapidly-declining slope!

“Errr, Mor-”

You know, you calmly reply as your claws scrape divots into the wheel, and you’re thinking!

Your pursuers aren't slowing down either, but it’s do-or-die time now! The question is, what DO to NOT DIE?
>Keep driving! Don’t stop!
>Try to grab the hostage and Obber and bail out!
>Just bail!
>Shout for Rezzie!
>Crash your cruiser into the side to stop!
>Write-In!
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>>6329899
>Try to grab the hostage and Obber and bail out!
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>>6329899
>Shout for Rezzie!
REZZIE SAMA
I KNEEL.
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>>6329899
>Try to grab the hostage and Obber and bail out!
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>>6329942
>>6330068
>Grab and bail!
>>6329955
>REZZZZIEEEEE!!!!
Will write this out later on Monday! Today got busy, apologies!
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Gizmos are replaceable. Lives aren’t. Abandoning your grip on the wheel, you stoop down and scoop up your Sniper prisoner in your claws before sending a terse glance Volka’s way! Picking up on your meaning almost immediately, she hoists the injured Obber over her shoulder like a sack of siiqbeans and leaps in tandem with you out the side of the cruiser!

Your chitin takes the brunt of the impact–good thing, too–Durhers are known for a lot of things, but being durable isn’t one of them! Hugging the hostage close to your chest as you roll across the dipping catwalk like a barrel, a spike of pain shoots through your back as you slam into the base of a guiderail with a resounding ‘CLUNG!

Volka slams against the catwalk’s border with a groaning Gnok Machinist in tow–your half-sister just a hair’s-bredth away from being rolled over by your pursuer’s remaining vehicle!

While their cruiser continues down the rapidly-dipping catwalk, a few Snipers bail out for one last attempt at bagging you. Fortunately you don’t need two claws to fire a Slinger… and Volka doesn’t need any to bat them away with her tail!

You still have the bomb. You still have the others… but a low groan in the catwalk around you suggests that won’t be true for much longer! Scrambling to your feet, you lead the charge up the steep incline as you feel the path around you sink with every step! Just a few more strides, you think as your eyes pulse wildly, just a few more–

… Strides.

Fate proves to be impatient today. Giving up the ghost with a head-splitting shriek, the metal catwalk crumbles beneath you like a piece of rootcake, sending you, Volka, and your rescuees tumbling downwards to join your would-be interceptors in the sea of steam below!

Volka shouts your name, but you don’t respond. The hissing pit below you reminds you of the Kii’raverr Saltpools located in the Northern Skoglands–natural phenomena caused by volcanic geysers intertwining with natural salt deposits carried over by countless hairline streams.

They say the water in those pools reverses aging. Cures illnesses. Rejuvenates the soul.

You wouldn’t have minded seeing them, you think as the hissing beneath you grows louder. Just once.

Cities, you think as a hint of laughter creeps into your thoughts, those things’ll kill ya…

>CONTD.
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>>6330646
You’re Anton Peas, and you feel like you’ve been standing here for ages!

Still finding your balance from the post-teleportation jitters, it didn’t take long to realize you’re back in Trier’s Tower…

Nor did it take you long to notice you’re in a completely different room than before. No Inner Sanctum, no creaks and squeaks surrounding you like some kind of clock factory run by rats, just…

Bubbling. A sharp, medical odor that pricks your nostrils, frigid air nipping at your fingers, and nonstop, incessant BUBBLING.

But what really gets your attention isn’t the symphony for your senses, no… it’s what you see:

Eyes. Massive, misty, lanternlike eyes towering over you in triplicate glowing like skyscraper windows on a foggy night. Rows and rows and rows and rows of unblinking, unwelcoming eyes!

Teksouls. Thousands of them drifting and bobbing like carrots in a boiling stewpot–

”TEksOULsSSssS….” squawks a familiar voice you’d hoped to not hear again any time soon from behind you, ”ANAAaAAlysISssS?”

It’s only after a few more mechanical bleats and clicks leave his lips that you realize he’s asking you a question.

ARCHMAGE TRIER has summoned you once more… and it sounds like he’s asking you for…

Feedback?

What say you?
>They’re impressive…
>Could use some work…
>They’re horrible…
>You’re not sure, really.
>FREAKY.
>Stay Silent! He’ll know you’re still there!
>Deflect! You wanna ask him something!
>ATTACK!
>Write-In!
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>>6330647
>FREAKY.
Dey freaky, son.
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>>6330647
>FREAKY.
>Could use some work…
Freaky, evil things. Yucky. No good.
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>>6330653
>>6330664
>FREAKY!
>>6330664
>COULD USE SOME WORK!
WrrrrRrRRRITTTTIIIIINNnNNGNGGGGGGNGG
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>>6330647
>They’re impressive…
but
>FREAKY.
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You take a moment to sample the goods a little longer–as certain as you are that they’re in, like, maintenance mode or something, you can’t shake the uncanny sensation of being watched... and not just by the Archmage looming over you!

Teksouls… where do you even start with these things? They’re controlled by Trier, that much is certain, and the jury’s still out on how exactly they’re put together, but you’re pretty sure it’s a bit more involved than hitting up a Forge-A-Friend Workshop! And even if they were given life by breathing a wish into their ear or something, that doesn’t excuse the fact that the Cartel fits somewhere into the equation… no amount of snuggles can omit that!

Are they convenient? Probably? You’ve spent more time running from them than you have availing yourself of their amenities, though, so y’know… kinda biased! But could you see them becoming popular? Widespread?

… Not really.. But there are folks who still eat the ’From the Fathoms of the Fryer’ value pak at GREASE MONKEY, so maybe you’re just an outlier.

If you’re really being honest with yourself, the things put your hair on-end. Every time you look in their spectral eyes it’s like staring down a crusty old animatronic… or one of those greasy fairground workers in the big mascot suits!

Freaky!

Your answer elicits another metallic squawk deep within Trier’s towering form! ”ASsESSmenT SUgGEStS LImITeD COMPReHENsiON…”

Has anyone ever told him that if he doesn’t have anything nice to say he shouldn’t say it? The Archmage doesn’t respond, not that you expected him to. Drifting from Teksoul to Teksoul like a menacing balloon, the wacky wizard falls silent as he inspects his magnum opuses…

More like magnum DOPEuses!

… man, you wish Volka was here. She’d appreciate that one!

”INEffECTT-TIve… InSuFFicieNT…” States the sorcerer, each stunted syllable raking out of his throat like a rake shoved through a rusty food processor, ”IN. COM. PLETE…”

Yea, well, you sigh as you give the air an idle kick, if everyone got it right the first time around life would be dull, ri-

-ght?

One blink later you find yourself stuffed into a containment tank of your own! But unlike your Teksoul neighbors’s setups, the oversized jar lacks the goop they bob around in like glowing stew meat!

”SOLUtioN… UNknOWWWN…” Groans the Archmage, his eyes flickering as he presses them against your cell like a kid peeking into a fish tank, ”... UnTIL… NOw…”

Your blood runs cold as something else presses against your tank: a vial, you think, given the faint clink it makes tapping against the glass, but inside, well…

>CONTD.
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>>6330818
You can’t see it, hear it, or smell it, but the answer comes to you as clear as a crisp Spring morning:

There’s a piece of you in that vial, you realize with growing unease, a piece of your… youness!

When the HELL did he collect that, you snarl, fists beating against the inside of your enclosure!

”INItiaL COnTAct…” Trier replies as an unseen appendage brings your sample closer to his eyes, ”SAMpleSSSS… COLlecTED… TesSssTS… triALSss… YEEEeeEeeeSss…”

Super, you groan as Trier drifts deeper into the darkness, and what, pray tell, did he figure out from his little science fair project, huh? Your Blood Type?

”VItaE… OVErWHElmING…” Trier gurgles, eyes appraising you from the shadows! ”UnPReCEdeNTED… InCOMPaRAblE…” His face approaches you once again, inky eyes lit up like a Halloween decoration!

”UN..REfIIIiiined… YEt… LIMITlesssss POteNTiAl….”

You can’t help but blink at that… your… ‘Vitae’ has limitless potential? That’s not what your Little League Coach said! What the Hell’s a ‘vitae’ anyways? And wait a sec… Why is he TRAPPING YOU!? K-KIDNAPPING! KIDNAPPIIIIIING!

”ViTAe ANAlySISsss preSenTssSS COmplICATIOnSs…” Trier hisses, casting a wary glance at the shadows around him! ”OTheRrs WIlL ComE… SssSEEk itSS PowErrr…” The grim glow in his eyes goes even greyer. ”SOlutION: IsSOlAte. ConTAin. SEqueSssSter… DUraTIOn: indeFFFinaTE…”

You scoff–what other response is there? He… he wants to contain you? Forever? In a HERMIT CRAB TERRARIUM?

”ComPLIaNCE ISssS…” Trier begins, eyes dimming as another thought seems to force its way into his head, ”... ENCouraGEd…”

Confusion seeps into your skull. What, you respond with a forced laugh, he can’t force you? The stony stare you get in response tells you everything you need to know. Cool, you answer with a shrug, then you refuse! Bye!

… Oh right, you’re stuck in a tank thing. Can he, like, magic you up a ladder or someth-

”RElINquISHmeNT… IMPerRrATIvee…” Trier persists, clearly making no attempt to conjure up any Laddermancy, ”ImPuRITiES… FlAWs…YyyeeEeEssss…”

Your first instinct is to tell him where to shove his impurities, but then it hits you:

You have bargaining power! Whatever the Hell it is he wants, he wants you to offer it willingly! What a MAROON!

>CONTD.
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>>6330822
Something wriggles within the folds of your consciousness. ”Thinkin’ what I’m thinkin, hoss?”

Probably not, you shrug, but you could probably come up with a thing or two! What’s the play here?
>Tell Trier you need more free time! To, uh, prepare for imprisonment, or whatever!
>Probe Trier for more info about your ‘Vitae’!
>Your friends… what about them?
>Tell him about Vhale’s plans!
>Make him an offer–you want something in return!
>Refuse! You’re not just giving your soul or whatever over!
>Use the opportunity to attack! Get ‘em, RED!
>Speak to RED! What’s his take on this?
>Write-In!
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>>6330824
Internally:
>Speak to RED! What’s his take on this?

Out loud:
>Tell Trier you need more free time! To, uh, prepare for imprisonment, or whatever!
We still have the concert and the heist to sort out.
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>>6330844
This is good but we should tell him about Vhale. Perhaps something like
>See I would love to work with you but the Cartel is making it hard. BTW did you know they stole papers on your immortality? Curious."
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>>6330856
I think we should try to get access to those papers, first, before we tip him off... We need a way to bypass his immortality, too, after all.
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>>6330824
>Speak to RED! What’s his take on this?
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>>6330824
>>6330844 +1
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>>6330844
>>6330924
>SPEAK TO RED!
>YOU NEED MORE TIIIIIIME!
>>6330896
>SPEAK TO RED!
Writing! I'll see if I can't mash all this together
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You never thought you’d admit it, but you’re almost glad RED’S sharing your headspace–now if only you could distract Trier long enough to have one of those ‘Thoughtversaitions’--

”unitSss 228 THrRougH 301: RECAlibrATE SeCCCtOR 8 SwEEP refEReNCINg…”

Oh! Perfect! RED, you begin as you subconsciously turn away from your gracious host, what’s his take on this?

Something cackles from beneath your mind’s folds. ”My take? We hit the JACKPOT, pard!”

You run your hand across the cold, slick surface of your tank. Yea, he’s gonna have to explain THAT one…

”What’s there to explain? You heard him, didn’t ya?” The demon snickers to himself as if remembering an old joke, ”Poor bastard needs us to WANT to hand over the goods! We’ve got him right where we want ‘em!”

Sure, you shrug, but what exactly ARE the ‘goods’ anyways? Your soul? Blood? Mojo?

”Soul, if I had ta’ guess…” The Archdevil replies, prompting a pang of worry in your gut! ”But don’t worry, kid–nothin’s gonna happen to your soul… not if I have anything ta’ say about it!”

You feel better already, you reply with a Rezzie-worthy eyeroll. So that ‘impurity’ crap–

”Think of it this way, amigo:” RED interjects as you feel a disembodied claw clasp your shoulder, ”Say yer’ takin’ your ladyfriend to the steakhouse for her birthday… you orderin’ skirt steak… or VEAL?

… Is… is that a euphemism, or…?

”It’s a question, kid–a rhetorical one!” He answers as Trier drifts away to yell at the wall. ”Guys like us? We like our meat JUICY!”

You’re, uh… you don’t eat steak much, you reply as you force an apologetic laugh in for good measure. Why is veal superior again?

”Whoof… we’re gonna have to get you some meat, friendo…” The devil sighs, sympathy slipping into his voice! ”Nevermind that–point is, some folk’ll die before accepting anything less than perfection… and this Trier fella? He strikes me as a perfectionist!”

But… is that normal? For humans, you mean? RED borrows your shoulders for a shrug.

”Don’t take this the wrong way, Ant, but I’ve had plenty a time ta’ appraise your soul… AND that sweetheart Liz’, to be transparent-like…”

Call it clingy, but you’re not a big fan of how liberally he talks about examining your ex’s soul…

”And I gotta say, pard, HUMAN SOULS? Didn’t know they made ‘em that finger-lickin’ good!” You try not to shudder as the sound of disembodied lips smack within your psyche. ”Deal’s a deal, course… an’ I don’t get high on my own supply… not during work hours, at least! HAR!”

>CONTD.
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>>6331217
So he wants to EAT your soul, you ask incredulously, not bothering to wait until RED’S raspy laughing fit concludes!

”Aaahhh, I doubt it… reckon he’ll just use it fer’ somethin’. Couldn’t tell ya what that is, but-

Your eyes meet with your new neighbor’s, and you’d be lying if you said a Teksoul wasn’t something of an improvement–somehow you doubt these guys blast Nightcore at 3am… Strange… they might be machinelike, but when you stare at them long enough they almost seem…

Actually, you mutter in your mind, you think you might have a hunch as to what he’d be using you for!

”What?! Whatwhatwhatwhat? Don’t leave me hangin’, kid!”

The Teksouls, RED! They’re run on PEOPLE! Or, like, a PART of people, probably! That’s why the Cartel’s giving him the living and dead… and THAT’S why they seem so damn eerie all the time!

”Huh… hey, that’s a pretty good idea, now that I think of it…”

Sure, you shrug, but that seems like a waste, doesn’t it? What good would you be in one Teksoul? And why would he go through all this trouble just for that?

”... Maybe he’s not gonna use you in just one?”

The Archdevil’s words put you into pondering mode–is… can he do that? You’ve never sliced up a soul before, but-

”Oh sure ya’ can! Slice ‘em, squish ‘em, stir ‘em up and slurp ‘em…” RED explains like your granny sharing a recipe, ”Plenty a ways to prepare a soul… Now splitting one? Shoot, that’s beginner stuff, now that I think about it!”

He’s pretty chipper for someone who’s about to get his investment stolen. Another raspy laugh leaves RED’S unseen lips!

”Have a little faith, Anton… I didn’t get to where I am today by rolling over for the first jumpy wizard that comes along!”

See, he SAYS that, you think back pointedly, but he was trembling in his britches the last time you met Trier!

”True, but now we’re back… and we hold ALL THE CARDS!” Snickers the Satanthing! ”Shoot, we really oughta’ capitalize on this, pard! And don’t worry about this whole ‘soul’ thing none… I got me a PLAN…”

Can’t WAIT to hear it….

”Oh ye of little faith… don’t you worry, RED’s got this all under control, you’ll see~”

Yea, that’s what WORRIES you! That said, if RED’S feeling fine about all this, well…

Maybe you DO have some bargaining power. Trier hasn’t mind-controlled you yet or anything, so who knows?

He also hasn’t come back over to spew crazy at you for a while. Guess the man really is busy!

What’s next?
>Ask more about souls!
>Inquire about Liz!
>Pry his plan out!
>Get Trier’s attention!
>Write-In!
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>>6331219
>Pry his plan out!
The rest is interesting, but this is priority numero uno while have the time and Trier is occupied.
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>>6331227
That seems smart but again I really want to try to get Trier to take on the Cartel. He's our best tool to deal with Vhale.
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>>6331219
>Pry his plan out!
Alright, RED, hit us. Hit us with your SPECIAL SAUCE. Your SPECIAL REDNESS.
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>>6331219
>Pry his plan out!
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>>6331227
>>6331243
>>6331336
>PRY OUT HIS PLAN!
WrrrRRRrrRRRITINGGGG!
>>6331243
>redness
picrel
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Nuh-uh, you think as Trier continues to bark orders at nothing like a mad vagrant, you want specifics on this ‘plan’ of his! The devil squirms within your psyche.

”Fine… but you might not like it…” He warns with apprehension creeping into his tone!

You don’t like anything he does.

”Whaaa? C’mon, pardner! What about that KEEN HAT I whipped up for ya?”

… Alright, that was pretty cool, actually. What’s it made of anyways?

”Would you believe it was ‘ethically sourced’?”

You would not.

”In that case… you’re better off not knowing!” RED chirps, prompting your eyes to flit over to your NIFTY HAT resting on your head! ”But anywho, the plan… let’s talk about the plan!”

Yea, let’s! He said you might not like it–why?

”Well I know how SQUEAMISH you get about me, uh… ‘takin’ the reins’...” Mutters the maledict like a kid getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar, ”But try this on fer’ size, kid: Trier wants our buy-in, yea? So we buy in… AFTER naming our price, that is!”

Okay, you shrug, but-

”Not TOO much, mind–he’s a powerful mage, never been more sure of somethin’ in my life–and while he seems open to negotiatin', we don’t wanna push him into desperation, y’hear?”

That’s… that’d be bad, huh?

”I reckon so. Hell, if it were me I’d just lock ya’ in THE VESTIBULE OF VIOLENCE for a few millenia until ya’ warmed up to me! Bet he can do something similar if he were so inclinated!”

Well THAT puts your mind at ease! So we ask for something-

”But not TOO much!”

… But not TOO much… maybe a little more freedom for the concert, maybe some stuff on Vhale?

”It’s what I’D do!”

… And then what? You’ve never traded your soul before.

Willingly.

”And let me again say how so, SO sorry I am about that being sprung onto you! But it’s a matter of perspective here, Tex! Y’know, your gal pal didn’t take long to warm up to the ide-”

You’re not Liz. RED answers with a raspy chuckle.

Trust me, I’m WELL aware… which is why ya’ ain’t gonna like what I have ta’ say about Step Two…”

You steal another glance at Trier, the wizard staring blankly at one of the many Teksouls housed in the containment facility. The Archdevil’s right, but you aren’t too keen on sticking around HERE for eternity either…

The plan. Lay it on you!

”Atta’ boy. So here’s the idea:” Purrs the possessor from within your head, ”When agreement time comes, let ME take the wheel. I’ll agree, I’ll shake on it. Even-Stevens!”

>CONTD.
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>>6331504
You can’t help but blink. That’s… how the heck is THAT supposed to work?

”By way of semantics, amigo, they’re the lifeblood of deals like this!” Cackles the demon!

But… won’t that, like, surrender HIS soul to-

”HA! ME?! A soul!? Bless yer’ heart, you’re as fresh in the head as a newborn heifer, ain’tcha?”

When you don’t respond, the devil clears his intangible throat. ”It’ll work, friendo. Trust me, I know my way around a Faustian Deal… and I’ve got too many plans for your soul to hand it over to some twitchy twit like Trier! And I know ya’ ain’t a fan of it, but I want ya’ ta’ TRUST me this once!”

His voice lowers as the traces of mirth drain from his tone. ”It’s the best chance you’re gonna get…”

That’s what he said about being able to deal with these Lords, you pointedly fire back! Remember when he told you to not attack at all? You do!

”Beating this guy and navigating a bad deal are two different rodeos, buckaroo… and one of them will most certainly lead to the other!”

Words, words, words… you just hope he can back them up! Before you can pry further, your tank is enveloped by a bright, spectral sapphire glow!

”AlLoTTed ConSIDeRAtioN TIme ExxXxpireD… ReITerAAAte: SuRReNDEr VITae… W-W-willINGly… ApPRoVe TranSactiooOn. APPRooVE…. YeeeEEessSSSs…”

Trier’s eyes bore holes into your body amidst a symphony of mechanical chitters and squawks! Guess he’s done waiting…

Well? What’s yer’ offer? Choose one or more, but don’t get TOO greedy!
>You have questions first!
>Destroy the Spice Cartel!
>Vhale. Whatever protection he has on him, you want it gone!
>You want freedom until dawn!
>The Teksouls… you want them gone and everything FREED!
>He knows about demons, right? You want to know how to sever a contract!
>You want a way back to your own plane!
>The other Lords–how would one defeat them?
>Magical artifacts! You want one!
>Bells! Lots of bells!
>You want your friends to be protected!
>Magic! He can teach you some!
>Write-In!
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>>6331506
See, this is why I wanted to talk to him about the cartel going behind his back. I don't wanna have to spend our offer on getting him to murk Vhale...

Obviously, the best would be to find a way to sever a contract, but it's hard to do that when RED is around listening. In fact, it'd just ruin the chances of it working.

I guess we could ask him a question and then just tell him, but would that count towards the whole "offer" limiter? Hmm.
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>>6331511
Questions will not, no! Trier's just, uh... not very socially-conditioned, as I'm sure you're aware of already
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>>6331512
Alright, then.

>>6331506
>You have questions first!
And then we tell 'im about Vhale. Either we convince him to kill him, or it helps him be swayed enough to actually help us evaporate the cartel.
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>>6331506
>You have questions first!
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>>6331506
>You have questions first!
YOU LIKE KNOWLEDGE
WE LIKE KNOWLEDGE
SEE??? WE'RE ALREADY BONDING, YOU AND ME, TRIER-SENPAI.
WE HAVE SOME QUESTIONS...
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>>6331515
>>6331537
>>6331560
>QUESTIONS, QUESTIONS...
Writinggggg!
>>6331560
Ya love ta see it, folks
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Actually, you reply, struggling to stand tall under the burning glare of the mage’s three glowing eyes, you have some questions that need answering first!

Something between a buzz and a click prefaces the mad mage’s answer: ”DEniEEDD! DENiiED! INsuFfICIEnt REasONING! IrrELEvAAAANT! IRRelEVANT! YIEld! SUbmiT! SURrrENDErRr!!!”

The air itself around you seems to twist and tumble like a forming storm, but the tek tantrum only bolsters your confidence! You’ll submit, you retort, hastening your speech as you notice the glimmer in the wizard’s eyes at the magic word, IF he satisfies your curiosity… AND agrees to your conditions!

Trier takes it about as well as you expect.

”INSuboRDInaTION BOrrrDERinnnG TtTREaSssOOOOn! AnaLYsIs: REbelLiON FUeleD BY InORDiNATE IGNoRANCE!”

A few seconds of guarding your face later, you realize he doesn’t plan on making your head explode. Hey, he took it better than you expected! Just as relief washes over you, your body is rocked by a massive explosion across the chamber! Your bones ache and your eyes sting as you recover from the shock, but Trier isn’t shook in the slightest–guess he’s the one who did it.

A muffled whine and a series of clicks echoes from behind his eyes before the incensed sorcerer finally follows up!

”... IF iT wiLL WITHholD VItAE PENdinG EXchANGe, THEN ExECUte DISSScourSE… STaTe QuerIEsssSS…. YesSSs…”

That ‘YesSSs’ didn’t sound half as enthusiastic as it usually does–you can tell the dude’s pissed. Still, pissed doesn’t mean uncooperative–guess you have the floor! The question is… what to ask? And will he even bother answering?

What do you ask Trier? He probably only has enough patience for THREE QUESTIONS at most!
>What does he plan to do with you?
>The Lords. You wanna know more.
>He said he CAUSED the Darkness–what HAPPENED!?
>The Cartel… you want to know all about their deal!
>Vhale–how is he protecting Vhale?
>Demons–what does he know about stopping them?
>You want to know more about Nuugal and the Khorrozeh Empire!
>Why does he want to sack Crossroads?
>What would ‘yielding’ to him entail, exactly? Will you die?
>Your friends–what does he plan on doing with them?
>Why did he show you the Teksouls?
>What’s next in his master plan?
>Write-In!
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>>6331597
>What does he plan to do with you?
>The Lords. You wanna know more.
>Write In - Does he know that the Cartel recently just stole papers on his immortality?
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>>6331597
>WRITE IN: HEY THE CARTEL STOLE YOUR SHIT, YOU KNOW THAT, RIGHT?
>The Lords. You wanna know more.
>What would ‘yielding’ to him entail, exactly? Will you die?
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>>6331606
+1

>>6331597
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>>6331597
>The Lords. You wanna know more.
>Write In - Does he know that the Cartel recently just stole papers on his immortality?
>What would ‘yielding’ to him entail, exactly? Will you die?
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>>6331602
>>6331606
>>6331643
>>6331761
TtAlLy CccOUnTeD. DIsPlAYInG ReSUlTSss, YeeEESsss...
>Plan for you: 1
>LORDS: 4
>Cartel stole your shit homie: 4
>Yielding? What's that mean actually: 3
QuErIEs WRrrITTen AnD CaCHeD... coALLAtinG ReSPonSEs...
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>>6331847
First of all, you begin as Trier’s eyes bore into you like lights in a dentist chair, assuming you do ‘yield’--

”yieLLlD! YessSSsS…”

Hey, you didn’t agree to it yet! ‘Yes Means Yes’!

To his credit, the mage backs off with a respectful nod. Good for him, man! Anyways, you continue, what would that process mean, exactly? You don’t really wanna die, so-

”AssEsSMEnT InCorReCT… DEaTH DeTRimeNTAl TO VitAE EXxxXTRActiON PRocESs!”

Wait, really? Cool!

”MORtaL ExPIrATIOn SeqUEnCeee: ViTAE CasST INto GrEAt CyCLE… REwaRDs… PuniSsHMEnTssS… REBIrth. ASsESSmENT: SySTEm InEffICIEnT. SOLuuTION: PosSStpoNE DEaTH INDEfinITElY, YyEsSss…”

Alright, you were kinda happy when you heard he wasn’t planning on killing you, but when he puts it like that it almost sounds li-wait, you blink in confusion, he knows what happens when you die!?

A dull whirr leaves the space beneath Trier’s eyes. ”WE aRE AWaRE. QUEry IRrELeVANT. ProCEEd!”

Okay, okay, sheesh! Sorry you’re a little curious about one of life’s biggest questions!

”ApolOGY ACknOwlEDGed.”

So what, you frown, he’d just… keep you here? Collecting ‘vitae’ or whatever like tree sap on a maple farm?

”SUmmARy SuffICIEnT. PRoJECTed LOsSEs OvEr TIme–CaUSE: HuSK DEgrEDatION–OptIMAl SOlUtiONS: FacILItaTE ‘SpEcIEs X’ BrEeDINg viA CLonINg oR NAtuRAL MAte.” The sorcerer’s eyes burn into your as they search for a question you couldn’t answer even if you wanted to:

”HuSK OrIgINATInG PLAnE LOcaTION UNknOWN. MEmORIEs CorrRUPtED. SOluTION: AMpLIfIED PSyCHIc PRoBING SuppLEMEnTED bY PEriODIc SPIriTUAl InTerrRrrOGatION sEsSIonS…”

You weren’t really onboard with this process before, but you certainly aren’t now! Still… ‘corrupted’? You just thought being summoned, like, summoned your memories elsewhere! Does that mean RED could fix them for you?

Speaking of, Trier’s a LORD... and while he talked a little bit about his peers the last time you chatted, you didn’t really grill him on information… Maybe he knows something that’ll help you deal with them?

Those, uh… other LORDS, you begin, wh-

The mage bristles at the word like a cat facing down a vacuum cleaner! ”THIEvvES! TyRAnTS… ParAsSSSIIttES…. theY CONSsUMe… WE CreATE…”

Okay, no love lost on them, huh? Something tells you he doesn’t wanna waste much breath on them… that and the buzzing sensation in your ears. Maybe you should stick to one?

Who do you ask about?
>KHODRA: SKOG WARLORD OF THE WEST!
>SYSSKA: FUUXI BROODMOTHER IN THE EAST!
>MIKK: MYSTERIOUS THING TO THE SOUTH!
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>>6331943
>MIKK: MYSTERIOUS THING TO THE SOUTH!
Probably the one we'd know the least about.
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>>6331943
>MIKK: MYSTERIOUS THING TO THE SOUTH!
MYSTERY BOX.
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>>6331943
>MIKK: MYSTERIOUS THING TO THE SOUTH!
This is the perfect time to add some specificity to that description.
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>>6331943
>MIKK: MYSTERIOUS THING TO THE SOUTH!
BOX
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>>6331956
>>6331994
>>6332068
>>6332077
>MIKKSTERY BOX
Splendid choice! Will write this up later on Friday. Apologies for today's delays--was a little busy even after work!
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MIKK. The more you hear about it, the more you’re convinced that nobody actually knows what the damn thing is! Only one constant comes up when you hear about this secretive sea-dweller:

They rule the Southern Seas… and people are spooked enough to give the whole cardinal direction a wide berth! What the HELL is its DEAL anyways!?

Something changes in Trier’s perpetual stare as the thought crosses your mind… right, Wizard. Dude’s probably perusing your thoughts like a Kiddie Menu at a family restaurant.

”MIKK….” He intones, his voice hosting a jarring amount of… reverence? ”prIMOrdIAL ChAOs… STiRrER OF minDS… OrDERrr’S AnTITHesSISss…” He pauses for a moment as if the creature in question was sharing the room with you!

”DANgerOUs.”

‘Stirrer of minds’? Feels like everyone has psychic powers around these parts…

”AsSEsSMEnT INCoRReCT: REpLACeS. reVISEs! REWoRKS…” Mutters the mage with a scowl in his voice! “EmERgED FRom the DEEpesT craCKs ANd CRaGS BeNEAth the blACK, YesSsSsss… COUlD NOt DefEND AgaINSt MenTAL InT-Tr-TRUsIONs DIsCOUrSEs… MAnY…”

For a moment Trier holds stiller than a statue, his glowing eyes staring across the workshop like a lighthouse in the fog.

”... SIlENt NOw. AsSESSMEnT: UnPREcIDEnTED AbsEnCEe… AddENDUm: ModIFicATIOnS NotED iN CoAsTAL PoPUlAtiON BY TekSOul scouTSSsS… RecOrdED RIsE in DOciLITy… AdDEnDUM: NoTEd HOsTIlITY DiRecTEd AT OutSIdDE EleMENTSsss… InCReASEd AggREssION BetWEEn LoCAL FactIONS. SElF-PResERvaTION of MOdIFIed: PriOriTY: MinIMUm.”

You blink. So the people on the coast are, what, chill until strangers come by?

”INDeeD… AsSEssMENt: DetriMEntAL tO TrAde anD RepuT-t-tTation. ProJEcTEd LONg-tERM SurVIvAL of ComMUniTIEs: UnLIkELY…”

If what he’s saying is true, you muse as you gently drum your fingers against your tank, then what does MIKK gain from that? Granted, they sound like some kind of monster, but-

”AsSESSmeNT disPLAyS IGnoRAnCE. TerM: ‘MonSTER’ INAccURaTE. AdDEnDUM: MIKK BeHAviOR SugGEsTs F-fOcUs On Sh-sH-SHOrT-TerM GAinS. LogIC InConcLUsiVe…”

Yea, seriously… wait, what exactly did he mean by ‘modifications’? Is it just their behavior, or-

”InVaSIVE AugMEnTAtiONS PReSSssENT In reTriEVeD BoDIES. FeW SImiLaRitIES to TradITIoNAL TechNolOgy. AdDENDUm: DaTA IMplIES unKnOWN OriGIN. PoTenTIAL unDoCUMEnTEd SenTIEnCE. ImpLiCaTIonS MyRiAD.”

Trier’s eyes flicker with… excitement?

”SolUTION: DisPATCH GReATER TEkSOUlS OnCE TranSAcTION IS AccEpTED. ObsErVe. CollECt. DIsSEct.

A pause.

”ZoRaL CHAnGeS. WE AdaPT. WE SubSIst. We GRoW.”
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>>6332319
That’s… not ideal. Deciphering Trier’s schizobabble isn’t easy, but you don’t need to be a mindreader to deduce that there’s something big happening by the coast… and if Liz is down there, well…

… Not like you can handle it right now, though. You still have that Skog siege in Crossroads to consider too!

Anything else you wanna ask about MIKK? Something tells you the Archmage is growing impatient. CHOOSE ONE:
>Nah, you’re good for now!
>What does he think made these ‘modifications’?
>Why would MIKK go silent?
>Has he fought MIKK before, or are they buddies?
>What can he tell you about this ‘Non-Modified’ faction?
>Write-In!

Excuse me while I bash my fucking head in with a mallet for fucking up formatting for the eighty-th time
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>>6332320
>Nah, you’re good for now!
We still haven't told him about the Cartel...
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>>6332321
Don't worry, my pet, we'll get there. This ole' dog hasn't forgotten yet ;)
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>>6332320
>Nah, you’re good for now!
Whoops, forgot to vote, here we go.
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>>6332321
>>6332549
>NAAAAAHHHH
So be it! Writing!
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That’s enough about MIKK for now. If something big’s happening down South, you’ll just have to see it for yourself–and you’ve got enough on your plate with Trier as-is!

Trier… where do you even begin? Dude shoved you into a fish tank with barely a thought, multitasks running the CyberGestapo, Umberal, and whatever else he’s doing like nobody’s business… and you still don’t have a clue to what’s keeping him alive and ticking! I-Is he ticking? You don’t know!

Those notes the mages compiled might be your only shot at taking him down… no small wonder why Vhale and his cronies filched them. The Cartel and Trier’s administration might be in kahoots, but you get the sneaking suspicion they don’t hang out on the weekends and BBQ…

Wait a second… they… they aren’t pals, are they?

As you ponder their partnership, you feel something foreign slip between your thoughts like a pipe cleaner… CRUD! He’s a WIZARD! Of COURSE he can read minds! Seeing your chance, you beat the mage to the punch:

He knows Vhale plans to kill him, right?

Trier stares you down for what can’t be more than a minute before answering with a flat ”wE ArE AwARe, YEs.”

… any… any thoughts about that? The sorcerer’s eyes flicker in thought.

”StATISTICallY ImPRObABLe. AsSESSmENT: ProBaBIlITy OF NEsSUrMOs ElImINATION: FAr GreaTER. IT ConTINUeS TO EXIsT SOLeLY BeCAUSE WE PERMIT IT.”

But, you continue, knowing all too well you get more intel when you act like an idiot, but HOW? The Cartel’s really strong… and Vhale? That dude freaks you out even though he’s a fuzzball!

Trier’s eyes gleam as if he were relishing a particularly tasty morsel. Jackpot! ”ITs ViTAe iS KEpT in STaSis. MOrtAlITy PosTPOnEd… ViTaE FOr VITaE… YeeeEEssss….”

So.. if he DID have an actual plan to screw over Trier-

”MorTAliTY… ResUMEd.” A pause. ”AdDENDUM: RebELLioN UnLIKElY. UnPRoFITaBLE. FOOOOOlISSsSSH…”

You can’t help but shudder a bit at his response, both out of excitement AND concern! Trier’s SO convinced he can’t be killed that he’s practically giving you the perfect layup here!

… Touchdown? Full House? You never were a big sports guy…

What if you told him, you tell him, that there were reams of notes on Trier compiled by-

”TrImBaLT’S ‘PrOFeSsORS’. We ARE awARE.”

GUH! S-so, he knows that-

”ConCLUsION: MAgIC BUILt on BLooDSHEd. NuUGaL ModEl, YesSSs… BeHaviOR RatIOnAL GivEN cirCUMSTanCES. PowER EarNED, NoT DISSssPEnSeD.” Another flicker appears in the sorcerer’s eyes. ”AnAlySIS: CuriOUS Of OUr OrIgIiiiINSss… CurIoUS OF OuR EmPIRe… buT CuRiOsiTY ComES NoT WITHouT ITs COnsEquENcESssS….”

An image is placed in your mind: an eyeless Mox roaming the halls of the Khorro’Zeh Wing back at the academy with a rictus grin on its face!

>CONTD.
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>>6333317
”WE aRE TrimBALt… WE ArE UMbEraL… WE PerSIsT… yeSssS….”

So he knows you were there… then he knows that The Cartel had those notes stolen, right?

”We aRE AWaRe.”

And he’s not bothered about that? At all?

”nO.”

But what if-

”TheY LacK necEsSArY PoWEr. LaCK NecEsSARy COnVictIOn. LaCK. LACk. LACK. ElImInATinG US WoulD COsT THEm EVErYTHInG. ElImInATING THEm WoulD CoSt Us NOTHinGgGG.”

RED stirs in your head like some kind of parasite! ”Necessary power, huh? So if someone DID have the power…”

Keep it down, will ya!? He can hear him, probably! You’re not exactly crazy about how blase Trier is about this whole situation, but there is one bit of silver lining here: he doesn’t seem to have any qualms about turning on the Spicys if sufficiently motivated…

You can work with that.

”DIsCoURSe COnCluDEd.” Drones the mad mage as his eyes burn into yours with renewed intensity, ”YIeLD. TO. uS.”

Okay… haggling time! Choose one or more, but don’t get TOO greedy!
>Destroy the Spice Cartel!
>Vhale. Whatever protection he has on him, you want it gone!
>You want freedom until dawn!
>The Teksouls… you want them gone and everything FREED!
>He knows about demons, right? You want to know how to sever a contract!
>You want a way back to your own plane!
>The other Lords–how would one defeat them?
>Magical artifacts! You want one!
>Bells! Lots of bells!
>You want your friends to be protected!
>Magic! He can teach you some!
>Write-In!

Sorry about the wait, all--I drew some 'Visitors From Outta Town' Aggro and it took up a whole bunch of my weekend. Should return to regular updates this week!
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>>6333320
>Vhale. Whatever protection he has on him, you want it gone!
>You want your friends to be protected!
and
>You want freedom until dawn!
One night to let us save our fave furball from her abusive ex, then he can have all the vitae he can eat!
But not really, let's steal those notes, use Red's power to make the most of them, and kill Trier before he can collect.
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>>6333320
>Vhale. Whatever protection he has on him, you want it gone!
>You want your friends to be protected

These two are the most important to me. The rest, eh.
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>>6333384
>>6333427
If we're going to take out Vhale, does 'needing our friends protected' even count? How does that even work?
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>>6333475
Teksouls are everywhere. They can now be turned to the defense of our friends against, for instance, falling to their imminent demise or being shot by cartel snipers.
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>>6333475
Last I checked, removing his protection doesn't mean Vhale is going to immediately die and his crime empire collapses in a millisecond. Just because Vhale isn't protected anymore doesn't mean...
They won't still be in danger? We still need to deal with him, we're just removing his safeguards.
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>>6333478
>>6333479
Okay well I don't particularly trust this guy's definition of "safety". For all we know he'd consider keeping them in a box "safe"
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>>6333496
We could be specific about it if that's what's bothering you. We can just phrase it that we want them free but still able to move around. The TEKSOULS could just be their bodyguards.
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>>6333500
+1 to specificity. >>6333496 raises a good point.

>>6333384
>>6333320
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I'll keep this open til Monday, but one quick question:
>>6333502
Do you wanna keep the
>Freedom until dawn
Request in this amended vote?
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>>6333427
>>6333685
I'll just say that I'm going to add
>You want freedom until down!
To my vote. Since I was kinda expecting YWS to vote by now.
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>>6333685
Yes, I would prefer that still.
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>>6333320
>Vhale. Whatever protection he has on him, you want it gone!
>You want your friends to be protected!
>You want freedom until dawn!
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>>6333427
>>6333688
>>6333733
>Vhale. You want whatever protection he has on him GONEZO
>You want your friends protected. No getting hurt or any more Sniper bullshit!
>FREEDOM UNTIL DAAAAAAWWWWNNNN
We writing, folks. We writing.
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A defiant grin slips onto your face as you meet the mage’s stony stare! You will, you reply, sending a jolt of life flickering through Trier’s eyes, on a few conditions!

For the briefest of moments you feel an uncanny smothering sensation–almost as if something had dropped a mountain on your skull for a fraction of a second! A blink later, however, and it’s gone… and Trier looks none too pleased!

”... PRoCEeD witH… NEGoTIAtiONSsSs….”

D’aww, see? He CAN play nice! First thing’s first you begin with renewed confidence, your friends! You couldn’t care less about what happens to you, but them? You want his guarantee that they’ll be able to move around without getting gunned down in the streets! No assassination attempts on shopping trips! No murders in the lavatories! And if they want to leave Umberal, well, they’d better be allowed to! No ifs, ands, or buts about it! Hell, maybe he can get a few Teksouls to cover them while they-

”AppROVeD.” Drones the wizard in machinelike assent! O-okay!

Next, you add in a slightly shakier tone, you know he’s keeping Vhale alive… and if he wants your power–unfiltered and all–he’s gonna have to revoke that! No more special Spice Cartel treatment!

”APPrOVED.”

Well too bad, you croon, because if he doesn’t agree then neither will y-

Wait a second… Did he say ‘yes’?

”SemAnTIcS: APpROVED.” Hisses the mage as a gutwrenching ‘CRACK’ echoes from his back! ”YIEld.”

Errr, sure, hold on a sec, you stammer, trying not to focus on the fact that you didn’t even need to pass a contrived dice roll to convince the mage, you… you have one last request!

Trier’s eyes burn brighter at your response, no doubt fueled by his rapidly-dwindling patience! ”...PRoCeED…”

You want the rest of the day, you reply, fists balled at your sides as your face is once more flooded with determination! Until DAWN!

”DEnIED!” The mage roars as his unseen head violently rocks back and forth with growing displeasure! ”UnAcCEPtABLE! IT SlINks! iT StEALs!! DEnIED! DENIEdddd!”

The sudden shift in his demeanor knocks you off-balance, but you trip and tumble all the time… you know how to catch yourself! FINE, you snarl back, then the deal’s OFF! Does that compute in his freaky head, huh!? OFF!

Trier’s head reels back as an earsplitting HOWL shakes the chamber–Teksoul tanks included! Eldrich explosions rock the room, some even eviscerating a few Teksouls caught in the crossfire! Despite his fearsome fury, however, the Archmage leaves you and your cell unharmed…

>CONTD.
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>>6334027
As the last burst of magic fades into an uncanny silence, the wizard’s eyes fall upon you once more–their owner deathly still as he regards you like a cat peering into a fishbowl! Gritting your teeth under his blinding gaze, you stand firm and prepare for whatever’s coming next…

”... AppROVed.”

The words linger in your ears for what feels like minutes before you finally dare to release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. He’s… he agrees?

A blink later finds you back on the cold, chemical-scented floor far from your prison looming several dizzying stories above your head!

”It’S PoWEr…” Croaks the conjurer, a series of cracks springing from his unseen, but clearly VERY gangly arm as it extends in your direction, ”ShALl IllUMinAte UmbEral.. ETERnAl….”

The chamber falls silent as you sense it: a gnarled, dessicated claw reaching out for your hand, the smell of potions and poultices barely covering the persistent scent of rot emanating from its creaking tree limb-like surface.

Trier creaks once more as his uncannily-tall form stoops lower to facilitate what he asks for one last time:

YiELd.

This is it. RED’S time to shine, you think.

What do?
>YIELD.
>One more question…
>Actually, there’s one more condition…
>Write-In!
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>>6334028
>YIELD
Welp, let's do it. I'm sure it'll end horribly.
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>>6334028
>YIELD.
yeah i'm not going to push my fucking luck here.
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>>6334030
>>6334031
>YIELD
What could possibly go wrong!? Writinggggg~
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>>6334030
I fully believe in Red... At least when it comes to this. he wants our soul, and he wants our crew to kill the other lords.
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>>6334184
Listen boneheads we've already established that RED'S best girl
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The decision sits with your stomach like a month-old tuna and yogurt sandwich. Even with RED’s little plan, you can’t help but hesitate a bit as you reach out to take and shake Trier’s claw–he’s too calm, you think to yourself as you try not to let your uncertainty leak into your expression, too aloof.

Is Trier really as powerful as he makes himself out to be? Or is he just accustomed to not being challenged?

Your hand clasps around a rough, crack-covered appendage whose surface seems to hook and yank at your palm’s smooth flesh. It’s cold, whatever it is, like a twig left to rot in a freezer!

The hairs on your arm stand on-end as you feel a trickle of magic work its way through your pores. You really, REALLY hope it’s the latter!

”Hokay, pard,” Sighs the Satan living behind your psyche, ”Showtime…”

You can hardly wait… steeling yourself for the handover, you grit your teeth as you feel your ‘self’ slip away like a candy wrapper in the wind…

And then?

Nothing.

Darkness intertwines with silence, wrapping you in oblivion like a noise-canceling spiderweb! It’s almost peaceful, seeing nothing… hearing nothing… feeling nothing…

For a time, at least.

Just when you think you’ve stopped thinking, a particularly odious one slips in uninvited:

What if this is it? What if RED leaves you here? What if this is the rest of your life? And your afterlife?

You’d feel chills if you could still feel. All you can do is drift in abject numbness, each moment maybe a minute… or a month!

Stupid RED. You bet HE doesn’t have to deal with this… he probably has a 24/7 feed hardwired into everything you do, the cad! Whatever happened to privacy!? Dignity!?

Spending a few moments testing if you can somehow manage to scratch your butt, you’re interrupted by a…

Something.

You only notice it when it’s practically on top of you–not directly, of course–the presence lingers just outside of your perception like when someone’s peering over your shoulder at work… or standing a little too close on the bus!

Whatever the presence is, it’s weak… faint like a dollar store Walkie-Talkie!

The question is, do you acknowledge it? Is it some kind of plaything RED left lying around? A shard of your psyche? G-g-g-GHOSTS!?

What do?
>Wait for it to address you!
>Ask what it wants!
>Stay silent!
>Introduce yourself!
>Write-In!
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>>6334189
>Introduce yourself!
Could be another soul our 'pardner' ate.
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>>6334189
>Introduce yourself!
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>>6334189
>Introduce yourself!
Do you have a...name? Weird speck ghost thing?
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>>6334194
>>6334276
>>6334310
>INTRODUCE!
Writing! Later!
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Whatever it is, it’s no excuse for you not to be polite! Wrenching yourself free of your potent paralysis, you force a charming smile onto your lethargic face and introduce yourself!

ANTON PEAS: that’s your name, don’t wear it ou-

’KNOW… YOU….’

The voice is weak. Quiet. Yet strangely familiar… A welcome softness after having Trier’s stunted speech rake across your eardrums! They know you? Well, uh, you sheepishly stammer, they’ve got you at a disadvantage, then-

’LITTLE… TIME…’ The voice pleads, prompting your mouth to slam shut instinctively! ‘DISTRACTED… FOR NOW…’

Who is? You? Oh, do they mean Trier, or-

’DEMAGOGUE… AND DEVIL….’ The voice explains, straining with all its might to be heard! ’LITTLE… TIME….’

Okay, okay, you sputter, eyes wide and full of worry! What… What do they want? What do you need to do!?

You can almost feel a grateful smile on your back. ’DELIVER… LIGHT…. LORDS… END….’

Y-you’re working on that, you plead! But… but it’s hard! Trier’s a FREAK! Your protests are cut short by the faintest sensation of arms wrapping you in a weak, but warm embrace…

’FAITH… TRUST…’

Trust WHO though, you fire back, your dry throat stinging as you struggle to address the disembodied voice!

’THE LAND…’

Your response dies in your throat as the warmth spreads through your body. Who-

’BANISHED… BUT NOT GONE….’ The voice’s tone is rueful, but a droplet of hope seeps into the tail-end of their words. ’FREE US… ANTON… CLOSE NOW…’

”thE COvENAnT IS seaLED…”

Trier’s croaking, reverberating tone crashes through your unexpected serenity like an orangutan driving a sixteen-wheeler through a jewelry store! Did that happen in your area? You feel like you saw it on the news once…

Oh right, you’re back. Trading the mysterious voice’s warm embrace with cold sterile air nipping at your cheeks, you try not to look too befuddled as a far more familiar voice fills your skull with a cheeky, raspy laugh!

”Done deal, scout! How ya’ feelin’, hm? Soul still intact?”

Y-yea, you mutter wearily, earning the archdevil’s intrigue.

”S’matter? Constipated?”

N-no, you reply as you force a laugh out of your lungs, you’re just… you’re not used to him doing that, is all!

”Hey, not MY fault you’re so skittish about it…” The Archdevil grumbles as Trier mumbles to himself like a vagrant on the subway, ”You could learn a thing or two from your better half, y’know! She’s nowhere near as squeamish around me!”

So he keeps saying, you ruefully reply. Did she get that message you asked him to pass along?

”Mhm!”

… any… replies?

>CONTD.
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>>6334494
”The minute she sends one along you’ll be the first ta’ hear about it, pard!”

… Swell. Well despite fate’s best efforts you don’t seem to be dead or soulsucked… and as you struggle to regain your equilibrium, Trier temporarily breaks from his spirited schizobabble to address you once more!

”A SiMPlE GeASs, YyYeSssS… At DAwN IT Will Be ColLEcTED, YesSssSs….”

Great, you shrug, you’re really happy for him! So does this mean you’re free to leave, or?

”IF it WilLS It…”

Does it ‘WiLS It’?
>Yep, get me outta here!
>Hold on, you have some more questions!
>’Talk’ to RED!
>Write-In!
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>>6334495
>Yep, get me outta here!
buh bye
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>>6334495
>Yep, get me outta here!
Oh cool, we finally got a second voice in our head.
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>>6334495
>Yep, get me outta here!
GET ME OUT OF HERE
I WANT MY CAT WIFE
I WANT MY CUTE AND FUNNY DEMON
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>>6334503
>>6334532
>>6334559
>YEP!
Loud and clear, folks! Writinggggg
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>>6334559
+1, also our sweet cinnamon bun troll friend.
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You can’t get your answer out of your mouth quick enough. You don’t plan on adhering to Trier’s Fairy Godmother-esque agreement to be back by dawn, but it doesn’t make the situation feel any less tense! If your haste offends the Archmage at all, he doesn’t show it–a dull flicker spread across his many eyes is the only sliver of emotion you get!

”iT Is DisMISSed…” Croaks the conjurer as you once more feel the tingle of magic dance around your form, ”but NOt foR LonG….”

Trier’s warning lingers in your head and comes along for the ride as you’re whisked away from his vile lab and deposited…

AAAAUUUUUGH!!!!
SPLAAASH!

“OI!” Snarls a gruff and gravely voice, “Ye’ can’t be swimmerin’ in that pool, lad! It be a GEYSER!

Heeding the snarling stranger’s words, you wade out of the foul-smelling pool in his direction and are given a rough, hempen rag for your troubles!

“Ach…” Groans the Gnok with a shake of his head, “Tourists… think the whole blasted place be a bath’ouse…”

N-not your intent, you shiver as your wet robes are beset on all sides by the brisk mountain air, you were just trying to get back to CRYSTALMELT-

“Aye, ye’ succeeded!” Grunts the Gnok as you gratefully give back his rag, “Though this be the backyard! If’n yer’ here for that blasted Spinnerin’ tonight it’ll be upstairs, mind!” Spitting into the rag, his eyes shift towards the distant sounds of equipment being set up!

GALOCK!

Bracing yourself for a spell, you relax a bit as the Gnok next to you tenses up! A cluster of eyes come rushing up the hill towards you both belonging to a very distraught-looking Mzz’goe’virr lass!

G-GALOCK!!!

“Aye, aye, me ears ain’t THAT far-gone yet…” Galock grumbles as he turns to address the newcomer, “What be the problem now, ey?”

“It’s dreadful! Horrible, really! There’s-” Before she can finish, the addled employee’s eyes fall upon you with recognition growing in her gaze! “E-erm, e-excuse me, ser…”

Who, you? Woah, you’re a ‘Ser’ now!

“You’re with the performing party, correct?” She adds with a demure tilt to her tone! Yea, you nod, with Lutza, ri-

“Y-yes! Her!” The Mzz’goe’virr mutters as her eyes frantically dance across your surroundings! “There’s, erm… W-well there might be a, um… there’s-”

“Koral’s Horns, girl, spit it out afore it KILLS ye!” Groans Galock with a spirited shake of his head!

“Y-yes, right!” The Mzz’gal’virr nods! “There’s… a situation in one of the baths… w-we heard shouting and…”

You don’t even bother listening to the rest before starting down the hill! She can take you there!

>CONTD.
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>>6334592
It isn’t hard to follow the six-eyed girl, even if she does rush ahead on fleet feet! Following her close, however, you manage to duck and weave most of the Crystalmelt guests idling in your path, and the ones you jostle earn a quick apology from you as you scamper by!

“I-It’s through there!” She sputters as you hear the muffled, but still noisy commotion she described just a few rooms ahead! “Th-they might just be a little drunk, but-”

You don’t even wait for her description–you recognize one of the raised voices immediately, and that’s cause enough for you to dart through the dressing room!

“I-IT’S CUSTOMARY TO STRIP DOW-”

NO TIME! Bursting into the bathhouse, you barely manage to LIMBO beneath a fireball aimed at your head! As it tears through some kind of bamboo-esque feature behind you, you order its thrower to stand down! It’s YOU!

“Huh? What the HELLS are you doing here?”

Nice to see you too, Rezzie. Before you can interrogate the demon, you feel something slink over to your side! T-Tzah-Tzie?!

Wrong, try again!

Ah, Toppel. Still a Durher, you see-OW!

Keep your voice down!” Mutters the magess as she remains behind you with a wary look on her tiny face! “There’s--”

Before she can finish, the water in front of you ERUPTS as something HUGE leaps out with a beastly roar! Snatching you up in its sinewy arms, they’re about two seconds from putting you into a crocodile deathroll when their big yellow eyes realize who they’re dealing with!

“... Rook!?” Volka sputters, still dripping as she stares you down with visible confusion etched into her features, “The Hells are you doin’ in the Girl Baths?” A vacant blink leaves her equally-vacant head. “... You ARE a male, right? I never really asked-”

“HAH! If he’s a male then I’d hate to see a FEMALE human!” Croons Rezzie!

SHHH!!!!” Toppel hisses as her claws dig into your leg!

Can everyone CHILL for a moment!? You were brought here because the attendants heard a racket, so what’s the big dea-

>Roll me 1d100 just for fun! Best of 3! For fun!
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>>6334559
>>6334572
Don't worry, gang, you favorite gals are safe. Probably!
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Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>6334593
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Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>6334593
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>>6334594
Well, two of three (and Toppel) seem fine so far, so...
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Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>6334593
The ANTON AURA will make up for this impromptu faux pas.
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>>6334595
>>6334600
>>6334602
>HIGHEST ROLL: 86!
Lucky duckies! Writing this afternoon--got a few meetings, unfortunately!
>>6334601
Toppel certainly doesn't mind being in the baths with Rezzie, no
>>6334602
So Goddamn True, Questie
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The big deal, whatever it is, LEAPS from the water with a faint splash, sending an arc of fine-scented bathwater across your cheek!

It’s all the motivation you need to LIMBO, and good thing too–bending backwards puts you juuustt out of reach of something thin, but sharp–sharp enough to whistle as it whizzes through the space your face just occupied!

DON’T MOVE!

You’re not exactly ‘jazzed’ about taking orders from Toppel, but you acquiesce anyways! To your surprise, the attacks end there, leaving you to stand in the waist-deep bathwater with soaked robes and confusion etching into your expression!

What… was that?

Magi’bah….” The sorceress hisses as she lingers on the side of the bath, “Water Element. Small one too, I think… and more than one, most likely.

Okay, you frown, follow-up: WHY is there a Magi’bah in the Girl’s Bath?

“Why indeed!” Scoffs Rezzie as she flicks her damp hair with a groan, “Probably some pervert after a lock of my luxurious hair…” A sly grin forms on her face as her red eyes fall upon you. “Probably taught you everything he knows!”

You… don’t know about that theory…

“Tch… you could fill a LIBRARY with things you ‘don’t know’...”

“If I had ta’ guess,” Volka guesses as the poor girl struggles to keep her tail still and above the bath, “I figure it’s those sneaky Spicys again! But this time they ain’t even bothering sending a meat-n-blood assassin!”

“Not after how I handled the last ones…” Rezzie cackles! “Oi, AnTARD. I’m hungry. Go get me some food, peasant.”

W-WAIT!

You don’t know what you’re more disappointed about: that you nearly moved after Toppel told you not to only a moment ago, or that you moved because Rezzie ordered you to.

It’s tracking your movement in the waterrrrr!!!” Toppel whines as she shoots an uneasy glance around the room! Okay, you sigh, so why did Volka drag you in?

“I uh…” The Skog stammers, her cheeks adopting a beet-red hue as she struggles to avoid your pointed gaze, “I thought you might’ve been the conjurer, so-”

She was underwater–how could she have known? Also, you add, WHY was she underwater in the first place!?

“Oh, that’s easy!” Grins your Superior Officer with a twinkle in her eye, “Can’t see Magi’bah too well, so ya’ gotta use yer’ senses! Figured I’d sniff it out!”

… Under…water?

“Hah! Yep, didn’t really think that one through, did I?”

You don’t bother answering that one. So, you sigh, any ideas on how to handle this?

“Whallop the caster, of course!” Volka suggests, earning a few murmurs of assent from her fellow females. “‘S the whole reason we’re in here in the first place–Toppel an’ Oti picked up some magic outside the suite and guess what we found?”

… A mage?

>CONTD.
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>>6335040
“A MAGE!” Snorts the Skog! “Chased ‘em here, so they’ve gotta be nearby!”

Unless they slipped out already…” Toppel adds with a rapidly-drooping frown. “And for the last time: KEEP. IT. DOWN.

“We ARE, moron!” Rezzie barks as she flies to Volka’s aid, “These are our ‘Indoor Voices!’”

Hey, Toppel’s a mage, you interject, can’t she sense the sorcerer? The Durher shakes her head.

The springwater here is rife with magical energy… good for the skin, bad for magical detection.” The sorceress pauses to study you for a moment. “Which reminds me: why are you wearing a robe in a bath? Are you stupid?

Is she saying they paused their pursuit to strip down? The girls answer with a cornucopia of coughs and non-committal noises.

“I mean… it’s only proper, ain’t it?” Volka answers, shrugging her massive shoulders and showering you in magical droplets!

You left them alone for a few posts… a few posts! Okay, Toppel, you add with a sigh, can’t she, like, blast the water with fire or lightning or something?

”And cook you all? The thought HAD crossed my mind, but-

But she didn’t want to do that, you interject as you give your forehead a much-deserved slap, right…

Actually I didn’t want to offend my DARK LADY an-

But she DIDN’T WANT TO DO THAT, you pointedly repeat! Taking a steadying–and very pleasantly-scented–breath, you run through the facts one more time:

There’s an elemental in the water with you–maybe more. They’re small, but you just got your head chopped off by one. Not ideal!

If you move, they’ll notice. Couldn’t hurt to be quiet either.

They’re sustained by a CONJURER hidden nearby… if they’re incapacitated or lose their focus, no more Magi’bah!

The question is… what do?

INVENTORY/SKILL PASTEBIN:https://pastebin.com/xdk5kHyA
>Make a distraction! Toss something in the water!
>Get Toppel to blast you out with wind or something!
>Pull something out of BIISII’S BAG!
>Launch yourself outta the water with a HELLGEYSER!
>Cast DISPEL MAGIC in the water!
>Have Rezzie blow a hole in the bath–let it drain out!
>Call Obber over! He can sniff stuff out, right?
>Have Toppel fill the area surrounding the bath with nasty magic! Foul-scented fog! Ice! Something!
>Rezzie knows magic! Freeze the water around everyone!
>Stay Silent! They’ll think you disappeared!
>Write-In!
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>>6335040
Wait, Rezzie has hair?
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>>6335044
Who knows! It might be a coral-like growth too!
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>>6335042
>Pull something out of BIISII’S BAG!
I just wanna finally test out the bag. I mean, it's not one time use right?
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>>6335047
Nope! Go nuts!
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>>6335042
>Pull something out of BIISII’S BAG!
The baaag
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>>6335042
>Pull something out of BIISII’S BAG!
PRAY. PRAY FOR THE BAG TO HELP US OUT.
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>>6335047
>>6335077
>>6335083
>THE BAG! THE BAAAAAGGG!!!!!
Okay you psychos, here's how it's gonna play out:
>Roll me 1d100. That's it. Lemme handle the rest. : )
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Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>6335105
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>>6335106
GOOD! Writing!
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>>6335044
I maintain that she is a pterosaur, and thus has fuzzy integument according to the most current science.

>>6335106
Hoo boy...
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They wanna play with magic? Then by Jove, you’ll play with magic! Hastily retrieving the ensorceled souvenir you snagged from Trimbault’s Magic Item Vault out from the dark recesses of your voluminous pockets, you hold BIISII’S BAG aloft like some hempen Excalibur!

“Errr, Rook?” Volka mutters as she blankly regards the bag, “What’s that?”

The solution to your problems, you reply with a grin! Granted you have no clue what this thing holds–all you got was a half-assed description written by someone who couldn’t write their way out of a paper bag–but you’re not exactly flush with ideas right now… and you aren’t about to mess around when you’ve got Water Elementals chomping at the bit to give you a very, VERY close shave!

Your hand plunges into the sack and is immediately beset by a symphony of sensations: a swarm of tiny somethings nip at your wrist! Piping-hot vapor scalds your skin! And for a brief moment you feel something cold… but fleshy wrap around your wrist!

“Are you actually gonna DO anything or did you just say that for attention?” Hisses Rezalith as Toppel takes a few more steps away from the bath’s perimeter! She’s one to talk!

“J-just…” Toppel trembles, not bothering to whisper any longer as concern spreads through her foxlike face, “Just be careful with that-”

Your hand is too busy being burned, stung, bitten, scratched, shocked, and possibly licked for you to listen, and once your hand DOES close around something, you don’t even wait to see what it is… you YANK!

Your quarry emerges from the bag with barely any struggle, and it doesn’t take long to realize why! The item, or critter, or whatever it’s supposed to be daintily sits in your palm with a slightly prickly surface like some kind of sea urchin! But while those are prickly, this thing is… well, it almost feels like it’s made of thick, wet toilet paper!

Needless to say, you’re ready to get rid of it when it starts to shiver in your hand… but before you can do anything, the pokething lets loose with a deafening SHRIEK as the area around it is bathed in enough magic to make your eyes shake!

“R-ROOK, WHAT’S-”

Volka’s answer arrives swifter than you’d anticipated–as your item fades into the aether, you feel an invisible force tug your body upwards… along with everything around it! Water, incense burners, chimes, the girls–all of it launches ceilingward as if the whole world had been turned on its head, turning the calm bathing area into a clutter cacophony!

Thankfully your face takes the brunt of the landing-induced blow… but the minute you regain your equilibrium you’re already tumbling back where you came from! Slamming into the bare bath floor, all you can do is groan as the water joins you shortly after!

>CONTD.
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>>6335535
Gasping for breath, you emerge just in time to watch Rezalith launch herself towards a corner of the bathhouse… and get launched away by a massive wave!

Th-THERE!” She sputters as she coughs up some of the attack, “Over there!”

As if on cue, a distant cough turns into a laugh…

“Go-ho… Go-Hoho! GOOOHOHOHO!

… A very distinct laugh. Its owner emerges from what you assume used to be a rock feature–the telltale six eyes of a Mzz’goe’virr looking your way… and their owner?

He’s SMILING!

“GO-HOHO! The rumors were true… you certainly are full of surprises… ANTON PEAS!

https://youtu.be/4GcksESdEqc

Toppel moves to cast something, but the Mzz’goe’virr cuts her off with a sharp ‘shh’!

“Ah-ah-ah~” He croons with a lazy pirouette, “Cease your spellslinging, my sweet, or your friends shall be sliced into slivers!”

Toppel frowns. “... They’re not exactly my frie-

“Anton Peas!” The Mzz’goe’virr exclaims as a floral, but spicy scent fills the humid air, “Allow me to introduce myself: I… am SUULOM SULOTZ... SIXFACE’S secondmost astute assassins… and I shall be entertaining you for the all-forseeable future! GO-HO~”

That won’t be for long, you laconically reply, it’s one against four in case he can’t count! Why not surrender right away?

“GO-HOHOHO! Out of the question, I’m afraid!” The Assassin smirks! “You see, even IF SIXFACE didn’t order me to eliminate your friends with extreme prejudice… AND if they weren’t especially-incensed at their daring escape from the canals-”

“Oh yea, it was SWELL, Rook!” Volka gushes, eyes wide and grinning as if you weren’t all about to be killed, “We got into this huge chase, see, and Mor and I took a Spicy hostage! Oh, and just when we were about to fall into a deadly pit, Rez-Rez here snatched us up an-”

“Yes, yes, commendable effort indeed!” Croons the killer with a snap of his claw! Volka’s smile dissipates immediately as something shifts in the water around her! “But even IF that didn’t happen, and I’m all-too-aware that it did, it wouldn’t change one very VERY important fact!”

… Which is?

“That I,” Suulom sighs, “Am a GENTLEMAN!” The water dances around you like a hotel’s fancy fountain! “And since it was oh-so-easy to lure your lassies into a tricksy trap, I issue to you… a CHALLENGE!

Toppel’s eyes widen at the words. “D-don’t-”

“GO-HO!” As if on cue, a wave of water rises over Toppel’s tiny form–the pillar sounding large enough to engulf the entirety of that side of the room! “Mind your manners, my sweet! The men are speaking!” Shifting his eyes your way once more, the Mzz’goe’virr magician lets loose with another one of his kooky laughs!

>CONTD.
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>>6335539
“GO-HO… But I digress! The terms are simple, Anton my Adversary: best me in battle and the ladies a-leave alive!”

… And if you refuse?

The Hydromancer’s many eyes narrow. “Then it becomes a game of chance, my friend! But know this… and know it well: the odds are NOT in your favor… Go-ho…”

The guy’s confident, that’s for sure… the real question is whether he can back it up or not! Would one-on-one combat be better than just rushing him all at once? Those Magi’bah seem pretty fast, but Rezzie might be faster…

What do?
>Fine, you’ll kick his butt!
>Nah! Get ‘em!
>Stall him! Keep him talking! Maybe someone can creep up!
>Ventriloquism! You’re already behind him!
>Stay Silent! He’ll think you disappeared!
>’Trip’ and try to swim over underwater!
>Volka, toss me!
>Introduce him to RED!
>Write-In!
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>>6335542
Ah shit I totally forgot to vote
>Ventriloquism! You’re already behind him!
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>>6335542
>Ventriloquism! You’re already behind him!
YOU'RE ALREADY DEAD!
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>>6335542
>Ventriloquism! You’re already behind him!
>Then bean him with something
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>>6335622
>>6335630
>>6335647
>VENTRILOQUISM
WHO SAID THAT?! Here goes something...
>Roll me 1d100+1 (+2 Illusionist Initiate, +2 All The World's a Stage, +2 Gravity Shift Grief, -5 Savvy Spice Carteler!) to see how your trick pays off! Best of 3! Will probably write the update tomorrow!
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Rolled 82 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>6335701
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Rolled 64 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>6335701
IT'S ME! ico! I'M THE ONE WHO SAID IT!
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Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>6335701
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>>6335703
>>6335719
>>6335736
>HIGHEST ROLL: 83!
Golly! Writing!
>>6335719
Uh oh, you gave yourself away
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The odds might not be in your favor, but that’s never stopped you before! And based on Toppel’s protracted reaction, you get the feeling there’s more to Suulom’s challenge than meets the ear!

A challenge, you ask as mock befuddlement clouds your expression, but why?

“GO-HO~, why indeed!?” Scoffs Suulom! “Mayhap a demonstration is in order? Who shall my Magi’bah mangle first, I wonder…”

“The feisty fiend?” He coos as Rezzie bristles at the sound of water lapping at her side!

“The Meddlesome Mage?” Toppel puts on a bold front, but you can see her eyes trembling!

“... Or perhaps The Gentle Giant?” You can almost hear a Water Magi’bah straining to extend up to Volka’s full height just a stone’s throw away from you. To her credit, The Skog’s narrowed eyes never leave Suulom’s!

Hmm, you reply as you weigh your options, that’s a thinker! But… isn’t he forgetting someone?

“Go-HO!” Laughs the assassin, “No, I don’t believe I am-”

IT’S ME! ICO-

Wide-eyed and flatfooted, the Mzz’goe’virr mobster spins like a ballerina as the sound of swift-running water intertwines with a dull ‘SCchCHTKSH!

NOOOO!!!! Not ICO!” Volka shouts, eyes wide and voice ragged from shock!

It’s a bitter pill to swallow: your good friend Ico knew the risks… and they knew you wouldn’t miss reaping the rewards! Seizing the moment you could have wasted with VENTRILOQUISM, you rush over to Volka and leap out of the water! Concern gives way to determination, and in one fluid movement The Skog plucks you out of the air and HURLS you like a javelin at the stupefied Spicy!

https://youtu.be/fqF2JgMziOw

“Go-HUH!?

A roaring wave rises to greet you, but you meet it in kind with a handful of HELLFIRE! Bringing your flaming fingers forward, you carve through the aquatic obstacle with one swift swipe, showering your face with a spray of steam!

You fly fast, but your foe flees faster! Pirouetting away from your attack, the Water Mage sends you off with a wave in your wake!

The wave gives way to drops, and the drops slip past you as sharp as darts! Twisting and twirling mid-flight as best you can, you ready another handful of HELLFIRE as you hear the gurgle and gush of a fresh wave forming in your flight path!

“You missed…” The unneeded observation’s owner intercepts you on swift wings, catching your flying form in her fiendish fingers! “Would it KILL you to be any less pathetic!?”

It would definitely kill you if you were a little MORE pathetic, yea! Hugging you close to her bath-scented and somewhat distractingly-bare body, Rezalith whips around in a tight loop in the air as the condensation around you explodes into bursts of razor-sharp water!

>CONTD.
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Suulom’s ecstatic ‘GO-HO’s fill the room as your favorite fiend ducks, dives, and weaves through the gruesome gauntlet of dagger droplets and the Magi’bah’s tempestuous tentacles from below! One even grazes Rezzie’s wing as she divebombs Suulom’s platform, but not before you huck a few FIREBALLS his way!

Showered with pokey precipitation, Rezzie slows down a bit as the projectiles let up! Before you can ask what happened, your answer comes in the form of several snowflakes caking your face!

“Go-HO! Cryomancy… should have known!”

Splitting his offensive between you and Toppel, the Mzz’goe’virr deftly dances through Toppel’s snowy assault, giving Rezalith enough time to hurl you at the sorcerer!

>Roll me 1d100+4 (+2 Fleet Footwork, +5 Hellish Help, +3 Sorceress Support, -4 Menaced by Magi’bah, -2 Chilled) to hit this HUNK! Best of 3!
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Rolled 81 + 4 (1d100 + 4)

>>6335983
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Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>6335983
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Rolled 66 + 4 (1d100 + 4)

>>6335983
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>>6335983
Also
>ripico.png
kek
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>>6335983
Late to roll but I gotta say
I'M FUCKING DEAD AAAAAAAA (kino, QM.)
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>>6335984
>>6335989
>>6336053
>HIGHEST ROLL: 85!
Writing in a bit--still got errands to run but I'm still alive, don't worry!
>>6336058
https://youtu.be/qekHDIZbZP8
>>6336124
The Darklands ain't kind to no tenderfoots, pilgrim... I warned yas
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Rezzie’s fiendish throw sends you flying like a burning brick through a window of water, and despite his best attempts, Suulom can’t quite seem to put a stop to your fleet flight! Frantically swiping at you like cats trying to swat a laser pointer dot, the Magi’bah fail to keep you from your final destination: the Mzz’goe’virr Mage’s smug face!

Even with two fistfuls of HELLFIRE, however, your airborne assault is cut short by magical resistance–quite a bit, in fact! You can’t even keep track of how many shields you melt through, but just when you think you have him, the Aquamancer shrugs you off with a splash that sends you soaring back towards the bath!

“Go-HO! Your aggression is exquisite, my friend, but can you keep up the pace?”

Can HE!? You’re about to launch yourself back into his face with a well-placed HELLGEYSER when you hear it: a faint splash just below you! Adjusting your aim, you manage to shoot yourself ceilingward instead just as a trio of razor-sharp Magi’bah tendrils swipe at where your face was gonna be… but the celebration is short-lived!

“Well fought, but you’re MINE now!”

Sending Rezzie, Toppel, and Volka reeling with another roaring tidal wave originating around his tiny island retreat, Suulom snaps his claws in your direction, prompting a chorus of splashes headed your way!

As the aquatic eviscerators approach with evil intent, you ready two more handfuls of HELLFIRE and put on your WARFACE! He can try to grab you, sure, but you’ve got a hot hand… and no matter how things turn out, things are gonna get STEAMY in here!

… You don’t mean like, ‘sexy’ steamy though! Just so everyone’s aware-

Your thoughts are cut short by the familiar tingle of magic at your back! A panicked yelp wriggles free of your lips as you slam into a massive, icy pillar! Wait a second–why would Suulom suddenly use ice to trap y-

USE IT, YOU DOLT!” Toppel screams as her eyes BLINK out of existence just in time to dodge another splash! Oh yea, huh!

Trading a handful of flames for another HELLGEYSER, you grit your teeth and squint as Hell’s heat blasts forth from your palm and sends you hurtling back towards your obnoxious opponent! His lips curl into a wicked grin as his Magi’bah rush to greet you, but the gals are there first!

Sailing through the air with uncharacteristic speed and guile, Volka leaps into the fray like a leaping crocodile swinging a Toppel-conjured ice cube into the constructs like they owed her money!

Rezzie, on the other hand, ensures the bath remains hot by carpet-bombing the area around Suulom, prompting the caster to BLINK, dodge, and douse the flames instead of attacking you!

>CONTD.
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The water churns as the bathhouse becomes a battle… house! But it’s over long before it begins: charging up one last HELLGEYSER, you bring the sizzling strike upon Suulom’s last remaining shield! It puts up a good fight, but in between fighting three other combatants and directing a host of Magi’bah, you can’t fault him for letting his guard down…

Which, as it turns out, is exactly what the Mzz’goe’virr does! Feeling the magical barrier crumble beneath your assault, you land in an awkward heap on top of the dazed mage and thank whatever Gods are watching that you decided to keep your clothes on… Rezzie would have never let you hear the end of it!

Another handful of flames poofs into your hand just in time for another strike, but before you can deal the final blow, Suulom’s expression gives way to pure, unadulterated panic!

P-PARLEY! PARLEY, good sir, please!”

You pause with a derisive snort. Did he really think that’s gonna work?

“I think about many things, actually…” He hastily replies! Such as?

“Like is love truly the most powerful force in the planes?” Asks the sorcerer with a wistful sigh!

“Gosh, I hope so…” Volka remarks as she wades over to the defeated wizard’s side! “Sometimes it just feels like nothing but doom and gloom in this wacky world of ours…”

“I’m in love!” Toppel swoons as hearts seem to form in her eyes! “And yes, it’s as powerful as they say~”

“I see….” Rezzie nods as she lands on the decorative island in the middle of the bath with a sagely nod, “So engaging in love breeds power…”

Did they all drink the bathwater or something? It’s a rhetorical question, but the bashful looks you get from Toppel and Volka don’t inspire much confidence…

“It’s… supposed to be healthy and magical… right?” Mutters the Skog as her eyes skirt away from yours!

“... Y-yea, I drank it because I thought it was healthy too… myep…mhm!” Toppel adds as her eyes skirt away from Rezzie’s!

By the way, you ask in a desperate attempt to change the subject, where’s Obber? The dreamy look in Toppel’s eyes gives way to a derisive groan.

“Oh, him... I told him to watch over Oti and the others, but-”

“Oh, him? He’s been snuggling with me in the bath this whole time, the cheeky little punk!” Punctuating the explanation with a good-natured laugh, Volka retrieves a Maakar-sized something from beneath the water and giggles! “Playful fella just wouldn’t stop rubbing against my hindquarters! That’s Maakar for ‘We’re friends’, ain’t it?”

Obber merely coughs up some bathwater as his sister stares daggers into his non-existent eyes. AAAAannnyways….

“Alas! It would appear I’ve been bested!” Suulom sighs, still pinned beneath you! “Well, it was worth a try, I suppose…”

Again, you sigh, did he really think this was gonna work out? The assassin shrugs.

>CONTD.
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>>6337311
“Kind of? I expected to trap the ladies in the water with my Magi’bahs… but I didn’t expect ANTON PEAS to be BRASH enough to storm the Women’s Bath… or that other person I slayed!”

They’ll be missed, you nod as you solemnly remember all the good times you and Ico had. But c’mon, you’re not about to abandon your friends! Even if it is the, uh… girl’s bath…

“Yes, why are you here anyways?” Toppel asks, her head barely bobbing above the bathwater as she Durher-paddles over to your island! “You-”

Look, you sigh, you’ll explain all this later! First thing’s first: what to do with THIS jackass!

“Well,” Suulom begins as if reading off a menu at a new restaurant, “I’d obviously prefer it if you DIDN’T kill me, but as an assassin I’ll respect your decision if you choose to do so.”

“Does eating him alive count as killing?” Rezzie asks thoughtfully. “Because if it doesn’t-”

“He wasn’t the only one who attacked, Rook.” Volka adds with a stern look etched into her face. “The rest of the gang might still need our help…”

“If you DO decide to kill me,” Suulom adds with an apologetic grin, “Would you mind keeping the killing blows away from my face? You’d be disappointing a lot of people if you ruined it, you know!”

Where do they FIND these jerks? And where’s Tzah-Tzie now that you think about it? She loves baths!

You’ll have to get the answers later. For now, what do?
>Kill him. This guy’s a Spicy–he’s totally up to something!
>Take him with you to the others! Hostage time!
>Knock him out and leave him here. No time to lose!
>Interrogation! What does he know!?
>Write-In!

Also dear lord, sorry, all! This weekend got CRAZY BUSY and I didn't even expect it! I'll try to keep everyone in the loop better going forward--sorry for all the waiting!
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>>6337312
>Knock him out and leave him here. No time to lose!
We're too busy.
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>>6337312
>Knock him out and leave him here. No time to lose!
Punch him REALLY hard in the face. He said to keep the KILLING blows away from it, not the KNOCKOUT blows.
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>>6337326
+1 to slugging him the the shnoz, but also

>>6337312
>Write-In: Knock him out AND take him with you as a hostage!
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>>6337312
>Write-In: Knock him out AND take him with you as a hostage!
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>>6337326
Ehhh, I'll back the WRITE IN if it's doable, just to prevent a tie.
As long as we punch him in the shnoz, it's all good.
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>>6337343
>>6337425
>>6337533
>KNOCK OUT AND TAKE HOSTAGE (Just make sure we punch him in the shnoz)
>>6337314
>KNOCKOUT AND LEAVE
Works for me! WRITINGGGGG
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You don’t have time to play ‘Twenty Questions’ with this kook–not while the rest of your pals could be fighting for their lives against countless other flamboyant hitmen! You only have one thing to say to him, you smile as you bring your fist above your head!

The Mzz’goe’virr smiles back! “Is it ‘I will let you go’?”

Nah, you snort, it’s ‘GOODNIGHT!

https://youtu.be/3FR7shpgmB0?t=122

Your fist comes crashing down onto Suulom’s leathery face!

“... Ow! Was I not CLEAR about the blows to my face!?” He whines with an incredulous look slipping onto his face! “What are you doing!?”

Knocking his ass out, you fire back as you ready another blow! And he said ‘KILLING BLOWS’! This is fair game! Now, uh… ‘SWEET DREAMS!

https://youtu.be/3FR7shpgmB0?t=122

“Shit… you’ll leave a bruise at this rate…”

“Want me to take a swing at it, Rook?” Asks Volka as Suulom cradles his now-aching, but clearly still-conscious face! No no, you mutter with a dismissive wave, you got this!

“OW!”

“Tch… soft little AnTWERP... couldn’t knock out a paper bag!”

That’s not even POSSIBLE, you snap after yet another attempt!

“Would… would it help if I held my breath or something?” Suulom weakly croaks.

“Can’t you use a rock?” Toppel adds with an impatient huff! “Plenty to choose from…”

You just need everyone to be QUIET, okay? You’ll get it! Just… just go get dressed or something!

“Ooh, what if you smothered me?! I think I stepped on a particularly-thick leaf when I was trying to kill y-”

SSSSHHH!!!!

You manage to incapacitate the assassin a few minutes–and several blows to the face–later. Choking him out might’ve helped a bit too. With the hydromancer limper than an overcooked noodle, you turn to Volka as she and the gals return from getting dressed! Can she carry this guy? You’ll want to talk to him once this all blows over!

“Heh! ‘Can I carry this guy?’ he says! Can a Maakar fill out tax forms?”


You blink. C-can they?

“Click.”

“Thanks, mate. Totally behind this year…” Giving Obber a pat on the head, Volka lays your hydrophilic hostage over her shoulder and gives you a wink! With that settled, the six of you scamper out of the bath, much to the befuddled bath attendant’s bafflement!

“D-did the situation resolve itself, or..?!”

Yep, you shout as you lead the charge down the hall, total misunderstanding, don’t worry!

“That bath wasn’t relaxing enough!” Adds Rezzie with a sneer! “I’ll have you FIRED, girl!”

“P-please don’t speak to my boss!” Mutters the Mzz’goe’virr, her shaky voice growing fainter as you continue down the hall!

“Boss?” Frowns the fiend, “I was going to bathe her in fire…”

KEEP MOVING!

>CONTD.
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It doesn’t take you long to make your way back to Lutza’s suite, nor is it particularly difficult: just gotta follow the booms! Granted, the sounds reach your ears muffled by the thick walls around you, but by the time you and the others pile out of the elevat-

’SCENDOCHAMBER~’” Corrects Toppel as she ‘accidentally’ presses herself against Rezzie’s side.

Right, that. Once you pile out of the ‘Scendochamber’, your nose is immediately met with the acrid scent of fresh smoke and ozone filling the quaking hall!

“Okay, I know what you’re thinkin’,” Volka begins as another explosion rocks the whole floor of the resort, “But this? This looks WAY better than it did a few minutes ago when we chased that Water Mage punk!”

A burst of magic cuts your rescue mission short, as does the Durher Mage that poofs into the hallway ahead of you with a cocky laugh!

“Aha~bested Suulom, I wager? Why not try SIXFACE’S secondmost powerful assassin on for size, then? HAALSTI THE BLUR... and believe me… the pleasure’s all mine!”

“Wait, wasn’t Suulom the secondmost whatever?” Asks Volka as she unceremoniously drops the comatose killer onto the floor!

“Ha! As if!” Haalsti cackles! “Now then… DO try to keep up!”

Damn it, you groan, now you gotta deal with frickin’ HAALSTI THE BLUR? You can already feel him whipping up a spell…

>Roll me 1d100+4 (+2 Fleet Footwork, +5 Demon Support, +5 Skog Support, +2 Toppel Mage Defense, -7 Speedy Sorcerer, -3 Close Quarters) to catch this kook! Best of 3!
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Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>6337598
Aaand another one...really wish we had Liz and her trigger finger here to go no bodycam mode on their asses.
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Rolled 21 + 4 (1d100 + 4)

>>6337598
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Rolled 42 + 4 (1d100 + 4)

>>6337598
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>>6337600
>Liz and her trigger finger
The downside is she might shoot someone we like.
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>>6337736
I can't believe Liz turned out to be a yandere who shot TT in the face to get back with Anton...
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>>6337733
>HIGHEST ROLL: 99!!!
Golly! Writing!
>>6337600
>>6337736
C'mon, have a little faith in your cute ex! She really is a sweetheart once you get to know her!
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>>6337740
>once you get to know her
That's what I'm afraid of: that she'll shoot first and make small-talk later. She almost got Morook, and Volka is objectively a bigger threat at first blush!
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>>6337740
I don't WANT her to be a sweetheart because then I'll feel sad and wish Anton was back with her.
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You’re already cooking up some HELLFIRE when a familiar pair of big yellow eyes shine through the gloom behind your new opponent!

“Ah. That’s where you ran off to.”

Haalsti whips around just in time to catch a blow to the face that puts his spell on hold indefinitely, and as the speedy sorcerer stumbles to the floor, his attacker follows with a flurry of blows!

You and the gang watch Morook wail on the miniscule mage for a few minutes both out of silent respect and genuine awe. The sound of each punch reverberates through the hall like someone open-palm slapping a piece of baloney in a church, and it’s only after a few minutes giving your would-be attacker the proverbial ‘works’ that the ranger looks up to address you!

“Welcome back, Anton. Glad to see you’re okay.”

Errr, h-him as well, you reply as you steal a stunned glance at his half-sister behind you! Is everything okay on this floor? The Chytree answers with a shrug.

“I certainly hope so. I left Oti to assist Miss Lutza’s entourage with SIXFACE’S secondmost powerful assassin, but-

The wall adjacent to you ERUPTS like a volcano as a charred something comes crashing through with a few chunks of burning rubble! Through the newly-bored hole you spot Oti’s glowing green eyes alongside Joplin’s–the two mages huffing and puffing while the Tiito Triplets form a body barrier around their fuzzy employer!

“Looks like they’re done.”

“We can only hope so…” Oti grumbles as he floats through the hole over to you. “You’re alive. Good. That little stunt you pulled had me questioning your sanity.”

You can’t help but frown at that. What, does he mean when you went to your meeting? And where the Hell is TT anyways?

“He means when you rushed in to take her somewhere safe!” Toppel explains as she leans against a sighing Oti. “Is your memory THAT bad?”

Took her somewhere safe?! You can already feel the tiny tendrils of panic start to burrow into your head as the question leaves your lips! Wh-huh!?

“Don’tcha remember, Rook?” Volka asks as she playfully slaps your shoulder out of its socket, “It was a little after the attacks started–you scurried over trembling like a totta and practically dragged the poor thing outta’ here!”

“Yea, you looked real pathetic.” Rezzie helpfully adds. “Moreso than usual, now that I think about it!”

“It… DID seem a bit odd, yes…” The soft voice heralds Lutza’s approach through the suite’s new entrance–the starlet’s eyes wide with worry! “But before we could protest you’d already spirited her away…”

Cool, you huff as reality builds a wall around you and starts to close in, so what if you told everyone that WASN’T you who took TT away?

>CONTD.
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>>6337824
The whole hallway/suite combo falls silent as its occupants slowly realize you aren’t joking around.

“That…” Morook begins, his droning voice catching as he struggles to capture the right amount of sympathy, “... Would not be good, no...”

Super! Glad we got that established! What’s the next step!?
>Walk me through what happened! Specifics!
>Let’s start interrogating these hostages!
>Anyone have any clue what might’ve happened here?
>Try to find some clue of where TT and ‘You’ could have gone!
>Write-In!

>>6337757
True, true... Volka's a bigger threat, but that just means there's much more to snuggle!
>>6337759
Well hopefully she'll be a bitch when you meet up with her then!
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>>6337759
Can't top TT.
w who am I kidding, every Bones waifu is a charmer

>>6337824
I'm beginning to feel more and more afraid of whoever it is these guys are afraid to even fake-usurp as #1.

>>6337826
...And he's probably the one who nabbed TT, huh? FML.

Anton and Oti:
>Let’s start interrogating these hostages!

Everyone else:
>Try to find some clue of where TT and ‘You’ could have gone!
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>>6337826
>Try to find some clue of where TT and ‘You’ could have gone!
We have to kill this faker....
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>>6337833
Yes... Ico would have wanted it this way, questers...
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>>6337826
>Try to find some clue of where TT and ‘You’ could have gone!
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>>6337829
>ANTON/OTI: INTERROGATE!
>EVERYONE ELSE: SPLIT UP AND SEARCH FOR CLUES!
>>6337833
>>6337891
>CLUES!
Looks like Anton's gonna greta clue here... apologies to Split Anon!

Follow-up question: who do you take on your search? PICK ONE OR MORE! Joplin and the others will be keeping tabs on Lutza, so they're out! Whoever you DON'T choose will focus on getting info out of your Three Hostages: Haalsti, Suulom, and Sniper Bitch
>Volka
>Morook
>Rezzie
>Oti
>Toppel
>Obber
>Go it alone!
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>>6337969
>Morook
>Rezzie
Morook is smart and Rezzie is great at catching people.
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>>6337969
>Morook
>Rezzie
Best boy and best demon.
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>>6337971
>>6337972
Groovy choices! Let's see how they play out!
>Roll me 1d100+3 (+5 Devil Senses, +4 Ranger Senses, +2 Trail Warm, -5 Crowded Resort, -3 Where do we even start!?) to pick up a trail! Best of 3!
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Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>6338031
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>>6338031
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Rolled 1 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>>6338031
>>6338039
Let's try that again...
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Rolled 6 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>>6338031
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>>6338040
https://youtu.be/uJV-pfsx_UM
WRITING
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No time to lose–if someone put on a ‘You’ disguise and took Tzah-Tzie then they could be halfway to Mexico by now!

…Or whatever the Zoral equivalent is. Do they have Mexicolikes here? Doesn’t matter. Snapping your fingers at Morook one one side, Rezzie on the other, you make a show of stomping towards the elevat-

SCENDOCHAMBER.’

… Right, SCENDOCHAMBER with determination in your eyes!

“Wait,” Morook mutters as the rest of the crew watches in confusion, “Where… where exactly are we going, Anton?”

Someone took Tzah-Tzie, you hastily answer, and they might’ve slipped up and left some tracks! You’re gonna need them to sniff ‘em out!

“Sh-shouldn’t we interrogate the chumps here first?” Volka asks, exchanging an uncertain glance with Morook. NO TIME! The others can manage it!

“But how are we supposed to send information your way if you’re chasing a lead?” Adds Toppel with a befuddled frown.

M-magic, maybe!? Look, you don’t have time to answer all these questions–Morook and Rezzie are your best trackers, so-

“So you need us to follow you…” The demon repeats in a slow, methodical voice, eyes narrowing as she warily stares you down, “Is that correct?”

You stop just short of the Scendovator as her question settles in–not because you’re thinking that hard, of course, but because you can’t quite seem to find the buttons that control it. Errr, yea? Why, is there something wrong with that?

“Not normally, no…” Rezalith replies as she continues to give you an appraising glare, “But this is exactly how you acted when ‘You’ retrieved The Snack earlier…”

… Is she serious right now? Is she really thinking what you think she’s thinking!?

“Depends!” Snaps the devil! “Do you think I think that you’re not who you think we think you are?”

… You think?

“Hmmm…” Morook hums as his glowing eyes sweep across the hall, “Oti, Toppel–do you sense any magic on Anton? Anything out of the ordinary?”

“No,” Answers Oti after a minute of analysis, “But I didn’t sense much earlier either.”

“What Otes means is,” Toppel interjects with a hint of satisfaction in her sultry voice, “If the intruder used a Glamour, we’d have sensed it!”

“Indeed.” The Sorcerer nods. “There was plenty of magic being thrown around, but I’m confident in my ability to detect that kind of magic.” His emerald eyes pulse as they refocus on you. “But you’d have to be a rare breed of fool to attempt the same ploy twice.”

“But…” Volka mutters, face scrunched up in ‘DEEP THOUGHT MODE’, “But what if the intruder DID try it again? I mean… we wouldn’t think of that, right? They’d think we’d think they’re too smart!”

The hallway groans as the big girl flops against the wall with confusion sprouting in her eyes! “... I think?”

>CONTD.
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>>6338172
Your friends stare you down like a pack of coyotes surrounding a fat chicken! They’re… are they SERIOUS right now!? TT’s in danger, you plead! You… you just wanted to go downstairs and look for clues!

“WHERE downstairs, hmm?” Toppel inquires, earning a few murmurs of assent from the others!

Y-you know… around! The lobby! Maybe some of the other halls! A-anyone could have noticed something! Your logic is sound–you know that much–but the details of the caper are too vague… and if Oti and Toppel didn’t sense any Illusionry, then… then what could have happened?

Look, you begin with a forced laugh, this is getting everyone nowhere! Even if you WERE the one who took TT, what do they plan on doing anyways? Tie you up and interrogate you with the other hostages?!

Your flippant suggestion doesn’t receive much criticism… in fact, even in the dim darkness you can sense the gears turning in your companion’s heads…

“Huh.” Rezalith grunts, “I was gonna peel your skin off until you confessed, but I suppose that works as well!”

Oti turns to the rest of the gang. “Objections?”

“I… don’t like it,” Morook sighs as he sends an apologetic glance your way, “But it might be the best option we have…”

WHAT!? Th-the best option would be to let you do your thing, you whine! Volka, she believes you, right? G-Grand Marshall!?

You’ve only been pleading for a moment and it’s enough to make the Skog sniffle! “I… I…

“Don’t despair, my meaty ally,” Says Rezalith as she puts on a reassuring grin, “If he truly is AnTARD then we’ll let him go!”

“Oh!” Exclaims Volka as her sobbing ceases, “That sounds great, yea!”

“... And if he isn’t?” Adds Toppel in an uncertain tone!

“Then we’ll let him go!” Shrugs the demon! R-really?

“Off the roof!”

Ah.

In a frankly admirable display of teamwork, your party members seal the contract with a resolute nod and move to apprehend you!

”Friends like these, ey, Jefe?” RED snickers. ”I don’t mean to harp none, but don’t we have a deadline to keep?”

He’s not wrong… and while you don’t want to raise any suspicions by fleeing the scene, you also don’t want to waste time getting grilled by your buddies!

What’s the plan?
>Surrender. Let them work through their questions and get this over with!
>Flee! You’re pretty sure the Scendovator’s still on this floor!
>Distract ‘em with VENTRILOQUISM!
>BIISII’S BAG!
>J’accuse someone else! (Who?)
>Regain their trust… with LOGIC!
>Stay Silent! They’ll think you disappeared!
>Write-In!
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>>6338174
>Distract ‘em with VENTRILOQUISM!
>Regain their trust… with LOGIC!
You might not trust us, but you can trust ventriloquist Anton when he tells you something only Anton would know.
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>>6338252
+1. Also, looks, we can make hellfire! Because of RED living in our head!

>>6338174
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>>6338174
>Stay Silent! They’ll think you disappeared!

Who else would even try this
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>>6338252
+1.
JUST LIKE THE ROLL WE GOT, OOO.
we're so fucked aren't we
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>>6338252
>>6338393
>>6338270
>VENTRILOQUISM!
>HELLFIRE!
>STUFF ONLY THE TRUE ANTON COULD DO!!!!
>>6338380
I'm kinda bummed because this one not only made me snicker but also probably woulda worked too haha

Anywho WRITING
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>>6338510
I would've voted for it, trust me I would, buuuuttt then I would've made it a tie.
And ties are NO GOOD.
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I didn't see it either, but I would have totally voted for that idea if I did. I'm >>6338252, too.
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Not eager to set off yet another twenty posts of contrived dialogue, you slow the gang’s proverbial ‘roll’ with a spirited ‘HOLD!

To your stunned surprise, they do!

“H-how did he…?” Oti mutters, eyes flickering in disbelief!

“Oh, Rook just has this… I dunno, je ne sais quoi that makes you wanna accept whatever decision he makes!” Answers Volka with a laugh and a shrug! “Bit funny at first, but ya’ get used to it!”

“This double really is something…” Morook sighs, uncertainty still crowding his tone!

“Psh! Yea! Something that ISN’T Anton!” Concludes Rezzie with a defiant scoff! “I mean, you should’ve seen how this one fought! The real Anton’s nowhere near as vicious… strong… c-cool~

Cool? Doesn’t matter–if your friends were certain you weren’t… well, you, they wouldn’t even be speaking to you right now! And if they need more examples, well…

Listen, you begin in a diplomatic tone, if you were a copy or Glamour or something, would you be able to do…

‘“this lookit me im anton the real one haha lookitme go

The sound of your projected voice behind them prompts your entire entourage to light the hallway UP! HELLFIRE! MAGIC! DARTS! A STOOL VOLKA FOUND! All of it and more rocks the hallway by its very foundations as you struggle to regain everyone’s attention! That–that wasn’t a real voice, you squeak in protest! It was VENTRILOQUISM!

“Ohhh, y’mean when ya’ toss your voice around?” Volka asks with a sheepish laugh! “Hey, yea, that’s a pretty Anton-y trick right there!”

… Why did they immediately attack it when it said it was the real Anton, then?

“Pfft, big whoop!” Rezalith replies with a roll of her reptilian eyes! “Coulda’ used magic or something! Or they learned it in… Assassin School!”

Toppel’s eyes pivot up to Rezzie’s haughty face. “F-forgive my harsh tongue, Dark Lady–”

“I won’t. Idiot.”

“W-well,” The Durher continues, “If it required magic we would’ve sensed it… and I didn’t feel a thing.”

“Neither did I.” Oti nods, eyes flickering with growing interest! “Quite the conundrum indeed: No Glamours or Simulacra… I suppose we could always tear him apart to see if he’s some kind of construct...”

Your favorite fiend’s eyes light up like a kid’s on HELL CHRISTMAS! “OOH! OOH! I WANNA DO IT! LET ME!”

Wait… that’s IT! Calling upon your demonic powers, you conjure a few motes of HELLFIRE in your red-hot hands!

“Ah!” Toppel exclaims, taking the opportunity to tackle Oti! “Th-that’s DEMONIC MAGIC, Oti!”

“No doubt about it…” Mutters the mage with a solemn nod. “It’d be difficult to replicate that magic….”

>CONTD.
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“Hey, yea!” Volka chirps as a smile returns to her face, “S-so this Anton’s the real deal, right? D-does this settle it?”

“Can… can we still maim him a bit anyways?” Adds Rezzie as the enthusiasm drains from her face with the speed of a punctured water balloon… full of blood! “Just… just in case?”

“It’s not conclusive evidence by any means,” Oti continues, not bothering to answer either question, “But ‘Anton’s’ demonstrations rule out a great deal of possibilities.”

“Sorry about all the suspicion, Anton…” Morook adds with a hint of remorse in his droning voice, “We just-”

It’s fine, you answer with a shrug, you’re just eager to get back on track! Before you can, however, another question wriggles into your brainmeats:

If the imposter wasn’t using magic or a construct…

“You’re asking who or what they might’ve been…” Nods Oti as he politely nudges his way into your statement! “I have my theories, but if we rule out magic we’re left with staggeringly few…”

Is he certain it wasn’t magic? You’re in Umberal–isn’t this, like, Magicville?

“As our earlier antics proved, Glamours aren’t foolproof…” The Chytree sighs as his eyes flicker with rapid thought! “But the Mages in Trimbault weren’t actively searching for us. As for the Teksouls, well…”

So what’s left then? Did someone drink an Anton Potion or something? Do you have an evil twin?

“All possible, yes,” Toppel interjects, tiny face scrunched up in thought! “Even long-term changes like polymorphs have their tells, howev-”

Keekulaaley…

The word leaves Morook’s mouth breathless… almost whispered! Errr, b-bless you?

“No…” Oti frowns in an equally-reverant tone, “That’s… Highly unlikely…”

“Keekuzzuh-whuzzuh?” Volka repeats, each syllable barely making it past her lips! “Sounds familiar, but-”

“Forest-dwelling omnivores…” Toppel recites, her eyes lighting up at the chance to demonstrate her knowledge! “Zetsi folklore claims they emerged from the rich clay and silt found in fens around Zoral… used to be quite populous until The Coalition partnered with Viislan Rangers to thin their numbers out…”

Fascinating, you sigh, but what’s that got to do with right now? The witch answers with a weary sigh of her own!

“Nowadays the name’s more of a ‘boogeyman’ than anything else, especially to the East.” She replies as her bushy tail thumps against the floor. “In Zetsi it means-”

Shifting Clay…” Morook answers, eyes dimming as the words leave his mouth, “... Shapechanger.”

Silence blankets the hallway as the words settle in to stay for a while. Rezzie, of course, is the first to break it.

“So what, it can make itself look like Anton? That’s what did it?”

>CONTD.
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>>6338626
“Hard to say. Keekulaaleys tend to stay far away from civilization–sensory overload.” Morook explains with a shake of his head. “But if Veeti can manage living in the city, then it wouldn’t be unheard of…”

Great, you groan, so Tzah-Tzie got swept away by a friggin’ fairy-tale creature! Why?

“It would be difficult to keep someone like that under wraps, especially in Umberal…” Oti remarks, pacing back and forth as he flings a few theories your way! “Any alchemist worth their salt would leap at the chance to dissect it for components… they’d need protection… or would have to be sufficiently strong on their own.”

“Sorry ta’ interrupt thinking time,” Volka mumbles with an apology in her eyes, “But why not grill the hostages about it? Maybe they know?”

“Worth a shot…” Nods Morook as he gives his sister a grateful pat on the elbow, “Unless they’re not aware of it themselves. Need-to-Know basis and all that.”

At least you have an angle to take your questions now! With your identity more or less secured, however, the real question is:

WHAT DO?
>Original plan: take Rezzie and Morook to search for clues around the Resort!
>Help interrogate some of the hostages!
>Leave–head somewhere else in Umberal!
>Check in on Lutza and Co!
>Get advice from RED!
>Write-In!
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>>6338628
>Original plan: take Rezzie and Morook to search for clues around the Resort!
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>>6338628
>Wait a minute...if we're dealing with a SHAPE SHIFTING DOPPELGANGER, we need to hash things out! Make sure everyone is who they seem to be by asking them for things only they should know! Then make a secret codeword to slip into conversations so that people know you're each still the real one! Like...the word Blue!
>THEN do the original plan!
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>>6338650
+1

>>6338628
>Wait a minute...if we're dealing with a SHAPE SHIFTING DOPPELGANGER, we need to hash things out! Make sure everyone is who they seem to be by asking them for things only they should know! Then make a secret codeword to slip into conversations so that people know you're each still the real one! Like...the word Blue!
>THEN do the original plan!
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>>6338628
>>6338752 +1
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>>6338650
+1
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>>6338650
>>6338752
>>6338999
>>6339044
>DOPPELGANGER SAFEGUARDS!
>AND THEN THE OG PLAN!
Writing! Expect a LOT of delays--there's a bit of a holiday going on in the US today (not sure if you're aware or not) so yea! Might take a while!

Happy Thanksgiving! I'm thankful that you all decide to take time out of your days to play my crap!
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Before we do that, you begin, wasting no time in reclaiming your decision-owning privileges, we’re all in agreement that we might be tangling with a Keekee…

Keeaku…

… Shapechanger, right?

Your question earns a round of murmurs of assent and a click. Groovy. So, you add, why not think up some countermeasures? They may try their tricks again!

“Ooh! L-like a BUDDY SYSTEM!?” Squeals your favorite Skog, the floor creaking beneath her as she jumps up and down with excitement gushing out of her expression! “How many people can we have on our team!? Three? Six!?”

Errr, sorta, you shrug! You definitely don’t want anyone going it alone, but you were also thinking of a keyword everyone could slip into their conversation… y’know, just to make it clear you’re the real McCoy!

Oti’s eyes dim. “... Who is this McCoy you speak of?”
“The real one?” Toppel adds with a quizzical expression! “Does this McCoy also live in fear of the Keekulaaley?”
“I am no ‘Mee’khoy….” Rezzie snarls with a defiant flap of her wings! “I… am REZALITH! FUTURE QUEEN OF THE INFINITE PLANES! OWNER OF FRIENDS!

Morook sends a sidelong glance over to the Satanthing. “... Owner?

The fiend’s eyes go half-lidded as she winks at the Ranger. “Indeed, large-eyes. Care to swear fealty? You’re nowhere near as squeamish around slaughter as AnTARD here is… I like that!”

“H-hey now…” Stammers Volka as her half-brother visibly sweats, “H-he’s-”

You meant so that everyone can be certain you’re on the team, you pointedly interject! Something the enemy wouldn’t know!

“O-OH!” Exclaims Volka, the girl clearly eager to move on, “Like a keyword, right? Sneaky-sneaky!”

“Intriguing.” Remarks Oti as color seeps back into his eyes, “I propose ‘KRIITAMILLAMIGUS’, then. A rare, cave-dwelling species tha-”

That miiight be a bit too conspicuous, you reply with an apologetic tilt to your tone! Why not, like, ‘BLUE’? How often does that come up in conversation?

“True…” The mage replies with a surprising lack of ire in his response, “The discussion of colors is somewhat limited in this plane for obvious reasons… but not unheard of to those who recall the days before the darkness, be they via personal experience or written record.” He nods. “It will do.”

Super… and your next idea has to do with just that: personal experience!

“Oh, I know this one.” Remarks Morook, eyes flickering with enthusiasm that contrasts with his almost bored-sounding voice! “We think of something only we’d be able to do, right? It’s not that impressive, I know, but I’d be more than happy to share my knowledge of the diverse fungi species that grow around Crossroads-”

>CONTD.
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Good idea, you interject as politely as you can, but you should keep things simple–don’t want to give an enemy an excuse to cast a spell or throw a dagger or something, right?

“Ah. Good point.” The Chytree nods. “So if that’s the case-”

You wanna stick to THINGS ONLY THE REAL YOU WOULD KNOW!

The group stiffens in shock!

“Y-you mean…” Volka stammers as recognition and terror seeps into her expression, “L-like an… ICEBREAKER ACTIVITY?

The very same!
https://youtu.be/wiX8CJqt3Fc

A silent panic spreads through your team–their mouths silent and their eyes dancing around the hallway! C’mon, you sigh, it’s… it’s not THAT bad, is it? They don’t have to choose the most embarrassing things!

“Tch, easy for YOU to say!” Toppel scoffs with a flick of her fluffy tail! “You know not of the secrets we hold!”

You don’t, you fire back, but that’s why you want to know! So that if some freaky forest shapechanger gets them, you’ll figure it out! So, you sigh as you place a fresh smile on your face, who wants to go first, hm?

…You didn’t know resorts could get this quiet.

A-anyone?

… If they go first they’ll get it over with…

… Wh-what, do you have to go first? Sh-show ‘em how it’s done?

No one responds, but the eyes burning into you tell you all you need to know. Fine, you groan, you’ll go first! But no lollygagging–you need to track down TT ASAP!

What’s your DEEP SECRET?!
>You have an ex named Liz!
>You worked at a fast food restaurant before coming here!
>You have a roommate named Travis!
>Your sister… was named Dylan…
>You wanted to be a magician when you grew up!
>Write-In!
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>>6339334
>Write-in
When you were a kid, you once caused an entire big-ass superstore to lose power by shoving a tube lamp on one of those lamp testing outlets. Nobody found out. Because it was pitch dark. Because the lights went out.
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>>6339334
>One time, you replied "You too!" When the waiter said to enjoy your meal! It haunts you even now.
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>>6339334
>WRITE IN
>I said 'You two' when the waiter said to enjoy your meal. I was so embarrassed, I tried to leave ASAP.
>I accidently tripped over a cord or something when I was running and the WHOLE restaurant lost power.

Basically combining oSF and FqV's writeins.
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Ehhhhh the "saying you too" to the water is so played out. I've seen it way too much.
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>>6339338
>>6339493
>>6339496
Don't worry, questies! I think I have a solution that everyone will be pleased with... and will be very Antony! Writing! Might see delays today due to holiday shopping, so apologies in advance!

And hey, don't forget to type in 'LIMBO' at checkout to get a discount on that gift for your favorite fuzzball, tuskbabe, bigeye, hellion, gun gal, or whoever you're shopping for this season! Unfortunately all Bonesverse Merch is out of stock. Gomenasorry
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A few ideas come to mind almost immediately: Liz. Travis. Even Dylan. There’s enough fragments in your mind to paint a few small pictures, but your trip through Zoral hasn’t exactly been what you’d call ‘subtle’--who’s to say someone or something hasn’t been watching you this whole time? Learning your secrets? Your mannerisms? Habits?

”Havin’ trouble there, hoss?”

Nah, you’re good–but you’ll need to share something specific. Something so undeniably YOU that not even a shapeshifter could suss it out entirely!

Sifting through the sea of random trivia, workday snippets, and vague memories of your time with Liz, you finally come across a memory that might just fit the bill!

One time, you begin, borrowing the tone of a scoutmaster about to tell a ghost story around the campfire, you went… to a RESTAURANT!

“Did they serve meat!?” Blurts out Volka! “What kind!? WHAT KIND!?”

Err, it was a barbecue place, you hastily reply! Called SLOPPERS. They put your food in a mini trough and-

“... Like livestock?” Morook asks. Yea, exactly!

“And humans…” Toppel adds, eyes wide with awe, “They… they subject themselves to this? Willingly!?”

Look, you’re never gonna get to the big part if they keep interrupting! And yea, if she thinks that’s wild she should come with you to ‘BONE VOYAGE!

“... What’s-”

Another BBQ place, you answer with an impish grin, but the chefs all cook on the level above you, right? And when your order’s up they just all shout ‘BONE VOYAGE!!!!’ and drop your meal and you gotta catch it on your plate!

“Gosh…” Volka mutters with almost churchlike reverence, “Humans are on a whole other level, huh…”

“Th-that… that doesn’t sound…” A trembling Rezzie hisses through clenched teeth, “Th-that… f-f-fun…”

“Humans do seem to love their grilled meat…” Morook remarks, his head cocked to the side in thought. Yea, you shrug, it’s kind of a thing in your state… you think.

Anyways, you and your roommate Travis were at ‘SLOPPERS’, okay? Celebrating him coming third in a local tourney or something.

“You share a dwelling… with a warrior?” Oti asks with a fresh frown in his tone!

“H-hey, that’s… there’s nothing wrong with that!” Volka fires back!

Nah, it was a video game–UBER CLASH COUSINS, you think! You only remember because you came in eighteenth. ANYWAYS, your order was up, so you went over to the counter–

The gang goes silent, save for a quiet ‘Click’ from Obber! Erm, no… Travis isn’t a girl… and not very cute either. Sorry..

‘Click…’

It is what it is…

>CONTD.
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“Is there a point to this yarn you’re spinning?” Oti grumbles. “I was under the impression we were-”

Sharing important details, yea, you’re GETTING THERE! So you went up to the counter to grab your food, right? And the girl working the register was pretty cute-

‘Click.’

No, Obber, you don’t know where he can find her… anyways, you were a bit enamored, right? But also kinda tired and really hungry, so-

“You disemboweled her?” Asks Rezzie with genuine interest in her eyes! Err, n-no, you sputter, do… is that what they do where she’s from?

“When we’re hungry, tired, or something in-between, yes.” Nods the hellthing! “It’s important to establish dominance–wouldn’t want to be disemboweled yourself because of a little sleepiness, would we?”

No… no you wouldn’t… So when the girl told you to enjoy your meal, you, uh… you said ‘YOU TOO!

The gang falls silent as they digest your harrowing tale!

“And… and then what?” Volka meekly asks. “I mean… that was nice of you, Rook! I’ll bet she enjoyed her meal even more when she ate it later on!”

Yea, well, you didn’t really take it that way! Again, you were kinda tired and really hungry, but when you realized what you did, well, you turned and BOOKED IT!

“Ah. Yes, that’s a bit more embarrassing.” Morook nods with sympathy in his tone.

And in your flight, you add, you tripped over a shoelace and crashed into a power outlet–turns out it was powering the TVs, the jukebox, and a whole bunch of other stuff in the dining area… and you couldn’t untangle yourself without a little help from the staff..

“HA! HAHAHA! AAAAAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”

You can’t tell if Rezzie’s laugh is genuine or if she was just waiting for you to stop sharing before bowling over with laughter. Either way, it hurts!

“I, er…” Volka stammers, her face glowing a few shades redder as the words stumble out of her lips, “Wasn’t… always called ‘Volka’, actually…”

“A-ha! I knew it!” Toppel croons, hopping up and down like some kind of leaping plushie, “That’s a DURHER name! Suspicious indeed!”

“Riiiiight, you mentioned that in the past…” Remarks Morook with a flicker in his eyes! “Ma at the tavern called you-”

Kii’ttra…” The Skog sighs, shivering as the word leaves her lips! “Means ‘Princess’ in Skogat…”

‘Princess’, huh…

“Might as well go too…” Her half-brother adds, earning an appreciative nod from his Skog sis in response! “I… well, I don’t remember much about my earlier life–”


“It’s because of that ‘New Life’ thing you were blathering about when we went to get the bomb, isn’t it?” Rezalith hisses with a derisive snort! “That’s weird. You’re weird!”

>CONTD.
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“Moments ago you were just–forget it…” Shrugs the ranger with another sigh. “But if I’m being honest, the best dish I’ve ever tasted was the ROOTFRY Volka made me when Meister Volkir first took me in.” His globular eyes shift over to a very, VERY embarrassed Skog! “Every time I smell roots, they remind me of home. Thank you, Volka.”

“Q-quit being so sappy…” She groans, trying to keep her eyes focused on the ceiling! “I totally burnt it to Hell and back, so…” Her sentence comes to a screeching halt as her eyes meet her brother’s. It’s only for a split second, but they do the job!

“... Thanks, Mor…Sheesh…”

“There are plenty of accomplishments I could share,” Oti interjects with a noisy clearing of his throat, “But for the sake of moving along I’ll cut straight to the point: my name is known throughout many circles-”

Keep it simple, Oti! C’mon!

“Eugh… very well then.” You don’t know if Chytree react much to sour foods, but Oti looks like he just downed a whole bottle of vinegar! “When I was… still a nymph… my younger siblings called me… a name that I’d rather not rela-”

“TOO LATE!” Toppel giggles as she practically buries her face in the mage’s robes! “Come now, Oti, what’s the harm?”

You never thought you’d see the day, but Toppel’s right! Spill it, dude!

“.... ‘Treeracer.’ They called me ‘Treeracer’. And before you ask, it’s because I was skilled at climbing trees. There. Done.”

“My turn then!” His beau cheers as she gives him another squeeze! “As you all probably know by now, Demonology is something of an interest of mine-”

Yea, you nod, we can tell.

“Eh?” Rezzie grunts as she looks up from setting a part of the hallway on fire.

“W-well,” Toppel continues, “I’m not the only one in the family who does-”

‘Click.’

“QUIET, WORM! Ahem. As I was saying, Obber and I, well… we aren’t the only heirs to the Gransee name–I have a brother, if you can believe it. A demonologist!”

Wait, really? Who is he? Maybe he can answer a few questions for you!

”Yea, count me in too!” RED exclaims!

“That might be more difficult than you think…” The sorceress sighs. “His studies take him all around Zoral… but perhaps I can sniff him out once we’re done with our… errands here in Umberal…”

“Oh right! What’s his name, this brother of yours?” Asks Volka, her previous embarrassment completely eclipsed by fresh chipperness!

“Obbher.”

…Of COURSE it is.

“It’s a common Gnok name!” The witch roars! “S-silence! I didn’t name the bastard!”

‘Click.’

Obber's right–you don’t have time for this! Does… do you wanna share too, Ob? Is that what you’re saying?

‘Click… click click? Click CLICK.’ Explains the Maakar as he paces back and forth across the seared carpet! ‘ClickCLICK. Click!’

>CONTD.
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WHAT DID I TELL YOU ALL!? DEGENERATE!” His sister screeches as she kicks her brother down the hall!

“I… c-can boys and girls… d-do that?” Volka sputters, eyes wide in horror! “S-should they do that?”

“Huh. What’ll they come up with next?” Muses Morook! “I hope I can forget what I just heard…”

“They do… something like that in THE HOUSE OF FLESH in CHAA’TAI …” Rezzie replies, the girl holding firm, but still trembling a bit as the words leave her mouth! “But it’s nowhere near as vulgar… a-and I’ve never been! Before anyone asks!”

Yea, that was a bit TMI, you reply with a disapproving sigh and a shake of your head, but it’ll be hard for even the worst Shapechanger to mimic a story like THAT!

Silence falls over the crowd after the initial horror and disgust conjured by Obber’s story dissipates. Well?

“Well WHAT?” Asks Rezalith as all eyes fall upon her! “I already went!”

“Pretty sure you didn’t.” Morook retorts in a diplomatic voice, “Though my mind IS still reeling from the last confession…”

“C’mon, Rez!” Volka pleads as she takes the hellion’s claws in hers, “We’re all pals here! Try it out! It feels good ta’ share!”

“Euch… w-well…” Grumbles the fiend, “I suppose I’m VERY powerful… and perhaps I might enjoy the art of cooking–”

“They might know that already, Rez,” The Skog politely interjects, “You DID work briefly in that casino kitchen, so-”

“UUUGHH, FIIIINE!” She roars with a violent flap of her wings! “I TAKE SOLACE IN WRITING DOWN MY THOUGHTS AND GOALS WHEN I WAKE UP IN THE MORNING! THERE! DONE! FINISHED!”

Wait, you smirk, she… she likes writing DIARY EN

You black out for a few moments–a minute tops–before you find yourself being peeled out from a fresh crater in the wall behind you by Volka and Morook! As you’re wrenched free, a familiar pair of purple eyes steps through the hole in the wall leading to the suite!

“Is… is everything okay?” Asks Lutza with growing concern in her already-worried face! “Tzah-Tzie’s been gone for a while… and if we don’t practice-”

“This lapse in security is as worrying as it is damning.” Joplin adds, the Gnok manager following close in Lutza’s wake! “Mr. Peas, allow me to be the first to apologize for your abducted associate.”

That’s not necessary, you meekly reply as he and the Security Skogs give you a deep bow! You were fooled too!

“Don’t make it right, Mr. Peas!”
“We guffed it all up, Mr. Peas!”
“Downright foolish of us, is what it is, Mr. Peas!”

You’ll never get used to Skogs speaking in unison like that, but you can’t blame the Tiito Triplets either! A shapeshifter’s no joke, you firmly reply, but you’re gonna track TT down–that’s a promise!

>CONTD.
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“We can help.” Joplin replies with renewed steel in his stare! “If need be we’ll scrap the whole concert to assist in the search–we owe you that much.”

“Joplin’s right,” Lutza quietly nods, “We might be rivals, but I can’t fathom performing knowing Tzah-Tzie’s in danger…”

Stop the concert? You could certainly use some extra muscle, but wouldn’t a cancellation broadcast something’s amiss to the Cartel? To Trier?

What say ye?
>Yea, cancel it. Better safe than sorry!
>No, proceed with the plan!
>Keep the concert going, but could you borrow someone from Lutza’s entourage?
>Could she say something during the concert? Maybe that’ll help!
>We should proceed assuming the ‘duel’ between Lutza and TT won’t happen… Be ready for a quick exit!
>Write-In!
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>>6339762
>No, proceed with the plan!
The show must go on.
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>>6339124
Thanks for running, QM. It's always a grand old time.

>>6339565
Kek.

>>6339332
Volka 2cute

>The discussion of colors is somewhat limited in this plane for obvious reasons…
...But eye color is one of the only ways people can distinguish each other, right?

Also, the shared Chytree autism is strong. Click clack, roachman's special interest neuron is activated! Dispense lore! I like it.

>>6339762
>No, proceed with the plan!
We WILL get Tzah-Tzie her rematch!
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>>6339862
Hey, thank YOU for playing!
I meant it more in that yea, eye color is known, but color itself doesn't come up much in casual conversation. Like, do educated critters in Zoral know their colors? Sure! Even the dumbasses do! But a lot of 'em weren't around long enough to, like, see those colors apart from eyes and such. If that makes sense! Lotsa old farts who DID see the world in color, though...
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>>6339332
>REZALITH! FUTURE QUEEN OF THE INFINITE PLANES! OWNER OF FRIENDS!
KEK
>>6339498
>Ehhhhh the "saying you too" to the water is so played out. I've seen it way too much.
.t waiter
>>6339762
>The show must go on.
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>>6339762
>No, proceed with the plan!
I vote that when we find our doppelganger, we skin him alive.
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>>6339984
kek
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>>6339765
>>6339862
>>6339929
>>6339983
>CONTINUE WIT ZE PLAN
Anton... what a showman! Writing! Expect delays though--got shit going on today as usual.
>>6339862
Volka's just doin' what she can!
>>6339929
What?! S-she has them now, okay!? She is a 'Friender'!
>>6339984
Stealing this, thanks. Also lol
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You answer the small starlet’s question with a gentle pat on the head. You know what YOU can’t fathom?

Joplin, Lutza, and the Triplets exchange a confused glance before the Spinner speaks up. “N-no?”

Them cancelling this show, you answer with a grave look in your eyes! Tzah-Tzie would want you to continue… and you don’t even wanna think about what she’ll do if she finds out you called the whole thing off!

“She… she DOES like to wave that POISON BLADE of hers around!” Volka adds with a clearly uncomfortable giggle! “TT’s always all, ‘Hey Rez, let me show you this knife trick!’ a-and I say ‘No, TT, that’s… that’s okay! You don’t need to-’ and then she says ‘Nononono just hold still, Volkie! Just hold still or you’re gonna miss it-

Look, meandering anecdotes aside, the show must go on! Lutza’s lavender eyes search yours for a moment before relenting with a nod. “... You’re right. Stopping the show would just complicate things.”

You also want to be very, VERY clear that Tzah-Tzie WILL kill everyone if the show is called off! You know her well-enough by now to confirm that!

“In that case,” The singer sighs, “Bring her back safe, okay? And… and be careful!” Wrapping her small, soft arms around your waist, she gives you a warm hug before nodding to her entourage. “We’d better get to it then.”

You as well! Motioning for Rezalith and Morook to follow, you press the button to summon the SCENDOCHAMBER. Oti and the others are in char-

“The hostages, right?” Toppel interjects with a mischievous grin! “Leave them to us!”

“We know how to make them sing…” Oti adds with a grim glimmer in his eyes! Cool, you nod, just, uh… make sure that Bomb Dude’s okay too, alright?

“He’s recoverin’!” Answers Volka with a flick of her tail! “Just go do your thing, okay? Leave the worrying ta’ us!”

They don’t need to worry, you answer with a cheeky grin, you’ll have TT back LONG before curtain call!

Piling into the SCEN-okay, the doors closed and Toppel’s out of earshot–ELEVATOR, you, Morook, and Rezzie share an uncomfortable silence! Bells for their thoughts?

“I’m worried about Tzah-Tzie, Anton.” Sighs the Ranger with a brief glimmer in his eyes, “Crystalmelt’s a large resort… and I can’t even begin to wrap my head around what route a Shapeshifter would take out of the establishment…”

“If they’re really acting like you, AnTWIT, they probably went the most cowardly way…” Scoffs the satanthing as she stretches her wings in the already-cramped chamber! Insults aside, she’s not completely wrong–if they were to leave, they’d have no reason to fight or make a ruckus, right?

>CONTD.
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“Do you think Tzah-Tzie would’ve noticed anything amiss?” Adds Morook with a thoughtful click. “Maybe they didn’t get that far?”

She’s a perceptive little fuzzball, you shrug, but it’s still hard to say… You doubt she’d have left the resort grounds without a good reason… or she was carried away!

“Right… those cruisers…” Shudders the Chytree! “Well I would start by asking reception if they noticed anything amiss.”

“Or we just head to the BASEMENT and look there!” Groans Rezalith! Errr, w-why would we do that?

“Heard one of those dumb bath attendants talking about it.” The fiend continues with a roll of her eyes, “Said there’s some kind of Loading Dock down there or something where all the Staff Members pop in and out.”

“Wouldn’t Tzah-Tzie and Anton stand out, though?” Counters Morook. “They aren’t staff members-”

“I’m just sharing what I heard, MoRON! Tch… to think I thought you were interesting...”

Well that settles that… as silence creeps back into the descending scendovato–wait, elechamb–CRUD!

Look, where to first?
>The Lobby!
>The Back Garden (Where you poofed into after Trier’s meeting!)
>The Basement!
>The Front of the Resort!
>Write-In!
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>>6340022
uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
>I CAST BIISII'S BAG
When unsure, just pop tha shit. I'm sure it'll help.
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>>6340022
Hm. Well, the shapeshifter would act like us, and they would probably want to stay incognito, so I doubt they'd go to the basement?

I'm going to go with my gut and say:
>The Lobby!
I imagine this is where reception is, correct? Also
>I CAST BIISII'S BAG
because funny.
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>>6340022
>The Lobby!
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>>6340032
>>6340035
>BIISII'S BAG!
You absolute maniacs
>>6340035
>>6340223
>LET'S ALL GO TO THE LOBBY!
PLAN ENGAGED! Next step...
>ROLL ME 1d100! BIISII FAVORS THE BOLD!
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Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>6340368
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>>6340371
That'll do it! Might write the update early on Sunday. Big day today, kings. Seeya then!
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Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>6340368
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>>6340375
Oh, woops, misread. You only needed one. See you tomorrow, and thanks for running.

>>6340371
Damn good roll on a Bo1, anon.
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>>6340388
Oh, don't worry... it's not a 'Beat The Threshhold Roll'... it's a TABLE ROLL!!!!
https://youtu.be/Z2K4GjdtkEk
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>>6340389
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The Lobby’s your best bet, that much is certain–if TT really was taken away by an Antonlike, any attempt at skulking about would not only pique the staff’s interest, but your favorite fuzzball’s too!

At least… you think it would. Tzah-Tzie’s hard to read sometimes, and she doesn’t need much of an excuse to scurry off somewhere alone with you, even in the middle of an attack! You still can’t believe how much ‘mischief’ she was able to sneak in on the latter half of the train ride… whoof!

The Scendovator doors open with a cheery ding as a fresh dose of normalcy is swiftly injected into your veins! Giddy tourists scampering off to spa treatments, chipper attendants, the calming trickle of multiple water features… you’d never know your friends had just been attacked if you hadn’t been there!

“Wouldn’t it be funny if the floor turned into BOILING BLOOD right now?” Rezalith asks with an idle sniff.

“No. No it wouldn’t.” Answers Morook, the Ranger already hard at work scanning the crowds. “I don’t want to get you down, Anton, but there’s quite a mass of people in here.”

Too true… it takes you a few moments, but you’ve been in Zoral long enough to work your way around! Following a particularly plush path in the carpet directs you back to the reception desk… or rather the LINE to it!

You thought it was just peak hours. You thought it might’ve been some kind of holiday… but taking a few minutes to listen to the ARMY of lineloiterers ahead of you tells you all you need to know:

A Lutza concert! HERE! Can you believe it!?
I’ll bet it’s just a simulacrum, but I hope I’m proven wrong!
Do you… do you think if I take a bath first she’ll invite me backstage?
Buddy, I just met you and you know what? I think she will! Totally!
I keep a few hairs from her tail in a box at home…

Idol fans. And you thought Trier was gross! While you and Morook take your places in the back of the line, Rezalith takes a parallel path, much to the chagrin of the linegoers!

“HEY! Ever hear of a LINE, dumbass!?”
“Yea! Did you trade your BRAINS for RED EYES!?
“Look, everyone! This FREAK doesn’t know how a LINE works! What a rube!”

Luckily for everyone in the area code, you and Morook manage to wrestle Rezzie away from her future victims! Good thing she paused to give them a wide-eyed stare first–she’s… she’s getting better, guys! She’s learning!

Unfortunately her little faux pas puts you and your entourage even further back in line when you rejoin it! Drat, you hiss through clenched teeth, it’s gonna take AGES to ask the receptionists if they saw anything!

“It’ll take a LOT less time if we-”

>CONTD.
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>>6340656
You cut the fiend off with a firm ‘NOPE’. You don’t even need to hear her out–something tells you she wasn’t going to suggest asking politely to swap spots…

Maybe it’s boredom. Maybe it’s panic. Maybe it’s some sort of chivalrous notion knowing your galpal was taken away! Whatever the reason, your hand slips into your pocket and, after sifting through the junkyard’s-worth of stuff inside, slips into BIISII’S BAG!

Once more your hand is thrust into an unfathomable odyssey–battered by miniature meteors, slipping past snakelike spines, and interrupting what sounds like the tiniest opera you’ve ever heard, your fingers finally close around a familiar shape before bringing it forth from your pocket:

A glass. A drinking glass.

The line moves at its painfully-plodding pace as the liquid in the glass tempts you more by the minute. The question is…

WHAT DO YOU DO!?
>Just wait in line!
>Quaff the drink!
>Give it to someone! (Who?)
>Pour it on something!
>Write-In!
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>>6340657
>Quaff the drink!
Down it goes.
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>>6340657
>Quaff the drink!
CHEERS.
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>>6340665
>>6340741
UHH?

>>6340657
>Give it a sniff
Let's see if it's even consumable by human beings, maybe?
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>>6340665
>>6340741
>DRINK, PLEDGE!
>>6340854
>SNIFF IT LIKE A DWEEB!
Lockin it in! Will write this bad boy up later on Monday! Sorry about the delay--big day today!
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The bag’s contents helped you before–that’s the lame-ass excuse you give yourself as you empty the cup’s contents into your mouth! Granted, it did so by producing a freakish grub that turned the area around it topsy-turvy for a few seconds, but you passed the point of caution long ago! Tzah-Tzie is MISSING!

“Erm, Anton?” Asks Morook with concern creeping into his monotone voice and dead-eyed stare, “What are… what was that?”

“Heheh… probably–snrk–” Giggles Rezzie, the girl barely able to contain whatever sick own is about to come out of her mouth, “Maybe it’s his medication… his… his WEAKNESS MEDICATION! To maintain how WEAK he is!”

You’re not even listening when you feel it–an uncanny itch deep within your legs–down to the BONE, you think! As you widen your stance to compensate, a panicked yelp leaves your lips as your knees buckle beneath your weight!

You don’t fall, however–quite the opposite, in fact! As the itch spreads all over your legs, you try not to get dizzy as you start to bob up and down as if your legs were made of…

Jelly?

“Stop bouncing like that, you buffoon!”

Rezalith deals with this new development the only way she knows how: petty violence! Smacking you upside the head sends you into a wobbling fit like one of those tube thingies outside a used car dealership! Scrambling and stumbling to regain your footing, your mad meanderings lead you into several linegoers and passerby, but one particularly-big collision into a Molegg’s broad chest sends you tumbling to the ground…

Like a spring toy being pushed to its lowest, you feel the tension build up in your wobbly legs… and when that energy releases, it takes the rest of you with it!

The crowd watches in awe as you rocket skyward and sail over their heads–even the receptionists pause to gape! Well, you think to yourself as your flight puts you on a collision course with the desk, at least you got their attenti-

https://youtu.be/lRTCtL3Mlw0
https://youtu.be/TqRIU34MHZQ
https://youtu.be/iDLmYZ5HqgM

… Ow.

“S-sir…?” Stammers a clearly out-of-their-depth Durher receptionist as you cling to the counter for dear life, “Do you need… c-can I help you?”

“OI! Dis’ idiot don’t know nuffin’ about QUEUIN’ EITHER!” Croons a queue-goer with a derisive snort behind you! “Jus’ like ‘is friend, ey-”

Further bullying is cut short by a violent ‘SQQQWUUeERLCH!’ near his chest no doubt related to Rezzie suddenly appearing behind him!

“He’s ‘unconscious’.” She sniffs as she and Morook join you at the counter! No one dares try to correct her.

>CONTD.
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“W-well,” The receptionist sputters, regret for coming in today burned into her expression like a brand on a steer’s hide, “How, um… can I assist you?”

“This is going to sound odd,” Morook begins as you lie flat across the counter with your legs fully extended behind you to mitigate any more ‘launchings’, “But have you or anyone else seen anyone that looks like him in the lobby recently?”

“I… feel like I’d remember if I noticed someone like him...” She mutters, trying not to stare as your head nearly reaches the other side of the counter. “Sorry…”

What about outside? Did she or anyone notice anything peculiar happening out there?

“Well…” The Durher continues as you start to slip off the counter, “We DID hear a few of those newfangled ‘Cruisers’ popping and rumbling out front–noisier than a family reunion, they are…”

Crud, you hiss through clenched teeth, you assumed as much!

“Any idea who they belonged to?” Adds Morook as Rezzie laughs at you clawing at the reception desk like a cat! The Receptionist answers by clearing her throat as her eyes wander elsewhere.

“I, erm… we’re not at liberty to disclose that kind of information…”

What about where they might’ve been headed? Did they get that?

“... We’re not at liberty to disclose-”

Just your luck. Was the shapechanger working with the Spicys? Did they leave with them too? You can’t tell if the Receptionist’s hesitance is out of self-preservation or genuine ignorance… and as your legs continue to wiggle, you contemplate your next moves: are there even any more clues down here? You just hope the interrogation upstairs is going smoothly…

What do?
>Try to pry more info from the Receptionist!
>Check out the front of the resort!
>Head back to the suite. See how the interrogations are going.
>Screw this–track down Vhale already! You just know he has something to do with this crap!
>Write-In!
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>>6341105
>Try to pry more info from the Receptionist!
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>>6341105
>Try to pry more info from the Receptionist!
C'mon, lady, someone's in danger. We need this information.
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>>6341126
>>6341154
Works for me!
>Roll me 1d100-4 (+2 All the world's a stage, +2 Demonic 'Persuasion', +2 Just go away please, -4 Jelly Legs, -5 Spicy Influence) to pry some intel out! Best of 3!
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>>6341170
whoops meant 1d100-3 gomenasorry
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Rolled 27 - 3 (1d100 - 3)

>>6341170
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Rolled 73 - 3 (1d100 - 3)

>>6341170
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Rolled 40 - 3 (1d100 - 3)

>>6341170
ANTON: JELLY LEGS: ULTRA DETECTIVE.
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>>6341105
>>6341176
>>6341177
>>6341182
Just a thought, but couldn't we flag down a Teksoul? Trier promised to keep our friends safe for 24 hours.
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>>6341189
You certainly can, yes!
>>6341176
>>6341177
>>6341182
>HIGHEST ROLL: 70!
Writinggggggg
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The tension grows thicker than cheesecake as the other receptionists begin to realize you aren’t leaving! As for the line behind you, well, they don’t seem keen on charging your position yet–you can probably thank Rezalith and her ‘incapacitating’ that poor bastard… not that you will, of course!

Look, you sigh as you tighten your grip on the counter and look the Durherceptionist in her big eyes, someone special to you is in danger… someone very, very special to you! And if you don’t track her down soon, you might…

You might not see her again…

The last few words don’t leave your thoughts, but something in the way your expression changes jostles the front deskateer out of her loop!

“... I… really shouldn’t...” Whines the Durher as she leans in a little closer, voice trembling as she tries not to notice the glances sent her way by her coworkers, “But make it quick… please.”

Your legs jiggle a little more softly as your posture relaxes somewhat. You’re looking for a Durher, you begin, green eyes, female, looks ready to bust out in song at any moment?

The receptionist’s brow furrows in thought. Not enough?

She would probably be with someone who, uh, who looks like you, you add, clearing your throat as you blink for emphasis! Blue eyes, Gnokish?

The Durher’s eyes light up in sudden recognition as she gives you a once-over! “... Y-yes… No offense, sir, but you stand out…”

None taken, you reply with a hasty shake of your head! So she saw them, right?! Where did they go?! Was the Durher okay?!

Your witness closes her eyes as she ponders her answer. “... She seemed alright,” She answers, but her tone betrays her concern, “But I have eight daughters of my own… and the way she looked at her partner, well…” The Receptionist meets your gaze again with an apology in each eye. “She was wary of him… call it mother’s intuition.”

A spike of anger drives through your skull as the image appears in your head!

“Any other details you can provide us?” Morook asks, stepping in while you take a few deep breaths! “Even the smallest detail could help-”

“E-err, y-yes! I can get you the manager’s info!” Chirps the receptionist, wide-eyed and grinning ear-to-ear as she stoops beneath the counter! “W-won’t take but a moment… sorry for the inconvenience!”

Before any of you can protest, she reemerges and slaps something flat and heavy on the counter and taps away at it like it owes her money! “We here at Crystalmelt sincerely hope this won’t impact your opinion of our business or future stays~”

A dull, grating scrape screeches out from beneath the tablet as the receptionist shoves it over to Morook! “N-next, please!”

Hey, wait a-

>CONTD.
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>>6341270
“Rezalith, carry Anton, please.” The ranger requests, earning a befuddled blink from both of you! “Show off your strength.”

“Tch… easy…” She’s nowhere near as small as Tzah-Tzie, but Rezalith’s petite stature doesn’t seem to give her much grief as she picks you up and carries you away from the front desk like a princess!

Err, thanks, you begin as your perplexed gaze shifts from the devil to the Chytree. What was that about?

“The tablet she gave me,” Morook answers, his dull voice barely raising above a whisper as he leads you across the lobby, “I didn’t want to read it out to you while we were the center of attention.”

Why, you ask incredulously! Is it a spell? Naughty language?

Steadying himself with a curt breath, the ranger turns to face you with sympathy in his eyes.

’Went out to front. Heard others. Others said a name.’” He pauses. W-well!?

’Rolo.’

You lie stretched across Rezalith’s arms in complete silence all the way to the Scendochamber… so much so that even Rezzie notices!

“...You’re not gonna cry, are you?”

You don’t understand, you mutter under your breath–where are all the Teksouls? The security? How did that fat FUCK get to her like that!?

“It’s becoming increasingly obvious to me that we’re in enemy territory here…” Muses Morook as he tries not to meet your gaze. “It would certainly explain the lack of Teksouls and the ease at which they attacked our suite… not to mention why they agreed so readily to hosting the concert here.”

Yea, you scoff, that would explain a thing or two, wouldn’t it? Rezalith’s eyes widen as Morook’s drift further away.

“... I’m sorry, Anton… if I’d been more vigilant-”

N-no, you stammer as regret swiftly spreads through your features, you… you didn’t mean to snap like that–and it’s not his fault that-

“It is.” The Chytree chitters as his gaze drifts floorward, “You’ve got far too much on your plate as-is. We lowered our guard. That’s really all there is to it.”

Rezalith audibly gulps as silence falls over the Scendochamber’s interior again. “She’s…” She begins, each word struggling to wriggle free of her lips, “She’s tougher than she looks, The Snack…”

Your eyes drift upwards to the devil’s face. She doesn’t stare back. “It… it’d be foolish to think she’s lost for good… even by your standards.” Her fiery gaze meets yours, but in place of the usual venom you can almost pick up trace amounts of…

… Hope?

“Typical AnTWIT...” She mutters, trying and failing to keep a stoic expression as you feel a finger gently (by Rezalith’s standards) caress your head…

>CONTD.
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>>6341272
The small gesture does more than put you at ease–it stokes an ember in your chest… one that only grows larger as you make your way back to the suite!

“You’re back.” Oti observes as you shuffle back into your ‘home base’. “Let me guess: the culprit’s in your pocket?”

You don’t bother reacting to the barb. How are the hostages?

“Alive,” The sorcerer sighs as Volka emerges from one of the rooms with a weary look on her face. “Toppel and I have been softening them up.”

With, like, truth spells? The Chytree answers you with a long stare.

“... Indeed. We’ve already confirmed what we already knew:” He adds with a twinkle in his eye, “They’re Cartel… and they’re primarily under SIXFACE’S employ.”

Right, you nod as Rezalith chucks you into a chair, that Durher…

“Not just any Durher,” Oti continues as Volka joins you with barely-contained relief in her features, “An officer. Oversees several affairs here in Umberal.” The light in his disco ball eyes dims. “Especially wetwork.”

A muffled yell slips through what you assume is one of the closed doors. Wetwork, huh?

“Spying. Assassinations. Blackmail.” The sorcerer explains with a sigh. “And if these cutthroats are to be believed, this ‘Sixface’ sprung this kidnapping on them almost immediately after your ‘meeting’.”

You blink. Can they be believed? Oti answers with a smug, singular laugh.

“It’s in their best interest...”

“What about the Sniper?” Morook asks, eyes flickering with thought. “I find it hard to believe that was a spur-of-the-moment decision.”

“That’s the interesting part: it wasn’t.” Replies the wizard with an irked chitter. “Her group didn’t even know about a planned kidnapping. They were aware of your deal with The Machinist, however… and they apparently used that to lure you all into an ambush.”

“But…” Morook mutters in growing disbelief, “But Obber The Machinist said I asked him to retrieve the BOMB and take it somewhere else…” The Chytree’s voice trails off as your eyes lock with his. “Do… do you think that was the Keekulaaley’s doing as well?”

You wouldn’t put it past them, you answer with a sigh and a baby headache forming in your temples! It would certainly explain how they keep getting the drop on you!

“There’s more.” Oti interjects. “Suulom and Haalsti were candid at first, but now-”

“Now they say they ain’t gonna talk ta’ anyone but you, Rook.” Volka interjects as she sends an apologetic glance in Oti’s direction! “I’m guessing they’ll looking ta’ parley…”

And why, pray tell, would you even entertain the thought of playing ball with them?

“Self-preservation’s a hell of a thing, Rook…” The Skog replies with a shrug. “Tough assassin or not, I wouldn’t wanna be in the position they’re in right now either.”

>CONTD.
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>>6341275
“Fortuitous.” Says the sorcerer with a smile in his voice, “We might be able to pit them against each other.”

“Oh right,” Morook adds as he digs into his unseen pockets, “The Machinist–how is he?”

“Fine, given the circumstances.” Oti answers with a dismissive shake of his head, “He’s resting in the far room. Nothing a few healing spells couldn’t fix.”

“Good…” Morook sighs before placing something heavy in your hands! “I wanted to hand this off to you. Before I forgot.”

The object in question is impeccably smooth, its ovaloid surface cold to the touch. Gossamer metal strands spiderweb its surface, and even with your bare hands you can feel the potent hum of energy encased within…

THE BOMB.” Morook helpfully adds with what you assume is the Chytree equivalent of a wink. “Had him alter the blast radius–still capable of knocking out magic, but won’t take out the whole city.”

Morook, you begin with an awestruck smile on your face, thanks, dude! The Chytree nods.

You still have hostages to tend to, but if the receptionist’s report is to be believed, Tzah-Tzie’s going to be in the claws of your old pal ROLO soon… but what’s SIXFACE’S role in all this? Did Vhale put them up to it?

It’s raining questions in your head and time is running thin as you choose your next action:

>Interrogate Haalsti the Blur!
>Question Suulom the Hydromancer!
>Quiz the Durher Sniper!
>Talk to your team members! (Who?)
>Speak to RED!
>Leave Crystalmelt–track down a Teksoul!
>Visit somewhere else in Umberal (Options will be provided!)
>Get out of Crystalmelt–you’re gonna pay Vhale a housecall…
>Write-In!
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>>6341277
>Get out of Crystalmelt–you’re gonna pay Vhale a housecall…
Time to kill those bitches
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>>6341277
>Question Suulom the Hydromancer!
Perhaps we can take advantage of his pomposity and vague air of honor?

>Leave Crystalmelt–track down a Teksoul!
See if someone can't do this while we're interrogating, though.

Also: I suspect Sixface IS the Keekulaaley. "Sixface" is a good name for a shapeshifter, and it doesn't seem to make much sense as a nickname otherwise.
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>>6341277
>Leave Crystalmelt–track down a Teksoul!

I agree with Sixface IS the Keekulaaley theory
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>>6341277
>>Get out of Crystalmelt–you’re gonna pay Vhale a housecall…
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>>6341277
>Leave Crystalmelt–track down a Teksoul!
>Get out of Crystalmelt–you’re gonna pay Vhale a housecall…
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>>6341284
>>6341286
>>6341386
>>6341411
>>6341460
THE TALLY:
>Visit Vhale: 3
>Suulom: 1
>Teksoul: 3
I'm gonna put the Vhale and Teksoul decisions together! Time to SADDLE UP... WRITING
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‘Parley’. The word leaves your mouth like a piece of gristle. What vital piece of knowledge could these assassins reveal that wouldn’t be a waste of time? You don’t need to be a mind reader to deduce what’s happening here: you made a deal with a Crimelord! And surprise, surprise: he BROKE it!

Well you know what else was broken? Whatever dumb spell or protection Trier had over Vhale… meaning that dead-eyed fuzzball’s minutes are NUMBERED!

No, you reply as you feel the ember in your chest grow into a flickering fire, you don’t have anything to say to those pricks!

“W-wait a sec,” Stammers Volka as you make it about halfway to the elevator, “Where… where are you headed, Rook?”

VHALE’S PLACE, you grimly reply, to get your Spinner back!

“Alone?” Morook asks, exchanging a wary glance with his sister.

You’ve got a few tricks up your sleeve, you flatly reply–Trier promised to protect your friends, and you’d be a fool not to cash in on that offer! Before you can finish your cool, slow walk to the Scendochamber, however, Rezalith practically TELEPORTS to your side!

“Nuh-uh. No way. Don’t even THINK of going on a rampage without me!”

“Or me!” Volka adds as she strides over with determination etched into her expression!

“Or me.” Drones Morook with a mischievous glimmer in his gaze!

“I can’t keep you out of my sight for a minute, can I?” Oti groans as he too joins in on the fun! “Toppel and her degenerate brother will wish to join too, no doubt…” His glowing eyes slip over to the back of the suite where the other rooms and, by extension, the hostages are. “Just need to decide what to do with the captives first.”

As your eyes sweep across your squad, you feel a knot twist into existence next to the roaring flames in your chest! They… they don’t nee-

“Course we do, ya’ big goof.” Snickers the Skog as her tail slaps against the floor! “Lamplighters stick together! It’s a rule!”

Someone needs to stick close to make sure you don’t blow yourself up…” Adds her half-brother with a shrug and a smirk in his voice!

“And I go where I please!” Adds Rezalith as he meets your gaze with a haughty harrumph! “And I want to cook the fools who keep attacking us, so THERE!

”Hohoho…. Round up the posse, kid,” RED cackles with the usual raspy voice, ”This’ll be a BLOOBATH…”

He’s… he might be right–you’ll have Trier’s Teksouls at your side… do you dare bring your friends into the fray too?

What do?
>Alright, let’s go, gang.
>Only a few of you. The rest stay back. (Who’s coming?)
>You need them here with Lutza. (LONE WOLF)
>Write-In!
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>>6341621
Well, gee, that's a tough question. I do love a good power of friendship, but at the same time, going full lone wolf slaughter mode is pretty damn BADASS.
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>>6341621
>Just Rezalith
No offense to everyone else, but we may want to go literal "scorched earth" on these guys. That means only people resistant to hellfire.
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>>6341634
Maybe, but we'd need someone who could keep an eye on Rezalith if we brought her.
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>>6341621
>Alright, let’s go, gang.
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>>6341634
+1, sounds fun
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>>6341621
>REZALITH, HOW HUNGRY ARE YOU
>BECAUSE WE'RE LETTING YOU EAT TONIGHT. A FEAST OF BLOOD AND FLESH.

Or in other words, supporting ug2.
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>>6341753
>SADDLE UP, EVERYONE

>>6341634
>>6341816
>>6341887
>THE REZZENING
Writing! This oughta be fun
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You don’t. The Cartel and underhanded tricks go together like GREASE MONKEY’S TWELVE-PIECE GREASESTRAVAGANZA and a heaping dollop of their patented FAT SAUCE... and while you’d appreciate any help you can get, you’ll feel a lot better if it’s Trier’s Teksouls taking the hits!

There is one exception that comes to mind, though–someone who’s been denied a good slaughter for threads now…

Rezzie. The demon perks up like a dog that just heard the word ‘Walk’.

“Y-yea…?” She stammers, trying and failing to contain the growing excitement in her voice! “Let me guess–you need me to stay here while you TALK them all to death…”

Actually, you retort, you don’t plan on leaving any of those Durhernappers standing… and you can only think of one gal powerful enough to torch the whole neighborhood!

As your words slowly sink into the satanthing’s psyche, her face contorts into somewhere between confusion and…

happiness?

Is… is she about to cr-

You’re tackled off of your still-wiggly legs and onto the ground as the feisty fiend flattens you into a hug that squeezes your heart into your throat like a tube of toothpaste!

“Y-you really MEAN it!?” She sputters, eyes wide and twinkling like a kid going to a theme park! “I WILL kill you if you’re joking, AnT-” The name catches in her throat. “... Anton…”

“But… Anton-”

It’s fine, you reply as the confidence in Volka’s face gives way to concern, you’re gonna cash in on one of Trier’s favors too. It won’t just be you and Rezzie!

“That doesn’t explain why you intend to leave us here.” Oti argues, eyes dimming with each word!

It does, actually, you retort as your favorite devil continues to nuzzle your chest, if Lutza’s gambit works, Vhale might still go to the concert tonight… and even if he doesn’t you can almost bet they’re whipping up some foul play! Your eyes sweep across your teammates that didn’t make the cut.

There’ll be innocents attending the concert tonight–you need them all here in case things go South… here and ready to leave at a moment’s notice!

If any of your teammates have anything to say in response, they keep it to themselves. And Volka? The Skog merely lifts you and Rezzie off the floor and traps you in a boneshattering embrace of her own!

“Just…” She sniffles, holding you tight enough to make your eyes bulge, “Just get her back… okay? Safe and sound…”

That’s… that’s the plan, you wheeze, still sandwiched between Rezalith and Volka’s mighty bicep! When it becomes clear to her that she’s suffocating you, the Skog gently places you both back in front of the elevator with a sheepish grin.

“Meet back here, then?” Morook asks, his voice barely changing after your rendered verdict.

Yea, you nod and grin, just keep an ear out for the BOOMS….

>CONTD.
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>>6341952
Leaving them with a lazy salute, you lead the charge towards the Scendochamber a-OOF!

… Smack into the wall next to it face-first.

“Would you like those legs fixed?” Oti asks as he regards you with an exasperated sigh. Y-yes please…

“You’re fulla’ crap.”

“That’s what they say about everybody that’s got a revolutionary idea!”

“And what they say about idiots. Being idiots.”

Even with Umberal’s magic-induced mild temperature, the air outside the Nessurmos Estate grows crisp with evening’s approach. A gentle wind caresses the road just outside the main gate as two Cartel Guards stand like talking statues just outside.

“You’re seriously telling me you wouldn’t?” Asks the first guard–a tall Gnok with a chipped tooth.
“I ain’t sayin’ I wouldn’t,” Answers the second, a gruff-looking Mox, “I’m sayin’ it’s impossible.”

“Listen, there ain’t no rules or laws about it! I’m gonna keep a Shyppa as a pet and you ain’t gonna stop me!”

“Yer right–the Shyppa will. Moron…”

Amidst this scintillating conversation, you…
>Approach the guards. Might as well talk to them a bit first, right?
>Sneak in while they’re distracted!
>Let Rezzie negotiate.
>Collect on that favor Trier offered.
>Warm them up.
>Write-In!
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>>6341954
>Sneak in while they’re distracted!
Let's try to grab them undetected. Though, I'd watch out, I wouldn't be surprised if Vhale was waiting for us to try to do that.
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>>6341954
>>Let Rezzie negotiate.
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>>6341954
>Sneak in while they’re distracted!
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>>6341954
Weird transition, so let me clarify: Y'all have with you:
-Rezzie
-Teksouls (If you want em)
This is more just a question of how do you wanna get this party started
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>>6341954
>Sneak in while they’re distracted!
SAVOR.
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>>6341956
>>6341994
>>6342003
>SNEAK
>>6341958
>'NEGOTIATION'
Wow, okay! Thought you were gonna go guns-a-blazin'! Hope Rezzie isn't too peeved about this...

>Roll me 1d100-4 (+2 Fleet Footwork, +2 Hellish Help?, +3 Sneaky Leather Armor, -5 Cartel Wards, -3 High Alert, -3 Spicy HQ) to slip in undetected! Best of 3!
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Rolled 23 - 4 (1d100 - 4)

>>6342090
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Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>6342090
You'll get your slaughter soon, Rez.
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Rolled 49 - 4 (1d100 - 4)

>>6342090
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>>6342094
>>6342100
>>6342135
>HIGHEST ROLL: 91!
Well shoot, guess I've got some more sneaking to write! Will probably get around to it later on Thursday--seeya then, hopefully!
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The guards never see you coming.

No, seriously! They don’t! While they continue their pet debate, you manage to clear the fence surrounding the compound with a little help from your flying friend! There’s a faint tingle of magic as you breach the perimeter, but if it triggers any alarm, you don’t see it!

Rezzie remains silent as the two of you land in a patch of fern-like grass–good thing, too. No sooner do you touch down do you spot a patrol of presumably heavily-armed hoodlums round the bend!

The pair of Maakar leading the walk click menacingly as the two of you shut your eyes, but their handlers continue onwards with grim looks on their stony faces! It’s only after the sound of chains jingling and heavy footfalls fade away that you dare open them again… and when you do, you find yourself alone in blessed silence!

Lingering in the bushes just to be sure, you try to avoid the daggers being stared into your face by your hellish helper as you ponder your next move. The compound’s exterior is quiet, that much is certain, but whether that’s due to the concert happening later this evening or another reason totally escapes you.

… Crud, is this even the right house? You assumed it was based on the guards posted out front, but–

A sharp pain in your shoulder brings you back to the present: the present where you currently have a devil biting your shoulder! Shaking her off with an indignant glare, you mouth the word ‘SOON’ to placate Rezalith, if only for a few more minutes! Cathartic though it’d be to cut a bloody, burning swathe through the Cartel, you wouldn’t mind tracking down TT before the chaos commences!

… And you’re still not 100% sure this is Vhale’s house. It… certainly smells like spice central, but… damn it, why didn’t you bring someone who could read!?

Well for better or worse, you’re here. There’s a few guards idling in the front, but the irregular shadows covering their eyes tells you you might be in some kind of grove or hedge display… water trickles somewhere nearby–no doubt some kind of pond or water feature. Best not trip into that!

The question is, how do you sneak in?
>Try to find a chance by the front door!
>Head around the side of the compound!
>The roof! You might be able to slip in through a balcony or something if you’re careful!
>What if the pond hides a way in?
>Shadow a patrol for a while–see where they go!
>Biisii’s Bag!
>Write-In!
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>>6342469
>Shadow a patrol for a while–see where they go!
Can't use Biisi's bag too much or else it loses the impact.
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>>6342471
Might also cause the Third Impact but who knows, man, I just work here
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>>6342469
>>The roof! You might be able to slip in through a balcony or something if you’re careful!
Lets not keep Rezzie waiting for too long...
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Objects till cast shadows from the light we can' see? Huh... Interesting.

>>6342469
>The roof! You might be able to slip in through a balcony or something if you’re careful

>>6342471
>Can't use Biisi's bag too much or else it loses the impact.
Also, it might run out of goodies.
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>>6342469
>The roof! You might be able to slip in through a balcony or something if you’re careful
THEY NEVER EXPECT THE ROOF.
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>>6342471
>FOLLOW THE LEADER!
>>6342499
>>6342550
>>6342552
>THE ROOFTOPS!

Writing later today!
>>6342550
Also I meant that, like, there was a bush blocking the view of some guard's eyes--sorry, not as clear as I thought it'd be
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Watching another patrol make their rounds puts your brain into overdrive–assuming this IS the right house, they probably have it locked down like a fortress… and the persistent darkness doesn’t really help gauge your options!

Ingress points flood your thoughts like a punctured kiddie pool: around the back? No, could be even more guarded! The front? Yea RIGHT! Trailing a patrol? A gamble–or worse: they might just lead you in circles for the rest of the night! And the pond?

… you’re still on the fence about there being a secret tunnel down there…

That’s when it hits you–Rezalith’s wing, that is! Nearly taking a leathery smack to the eye, you recoil with fresh ire in your expression as she calls your bluff and raises you twenty! Before you can hiss your grievances, however, you come to a conclusion almost so obvious it hurts!

The ROOF! Surely there’s some way in through there, right? Whispering your idea to your hellish hireling, the girl answers you with a derisive groan!

I KNEW you’d pull this cowardly crap, AnTURD… knew it the minute I woke up this morning…

Can she do it or not? You can’t quite gauge how big the manor is or how many windows it has-

Yea, yea… demon senses, remember? Stupid.” She interjects as you feel a finger dismissively wag close to your face! “But know this: I came here for BLOOD… and I aim to collect!

You can barely imagine a scenario in which you don’t end up fighting your way out of here, you reply with a shrug! Frowning, the fiend takes a moment to creep forward through the garden–pausing every few moments to sniff the air and crane her ears skyward!

… Can… can she really smell and hea-

It HELPS, okay? Shut it!

You’re not sure if you believe her or not, but regardless of your thoughts it doesn’t take long for the hellion to hone in on a spot above you like some kind of red-eyed bloodhound! Taking her position behind you, the girl lets out a flustered sigh as you feel her noodly arms wrap around your chest!

Say or do anything weird and I’ll chuck you all the way to Crossroads!” You’re pretty certain the safest bet is to nod here, so that’s what you do.

Taking one more deep breath, a curt ‘Close your eyes, stupid!’ in your ear before the two of you take to the skies one more time! It’s almost terrifying how quiet the takeoff process is–strong though she may be, you can’t help but notice how Rezzie’s lithe, compact form lends itself to keeping her quick and quiet… like some kind of flying mountain lion or something!

Your trip doesn’t last that long–not that you mind, of course. The longer you stay in the air, the more likely it is for some bored bastard to notice you both on his patrol!

>CONTD.
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>>6342973
Landing on what feels like polished tile beneath your boots, the devil unceremoniously dumps you onto the floor before sweeping the immediate area for ne’er-do-wells!

Quiet…” She hisses as her eyes comb the landing, “Even on the inside…

Following the fiend’s gaze, you hear the gentle tapping of a window–or a door, maybe–not fully-ajar, but not closed either. Rezzie sniffs the air one more time. Anything?

Spice,” She sighs as her face furrows up even more, “Spice everywhere. Hard to tell…

Not wanting to admit that the Cartel might actually have a good reason for smelling like a Spice Convention, you lead the charge over to the door on quick, quiet feet!

The spicy scent only intensifies as you abandon the brisk outdoor breeze for the warm, almost comfy interior of the villa. A plush, no-doubt expensive carpet greets your footfalls as you enter one of the mansion’s many rooms–abandoned, based on how little you hear making your grand entry.

Okay,” Rezzie hisses as she joins you at your side, her wings folded behind her like fans, “Now wh-

Inviting yourself in… again. So, so predictable…

You don’t even wait for the female voice to finish crackling in from the unseen intercom before diving for the door you came in from, but when your face and fists come into contact with a solid wall instead, all you can do is claw the space like a cat wanting to go outside!

What in the-

“H-hey…” Rezalith stammers as she comes to a similar conclusion, “Where’d-”

Word to the wise: if you keep using the same strategy, eventually folks’ll use it against you.” Purrs the voice as it hops from corner to corner like a bird trying to escape a kitchen! “Trust me: I know my way around a good SNEAK…

You’re about to order the voice to identify its owner when it hits you: sultry. Smooth. Feminine, but bold like one of those cigarette-smoking femme fatales from the old detective shows you used to watch!

Ah-ah-ah,” The voice continues like a mother scolding a child as Rezzie freezes with a fireball forming in her fist, “The alarm hasn’t been sounded… yet. But I can’t promise much if you set the place ablaze…

You only got a small sample of the voice before, but once you place it you can’t unhear it: SIXFACE, you snarl as you try your damndest to keep up with the sound of her triumphant cackle, where’s Tzah-Tzie!?

You mean RUUSDI?” The voice sighs. “Hmmm… I wonder…

Wonder a little faster, you growl as heat builds in your palms, or she’ll be wondering where to find a bucket of water next!

Well well well, you CAN be assertive.” Observes the disembodied voice accompanied by a faint, metallic ringing, “Last I heard, she was with her darling hubby…

>CONTD.
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>>6342974
A dainty giggle pinballs around the room, “But I know better than to listen in when The Boss is with a lady…

The heat in your hands grows to a full-on crackling conflagration! WHERE. IS. SHE!?

Another chuckle hits your burning ears. “That’s the game, isn’t it? But it wouldn’t be very fun if SHE was the only player, would it?

A buzz of magic assails your teeth as your mind is drawn to two sides of the room–each one trembling with fresh magic!

As I said, I haven’t alerted the guards… yet. Play along, however, and I might just keep my lips shut. But if you hurt my feelings, well… I’ve been known to scream in certain situations~

You’re used to the sensation enough by now to feel it: three magical distortions–one to your LEFT, one to your RIGHT, and one BACK THE WAY YOU CAME. Against your better judgement, you ask the voice to continue. What ‘game’?

Oh, I LOVE a man with a playful side!” Sixface croons as Rezzie scowls. “The rules are simple, my pet, and the stakes are OH SO HIGH: the exit to your LEFT might lead you to your favorite fuzzball… and whoever else is with her.

Left for Tzah-Tzie, huh? Thanks for the info! Seey-

Tsk-tsk-tsk… did I finish?” Sneers Sixface. “To the RIGHT lies the route to seven other girls… not Ruusdi, I’m afraid, but they ARE blood-related…

You blink. H-her family?

Sisters, actually. Lived here ever since Vhale tried them all out… oh, but he’s such a taciturn young man… and that cold, cold heart of his just doesn’t stay attached to one woman for long!” Her voice droops in mock irritation. “Trust me, I should know…

Apprehension drips into your tone as you urge the voice to continue–two paths, huh? And would you be correct in assuming they don’t lead to the same place?

Bold AND smart… I can see why she barely blinked when that ‘other you’ retrieved her… yes, dear Anton, you have a choice to make! Do you rush to your blushing beau’s aid… or do you go with gallantry and rescue her shivering siblings? Ooh, I just can’t WAIT to find out what you pick!

“What’s the third choice, huh?” Rezalith snarls as her eyes dance towards the disturbance in the direction you came from! “Besides melting this place, that is.”

Ah yes, the demonling…” Purrs the voice, “Interesting choice of companions, Anton. You bring the hellspawn, yet creep around the attic like a totta?” A smile creeps into Sixface’s disembodied voice.

What’s your angle, hmm? Trying to tame a SAVAGE new ride in case you fail to win back your current lady? Or did you finally realize how toothless and weak she is compared to a fully-powered fiend?

“H-HEY!” The demon shouts, eyes wide and teeth clenched in growing anger, “I’M NOT WEAK-”

>CONTD.
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Oh, but you ARE, darling… far weaker than a summoned demon SHOULD be, at any rate.” Sixface sighs as if giving a bad review to a restaurant, “Just look at how COMFORTABLE Anton is around you… what’s next for the GREAT QUEEN REZALITH, hmm? Dress shopping? Baby names?

You didn’t think Rezalith’s features could get any redder, but they do–and you know damn well what’ll happen if you let Sixface continue to goad her! The THIRD CHOICE, you sternly interject, what is it!?

Nothing too exciting, really–but if you both leave the way you came, well… that’s it!” Sixface explains with a shrug and a smirk in her tone! “You’ll be deposited far from the mansion safe and sound… and me? I’ll inform The Boss of your capitulation in this adorable little war of ours!

Capitulation?

Mhm! He floated the idea before, didn’t he? Oh, but the reward he offered is off the table now, I’m afraid… but being able to leave Umberal without our organization breathing down your neck? Can’t put a price on that, can you?

Yea, sounds swell, you scoff, and you’re just supposed to trust them? Especially after Vhale broke your last little agreement?

Don’t take this the wrong way, hon, but you’re just not that interesting.” The voice answers with a soft, almost sympathetic laugh! “And I might be making too many assumptions, but you probably don’t want the same attention The Boss plans to give to his bride… Unless?

N-no, you stammer, you’re FINE, thanks! You just want to weigh your options, assuming they can be trusted, that is!

They can.” Sixface sighs. “But what a BORING choice that would be! Especially after all of that JUICY foreplay: swooping in on The Boss’s wife? Torching that buffoon Rolo’s Casino? You wouldn’t leave a girl hanging, would you?

Suppose you play her little game then: what’s the catch? What does SHE get out of it? Another giggle skips around the room!

Sport, mostly.” Answers the voice as it continues to crackle through the unseen intercom. “We’ve been watching you, you see–even in Crossroads–and all personal interests aside, you and your friends constantly eluding my snares and assassins? It’s starting to tarnish my SPOTLESS reputation as a professional…

“Boo-hoo. Tarnish your ugly FACE next…” Rezzie snarls.

So here’s the rub, dear: make a choice and I won’t let anyone know you’re coming… no alarms, no shouting ‘GUARDS! GUUAARRDS!’

She’s gonna let you sneak around, Scott Free? What if Rezzie gets hungry, huh?

>CONTD.
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>>6342976
If your previous encounters with my men have shown me anything, it’s that our organization has grown a tad bloated… and while most of that bloat belongs to Rolo, I won’t shed any tears if you decide to cut some fat here or there… it’ll certainly save me some bells, especially on catering at the year-end holiday party!

“Hear that, AnTOOL? I can kill as many morons as I wa-”

Did I say that?” Croons the Cartel Capo! “Right, right.. Need to use SIMPLE words around the devil… our little game won’t work if you turn it into a massacre–and if any guards so much as hear a holler or hellfire, well… I’ll have to do my job and sound the alarm! It’s a livin’!

She hasn’t gotten to her part in this yet–what’s this about ‘sport’?

Right, right, nearly forgot… Whichever way you choose, dear Anton, I’ll give you a head start… but after that, well…” You can almost hear the girl licking her lips. “I’ll be hunting you both. And don’t assume a little Hellfire will make me blush–I’ve killed far worse.

“Far worse than a DEMON?” Scoffs your favorite satanthing, “I’ll be sure to carve that into your tombstone!”

You’re right, you’re right… can’t blame a girl for trying, right?” Sixface snickers, clearly not believing the words that earn a triumphant smirk out of your fiendish friend! “So whaddaya say, hm? I’d tell you to take your time, but I don’t think Vhale will be taking his…

Her tone sinks into a sinister sneer. “And I don’t intend to take mine either… juicy little things, Ruusdi’s sisters… I hope nothing creeps up on them unawares…

You were wondering when your sneaking would get you into trouble… regardless of how you feel, you’ve been thrust into a choice… and a nagging feeling in your skull tells you they’re all bad ones!

What’s the plan, Stan?
>Exit LEFT. Go after TT!
>Exit RIGHT. Save her sisters!
>Exit BA-nah, you wouldn’t… but could pretend cowardice pay off?
>Split up! (Where do YOU go? Rezzie?)
>Ask Sixface something!
>Speak to Rezzie.
>Write-In!

Holy Christmas, sorry for the wait, all--today was... today was bad. Rough day at work. Won't leave you hanging like that again, honest!
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>>6342978
>Split up! (Anton Left, Rezzie Right)
A horrible nightmare indeed, as opposed to that wonderful dream where her baby is terrorizing tortured souls and Anton is chained to her throne in a princess leia slave costume.
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>>6342978
>Split up! (Where do YOU go? Rezzie?)
Anton right Rezzie left

I get wanting to go right but sending Rezzie might get Tzah-Tzie's sister to panic and I trust her to get Tzah-Tzie out safely
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>>6343076
+1

>>6342978
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>>6342978
It is what it is, QM.
>Split up! (Where do YOU go? Rezzie?)
ANTON GOES RIGHT BECAUSE HE'S ALWAYS RIGHT
REZZIE GOES LEFT BECAUSE SHE'S ALWAYS LEFT.
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>skipping out on the fateful confrontation with the evil wife kidnapper bossman
-100000 Aura
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>>6342984
>ANT LEFT
>REZ RIGHT
>>6343076
>>6343208
>>6343353
>ANT RIGHT
>REZ LEFT
Feels like I'm typing out this
https://youtu.be/kY8HNVKUIWI
CHU CHU CHU
Anyways we writing. Watch your head!
>>6343354
Yea sorry Rezzie's gonna succeed so well that TT's gonna dump AnTURD and gay marry the shit outta Rezalith, the game's TRUE protagonist. As we all know, Rezalith is also the strongest Bonesverse character and is incapable of failing, so... sorry questies. No exciting rescue, I'm afraid. She's probably gonna beat Sixface's ass too
>>6343353
>it is what it is
So. True. Questie
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>>6343373
>Yea sorry Rezzie's gonna succeed so well that TT's gonna dump AnTURD and gay marry the shit outta Rezalith, the game's TRUE protagonist.
Jokes on them because he ended up getting all the sisters as a harem instead.
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Bad though they may be, your ghoulish game master didn’t say you had to stick with just one! Relaying your instructions to the devil of your dynamic duo, Rezzie responds about as well as you expect:

“Relying on ME to rescue THE SNACK, ey, Anton? That’s the smartest choice you’ve ever made!”

… Wait a second, you didn’t expect that response at all!

Splendid choices, you two!” Croons the Capo through the crackling intercom as it finally seems to come to a rest just a few feet in front of you, “And intriguing, to boot! Our extraplanar oddity Anton Peas: Altruistic… or IGNORANT? I suppose we’ll learn soon enough… Viishi?

A pair of eyes emerge from the inky darkness at the sound of the name–wide, bloodshot eyes… each pupil a pinprick adrift in a sea of reddened sclera.

It’s a girl, you swiftly realize, and it doesn’t take you long to realize she’s been crying! Announcing her arrival with a menacing cackle, Sixface’s voice continues to scurry out from the device seemingly attached to the downtrodden Durher’s chest!

What… what the hell is this?

You didn’t think I’d let you run off without a HINT, would I?” Sixface sneers as her speaker holder silently trembles like a leaf in a hurricane, “Viishi’s one of your dearest’s YOUNGEST siblings… she said so herself back when she was still in the habit of speaking! Loquacious little thing back then… but The Boss, well, he has a way of doing away with irritating habits…

“Huh.” Announces Rezalith as she shamelessly prods the catatonic girl’s head, “What’re we supposed to do with this thing anyways?”

It’s–s-she’s not a THING, Rez! Cripes! Kneeling to address the Durher, you force a reassuring smile onto your face. Don’t worry, you begin, you’re gonna get all of them home!

Vhale’s ex doesn’t respond–no words leave her lips, nor does her mortified expression change one bit. As far as you can tell, you’re a ghost to the poor thing…

You just hope the others are still alive.

Congratulations, dear, you get to leave!” Announces Sixface like a game show host! “Just step through that portal in the back… and if you pray VERY hard for Anton you might just see your other sisters soon too!

Her freedom won, the girl refuses to budge–her eyes widening as they scan the room for whatever trick or trap the Cartel has in store for her. Upon further examination, you realize she can’t be much younger than Tzah-Tzie… but with the stiff way she carries herself you’d never believe she ever knew how to spea-

RUN!

>CONTD.
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>>6343385
The sudden ferocity in Sixface’s voice is plenty of motivation for the puffy-tailed prisoner, and with the intercom still in tow she scampers through the portal behind you and disappears in a brief ‘VOOP!

By the time you turn back to face your options, Rezzie’s already halfway to her portal! Rez, you begin, reaching out to her in a vain attempt at getting her attention, about Tz-

“Worry not, AnTWIT,” She chirps, the cheekiness in her tone all but obfuscating the smallest hint of… warmth? “By the time you stumble onto the right floor I’ll have already cleared this buffoon buffet~”

Leaving you with a wink, the devil dissipates into nothingness with another ‘VOOP!

Only one thing left to do… steeling yourself for whatever comes next, you face your portal, take a deep breath, and…

VOOP!

The game begins!

The playing field, however, seems to be a lot larger than you’d anticipated! When you adjust to your new surroundings, you find yourself…
>Bathed in warm, humid air filled with the sound of several water features–and some faint conversations. A pool area?
>Tumbling out of a cabinet along with several sweet-scented foodstuffs onto a polished floor that sends shivers up your knees in tandem with the frigid air around you! A freezer?
>Wedged between a potted fern of some sort and a thick, glass wall! The air is thick with heat and moisture, but in place of that persistent spicy scent is a cornucopia of odors… sweet, bitter, and others downright ALIEN. A greenhouse?
>You nearly send a table full of drinks tumbling onto the floor, but it looks like their owners have long forgotten about them! Spice mixes with smoke as you realize where you are: a massive room alive with the sounds of clinking glasses, rolling dice, and boisterous conversations! A bar?
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>>6343386
>You nearly send a table full of drinks tumbling onto the floor, but it looks like their owners have long forgotten about them! Spice mixes with smoke as you realize where you are: a massive room alive with the sounds of clinking glasses, rolling dice, and boisterous conversations! A bar?
Bar brawl?
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>>6343386
>You nearly send a table full of drinks tumbling onto the floor, but it looks like their owners have long forgotten about them! Spice mixes with smoke as you realize where you are: a massive room alive with the sounds of clinking glasses, rolling dice, and boisterous conversations! A bar?
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>>6343398
>>6343564
>TO THE BAR!
Writing!
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A rattle of glassware barely registers above the din you find yourself thrust into: warm, stuffy air tinged sour from booze and revelry greets you as you find yourself in what you assume counts for a ‘Rec Room’ in Vhale’s organization!

“Olon! OLON, make us anudder one!”
“Get it yerself, you shit.”
“Big-eyed CUNT.”

Dice hitting tables–pipe smoke clashing with that damned SPICE the Cartel always reeks of… all of it revolves around a central bar area where a few enterprising mooks serve themselves drinks, much to the chagrin of the nervous-looking barstaff. Topping it all off is an intercom system piping music into the room just like the Skyrail–you don’t recognize the artist, but you’ll take anyone over Sixface, thanks!

If it wasn’t for all the Cartel creeps, you’d think you were back at the BATTLE’S END TAVERN back in Crossroads… that or the FAR-THROW just outside of town. All told, though, you’d MUCH prefer being back at one of those…

Having worked the graveyard shift more times than you care to remember, you’re no stranger to drunken sods–but the cornucopia of drunkards in the rec room don’t strike you as boozed-up enough to pal around with. As you peer out from behind the table you warped in behind, Sixface’s words continue to ring through your skull:

She didn’t raise the alarm when you snuck in, but these guys? They most certainly might!

Rummaging through your pockets, you manage to find the contact lenses you bought before heading up to Umberal–they’re flimsy and slightly melted after your last scrap, but maybe they could help you out? You put ‘em back on just to be safe.

The bar patrons continue their revelry, sparing you any notice as you sit huddled beneath your cover. It’s only after another few moments pass that you realize you have no clue where Vhale might be keeping TT’s sisters–Hell, does he even keep them in the same place?

For a moment you consider asking around, but luckily COMMON SENSE kicks in long before you rush off! You’re in the Lion’s Den now–any one of these punks could probably ID you on a glance… and that doesn’t even begin to address Sixface’s little ‘promise’ to hunt you and Rezzie down!

If she truly is a shapeshifter and was addressing you through an intercom, well, that just means that any one of these people could be her! And if a Keekuthingie is as mean as your pals seemed to describe them as, well… you’d better keep an eye taped to the back of your skull, lest someone sticks a blade through it!

The good news is that none of the bar patrons seem to feel like using their indoor voices–your ears started ringing shortly after you arrived! If you’re cautious you could probably snatch some intel out of the air… might even be able to elicit some with some well-placed VENTRILOQUISM!

>CONTD.
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>>6343682
A few groups stand out to you as you survey your ‘Hunting Ground’:

First, a nearby table stuffed with Gnoks and Durhers playing a rousing game of DICE comes to mind. You can’t help but be reminded of that Lido prick you ran into at the Far-Throw–you only hope they didn’t manage to catch Liz…

Second, a grungy old Durher sits alone on the far side of the bar–an anxious-looking Mox bartender periodically checking in to slide a fresh drink his way as if he were a wild animal. The other bar patrons give him a wide berth, but you can’t quite tell if it’s due to fear or ire…

Last, but not least is a pair of Mzz’goe’virr–the two simply drinking on the far side of the room at a distant table. Speaking intently between puffs of acrid smoke, it’s hard to say if they’re talking ‘shop’ or just catching up.

All that said, it doesn’t take long for some fresh new faces to enter from a set of double doors across the room: a pair of Skogs laughing at some joke one must’ve told the other before coming in. Guess that’s your exit if you need one… oh, and you can probably listen in on THEM too!

You’re not detected, but you can be sure of two things: you’re on a tight schedule… and you’re being HUNTED. What’s the plan?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1r4a9U3jUt4&list=PLp1Y6qRhEmZxrN4530OKxtSCWSKXqBjSR
INVENTORY PASTEBIN:https://pastebin.com/xdk5kHyA
>Try to eavesdrop (On who?)
>Slink behind the bar–maybe you can pass as a bartender?
>Join a group… your Contact Lenses might still work! (Who?)
>Ventriloquism (Ask about Sisters? Directions? Sixface? Try to start a brawl?)
>BIISII'S BAG!
>Just dip out–this room’s a bit too populated!
>Write-In!
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>>6343683
>Ventriloquism (Ask about Sisters? Directions? Sixface? Try to start a brawl?)
Asking for the sisters would be suspicious...but if we ask for directions like we're lost, then we'll be able to find it out by knowing where we SHOULDN'T go and shiet
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>>6343683
>Join a group… your Contact Lenses might still work! (Who?)
The scary old guy!
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>>6343683
>Join a group… your Contact Lenses might still work! (Who?)
SCARY OLD DURHER, PLEASE, FUCKING SAVE US.
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>>6343686
>WAIT WHO SAID THAT
>>6343687
>>6343771
>EYYY OLD-TIMER
Bold play there, Anton! Let's see if it pays off!
>Roll me 1d100-2(+3 All The World's a Stage, +3 Acting Natural, +1 Melted Green Contacts, +1 Drunks, -3 High Alert, -4 Spicy HQ (Interior) -3 Mysterious Old Man) to slink on over! Best of 3!
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Rolled 19 - 2 (1d100 - 2)

>>6343809
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Rolled 51 - 2 (1d100 - 2)

>>6343809
WATCH AND DON'T LEARN
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Rolled 49 - 2 (1d100 - 2)

>>6343809
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>>6343831
>51-2
Damn son, that's literally 1 short
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>>6343830
>>6343831
>>6343832
>HIGHEST ROLL: 49
https://youtu.be/uJV-pfsx_UM
Juuuuussssstttt missed it... but how will this play out, I wonder...
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Old. Alone. Probably buzzed. If anyone’s gonna be talkative here, it’ll be Grandpa Fuzzball! Adjusting your semi-warped GREEN CONTACTS as best you can, you steel yourself with a deep breath and stride over to the bar like you own the place!

“H-hello…!” Mutters the Mox mixologist–or ‘Moxologist’ as you call them in your head as you approach– “What can I… can I get you things? Like a drink?”

You don’t have to be a detective to deduce they’re itchin’ like a hound to serve anyone other than Durher Drinksalot, and as you approach the bar you can’t really blame them–whoever your new best friend is reeks to high-heaven… so much so that your eyes are already burning when you take the spot next to him!

Speaking of eyes, his are already picking you apart like a vulture as you order a Ruuppaa, but the old dog continues his statue impression long after your beverage is placed in front of you!

“There ya go!” Stammers the bartender with a big, toothy smile! “Not assigned to the concert either, huh?” Realizing they might have overstepped, the Mox’s eyes puff up larger than you thought possible as their mouth shuts tight faster than a catfish that just downed a bottle of vinegar! “E-er… I mean…”

N-no, you shrug, you’re uh… stuck here tonight! Haha! What can ya do…

“Then what the HELLS are you doing here, then?”

You and the bartender freeze up like a pair of deer in particularly boozy headlights as the owner of the grizzled voice slams his presumably empty glass onto the counter with a SLAM that silences the whole room!

Err, you mutter as heat wells up in your cheeks and a bead of sweat forms on your furrowed brow, w-what was that?

“You ‘eard me…” The Durher’s voice is deeper than you’d expect–weary and raspy like a farmworker’s fresh off the fields. One yellow eye stares you down like a hawk watching for prey–immobile and unblinking as it bores into your face. Sneaking a glance around the rec room, you try not to react when you notice all the eyes upon you. You haven’t been made–not yet, at least–your observers seem content to stare you down from afar. In place of anger or shock in their eyes, however, you can almost sense…

Concern?

You don’t get much thinking in–before you can really ponder things you feel a small, but rough claw slam onto your wrist!

“Speak.”

H-how do you respond?
>You’re mansion security!
>You have a meeting with Vhale!
>Gotta check up on the girls!
>Getting a drink, duh!
>Vehicle maintenance… for Rolo’s thing!
>You’re here to kill Vhale!
>Stay Silent! He’ll think you disappeared!
>GLASS HIM
>BIISII’S BAG
>Write-In!
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>>6343850
>You’re a new hire to replace all the dead ones
>You're kinda nervous about accidentally walking into the wrong room since you don't know the place well though
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>>6343850
>I'm a newbie. Got hired to replace, you know, the others.
>Getting a drink, duh!
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>>6343856
+1, with a bit of liquid courage for first day on this new detail... The boss is a scary dude!

>>6343850
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>>6343850
>>6343856 +1
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>>6343850
>>Getting a drink, duh!
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>>6343856
>>6343967
>>6344057
>New hire to replace the dead guys
>N-n-nervous! G-gomenasai~
>>6344128
>Getting a drink LMAO
>>6343961
>Getting a drink LMAO
>But also replacing the other dead dudes
Writing--might be a big delay because apparently maintenance is about to happen. Seeya eventually, Dark DUKES
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Words rush from your mouth like cockroaches from beneath the dumpster at work! G-getting my drink on, you answer, taking a sip of the stuff after closing your response with a wobbly laugh!

The ruuppaa? It’s good... it’s really good! The sweet, tangy flavor jolts you awake like a static shock, but while your previous bouts with the beverage have been nothing but pleasant, this particular pour, well…

It’s like someone wrapped your throat and stomach in a warm blanket and handed them a piping-hot mug of cocoa… peppermint stick AND marshmallows included! You aren’t much of a snob when it comes to drinks–far from it–but this?

Straight from the Cartel’s Vineyards, no doubt… and you hate to admit it, but you can definitely taste the quality!

All good things must end, however, and in your case your drink is cut short when your drinking partner’s other claw swipes the glass out of your hand and onto the floor with a resounding ‘CRASH!

If you didn’t have every eye on you before, you do now… and the Durher? He just continues to stare you down…

A-and, you continue, you’re a replacement! For, y’know… all the dead as of late… just needed something to calm your nerves, you add as you cast a despondent glance at where your drink landed, you’re uh… a little nervous!

“‘Nervous…’” Parrots the Durher, eyes still not leaving yours. You don’t think it’s a question, but you answer anyway.

Yea, you shrug as one of the bar staff cleans your mess as quietly as they can manage, the boss is a scary dude, y’know?

And just like that the bar falls silent once more as a sensation akin to stepping on a landmine floods your body! You’re about two seconds away from making a break for the nearest restroom when you’re answered with a dismissive grunt!

“‘Scary’...” Snarls the old man as he empties the contents of his glass down his gullet with a gutteral growl, “‘s a miserable CUNT is what he is…”

Taking a cue from the rest of the bar, you don’t dare respond to your new pal’s assessment–it doesn’t sound like a test to you, but you know better than to play Office Politics with The Mob, especially when they’ve spent the last few threads trying to kill you and your friends!

“Miserable…” Repeats the Durher with a dismissive shake of his head, “Miserable bastard… knew it the day he clawed his way out of his mother…”

A question surfaces in the hazy mire in your head, but you hold it close. Good choice–taking a sip of a freshly-poured drink in front of him, the geezer continues to mutter at you.

“Coulda’ smothered the dead-eyed shit back then… paid ‘im back for gnawing through his siblings… tearing her insides apart…”

You could hear a pin drop as you weigh the drunk’s words–this… is this…

Vhale’s dad?!

>CONTD.
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>>6344202
“Wring ‘is neck…” He continues, still speaking as he takes a swig from his drink, “Stomp ‘is skull in…”

Daring to glance at the room around you, you confirm what you already know: all eyes are on your new pal… but what you didn’t expect is their silence! No one moves to correct the Durher, nor do they join in on the fun–and the drunk old man? He just continues rambling without a care in the world!

“Robbed me… cheated me… smarter’n he looks, the smug cunt…”

Your head is filled with questions, but you keep them sealed in for now–would engaging further blow your cover… or would it keep it intact?

What do?
>Excuse yourself!
>Order your ‘friend’ something really boozy–maybe knock him out?
>Ventriloquism–distract him and go!
>Ask him about Vhale!
>Ask about TT’s Sisters!
>Ask about The Cartel!
>Ask about HIM!
>Stay Silent! He’ll think you disappeared!
>Write-In!
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>>6344204
Oh right, I guess these would be relevant too:
>Ask about Tzah-Tzie!
>Ask about Rolo/Sixface!
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>>6344204
Vhale's Dad seems like an interesting one to meet but I'm not sure how to turn this into finding the sisters. We don't got lots of time.
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>>6344211
Then you'd better think of a way to get outta' the conversation, hoss!
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>>6344213
Well, the only thing I can think of is ordering him something so boozy he's knocked out, then offering to carry him back, then finding a way to wake him up where nobody's looking and THEN asking him about the sisters by telling him we want to get revenge on Vhale.

But I'm not sure that's even possible.
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>>6344216
I'll tell you this: the guy DOES seem pretty wasted, so if you did want to dip out you probably could. On the bright side your cover doesn't seem to be blown--hell, getting cornered by dad might actually gain you some sympathy with the other rec roomers!

Or you could just keep moving on. Might have more clues outside! As you all know by now, Dark Quest is an Immersive Sim so you can do all kinds of shit like grenade jump and stuff
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Would've voted earlier, got distracted.

>>6344204
>Ask about Rolo/Sixface!
>Skedaddle with Ventriloquism afterwards!

I think this is the safest while still, maybe, giving us some useful information.
I could humor the idea of getting him stuck, then carrying him, then waking him up but I'm not sure if we have the time for it.
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>>6344282
Fine, I'll support this plan.
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>>6344204
>Ask him about Vhale!
>Ask about TT’s Sisters!
I, uh, hear he chews through women nowadays, too...
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>>6344204
>Ask him about Vhale!
>Ask about TT’s Sisters!
Just be sure to ask quietly so they they think he's just rambling. What are they gonna do, tell Vhale? He'll be dead soon enough.
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>>6344282
Ehhh. To prevent a tie, let's go with the
>Ask him about Vhale
>Ask about TT's Sisters!
I was just worried I'd get an earful about it being too risky if I voted for it first.
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>>6344289
>>6344302
>>6344304
>VHALE?
>TT'S SISTERS?
>>6344284
>ROLO/SIXFACE
>LEG IT! WAIT, WHO SAID THAT?
Writing!
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An uneasy calm slowly returns to the rec room as all the occupants not currently ranting about killing their boss to a total stranger go back to their regularly-scheduled ne’er-do-welling. As for you, well, you learned long ago that when a drunk has a story to tell, you listen! Especially when they enter the restaurant at 3am with an authentic World War 2-era Stielhandgranate!

Never a dull moment in food service…

So, you quietly cough as your foe’s father’s mutterings start to taper off, no, uh… no love lost for his son, huh?

“‘LOVE’?” The Durher scoffs as if you’d just proposed to him, “Kept meself from bashin’ ‘is head in, didn’t I? Raised ‘im like dear Jinta woulda’ wanted me to… business… dueling… operations… gave that spoiled fuck everything as if ‘e didn’t butcher ‘is mum when he was born… didn’t… didn’t turn these spice-scented SHITS against me!”

The Durher nearly falls from his chair as he swipes at the air around him–the blow no-doubt meant for the Cartelers still desperately trying to ignore the two of you and the associated outbursts! Slumping back onto the bar, the old man continues to stare a hole through you with his one remaining eye.

“Cut… cut me outta’ everything, that sly fuck… taught… taught him too well… but I’m still his father, gods-damned it all! I’M STILL RHAEVUS NESSURMOS, YOU SPINELESS TOTTAS!

RHAEVUS…. well he certainly answered your question, didn’t he? No love lost indeed… Before you can get a word in, however, you feel a jagged set of claws sink into your shoulder and draw you close to a now-grinning pop-pop!

“Still… still his father…” He nods with a rictus grin, each breath he takes stinging your eyes from the sheer alcohol content, “Keeps me alive, the sadistic cunt… coulda’ killed him, I could… too godsdamned old now…”

Behind his perpetual scowl, you can almost see a hint of… regret?

“They don’t tell ya that about getting old…” He continues, taking your silence as a ‘go ahead’, “Fighting to’ get out of bed… to climb a ramp while ya’ got needles and pains all up an’ down yer back and hips… can barely go five rounds with a vixen anymore, much less one…”

He digs his claws into the bar like it owed him money. “Too damned old… too godsdamned old…”

Silence falls over your side of the bar for the briefest, and most uncomfortable of moments. “...Y’know he was married, don’tcha, smart FUCK? My ‘bundle of joy’...”

R-really, you reply with a heaping scoop of hamminess, wh-what happened?

“Dumbshit Sulastirs…” Snorts the drunken sot, “Couldn’t go a fuckin’ day without one of those sniveling whores crawling up my ass…”

>CONTD.
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>>6344361
The name rings a bell, one you’d rather stay unrung: Sulastir–one of the biggest names in Ruuppaa plantations in Zoral, or so you’ve heard… but also Tzah-Tzie’s true surname.

“Always begging… begging for distribution… protection… beg, beg, BEG…” Rhaevus slurs as his claws dig deeper into your shoulder, “So I emptied their godsdamned pockets, I did…” Another breathy-laugh leaves his scarred lips. “Low-balled them for AGES… even bought their finest daughter–juicy, juicy cut of tail, that…”

As his description of Tzah-Tzie slaps you in the face, you quietly recall where your new friend’s glass is sitting on the counter. A lesser man might’ve used that knowledge by now, but you?

You’re a better man, apparently.

So, you mutter, not realizing until now that your teeth were clenched, what happened?

“Whad’ya THINK happened!?” The drunk snarls as his claws draw blood from your shoulder, “He CUT ME OUT! AGAIN! Made a different deal with those brewery bastards… fucking ‘PARTNERSHIP’, he calls it… whore runs away an’ he pins it on the Sulastirs, that grey-eyed cunt… and where was I in those negotiations, HM!? WHERE WAS I!?”

His claws vacate your shoulder as Rhaevus slams a fist on the counter! “DRINKS!

The Mox from earlier approaches with the caution and fear of a zookeeper facing down a rabid grizzly. “P-p-plural, L-Lord Rhaevus?”

Rhaevus’ eye widens with fresh ire! “Y-y-YES ‘plural’, you zit-eyed bastard! For me and my NEW FRIEND…”

You’re touched–quite literally when Rhaevus’ claw returns to your bleeding shoulder–but you don’t think he’d fit in too well with the rest of the gang… but an idea comes to mind as the Moxtender shoots you a sympathetic glance as he refreshes your beverages…

Say, you mutter, earning the attention of the drunk’s yellow eye once more, didn’t his son get married to some other Sulastirs?

You’re answered with a smack upside the head that rings out across the rec room! Luckily for you, the other patrons have seemingly completely bowed out of the conversation!

“‘MARRIAGE’... fuck that, boy… no vows… no huddle dance… no bride hunt…” He tips his drink down his gullet and burps. “Just whores… pricey, PRICEY whores…” He shakes his head with a grim smile as if remembering an old joke. “Dumbfuck Sulastirs… only… only good fer’ liftin’ their tails and… and…”

A pit forms in your chest as you notice a glimmer in your new pal’s eye–the same glimmer you saw a customer give Liz once during one of your shifts…

You know exactly what that glimmer means.

“Oi…” Mutters the Durher with a crooked, daring smile, “Let’s… let’s go play with ‘em, you an’ I…”

W-won’t… won’t he be mad? Y'know, Vha-

>CONTD.
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>>6344362
FUCK VHALE!” Rhaevus snarls, nearly stumbling out of his seat, “FUCK does he care about those whores? He uses ‘em, I uses ‘em…” Whipping around to address the rec room, the old man wags an unseen claw at his son’s subordinates!

“YOU ALL uses ‘em, you craven CUNTS! He gets mad? He can KILL me! Or I’ll kill him! And he’ll kill all of you sorry cunts! Fuck does he care!? FUCK DO I CARE!? Fuck… fucking…”

Nearly sliding out of his seat, the old man steadies yourself on your shoulder as his yellow eye quivers and his face curls into a grimace!

“So.” He hisses through clenched teeth, chest heaving as if he’d just run a marathon, “Let’s… play…”

What say you?
>Hold on–one more question!
>Can he give you directions? You’ll go ahead!
>Maybe he should have another drink to cool his head? (Get him SCHWASTED)
>Sure, let’s go ‘play’...
>He can go ahead–you’ll join him in a bit. (Talk to another group? Tail him from afar?)
>Stay Silent! He’ll think you disappeared!
>Write-In!
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>>6344364
Uhmm, I'm not too sure about this guy's ability to find the girls. So maybe instead we can
>Try to get him to say where the girls are
>Once he does, buy him something hard enough to knock him out
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>>6344364
>Sure, let’s go ‘play’...
We're in, and he's already SCHWASTED enough that I'm sure we can toast him properly with hellfire if it comes down to it.
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>>6344364
>Sure, let’s go ‘play’...
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>>6344364
>>Sure, let’s go ‘play’...
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>>6344364
>Sure, let’s go ‘play’...
This totally won't kill us.
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>>6344590
Kill US? It's Rhaevus that needs to worry
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=a65A626Ed20&pp=0gcJCR4Bo7VqN5tD
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>>6344369
>Where are these lovely ladies?
>Knock 'em out with booze!
>>6344375
>>6344449
>>6344481
>>6344590
>Lead the way, bub!
Writingggggg! Sorry for the wait--long day.
>>6344665
So frickin' true, questie
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The idea of following this man, let alone ANY man who asks you to ‘play’ as he stares you down like a dog stares at a dripping steak fresh off the grill rubs you the wrong way, to say the least. That said, having an escort to your would-be rescuees is more than you could ask for right about now, especially when said escort appears to be someone the master of the house refuses to kill!

Sure, you nod as you staple a smile to your face, lead the way, dude! You’ll admit you get a bit concerned when your guide falls out of his seat, but concern turns to genuine horror when the older Durher stumbles back onto his shaky, stubby legs and addresses the room one last time!

“And how about YOU gutless PRICKS, hmmm?” He roars as he leans his teetering form against you for support, “You gonna come play or are ya’ gonna stay here an’ keep GIGGLING like a pack’a fuckin’ LADIES!?!?”

The deafening silence from the pack of fuckin’ ladies is all Rhaevus needs to hear… leaving one last mess for the staff to clean up by spitting on the floor, the Durher dad PUNCHES your hip hard enough to make it ache!

“More ladies for US, huh, ya fruity little Veeti? Stay close or I’ll kill ya…”

Heaven forbid… leaving your unwilling audience with a shrug and a ‘can you believe this guy’ expression, you indulge in a quick breath as you realize your cover appears to remain intact… for now!

“Feel… feel these tiles, you smug bastard…” The Durher snarls as he hobbles ahead of you through the hall with remarkable speed, “Molegg-cut, y’know… commissioned by my grandfather, that sly cunt…”

Oh yea, you nod as you pass a very confused four-man patrol, you can, uh… you can feel the quality through your boots!

“Damn right you can, wiseass…” Snarls the ex-Don as he shoves past another pair of patrollers, “Used to say this whole stretch of hallway shone like a road made of fucking GEMSTONES when we still had a godsdamned sun…” Pausing for a moment to dry heave in the corner, Rhaevus turns his attention back to you with the usual frown.

“... Go on, then…”

You blink. E-excuse me?

“Say it…”

S-say WHAT?

“Yea…” Rhaevus nods again as he bars your path, “That’s right…”

… is this guy really going to lead you to the girls? He’s worse than Tzah-Tzie after a few drinks… and nowhere near as snuggly! M-maybe you can use this to get some more info out of him?

What do?
>Ask what he means!
>Interrogate him about himself!
>Inquire about Tzah-Tzi-err, RUUSDI!
>Quiz him on the girls!
>Question him about ways out of the mansion!
>Query him about Rolo and Sixface!
>Catechize him about Vhale! Maybe you can use something!
>Encourage him to keep going–we’re almost there!
>Write-In!
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>>6344713
What's the "try to get the drunk grandpa to lead you to the right room"

We can beat him over the head with a rock when we arrive.
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>>6344713
>Encourage him to keep going–we’re almost there!
>Quiz him on the girls!
Don't let the drunk get distracted! Get him horned up and focused on getting us where we need to be.
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>>6344717
>>6344770
>C'mon, Grandpa!
>>6344770
>The girls!
Writing!
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Where words fail you, politeness carries you onwards! Errr, could you please keep leading us to the ladies? Rhaevus stares you down as if you’d just spit on his mother… which seems to be his neutral expression, now that you think about it–Resting Just Saw His Mother Spit On Face…

“... Heh… that was a test, boy… you PASSED...”

Giving your hip another ‘playful’ smack, the old coot continues to lead you towards what you desperately hope is where the girls are kept… the pit in your chest growing exponentially as you continue to saunter past droves of Cartel goons!

“Oi,” Barks a particularly gruff-sounding Skog, “Whozzat wiv’ ya, Rhaves?”

“Z’my new godsdamned SON, you tusked TWAT.” Snarls your adoptive father as he possessively wraps a ragged tail around your waist! “GETchJer OWN, you tall shit!”

“Y-you know Olus can’t ‘ave kids…” Stammers the Skog’s Gnok counterpart as he gives him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, “What with that tricky business with the sorceress an’ all-”

Rhaevus skids to a halt. “Then scare an illusionist inta’ conjuring ya a simulacrum… and go FUCK YERSELF!”

Charming. To Rhaevus’ credit you don’t get flagged down after that… and while you can’t exactly recall the route you took, it doesn’t take long for the two of you to approach a door flanked by a pair of mean-looking mafiosos!

“Cripes, Rhave,” Sighs a particularly tall Chytree as their Molegg counterpart shoots them a knowing glance, “Again?

“Don’t like it? Call my hellspawn boy. C’mon, you…”

The guards don’t stop you as your gracious host falls against the door and stays there until the guards unlock it with some swift spellcasting!

“Hello HELLO, my pets~”

Cringing at the drunk’s greeting, your disgust is quickly trumped by what’s waiting for you inside the room!

The air is heavy and humid with a smoky substance you can’t quite recall… each Spice-scented breath you take sends a wave of nausea washing over your body! A simple, repeating string tune loops through a crackling intercom in the corner just above a large water feature… and beside it?

Eyes. Twelve sets of eyes glowing through the soupy haze around you like candles in the dark. Each of them glazed-over like a kid after an all-nighter… unblinking. Barely moving as they follow you all the way into the room with zombie-like sluggishness.

>CONTD.
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>>6344789
Rhaevus dances over to the nearest one and pinches her tail, cackling at the girl’s reaction… or lack thereof. And the others? They just stare ahead like car headlights in a traffic jam. For better or worse, you found them:

Tzah-Tzie’s sisters. None of them could be much older than her, you think… aside from two in the back who remind you of Vilah and Dilah: that pair of plucky Durher kits that guided you through the Rags District.

The lump in your chest migrates up into your throat as you meet their blank gaze with one of your own. You silently pray to whoever’s listening in that they’re just drugged…

Rhaevus, it would seem, has long forgotten about you as he starts to caress his ‘choice’. “Soft…” He purrs as his ‘partner’ sits like a wide-eyed statue and endures his touch, “Just… just like my Jinta… my… my dearest…”

Any tenderness in his voice disappears as the Durher violently grabs the girl’s cheeks in his claws and brings his face close to hers!

“... You… you know who I am… SAY it…”

Fortunately for you, the guards deemed it wise to close the door behind you. Unfortunately for you, the thick air makes breathing tricky–whatever you plan on doing with these ladies, you’d better do it fast!

… Where have you smelt this stuff before?

What’s the plan?
>Try to speak with one of the girls!
>Incapacitate Rhaevus!
>KILL Rhaevus!
>Hungry, RED?
>Try to locate a way out!
>Get Rhaevus to distract the guards!
>BIISII’S BAG!
>Stay Silent… see what happens!
>Write-In!
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>>6344791
>Take him out SILENTLY
>But also, tell him that his son is probably currently being eaten alive by a demon
We can at least give him some peace while he dies.
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>>6344791
Ah, might as well post the INVENTORY PASTEBIN again too!
https://pastebin.com/xdk5kHyA
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>>6344791
>Incapacitate Rhaevus!
or
>KILL Rhaevus!
Silent takedown, if we can manage it. Non-lethal preferred, but not over efficacy. We can kill him after we figure out what to do with the girls so they don't have to see that, ideally.
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>>6344812
No, no, I'm being foolish. I remember how tough a time poor Anton had knocking out Suulom. Sorry, girls

>>6344791
Amending my vote to a more decisive
>Murder
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>>6344812
>>6344821
He's gotta go. I do wanna tell him that we're killing Vhale though.
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>>6344839
But then if we roll low, he'll know exactly where were going.
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>>6344812
All jokes aside you can definitely knock him out silently if you want--assuming you manage the skill check I can make it quick!
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>>6344791
>KILL Rhaevus!
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>>6344791
>>Hungry, RED?

>>6344795
>>6344812
>>6344947
C'mon boys, there won't be a more appropriate time!
Just this once!
Pleaaaaaase!
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>>6344976
I don't wanna start belting out flames in a velvety room full of chemicals and a bunch of girls we wanna save.
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>>6345002
Last time we did it, it was pretty clean actually.
No collateral to be expected.
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>>6344795
>>6344821
>>6344947
>https://youtu.be/Q5tZkKwEIgY
>>6344976
>FIRE
Let's see how it goes!
>Roll me 1d100+7 (+2 Fleet Footwork, +3 Sneaky Leather Armor, +2 Illusionist Initiate, +4 Drunk Distracted Dad, -4 Spicy HQ (Interior) to take him out! Best of 3!
>>6345002
This anon might be onto something here
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>>6345043
Sorry, just realized that video might make it a tad unclear: I'm assuming you're gonna WASTE this FREAK!
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Rolled 6 + 7 (1d100 + 7)

>>6345043
KILL'IM

But, of course, do tell him about Vhale first.
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Rolled 5 + 7 (1d100 + 7)

>>6345043
MURDER
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Hoo boy...
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Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>6345043
Fine, if nobody's rolling I will
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We're so fucking dead.
Why have our rolls been THIS garbage lately.
A 43 isn't even that hard to get!
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>>6345049
>>6345052
>>6345073
thats what you get for acting like a pussy
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Hahahah time to DIE
Oh wait... you DO have...

BAD LUCK BALATRO!
You get one per day... and if you vote to use it you'll get ONE REROLL on this skill check! But remember: once you use it here, it's gone until tomorrow... and who knows what else will happen before dawn?

So...

BAD LUCK BALATRO: USE IT?
>YES
>NO
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>>6345080
YES.
LET'S USE IT.
WE NEED TO UNFUCK OUR LUCK.
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>>6345080
Yah sure
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>>6345079
Nah, this is YOU. YOU didn't roll so I had to. YOU are the pussy
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>>6345080
>YES
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>>6345081
>>6345082
>>6345214
>YES
THE COVENANT IS SEALEEDDDD... NO MORE REROLLS UNTIL THE NEXT DAY! HOPE YOU DON'T NEED ONE!
>ROLL ME 1d100+7! BEST OF ONE!
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Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>6345233
It's gonna be a crappy roll isn't it
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>>6345235
just fuckin' barely passes
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>>6345235
>47+7 =54!
THAT WORKSSSSS! Writing!
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You’ve only just met Rhaevus, but he’s made quite the impact on you in such a short timespan–so much so that you barely hesitate when you see him put his hands on the shellshocked sister!

SAY IT!” He roars into the girl’s blank face as your fingers find their way around the hilt of the CURVED BLADE in your pockets, “SAY MY NAME, DAMN YOU!

He brings his claw back for a slap long before she or her siblings can answer–you know this because you snatch the old man’s wrist out of the air before he can follow through! A puzzled grunt leaves Rhaevus’ lips as you sink your blade into his neck in an equal and opposite motion… and the girl?

She just watches.

The fearsome ex-Don doesn’t struggle much as you lower him to the floor. Sputtering wide-eyed in a growing pool of his own juices, the Durher’s spasms slow as you lean in to send him off with one last platitude:

Don’t worry, you hiss in his ear as his flailing ceases and his gurgling grows quiet, His sociopath son’ll be joining him shortly.

Whether your words or your blade did it you’ll never know, but as you retrieve your blade from Rhaevus’ neck you feel his gaze burn into you one last time… and in it?

Relief, maybe. You aren’t used to deciphering a dead man’s last actions… and you hope you never will be. Rhaevus Nessurmos: father of Vhale and ex-leader of the Spice Cartel lies dead at your feet… and you?

You just feel nauseous.

A final death rattle leaves the Durher’s lips, leaving you alone in a room with only your thoughts and a dozen catatonic girls. Wiping your CURVED BLADE off on the old man’s plush robes, you turn to face your rescuees and fall into a coughing fit!

It doesn’t throw you for a loop, but it hurts… and when you regain your bearings you definitely notice something off about your surroundings–the girl’s eyes blur as you move your head and the trickling water in the back of the room echoes around your skull as if someone were dribbling a basketball inside!

Shaking the sensation off as best you can, your eyes dance over to the girls–each one of their blank stares reminding you of their musical sister… that fast-talking fuzzball who always has a jab on the edge of her tongue and a reassuring note on her instrument–the girl you’ve only known for a few days, but feel like you’ve known her your entire life!

Vhale has her cooped up somewhere, but it doesn’t matter where: you’ll tear this monument to cruelty apart brick by brick if you have to! But now?

You’re on borrowed time… and you’ve got to get her sisters out of here!

None of them react when you give them the good news–that you’re here to help–nor do they respond when you ask if they know a way out, not that you expected them to be particularly chatty…

>CONTD.
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>>6345254
To your relief, however, when you instruct the one closest to you to follow, she does… her counterparts following suit soon after! A weary smile slips onto your face as you give them a few more commands: Stay. Go. Duck.

The lights are dim, you think as they continue to bore holes through your head with their unified stare, but they’re still on. That means there’s still hope!

There’s just one problem, though: those guards are probably still outside the door… not to mention you have no clue where to take these girls that’d qualify as ‘safe’.

Oh, and the air is starting to make your eyes water and your throat itch, so there’s that. The question is, what’s next?

>Thoroughly search Rhaevus’ corpse!
>Hide Rhaevus’ corpse!
>Check the walls for another way out!
>Inspect the water for a way out!
>Try to lure the guards into a trap!
>BIISII’S BAG!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>6345256
>Hey, RED...
>https://youtube.com/watch?v=GhclOjt7d2U&pp
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>>6345261
Love the enthusiasm--LOVE it, but would you mind expanding on what you wanna do with your favorite devil (sorry, Rezzie)? Just so that I don't interpret it as eating Tzah-Tzie's siblings or finding some burning coals and eating them
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>>6345264
Ah, I might have overestimated the popularity...see, that song is from Hotline Miami.
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>>6345265
Oh I'm well-aware... are you basically saying you wanna go ham on the mansion now?
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>>6345268
We did say we were bringing Rezzie alone so we could use Hellfire without worry.
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>>6345271
Right, I'm just making sure I know what you're voting for specifically for when it comes to 'writin' time'. You are correct that she won't mind Hellfire much!

But your new entourage might have a few things to say about it... and there's definitely something in the air too if that alters things at all
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>>6345273
I assumed we weren't going to bring the doped out girlsquad until we actually dealt with everything. I can't see them being able to sneak or fight very well.
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>>6345274
Ahhhh, there's an idea! Good clarification, anon--that makes much more sense to me!
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>>6345256
>Thoroughly search Rhaevus’ corpse!
Always loot the body!

>Bluff the guards!
>>The old geezer got mean drunk. Like, MEANER. Then he passed out, but not before saying he wanted to be alone. he said it VERY EMPHATICALLY, so we're going... And if I were a guard, which I totally am and definitely not a human named Anton, I would not go in there, either, lest he wake up and bite your head off. You know how Rhaevus is...
He has a reputation. Let's exploit it.
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>>6345286
That's a good bluff anon but we still need to get the girls out and we're not gonna go very far with that a literal parade of doped out girls.
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>>6345288
He said (well, we'll say he said) he wanted EVERYONE out. have the girls step out of them room, lead them somewhere secure-ish to wait, then go back in to go back-up Rezzie.
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>>6345290
That's nice but you forgot we had to walk through a portal to get here. One that was in...a bar?
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As far as you're aware the portal isn't in the bar--it just kinda spit you out there. You're starting to get the vague suspicion that Sixface might've fucked you over a bit.

That said, there are still exits out of the Mansion--front, side, and back exits, you'd wager, not to mention that Flying Vehicle Lutza mentioned Rolo took to Umberal... oh, and there's probably some wacky stuff in the basement too based on your past experiences with Spice Cartel architecture.
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>>6345256
>Check the walls for another way out!
>>
Gonna keep this open a little while longer and then roll for it. Seeya soon!
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Rolled 1 (1d3)

Looks like it's time for RANDOR to step in! I'll roll with whatever is chosen:

1)
>>6345261
>>6345274
>>6345271
>>6345268
>STEALTH TIME IS OVER
2)
>>6345286
>SEARCH RHAEVUS, BLUFF GUARDS
3)
>>6345433
>CHECK FOR A SNEAKY WAY OUT IN THE WALLS
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>>6345563
Oh HELL yes... we're getting some action now! Here's what I'll need from y'all:

Do you let RED take over, or just let him give ya' a little boost?
>RED, TAKE THE WHEEL
>Boost pleaseeee

That'll determine the next roll and update :)
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>>6345564
>Boost pleaseeee
I'm not stupid, obviously.
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>>6345565
You guys are gonna make RED sad :c
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>>6345566
He's already getting his giga-soul, I'm not letting him "accidentally" turn TT's sisters into brisket.
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Yea you know what I have no clue why I'm even asking that.
>>6345565
>BOOST
Let's ROLL
>Roll me 1d100+10 (+2 Fleet Footwork, +7 Demonic Rage, +5 TT in Trouble, -4 Spicy HQ (Interior)) to get this party STARTED! Best of 3!
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Rolled 7 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>6345672
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Rolled 44 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>6345672
LISTEN KIDS
HERE IS ONE THING THAT DRIVES A MAN.
IT'S THE FACT
THAT HIS CAT THINGE
IS IN DANGER
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Rolled 63 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>6345672
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>>6345673
>>6345674
>>6345732
>HIGHEST ROLL: 73!
That'll do'er. Wrestling with a nasty headache so expect the update later on Friday!

Feel free to gimme some suggestions on how you wanna make your HELLISH debut, too--the guards outside the door don't seem to know what's happened yet. Seeya then!
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Invisible pins and needles poke at your eyes and skin as you weigh your next move–no doubt a product of this damned incense swaddling the roo–

Wait a minute.

Taking another whiff against your best judgement, uncertainty floods through your skull as the odor enters your nose:

SWOOS. Those bastards are pumping SWOOS into the room!

Your heartbeat quickens as you weigh your options–you know all-too-well what happened the last time you had a close encounter with this stuff, and according to Oti the tiny magical ‘thingies’ react to open flames like dynamite!

The muffled sound of one of the guards clearing his throat outside tells you that you, for all intents and purposes, are stuck–unless you can find a separate way out, that is! Rifling through your surroundings like an Escape Room player on a sugar rush, you start with the obvious option.

Rhaevus is still warm as you begin your search, taking care not to kneel in the rapidly-expanding pool of what you hope is blood beneath him. Your search comes up slim, but not empty: aside from his fancy–and now soiled–outfit and boots all you manage to find on his person is a SACK OF 2000 BELLS, a DAGGER WITH AN ENGRAVED HILT, and A SMALL, FLAT TOKEN that definitely feels magical to you–a KEY, perhaps? You doubt anyone, least of all this drunk, would want to fumble with a keyhole in Zoral…

Oh, and tucked into his collar you find some kind of RUSTY PENDANT--opening it up reveals nothing, but you get the sneaking suspicion that it’s sentimental in value. You pocket it anyways.

Unfortunately for you, that’s about all that turns up in your canvassing of the room, and by the time you’ve finished scouring the corners, walls, and even the pool for anything of use your head is pounding and your vision is swimming!

Gritting your teeth in a vain attempt to stay focused through the growing pain, you try not to meet the gaze of Tzah-Tzie’s sisters as they watch you writhing like big-eyed gargoyles…

‘Rescue’. Yea, that worked out swell, didn’t it? A rueful laugh leaves your lips as you shake your head in disbelief. Sixface had your number from the beginning, dropping you into some random part of the mansion–what good is locating the girls if you don’t even have a way out!?

You cast a furtive glance at the door you entered from–thick, large, definitely built to muffle ‘activities’... and even if you DID take down the guards outside you know damn well that Sixface is probably already on the way…

The prisoners can’t stay here, that’s for sure–even if you hid Rhaevus’ body it won’t be long before Sixface comes to make good on her threat… and taking them all with you? Out of the question!

>CONTD.
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>>6346083
Every fresh uncertainty sends another spike of pain through your head like a burning railroad spike–this… it can’t end like this, you think as your throat grows narrow and scratchy, you could’ve brought those Teksouls with you, right? But then you wouldn’t be stealthy… and Rezzie–is she okay? Would they sound the alarm if she was captured?!

Time, you think as a ragged wheeze leaves your lips, you just… you just need some more time-

“OI, uh… M-Master Rhaevus!”

Their voice is muffled from the door’s thickness and your rapidly-diminishing senses, but you’d recognize it anywhere: it’s one of the guards!

“Y-you alright in there, mate? You’re uh… usually a bit louder and…” You can’t see it, but you’d bet every Bell you have that the guard’s looking to his counterpart for assistance right now! “A-and, um… Oh, the guy with ‘em! Can you let us know if Master Rhaevus is okay?”

“Y-yea!” His associate finally adds with equal amounts of confidence, “And, um, are… you’re okay too, yea? Do… do you usually get all quiet-like when youse um…”

The walls are closing in around you–it won’t be long before they investigate, that much is certain–you just… you just need…

”...A boost?”

… Oh brother, here we go…

”It’s always the Swoos, isn’t it, pard?” Remarks the devil in your head as a dizzy spell brings you to your knees. ”Remember last time? Ahh, makes me all nostalgic~”

Ignoring him for now, you shamble over to the still-statuesque siblings and start to hiss some orders: Stay… stay in the pool, you wheeze as their collective eyes continue to bore a hole through your head, a-and… and when they see an opportunity…

A sudden pang of dryness in your throat strangles you mid-sentence! W-when they see an opportunity, you croak, RUN... g-get out…

If the girls have any objections to your plan, they don’t raise them. They’ve been in the manor longer than they have, reasons your Swoos-addled brain, meaning they might know the way out better than you do!

“S-sir?”

You’re about to respond when your eyes meet with the ones staring you down… and once you lock eyes with the green-eyed girls, you can’t look away.

”Hmm…” RED purrs as you jaw slackens, ”These are TT’s sisters, right? Or ‘Ruusdi’ or whatever?”

They are, of course–one look at their eyes was all it took–but once the devil mentions it, an image forms in your head:

Tzah-Tzie… but not like you remember her. Her probing, mischievous eyes now blank and wide like a fish… her melodic voice rendered silent… that fiery spirit that you’ve grown to care about so much in just a few days…

Gone.

>CONTD.
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>>6346086
”Wonder how her hubby’s treating her right now?” Muses the voice with almost playful curiosity in his tone, ”Never been married, of course, but if I was him? And she was MY bride? Whoof, Tex…”

Sh-shut up, you mutter through clenched teeth, just… you just need to think-

”Oh for cripe’s sake, about WHAT!?”

The sudden rage in the devil’s normally-genial tone nearly sends you reeling! Wh-wha-

”Wake up and smell the ashes, Anton: we’re in the belly of the beast! El Jefe’s got his hands on your ladyfriend, they’ve probably snared that firecracker Rezalith–girl’s about as subtle as a bull at Sunday Mass–that shapeshifter’s probably on the way to snack on these girls, and you? YOU’RE DYING FROM A DAMNED ALLERGY!”

You’re AWARE, you snarl back, but what does he want you to do about it, huh? Does he have any actual suggestions for once, o-

One of your hands gives you a slap across the cheek!

”I. WANT. YOU. TO… GET MAD!” Roars the devil, his disembodied voice echoing through your rapidly-fading consciousness! ”Quit scurrying around like a damned churchmouse! You’re an APEX-GODSDAMNED PREDATOR, KID! SHOW ‘EM YOUR FANGS!”

You’re in no state to argue anymore… not that you would. You trust RED about as far as you can throw him, but if you don’t do something soon you won’t be able to throw anything!

He’s right. Rezzie’s MIA, TT’s in danger, you’re lost in a maze of corridors and Cartel Goons, and any reinforcements are probably already preoccupied with that damned concert…

Vhale holds all the cards.

But you?

A magician always keeps a spare deck on hand…

“Look,”

“Don’t say it…” Grumbles the Skog guard as he quickly cuts off his associate, “Please…”

“I’m just sayin’,” Says his Mzz’goe’virr counterpart with growing apprehension, “I’d rather catch ‘em in the erm, ‘act’ an’ be wrong than ignore ‘em and find out somethin’ happened, y’know?”

“What could possibly ‘happen’?” Scoffs Guard #1! “He’s a Durher–old, new–those fuzzballs don’t croak easily, especially during a little, uh… y-y’know…”

“Right, right, forgot you’re the EXPERT…” His counterpart sighs.

“I AM, ya’ idjit. Been sharin’ a bed with one for years now, remember?”

“Right, right… how IS ole’ Biitna anyways?”

“Cute as a button, won’t stop dropping hints about kits…” The Skog groans, “Ever see a Skurer before, though? I don’t want ‘em to grow up getting bullied…”

“Hey,” Mutters the Mzz’goe’virr as his partner gives him six eyes-worth of warm looks, “When the weather gets rough, you look for a rock to cling to, right? YOU’RE gonna be their rock, Baz.”

The Skog tries not to grin. “Tch… s-since when did YOU get so good at fancy talk like that…”

>CONTD.
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>>6346087
“You pick up a thing here or there when you’re married for ten years,” He shrugs, “Which reminds me–when are ya’ gonna pop the question, hmm?”

The Skog shudders. “Oh, I dun-”

A thunderous CRACK rings into the hall as the door to the harem rockets off of its hinges and launches the sentries into the wall!

“H-hEY!” Sputters the Skog as his friend struggles to right himself, “What da’ HELLS-”

From the flame-soaked shadows of the harem comes a wave of blood-red flames that wash over the two like a tidal wave, searing the flesh from their bones and chitin in a fraction of a second! Sparing one last glance at the siblings as they watch you from the safety of the pool, you make them one last promise:

By dawn’s break they’ll all be WIDOWS.
https://youtu.be/uLP8rFrL1W0

You can already hear guards rushing to investigate your mischief… the question is, what’s next?
PASTEBIN UPDATED:https://pastebin.com/xdk5kHyA
>Let them come–you’ll thin their numbers here first and look for Vhale after!
>Depart–scour the rest of this floor for anything of use!
>Head upstairs–a blast of HELLFIRE oughta’ clear you a quick way up!
>Blast a way downstairs–if you can find the entrance you can carve a path out of the mansion!
>Call Vhale out! Get over here, coward!
>Write-In!
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>>6346090
>Torch the spicies one by one until they give you directions
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>>6346090
>Head upstairs–a blast of HELLFIRE oughta’ clear you a quick way up!
BURN.
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>>6346090
>Head upstairs–a blast of HELLFIRE oughta’ clear you a quick way up!
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>>6346091
>https://youtu.be/Y22-oxcBKOg
>>6346252
>>6346336
>GOIN UP
Writingggggggg
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Fire burns in your blood and flames rush to your fingers as you spread both arms wide at your sides–not waiting for reinforcements, you bathe the rest of the hallway in HELLFIRE before setting your sights skyward!

Motes fly from your fingers into the ceiling, and within seconds it all starts to crumble like the contents of a poorly-sealed burrito onto your head! You shrug off the flames, of course, but the startled Cartel Goons that rain down get the same treatment the ceiling did… and by the time you launch yourself through the hole with a HELLGEYSER the forces waiting for you above are dramatically diminished!

Your RESIST MAGIC AMULET violently trembles around your neck as the goons open fire–but even at the apex of your flight you manage to LIMBO through the cornucopia of magical attacks slowed by your jewelry!

“S-Shields!!” Sputters a Gnok as you catch a fresh bolt of lightning using your MAGIC SHIELD, “SET UP THE SHIELDS, NOW!!!”

Magic rattles your teeth as you sense a pair of enchanted barriers seal you inside your section of the hallway–the obstacles projected by two Durhers on each side! Sending a fresh shipment of HELLFIRE their way, a growl leaves your lips as both your FIREBALLS AND HELLGEYSER bounce right off and torch the floor instead!

“HOLD, YOU BASTARDS!” Barks the Gnok as the fuzzballs reward each other with a cheeky grin, “JUST KEEP ‘EM THERE AN-”

You don’t have time for this crap! Torching the wall next to you, you can’t help but smile as the fresh oxygen let in from outside adds new life to the flames eating away at Vhale’s manor! The Gnok’s eyes widen as he realizes your plan.

“F-FALL BA-”

A running start takes you out of the building–the brisk evening air granting your skin a welcome reprieve from the sweltering heat inside! Pressing both of your burning hands together, you wait for the perfect moment before launching yourself back towards the mansion–but you aren’t aiming for the hole in the wall!

Crashing back into the hallway bathed in fresh HELLFIRE, you spin like a top and bathe the Gnok, the Durhers, and the rest of their little entourage in blood-red flames!

”YEEEESSS, ANT!!!” RED cackles as you melt the mobsters into mulch, ”MORE! MOOOREE!!! GET ANGRIER, KID!!!”

A squad led by a Skog meets you just as you round the corner–but the panic in his eyes broadcasts his clumsy blade swing from a mile away! LIMBOING beneath it, you press both hands into his armored chest and channel your flames into the metal!

>CONTD.
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The rest of his squad watches in horror as their leader howls like a beast caught in a trap–his scales crackling and cooking beneath your assault! For a moment his eyes go blank–berserk, no doubt–but a geyser of liquid flames puts his anger to rest… permanently!

“R-r-r-r-r-r…” Sputters the squad’s Chytree as their Skog topples to the ground in a hissing, charbroiled mess, “R-RED COMET….

Oh right, they can see your flames… must be terrifying. Diving through the ensuing hail of Slinger Darts and Magic Wand fire, you let the squad join their leader by flooding the hallway with a HELLGEYSER!

”That’s… that’s it, pard… BARBECUE TONIGHT!” Croons the devil in your skull as you continue down the freshly-cooked hallway! ”Ohhh, Ant, don’t you see what you’ve been missing out on!? Look at what you’re CAPABLE of, son! Oh, if Liz could see this-”

You’re not listening, of course–you’ve still got a girl to save… two, maybe, if Rezzie got got. It’s hard to tell where you are when you come to a fork in the hall, doubly-so now that the mansion’s ablaze, but you notice some details:

To your LEFT the plush carpet is replaced by marble-like stone… your ears perk up at the sound of… gears? Steam? A GARAGE, maybe?

The path ahead offers you no such clues–you hear shouts, of course–screams for ‘Hydromancers’ and ‘Priests’, but aside from that the carpeting just continues onwards.

That said, you’re not really confined to hallways and doors anymore, are you?

Where to next?
>To the LEFT! A GARAGE sounds promising!
>Onwards! Keep carving through!
>To the ROOFTOP! You can melt the rest of the mansion from up there, right?
>DOWN a floor! You might be able to find something down there!
>Get some directions! You feel confident in your negotiation skills!
>Write-In!
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>>6346514
>Get some directions! You feel confident in your negotiation skills!
WHERE ARE THEY
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>>6346514
>Get some directions! You feel confident in your negotiation skills!
If Liz could see this, I don't think she'd be particularly happy.
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>>6346514
>Get some directions! You feel confident in your negotiation skills!
YOU GOT TEN SECONDS. TELL ME WHERE THEY ARE AT.
10. 9...
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>>6346515
>>6346541
>>6346544
>NEGOTIATE!
>Roll me 1d100+7 (+7 RED COMET, +3 Plenty of Goons, +2 Auspicious Beginnings, -5 Goons Not in a 'Talking Mood') to get some directions! Best of 3!
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Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>6346563
burn eet
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Rolled 66 + 7 (1d100 + 7)

>>6346563
8...7...6...
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>>6346565
>If our bonus was just one lower we could have gotten a 666
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Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>6346563
Last roll
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>>6346564
>>6346565
>>6346571
>HIGHEST ROLL: 73!
WritinngggGggGG!
>>6346568
I know what the heck
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You don’t have time to wander–good as it feels to unload on these Cartel creeps for once, you’ve got a deadline to stick to… and there’s no telling what Vhale will do if he feels cornered! Rushing down the corridor, your luck strikes true once again in the form of a single Mox no doubt separated from his squad! Eyes wide–wider than a Mox’ normally are, at least–he brings his wand to bear a bit too late… your hand reaches his chest first!

Here’s how it’s gonna go, you snarl as you cut of any would-be flankers by bathing the way you came in fresh HELLFIRE, he’s gonna answer your questions.

“A-a-and…” Sputters the stuttering squaddie, “A-and if I do, y-you’ll-”

We’ll see, you answer with a nonchalant shrug. Depends on how good his answers are! Leaning in close enough to feel the heat radiating off of his face–which, as it turns out, is surprisingly cold, must be a Mox thing–you give the goon an even colder staredown.

He doesn’t need you to explain what you’ll do if he tries anything silly, right?

“N-no, um… s-sir…”

Good. You’ll start with an easy one, you continue in a measured tone as your glowing hand continues to press into the Mox’s chest, Tzah-Tzie. Vhale. Where are they?!

“Th-that’s a g-good question!” Sputters the Spicy as his pupils wiggle with growing anxiety! “I-I mean… th-they’re in the HANGAR[/b! About to lea-”

His words catch in his mouth as you turn the heat up a bit on his chest–one more thing, you add as a grim expression slips onto your already-stony face: lying? It’s off-limits. Got that?

“R-right, that was… that was silly of me…” Your hostage replies with a nervous laugh! “I, uh… th-they’re in a s-saferoom! Past the BALLROOM, I think…”

And where, pray tell, is that? The Mox’s bulbous eyes flit behind him. “J-just dead-ahead… b-but the way’s blocked…”

By what?

“M-magic… Goons…” He shudders, pupils still wiggling in that uncanny fashion! “Th-they already c-caught the devil, s-so…”

Rezzie!? The prisoner yelps as the flames in your hand grow! How!? Where?!

“S-some kinda prayer trap!?” He whines! “Th-there was some Knodd Priestess Vhale had! Sh-she was sayin’ religious stuff! Th-that’s all I know, honest!”

So they’re planning a welcome party for you, hm? Well it’s better than stumbling through the darkness… but what now?
>Rolo and Sixface–where are they?
>Tell me about that Hangar!
>Where’s the priestess he mentioned?
>He’s been very helpful. (Let him go)
>Thanks! (Destroy him!)
>We’re not done yet. (Take him with you!)
>Write-In!
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>>6346601
>Where’s the priestess he mentioned?
>He’s been very helpful. (Let him go)
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>>6346601
>Where’s the priestess he mentioned?
Free Rezzie!
>We’re not done yet. (Take him with you!)
He's going to either be the only surviving spicy or die comically, let's find out whch.
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>>6346601
>Where’s the priestess he mentioned?
>We’re not done yet. (Take him with you!)
BEHAVE.
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>>6346601
>Where’s the priestess he mentioned?
>Tell me about that Hangar!
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>>6346605
>>6346608
>>6346630
>>6346808
THE TALLY:
>PRIESTESS!?! -- 4
>LET EM GO -- 1
>TAKE HIM -- 2
>HANGAR -- 1
Let's talk religion with our new hostage, questies! Writing! Sorry about the wait--had to do some errands yesterday
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You send a few more jets of HELLFIRE down the way you came just to be sure and are rewarded with a few scattered yelps for your efforts. The situation is more dire than you expected–’direr’?

Whatever. If what this Mox says is true, the Spicys captured Rezalith–difficult, sure, but not exactly unheard of… they managed to cuff her back during your raid on Rolo’s Casino in Gold Town–it’s only fair they’d find some way to manage it in their HQ too!

What really piques your curiosity, though, is this Priestess the Mox mentioned!

”Euch… Can’t STAND these ‘Holier-than-thou’ types…” RED grumbles in your skull. You can imagine why… which is exactly what drives your next question!

This Priestess, you begin as you press your palm harder against the Mox’s chest enough to feel his strong, steady heartbeat, where is she!? WHERE IS SHEEEE!!?

“AAUGH!” Cries your captive, pupils trembling like… well, you’re not sure, to be honest! “I… I don’t know!”

Your hand heats up as you cock your head to the side. Is… is he SURE about that?

The prisoner’s eyes bore into yours for a moment as their owner plans out the response most likely to keep them alive for the foreseeable future. “... I really don’t! The bigwigs don’t tell us grunts much… it was a secret, y’know? A surprise In case you swung by… But maybe they’re with The Boss? O-Or by the Hangar ready ta’ leave? O-OR THE CHAPEL! I… I think I heard ‘em singin’ through the Speakstones around the manor so they could be anywhere…”

Part of you doesn’t believe this guy, but the other, bigger part does–nothing about this Mox strikes you as extraordinary in any way–but if you could track down Sixface or Rolo, well…

The corridor behind you creaks and groans as your flames spread through the supporting walls! Not to be outdone, however, you hear the sound of more guards rushing to intercept you from behind! Giving your captive a resolute shove, you snarl as he shoots you a despondent glance!

“A-aren’t… aren’t ya gonna-”

Kill him? Not yet! He’s coming with you for now…

You didn’t know a Mox’s eyes could widen any further than their usual state, but he manages it! “T-t-t-to WHERE!?

Where indeed? Maybe he could show you some shortcuts…
>The BALLROOM! Vhale’s waiting, probably!
>The HANGAR! Could be useful for a swift getaway!
>The CHAPEL! If you were a Priestess, that’s where you’d be!
>An EXIT! Maybe you can flag down some damn Teksouls!
>Write-In!
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>>6346914
>The CHAPEL! If you were a Priestess, that’s where you’d be!
He's not gonna do anything to TT when it's the only thing keeping him safe. He must have realized by now he's lost his protection.
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>>6346914
>The CHAPEL! If you were a Priestess, that’s where you’d be!
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>>6346915
>>6346984
>ANTON FINALLY GOES TO CHURCH
It's about time, too! Writing!
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To the CHAPEL, of course! You’re not too keen on how a place of worship will affect your DEMONIC POWERS, but if a priestess is gonna be anywhere in a crime lord’s mansion, it’ll be there!

… You think so, at least! You wouldn’t even know where to start if you found her in Vhale’s bedroom or something… Repeating your instructions to your hostage, you spin them around and give them a slap on the back for good measure! Chop chop–time’s a-wastin’!

“B-but… but what about the others-”

You’ll deal with them, you grunt as you give the Mox another shove! Can he limbo?

“...W-wha?”

Good enough. Fortunately for you, the chaos you’ve caused acts as quite a smokescreen for your journey across the manor–good thing, too, because amidst the nigh-constant sound of heavy bootsteps above and below you and the crunch and crackle of crumbling architecture, you probably never would’ve found the Chapel!

You find it, alright–two massive double-doors that send a painful tingle through your fingers and all the way up your arm the minute you reach out to touch them!

“W-well,” Stammers your guide, “Th-this is it…”

Swell. Pressing your ear against the monument to opulence doesn’t provide you with much info save for a sore ear–no doubt about it, you think as you take a step back from the entrance, this room’s gonna weaken you–you just hope your enemies don’t capitalize on it!

Is this the only way in, you ask as you take a few steps away from the entrance.

“I… I think so…” The Mox blinks as they ponder your question. “Th-though I think there’s a flue to filter out the smoke from offerings…”

Not ideal, especially when you have a hostage… but if the Priestess really is in here then dealing with her might help Rezalith… maybe. You’re not exactly sure how those Speakerstones scattered around the mansion work–they can record stuff too, right?

The prisoner looks antsy as you walk through your options inside your head… what’s the plan?
>BUST IN!
>Lead with your prisoner–anyone inside wants to attack? They’ll have to deal with you!
>Blast through the wall like you did in that hallway earlier!
>Leave–you’ll be weakened in here and you can probably deal with the Speakerstones another way…
>Hunt down that flue and make like Santa Claus!
>BIISII’S BAG!
>Ventriloquism–see if you can speak to someone!
>Write-In!
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>>6347023
>Ventriloquism–see if you can speak to someone!
Good ol' ventriloquism
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>>6347023
>Ventriloquism–see if you can speak to someone!
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>>6347023
>Ventriloquism–see if you can speak to someone!
hohoho im a funny guy please let me talk to you
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>>6347025
>>6347143
>>6347144
>WHO SAID THAT?
The ole' reliable, huh? LET'S ROLL FOR IT
>Roll me 1d100-8 (+3 All the World's A Stage, +2 Illusionist Initiate, -4 Thick Chapel Doors, -7 Spicy HQ (RED ALERT), -2 What's In There?) to... wait a minute--who SAID that? Best of 3, result'll be written midday on Monday!
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Rolled 51 - 8 (1d100 - 8)

>>6347169
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Rolled 75 - 8 (1d100 - 8)

>>6347169
Oof. Bad odds here but you know what?
I, ICO, WILL BET MY LIFE ON SUCCEEDING THIS CHECK. ONE OF US WILL SUCCEED
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>>6347172
That's not allowed you already died I can't keep killing you...

or CAN I
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>>6347173
>That's not allowed you already died I can't keep killing you...
I MUST KEEP DYING
I'M A ZOMBIE, LIKE THE SIMPSONS
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Rolled 66 - 8 (1d100 - 8)

>>6347169
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>>6347171
>>6347172
>>6347176
>HIGHEST ROLL: 67!
Writing! Should be up a little later, cheese forgive me
>>6347174
https://youtu.be/tddt5np-KiA
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It’s a long shot, especially when you’re actively being hunted by Cartel Goons, but something prompts you to err on the side of caution with this ‘Chapel’... call it instinct!

Wait… what if it’s not instinct? What if…

… What if you actually have SUPER POWERS now!?

Nah, it’s probably instinct. Anyways, much to your hostage’s confusion, you forgo the tried-and-true act of ‘opening a door’ in favor of your own solution…

hey lookit me im outside the door anyone wanna talk to me cmon

“Wh-woah!” Sputters the Mox, “Th-they said you had powers, but…”

SSHHHT! You’re just about to repeat your words when you hear a response–faint and muffled by the thickness of the doors, but a response nonetheless!

... Hello?

Crud, you didn’t plan this far ahead! The voice you hear doesn’t sound familiar–that much is certain–but soft as it may be, can you really tell if it belongs to a priestess or not? Heck, would a priestess doing stuff for Vhale sound eviler?

This is hard…

Is… is someone out there?

Your mind enters freefall as you weigh your options–is she a prisoner, or is she willing? Are there others in the room quietly waiting to ambush you? The Mox mentioned Speakstones–even if you DID mess with the Priestess, couldn’t they just keep going with a recording or something?

”I dunno, kid…” RED mutters with uncharacteristic apprehension in his disembodied tone, ”Call me paranoid, but this smells seven kindsa funny to me…”

You hate to side with RED on most things, but he’s right–something tells you this might not go well if you aren’t cautious…

Your prisoner seems to be growing more anxious by the moment… are… are they okay?

What do?
>BUST IN!
>Lead with your prisoner–anyone inside wants to attack? They’ll have to deal with you!
>Blast through the wall like you did in that hallway earlier!
>Leave–you’ll be weakened in here and you can probably deal with the Speakerstones another way…
>Abandon the act: you’re not with the Cartel–who is she?
>Hunt down that flue and make like Santa Claus!
>BIISII’S BAG!
>Ventriloquism–try to lure someone out!
>Write-In!
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>>6347333
>Ventriloquism–try to lure someone out!
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>>6347333
>>Ventriloquism–try to lure someone out!
hey lookit me im a friend anyone wanna come out cmon
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>>6347368
Kek, +1. Plus, if they AREN'T friendly, at least they may waste their first volley on our thrown voice and give away their location and capabilities.

>>6347333
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>>6347337
>>6347368
>>6347381
>MORE VENTRILOQUISM!
Awesome! Writing--don't gotta roll for this one!
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However RED feels about the situation, nothing changes the fact that you’d rather not charge into the Chapel, even with a hostage! You know better than to assume these greaseballs won’t blast through each other, and those WANDS they use are unpredictable enough as-is!

Adjusting your palm on your prisoner’s chest, you lean in once more to see if you can’t reel in the Priestess from her holy haunt… that or any goons that are hiding in the room with her! Clearing your throat and stiffening your lips for your second ‘act’, you get a little closer to the door and–

That’s when it hits you–well, two things, actually–the first is your prisoner’s behavior: did… do Mox eyes look like that? And that pupil-trembling… you coulda’ swore you saw that happen to someone el–

CRASH!

Oh right, the second thing: it’s hard to place what smacks you in the small of your back–lithe like a snake, barbed like a tarantula’s leg, and thick enough to serve you through the Chapel doors like a tennis ball–but whatever it is definitely came from…

Well, hold on a second–it’ll make sense once you stop tumbling! Launched into the room like a pea off of a spoon, your skin is immediately beset by what feels like the worst sunburn you’ve ever felt in your life–a heat so persistent it burns the rage right out of you… AND all of the flames in your fists!

The owner of the quiet voice you heard before yelps in shock, prompting you to shift your dazed, dry eyes in her direction. Even with the Chapel’s power wringing every drop of moisture from your eyes, you can just barely make out her features:

Two orange eyes–small, but widened from fresh panic–and their owner? Tall enough to be a Molegg… or something similar!

Speaking of eyes, however, she isn’t alone–gliding over to regard your form are two other sets of peepers–six in one, four in the other… and it doesn’t take long for you to deduce who they belong to!

Rolo’s assassin floozies… BEAVIS AND MITZI!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j52_r_1Rmy8
“Tch… BIITA AND VIITZI, squishskin…” Snarls the missing-eyed Mzz’goe’virr in a deep, alto voice.

“She’s BIITA…” Purrs the other with a Cheshire grin slipping onto her grim face, “And I’M VIITZI...”

Charmed, you grunt through clenched teeth as the Chapel continues to sting your skin! Who’s their friend, huh?

“That,” Begins a familiar sultry voice from behind you, “Is our Priestess.”

A wave of nausea hits you like a bus as you spin to face the newcomer–only for your blurry eyes to fall upon your Mox prisoner! It’s… it’s her, isn’t it, you mutter as Rolo’s galpals circle you like hawks, S-Sixf-

>CONTD.
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SIXFACE?” Snorts your human shield as her eyes flit skyward with a ‘devil-may-care’ giggle, “It’s a moniker, but it does the job, as you can plainly see.” Cocking her head to the side from just outside the Chapel, the Capo studies you for a moment with a sigh. “What did I say about using the same trick, Anton? Speaking as a member of the fairer sex when needed? We get bored of the same old thing…”

Duly noted, you spit! It doesn’t reach her.

“It was a good attempt, for what it’s worth,” She shrugs, barely holding back snicker as you try and fail to conjure fresh flames, “But you’re not the first one to spit in the Cartel’s face… and you certainly won’t be the last.”

“He belongs to US, facechanger…” Hisses Biita as she scrapes an unseen blade along a stony pew at your side, “Rolo promised…”

OURS…” Viitzi adds as she coats a blade of her own in acrid-smelling saliva. “AND the Priestess!”

“‘Rolo promised, Rolo promised’...” Mocks the Shapechanger, “Unfinished business, ey? Well as luck would have it I have a date with our OTHER intruder–not every day do I get the chance to study a DEMON, do I?”

REZZIE… So she WAS somewhere else! Sensing your alarm, Sixface uses the opportunity to turn her Mox eyes over to the Molegg in the corner. “Bang-up job on those recordings, Lady Iisva. Never was too religious, me, but I can see the appeal!”

The shapechanger tosses a BELL at you to demonstrate–you LIMBO, but it still smacks your knee! Hey, free money!

“So,” She sighs as you’re corralled away from the entrance by Rolo’s Assassiblings, “Any last messages you’d like me to pass along to The Boss or anyone? ‘You won’t get away with this’ is rather popular!”

She rubs her broad Mox chin in mock contemplation. “... Or maybe some sweet nothings for your fiendish friend? I wouldn’t bother with Ruusdi. You saw that sister of hers earlier–they aren’t really ‘there’ once The Boss breaks them in… ooh, and he might have already started! Virile little thing, that Boss! Trust me, I’d know~”

Looks like Sixface is planning on throwing you to the wolves… or the Mzz’goe’virr in this case. Probably for the best–you don’t favor your chances in a Three-On-One, especially when your powers are drained by some dumb GOD...

What ask/do?
PASTEBIN LINK:https://pastebin.com/xdk5kHyA
>Why does she even work for Vhale?
>What is she planning with Rezzie?
>Rolo–where’s he during all this?
>So they recorded the Priestess, huh?
>Too scared to face me, are we?
>You'll see her and her boss soon, don't worry!
>Wait... let's make a deal!
>BLASTCAPS AWAY!
>BIISII’S BAG!
>Strike first–Throwing Knives at Sixface!
>Sneak attack the Twins with your POISONED BLADE!
>Write-In!
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>>6347453
Powers drained by a deity, you say? Well, we have a holy power of our own...
BIISII’S BAG!
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>>6347453
>BIISII’S BAG!
When they seem to be able to predict our every move, make a move even we can't predict!
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>>6347453
>"HEY, GUESS WHAT'S IN THIS, CHUCKLEFUCKS"
>BIISII’S BAG!
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>>6347453
>BIISII’S BAG!
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>>6347455
>>6347459
>>6347477
>>6347541
THE BAAAAAAAGGGG
Welp hope you don't roll something that gets your ass killed!
>Roll me 1d100 (JUST ONE!) to see what goodies you whip up!
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Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>6347638
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>>6347641
That shall do. Writing eventually!
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They’ve got you right where they want you, it would seem… well, almost all of you! Making a show of pondering Sixface’s offer, your hand silently slips into your robe’s pocket like a snake stalking a gopher!

“At a loss for words, are we?” Chides the shapechanger with a dismissive shake of her Mox head, “Tell you what: you can share them with those lovely ladies orbiting you… if you’re not too busy whimpering and screaming, that is.”

“Aye,” Nods the Green-eyed Mzz’goe’virr with a menacing grin, “We’ll pass ‘em on…”
“Every little peep!” Giggles her sister as she prods your side with her blade!

You don’t react, of course–you’re too busy finding the rim of that magic item you pilfered from Trimbault! All of that sleight-of-hand practice in your magician days seems to have paid off, too–by the time your hand plunges into the bag your captors are none the wiser!

There is… one thing, you begin in a low, methodical tone. And you want to share it with them AND The Big Cheese…

Your captors shoot each other a sidelong glance. Lotsa eyes!
“... What’s a ‘Big Cheese’?”
“Rolo’s pretty big…”

“Oh?” Croons Sixface as she lingers in the doorway with a wry grin, “And what might that be, dear?”

Errr, hold on a sec, you stammer as your hand breaks free of something sticky deep within the bag’s depths, it’s, uh…

The Mox’s brow furrows. “Oi. Check his hands, you morons.”

No time to waste! Feeling your fingers close around something slimy and serpentine, you yank your prize free from your pocket and raise it aloft as it shrieks and squirms like a newborn lamprey!

GUESS WHAT THIS IS, CHUCKLEFUCKS!

“What the HELLS!?” Sputters Biita!
“That’s what I was gonna say!” Viitzi shouts!
“Earthmother’s Tears…” Mutters the Molegg Priestess as she backs into the corner!

“Right, have fun with that.” Not waiting to see what brand of chaos you’re about to unleash, Sixface slams the Chapel doors shut just as you feel your prize leap from your hand like a slime-coated hamster!

>Roll me 1d100-4 (+2 Fleet Footwork, +2 LIMBOOO, +2 Element Of Surprise, -7 Holy Ground, -3 Trained Killers) to avoid whatever this thing’s doing! Best of 3!
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Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>6347732
GIT'EM
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>>6347735
Oof, that could have been a lot worse.
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Rolled 76 - 4 (1d100 - 4)

>>6347732
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>>6347732
GOD I WANT MY CAT WIFE
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Rolled 5 - 4 (1d100 - 4)

>>6347766
I want her so bad, I forgot to roll.
Total Spicy Death. BIISII victory.
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>>6347767
jesus h christ thank god that's not a nat 1. and that ADE rolled an actual success for us.
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>>6347735
>>6347738
>>6347767
>HIGHEST ROLL: 72!
Oh shit here it comes writing
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You know better than to stick around for the fireworks–this bag turned your legs into rubber and summoned a critter that flipped the area’s gravity on-end–lord knows what it’ll do this time!

Paranoia pays off–sorta. With your would-be assassins struck off-guard by the wailing wormthing, you take the opportunity to dive across the room like an Anton-sized sugar glider! The bad news is that your flying leap grants you a one-way ticket to the ever-popular ‘Stone Pew Landing’, famous for really leaving an impression on visitor’s faces!

The good news, however, is that as you try not to cry in response to the fresh pain coating your face your opponents are too busy avoiding your summoned beastie to murder you!

“What… what the HELLS is this thing!?” Sputters Biita as she frantically swipes at the aggressive annelid as it leaps through the air!
“Don’t let it land in your hair, sis!”

Your eyes jump from the Twins over to the Priestess in the corner–the Molegg girl’s eyes widened by a mixture of fear, panic, and total confusion!

Before you can scamper to your feet, your ears tingle as an uncanny rattling reaches them…

“W-whatsit doing!?” Viitzi whines as Biita adopts a defensive pose in front of her!

They don’t have to wait long for a response–a deafening shriek fills the air as the back end of the Chapel is engulfed in…

Well, if you didn’t know any better you’d say it sounded like a bubble filled with packing peanuts! And the twins? They just stand frozen in place–eyes open and mouths agape, sure, but if you didn’t know any better you’d think they were FROZEN!

Frozen in time!

The sensation starts to fade as swiftly as it came, however, and as you feel the bubble crumble you realize you’ve been bought a few more moments! The question is… how do you use them!?

CHOOSE ONE
>Bust down the Chapel doors and get after Sixface!
>Grab the Priestess and get outta there!
>Attack the twins while they’re frozen!
>Take out the Priestess while she’s distracted!
>Search for the worm thing!
>Write-In!
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Wait, wasn't the priestess a recording? I dungedddit.
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>>6347810
They recorded her voice in Speakerstones apparently, but the voice had to come from somewhere! You get the feeling she didn't really have a choice, especially with how the Twins are talking about dealing with you and her in the same sentences..

What does that mean? Means there's most-likely some more Speakerstones strewn about the mansion... and they've got some Priestessy Preaching recorded to boot...
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>>6347813
I see. I assume taking her would allow us to do something about it, then
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>>6347816
At the very least you get the feeling she didn't do it willingly if that helps at all
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>>6347808
>Grab the Priestess and get outta there!
Well, we gotta pick something.
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>>6347808
>Grab the Priestess and get outta there!
"Look, I know I came in a little hot with the hellfire, but you can't seriously be cool with the Spicies, can you? I know a templar HUNK who'd never approve of this operation!"
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>>6347808
>Grab the Priestess and get outta there!
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>>6347808
>Grab the Priestess and get outta there!
Too useful to give up, after all.
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>>6347853
>>6347959
>>6348030
>PRIESTESS TO GO!
Questies, I'm not gonna lie: I got like ZERO sleep last night so expect some major delays and even shittier writing than usual. Thou hast been warnt
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You know better than to assume Sixface’ll wait patiently for you to deal with The Twins, but this Chapel isn’t really doing you any favors… which means it’s time to wrap up the service for today!

As if on cue, a shrill, baleful cry fills the room as whatever foul beastie you pilfered from your pockets slithers down the central aisle and goes deathly silent! An uncanny frothing sound replaces the worm’s wails as the Mzz’goe’virr Gals ‘thaw’ in slow-motion–their shouts rendered unintelligible by their cartoonishly-deep tones and glacial cadence!

That thing… did it freeze them in time?

You’ll worry about it later! Rushing over to the panicked Priestess’ side, you reach out and grab a handful of her gossamer robes, much to her shock and bewilderment! Not keen on getting clocked by a Molegg, you promptly placate her with a handful of words:

‘Come with me if you don’t wanna die!’

The look in her orange, glowing eyes and the curt nod she gives you tells you her god hasn’t imparted any better ideas. Good thing, too–you wouldn’t know where to start if she forced you to carry her out or something!

Your flesh and eyes still sting as you bodyslam the exit and subsequently bounce off of the doors like a Ping Pong Ball!

“Th-they must’ve sealed them with magic…” Mutters the Priestess as the telltale tingle of arcane power tickles your teeth! Figures, you answer with a derisive scoff–guess you’ll just have to say the magic words, then!

OPEN SESAME!

The words scarcely leave your lips before the colossal double doors swing open and–

Yea, sorry, that doesn’t actually happen. Well, you saying the words does, but… you get it. Mind burning beneath the unyielding heat of whatever god is picking on you, you almost forget the spell you picked up earlier:

DISPEL MAGIC!

It isn’t easy with your trembling hands and the divine punishment currently searing your skin like a steak, but through some miracle you manage to shoot a wave of magic from your hands that isn’t HELLFIRE for once! Fizzling and crackling as it encounters the doors, your efforts are swiftly paid in full when the Chapel doors creak open back into the mansion!

A sweltering breeze greets your face as you depart, no doubt from the HELLFIRE still eating through Vhale’s house–uncomfortable though it may be, you’ll take this over divine heat any day!

Speaking of, the minute you depart from the Church you feel flames rush to your fingertips once again! Slamming the doors shut behind you, you step between them and the Priestess before bathing the exit in a fresh serving of HELLFIRE!

“Earthmother’s Tears…”

Damn right! Leading your new prisoner down the hall, the two of you come to a stop in what you hope is a safe spot… at least for the moment!

>CONTD.
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>>6348150
Okay, you huff as you take the first deep breath for what feels like ages, you know this looks bad, but–

“You… you wield the power of a DEMON…” Mutters the Molegg as she maintains her distance from you with a wary glimmer in her eyes, “... Yet you aren’t one…”

It’s… it’s a long story, you shrug, still panting like a dog as you hear a squad of Spicys rush past you just down the hall! But the important thing is that you’re not a bad guy here–you’re just looking for your friends!

Even amidst the chaos, Priestess Iisva studies your features with practiced calmness in her gaze. “You… have my thanks, Half-Fiend. Even with the Earthmother’s graces I shudder to ponder my fate had you not arrived when you did…”

Well it wasn’t purely altruistic… they got her to record something, didn’t they? The Cartel?

“Y-yes…” The Molegg nods, voice still soft despite the bedlam surrounding you, “I was instructed to chant the invocations of the Earthmother–wardings, to be precise.” She pauses as if she’d just bit into some gristle. “But prayers to Knodd are meant to be sung–to be shared with exuberance and in person… not through some vile contraption.”

You’re guessing the Cartel didn’t agree, right?

“They did not…” She sighs as her glowing eyes dart down the hallway. “I was only told I would be assisting in the exorcism of a demon–and when I voiced my concerns about the Speakerstones, well…” Her broad shoulders grind a bit as her form seems to shrink. “I apologize if my actions have harmed you… The Earthmother’s teachings are absolute: no one is above her aid!”

She can aid you then: these Speakerstones–any clue where they might’ve put them? The Molegg weakly shrugs once more. “I was… not informed, no…”

But they can be destroyed, right? Another shrug. “I am… uninitiated in such things…”

Clearly. Well, ignorant or not, she hasn’t tried to vaporize you yet with her god powers–maybe Knodd followers are just more chill than Mitaar’s? In any case, you’re free from Church and Sixface and the others have a huge lead on you… better get your next move going before you’re bushwhacked again!

What do?
>Ask her about Knodd!
>Ask her for some divine aid or something!
>Ask about Sixface!
>Ask for directions! You have an idea of where to go, but…
>Ask her to find some Teksouls!
>Ask her to help TT’s siblings!
>Take her with you!
>Leave her here for now!
>Write-In!
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>>6348151
>Ask for directions! You have an idea of where to go, but…
>Ask her to find some Teksouls!
She can go and start the attack while we go try to find Rezzie.
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>>6348153
+1. If Trier doesn't make good on the bargain, then our deal is off!

>>6348151
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>>6348153
>>6348172
>DIRECTIONS!
>CALL THE CAVALRY!
Writing~
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You’re glad you don’t have to pummel a Priestess–not that you’re confident in your ability to throw hands against a Molegg–but the clock’s still ticking… and the mansion’s still burning!

Look, you sigh, this is about to get a lot uglier–but does she have any idea where another devil might be? They probably came in around the time you di-

The Priestesses’ eyes close in intense concentration as she retrieves some sort of gizmo from her voluminous robes! A dull clunk like a wooden windchime rattles around the hallway for a bit as she pauses every few moments to listen.

“... I sense it…” Mutters the Molegg, face still scrunched up in thought, “... It’s… it’s moving, though…”

To where?! C-can she pinpoint-

The Priestesses’ eyes open wide tinted with fresh confusion. “... The Center… Th-the Lobby, I believe…”

As if on cue, a familiar female voice rings out across the mansion’s intercom system–speakerstones, you think.

COME OUT, COME OUT, WHEREVER YOU ARE~” Chirps Sixface’s crackly voice, “THE FINAL ROUND’S ABOUT TO START, DEAR ANTON!

Another ‘round’... swell. No doubt some other twisted game… As you prepare to depart, you turn to Iisva with some fresh instructions!

You’ll deal with the Cartel, you begin, but she needs to get out and find some Teksouls-

The Molegg can’t help but be somewhat taken aback. “Th-the constructs!?”

Yea, you nod, you uh… they kinda owe you, but that’s not important right now! Flag one down and tell them Anton needs his friends protected at The Nessurmos Manor… oh, and if they don’t hurry up?

The Molegg leans in a little closer. “Y-yes?”

Then the deal is OFF! They’ll know what you mean! Does she understand? Rather than give you an answer, the Priestess retrieves something from her pockets and holds it out to you. A rock, you realize as you give it a test prod–one that makes your skin sting not unlike the inside of that Chapel!

“I…” She stammers as the offering trembles in her outstretched claw, “I don’t really understand who or what you are, but if you intent to face these rogues, well… maybe KNODD can guide you.”

”Oh boy, ANOTHER godsdamned trinket…” RED grumbles as you examine the Priestesses’ gift. ”We already have that dang Amulet of Mitaar–do you really want another divine paperweight jingling around in your britches? Knowing these control freaks they’ll just use it ta’ track ya’ or send DIVINE WAVES in through your skin or something…”

There’s no time to debate–the mansion’s still burning and you haven’t a clue how Rezzie’s doing, let alone Tzah-Tzie!

What do?
>TAKE THE BOON
>REFUSE THE BOON

And how do you approach Sixface in the Lobby?
>SNEAK AND OBSERVE!
>BUST IN! SURPRISE!
>JUST ENTER NORMALLY!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>6348283
>TAKE THE BOON
We'll take anything.

As for the Lobby, I have an idea...
>Try to make it look like you're trying to sneak in
>Proceed to just fucking nuke the whole thing in Hellfire
Rez is resistant so it's fine.
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>>6348283
>TAKE THE BOON
>BUST IN! SURPRISE!
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>>6348283
>TAKE THE BOON
That Red is skeptical makes me less so. Fuck you, soul-eater.

>JUST ENTER NORMALLY!
S/he's already there, and knows we're coming.

>>6348285
>Rez is resistant so it's fine.
TT ain't.
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>>6348283
>TAKE THE BOON
TRUST IN THE PLAN, RED-KUN.

>JUST ENTER NORMALLY!
ANTARD: THE BORING. COMING OUT ON STEAM IN APRIL 2 2111.
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>>6348395
TT isn't in the lobby though, that's Sixface. Vhale is in his safe house.
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>>6348285
>>6348366
>>6348395
>>6348399
THE TALLY:
>BOON: 4!
>NO BOON: 0!

>SNEAK N NUKE: 1
>SURPRISSEEEEE: 1
>CONFRONT NORMALLY: 2!

Ooh, genius move... or a foolish one? We'll see! Writing!

>>6348477
To clarify he's probably still in that room near the Ballroom just in case anyone misinterprets as him not being here
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You take the Molegg’s token with a smile and a thanks–it stings a bit as you carefully stow it away in your pockets, but it’s a small price to pay for having another god watching your back… if they even exist, that is!

”Great, swell, collect ‘em all, what’s the harm?” RED scoffs as the Priestess’ face lights up with relief! ”Say, maybe if you collect them all you’ll end up with no powers at all! Ever think of that, Tex?”

You didn’t, but you don’t usually dwell too much on what RED says. Satisfied with your gift, you leave Priestess Iisva by asking if she knows the way out!

“I appreciate your concern,” She mutters as her eyes trace the floor, “But worry not–the Earthmother will guide me true…” Her purple-tinted eyes flick over to yours for the briefest of moments. “... As she will guide you. May you tread warm Earth, Half-Fiend… and know that even in quieter times The Gods have not abandoned us… or you.”

”Well I dunno about you, pard, but THAT really puts my mind at ease!” Scoffs the demon in your head! ”They haven’t abandoned you! They’re just on a Smoke Break! Look at the bang-up job they’ve done in this plane!”

SOMEone’s touchy! Before you can respond, the Molegg disappears in a crackle of magic leaving only the scent of freshly-cut grass in her wake! Man, if you could manage that…

Right, Sixface. Carefully adjusting your robes, you head in the direction of the LOBBY with fresh determination in your stride–Sixface has another game to play, you reason as fire wells back up in your fingers, and you’re gonna make sure it’s the last round!

Dramatically kicking open the double doors leading to the lobby, you’re met with a dire tableau of Cartel Goons–some big, some small, and all of them packing wands and weapons, if you had to guess! Not to be outdone, standing atop a mezzanine overlooking the Lobby is a familiar blue-eyed and VERY smug-looking Durher… and at her sides?

On one end kneels Rezalith angrily rattling a pair of faintly-glowing cuffs around her wrists! As her gaze meets yours, the girl glances away with a derisive groan–but you get the feeling it’s directed at herself. It doesn’t take long for you to recall the last time something like this happened: Rolo’s Casino. Those cuffs inhibit magic!

Opposite Rezzie stands a group of nigh-catatonic, albeit still familiar faces: Tzah-Tzie’s siblings. Both groups lie surrounded by Cartel Mooks, and judging by the manic look in their collective eyes you get the feeling they’re just waiting for you to give them an excuse!

“There’s our golden boy!” Sixface sneers as she paces the mezzanine with uncanny grace in her step, “And he didn’t even try to skulk in this time! Don’t tell me my earlier remarks made you all self-cwonshwiss!

>CONTD.
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>>6348548
Step aside, Six, you retort as you take a few more strides towards what you assume is the ramp leading up, you wanna talk to her boss! Your quip earns a cheeky cackle out of the catthing!

“Out of the question, I’m afraid,” She shrugs as a few snickers rise from the pack of mobsters, “His schedule’s packed for the rest of the evening, you see…” Raising an eyebrow your way, the Capo’s smug grin takes a turn for the wry.

“What a shame–if you’d gotten here earlier you might’ve gotten an appointment. What happened? Get lost?”

N-no, you retort, opting not to let slip how you dramatically kicked open seven or eight doors before finding the ones leading into the lobby, you just thought you’d give her time… to run, that is!

“Well drat!” She sighs as she sends a sidelong glance to her subordinates, “Suppose we missed our chance, didn’t we, lads?”

The goons answer her with a rousing roar of cheers and jeers–it’s clear who the popular one is here, and it ain’t you… High School all over again…

“So!” Sixface chirps as she takes a seat on an unseen railing, “Ready for another game, Anton? I guarantee it’s not like the last one–completely above-board, y’know.”

Do you have a choice? Another round of laughs echoes across the lobby.

“We always have a choice…” She shrugs. “It just isn’t always to our liking.” Clearing her throat with a delicate cough, the Durher’s posture straightens as she delivers her schpiel!

“Speaking of choices, let me introduce you to our lovely, LOVELY contestants here with us today: Hailing from the Hells and serial scorcher of OH-so-many of our coworkers… give it up forrrrr: REZALITH!

To their credit, the mooks really get into the cheering and applause–so much so that Rezzie actually seems to enjoy it, if only for a brief moment!

“And on my left… They're cute! They’re cuddly! And oh-so-snuggly! Miidii! Feesni! Deeli! Musni and many more where that came from: put your claws together for The Boss’s Brides!!!”

Whistles. Jeers. An overbearing sensation of grease and grift… feels like you’re at a strip club held at gunpoint! N-not that you’ve ever frequented one, that is!

“The rules are simple:” Sixface continues as the cheers die down, “We’re gonna have a scrap, y’see?”

Gosh, you groan, that’s a new one.

“Don’t get cheeky now…” She warns. “Pick a group and they go free.”

You’ve only dealt with this bitch for a few threads, but you know her well enough to see a catch a mile away! Okay, you frown, but…?

“So PERCEPTIVE!” Snickers Sixface as she adjusts her seating! “In order to gain your choice’s freedom, you’ll have to KILL the group you DIDN’T choose!”

>CONTD.
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>>6348549
Ah. You knew it–you just knew it. And if you refuse?

“Well me and the lads here are all about fairness–part of the company motto, probably!” Turning to her subordinates with mock confusion on her face, Sixface is answered by a round of affirmatives! “So if you try to STALL, SLIP AWAY, or RUIN OUR LITTLE GAME, we’ll kill EVERYONE! Simple enough, right?”

And she calls this a choice? If you took on The Brides-

“Interesting choice!” The shapechanger interjects! “You’re willing to kill these fun little fuzzballs for your demon dame, hmm?”

You didn’t make a choice yet! You were saying that they’re borderline catatonic–how’s that supposed to be a fair fight? Making a show of faux-pondering your question, the doppelganger snaps her claw as she comes to a conclusion!

“Golly, why didn’t I think of that!? Oh right, I did! Cuuzmo, mind juicing them up for me, love?”

A Mzz’goe’virr mage approaches the brides and mutters a few quiet incantations… the words scarcely leave his toothy maw before the brides EXPLODE into a feral fury, hissing, nipping, and snarling as the Cartel goons struggle to keep them contained with their swords and sorcery!

“How’s that? Even?” Sixface asks with a smirk! “Oh, and let’s get the recordings going too–gotta keep things fair if he goes up against the hellspawn…”

A faint crackle from several speakstones in the ceiling above you heralds the beginning of a quiet, haunting chant… one that puts you at ease, somewhat, but also sends an uncanny burning sensation through your muscles and mind–the flames in your palms go out as Rezalith squirms and groans above!

“Those demonic powers of yours are nasty, there’s no denying it,” The doppelganger sighs as the Molegg chants send you stumbling to your knees, “But they don’t make for good sport, do they? Now then… CHOOSE. Oh, and keep your paws out of your pockets, if you please. You’ll get a weapon when you make your choice, pup.”

Making yet another lame, contrived choice… why does it feel like that’s all you do here in Zoral? Once again the shapechanger has you right where she wants you… and those recorded chants aren’t doing you any favors! The odds are against you, sure, but if you can somehow manage to hold out until Trier’s favor pays off…

WHO SHALL BE YOUR OPPONENT?
>Rezzie (Weakened)
>Durher Brides (Feral)
>I challenge YOU, SIXFACE!
>W-wait a second! You wanna talk first!
>No one! Screw your games!
>Write-In!
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>>6348551
>Rezzie (Weakened)
I'm sure we can think of a way to trick those idiots with our good girl Rezzie.
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But wait, how do we know they won't just kill the other ones once we do it?

I mean, we're not gonna actually kill them, but still...
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>>6348477
Well I'm glad we didn't immolate all her sisters, nevertheless.

>>6348552
+1, let's use the power of PERFORMANCE to fake her death, then spring a trap... or something? That's the best I got.
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>>6348566
Based on what little interactions you've had with Sixface so far, you're a bit hesitant to assume she's gonna play fair and/or uphold her bargain.

The good news is that Priestess Iisva doesn't seem to have been captured... and you know that even in the Manor District Teksouls are never far away...

They don't seem to mind Chants to Knodd, either, so if you can hold out until they arrive, well...
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>>6348570
Alrighty, then.

>>6348551
>Rezzie (Weakened)
Let's put on a SHOW for them. Make it seem like we really are fighting to the death.
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>>6348552
>>6348572
>>6348567
>REZ-REZ
Can our hero take the heat put out by the feisty fiend? Will we reach Tzah-Tzie in Tzah-Time!? Will Rolo and Sixface get their just desserts!? Will the writing ever improve!?!

Some of these answers will be revealed... AFTER THIS DICE ROLL!

>Roll me 1d100-3 (+2 Fleet Footwork, +3 All The World's a Stage, +3 Magic Shield, -5 Demonic Rage, -3 Worn Out From Divine Intervention, -3 Big Audience) to put on the ole' Razzle-Dazzle! Best of 3!
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>>6348551
>Rezzie (Weakened)
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Rolled 13 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>>6348643
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Rolled 27 - 3 (1d100 - 3)

>>6348643
WATCH.
I AM REZZIE'S BIGGEST FAN.
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Rolled 31 - 3 (1d100 - 3)

>>6348643
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>>6348645
>>6348656
>>6348657
>HIGHEST ROLL: 28!
Good... GOOD.... Writing :^)
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It’s an easy choice no matter which way you slice it: feral or not, you doubt a pack of angry Durher girls can hold a candle to a demon, even if her powers are throttled somewhat!

“Shocking.” Groans the shapeshifter as you relay your choice. “Can’t blame you, though–I wouldn’t want to face off against a pack of feral fuzzballs either!”

As the Spicy spectators laugh, Sixface snaps her claw at the group keeping Rezalith corralled… and Rezzie?

You can almost taste her anger from here! Good, you think as she descends to your level in an invisible orb, you’re fine as long as she makes it look authentic!

REALLY, ANTARD!?” She snarls, barely waiting to hit the floor before she jabs a claw in your direction with wide eyes and teeth bared, “YOU WOULD TAKE MY LIFE OVER A PACK OF STRANGERS!?

That’s right, you fire back as you put on the smarmiest grin you can muster, and you’d do it again! She’s been a loose cannon for long enough!

Betrayal washes through the Hellion’s features as the two of you circle the impromptu ring formed by your jeering onlookers! “FOOL! MORON! IMPUTENT WHELP! I KNEW YOU WERE A COWARD, ANTWIT, BUT THIS? THIS IS A NEW LOW, EVEN FOR YOU!

What can you say? You’ve had it up to here with her high-and-mighty attitude and constant complaining–this has been a long time coming!

“Ugh, skip the foreplay and MURDER each other already!” Groans Sixface, prompting similar responses out of her subordinates! Oh, don’t worry, you reply, each word leaving your mouth absolutely SLATHERED in sarcasm, you’ll make this SHORT!

Something snaps in Rezalith’s expression as that final word leaves your lips. “What…” She hisses through clenched teeth as her eyes light up with fresh fury, “WHAT. DID. YOU. CALL. ME!?

The few remaining grains of bravado in your body vacate the premises as you realize Rezzie’s acting almost too well here–is… does she…

… Does she not know you’re pretendi-

”I’M. NOT. SHOOOOOOORRRRRRTTTT!!!” A metallic shriek rips across the lobby as Rezzie rips her magic-sealing cuffs in twain–their bands still snug around her wrists, but no longer binding them both together! “ANTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!!!

As the devil rockets towards you like a petite, but very, VERY pissed-off missile, it suddenly occurs to you that this might be more than you bargained for… especially with your own demonic powers sealed by the recorded prayers!

https://youtu.be/vtlkwb9hqaw

>ROLL ME 3d100 (+2 Fleet Footwork, +3 Demon Sealed (Kinda), +3 Magic Shield, -10 ANGY DEMON, -2 Your Powers Sealed) TO DODGE HER FLURRY OF BLOWS! , YEP, 3d100! BEST OF 3!
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>>6348685
Sorry, 3d100-4!
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Rolled 54, 52, 84 - 4 = 186 (3d100 - 4)

>>6348685
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Rolled 20, 35, 59 = 114 (3d100)

>>6348685
REZ-REZ, NO!
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Rolled 11, 75, 62 - 4 = 144 (3d100 - 4)

>>6348685
UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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>>6348695
>>6348700
>>6348703
>HIGHEST ROLLS:
>50, 71, 80
Questies I regret to inform you that Anton will NOT be eviscerated yet and we will NOT get a permanent Rezzie Quest
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>>6348717
Aww...can't Anton just share the spotlight for a little? Anton and Rezzie quest?
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>>6348722
I'm sure you're aware by now that Rezzie does NOT share the spotlight
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You don’t want to sound dramatic, but even without the full extent of her powers Rezalith can and will probably kill you. As such, when your red-eyed opponent swoops over like a sentient and very pissed-off blender, you do what any red-blooded human would do in your situation.

“OI, ‘E’S RUNNIN’!”

You didn’t ask for commentary, but the Cartel Goon’s assessment isn’t far from the truth–what begins with you LIMBOing beneath Rezalith’s tackle turns into a grim game of tag–and before long she has you scurrying along the circumference of the ‘ring’ like a mouse trapped in a tupperware container with an irate baboon!

H-hey, you sputter as you sidestep a claw swipe so fast that the breeze it generates stings your cheek, weren’t they supposed to give you a WEAPON!?

The Shapedurhershifter’s eyes light up as if she’d just remembered she left the stove on at home! “Hum? Oh! Right! Weapon! Ouber, toss the poor bastard a weapon!” With a noncommittal grunt, one of the Skogs in the audience hurls something into the ring like a javelin… ooh, you hope it’s a javelin!

Diving beneath another angry tackle, you tuck into a roll and grab your armament in one swift movement! Rising to your feet in one fluid move, you whip about to face the fiend with your…

… is this a butter knife?

“Hey, a weapon’s a weapon!” Snickers Sixface as her hardy crew join in a beat later! “Go get ‘em, kid!”

Yea, sure! Reaching for your pocket to grab an ACTUAL tool, you abandon the endeavor as a spinning blade whizzes inches away from your palm and embeds itself in the lobby floor!

“Ah-ah-ah! What did I say about keeping those hands outta’ yer’ pockets?” Croons your malevolent MC! “C’mon, Anton! Show us all what a MAN can do!”

When faced with the Hellish equivalent of a roided-out tiger with wings, most men tend to DIE... and you’re gonna have to do something if you want to remain an outlier in that little focus group! The question is, WHAT!? You just need a little more TIME for those TEKSOULS!

>Try to calm Rezzie down!
>Piss her off more!
>Just keep dodging her!
>Sling a spell at her! Dispel might work, right!?
>Mess up her wings a bit!
>Write-In!
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>>6348732
>GLOMP HER!
No, seriously. tackle-hug her. make it seem like a grapple. Whisper to her that we're tricking the gangsters. If she thinks we're lying hit her with the "I'd never hurt you. You're one of my best friends." which is both true and will probably shock the tsundere shit out of her.
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>>6348732
>GLOMP HER!
>TACKLE HUG HER!
>RESTRAIN THE REZZIE, FOR HER OWN GOOD.
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>>6348750
+1
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>>6348738
>>6348750
>>6348751
>uWu *GLOMPZ n nUZZLES U*
So be it!
>Roll me 1d100+3 (+2 Fleet Footwork, +3 LIMBOOOO, +3 Demon Sealed (Kinda), +5 The Power... of FRIENDSHIP?, -8 STILL ANGY DEMON, -2 Your Powers Sealed) to see if this gamble pays off! Best of 3! Next update prolly on Friday, True Believers!
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Rolled 10 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>>6348782
uwu
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Rolled 17 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>>6348782
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>>6348783
>>6348785
Oh fuck...
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Rolled 12 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>>6348782
Well, here goes...
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>>6348831
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>>6348783
>>6348785
>>6348831
>HIGHEST ROLL: 20!
OOF! Writinggggg
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Okay, you think as you just barely duck and weave through another flurry of blows from the demonic duelist, clearly this is all just a misunderstanding–one that helps you make this whole thing look real, sure, but you can only dodge so much bef-

One of Rezzie’s claw swipes gets a little too close for comfort, and while you manage to put your MAGIC SHIELD between you just in time to avoid being peeled, the force of the blow still sends you stumbling across the lobby like an alcoholic on their fifth trip back to the movie theater bar!

Growing impatient with your waffling, your spectators begin to litter the ring with anything they can get their hands on–glassware, weaponry, you’re pretty sure someone chucks their shirt at you too! And Rezzie? Still pissed. Still committed to carving your insides out of your corpse! You’ve gotta hand it to the lady–when she commits to an action, she gives it her all! If you can just get close enough to share your plan–wait, that’s IT!

Sidestepping another lunge, you steel yourself for what you’re about to do–you just need to tackle her and tell her what’s going on, right? Easy as One-Two!

Taking to the air in a lazy arc, the devil whips around like a falcon for a deadly divebomb! Squaring your stance and bending your knees, you hearken back to your time on the High School Football Team…

… Oh right, you didn’t even make it past tryouts. The details are fuzzy thanks to that concussion you go-

Your opponent is on you like ketchup on an egg! LIMBOING just in time to avoid getting your skull removed, you waste no time in catching the rebound! As Rezalith skids to a halt and whips around to face you, you leap at the tiny terror with arms stretched wide and ready for a TAKEDOWN!

The good news is that she doesn’t dodge or counter as you wrap your arms around her like a wrestler… but the bad news is that despite her diminutive stature, Rezzie stands firmer than a redwood tree beneath your assault!

DAMN she’s tough! And this is while prayers are blasting through the speakers!? That’s bananas-

Your thoughts are cut short by a kick to your stomach that could vaporize a watermelon! Good thing you’re practically indestructible! Indestructible doesn’t mean immovable, however, and you scarcely feel the wind leave your lungs before you’re launched across the Lobby like a wheezing cannon ball!

For what it’s worth, the landing hurts a LOT less than the kick does, but by the time you’re finished slamming into the fancy wood floor and skipping across it like a flat stone across a creek, Rezzie’s already on top of you!

W-WAIT, you sputter as she raises her claw to deliver a finishing blow, it’s–

The claw descends like a mallet about to pound a nail–still reeling from the prayers and the kick, all words leave your mind and in their vacancy your body reacts by plastering a goofy look on your panicking face!

>CONTD.
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>>6348990
Yet the killing blow never comes. Clenching your teeth like your life depended on it, you find yourself staring at your would-be murderer frozen above you like a gargoyle… but where there once was anger in the devil’s eyes is now shock… horror…

Apprehension?

For the longest of moments the two of you lie frozen there on the floor–you in abject terror, and Rezzie?

I…” She whispers as her body begins to tremble, “C-Can’t…

The moment is cut short by something sharp zipping through the darkness from above and finding its mark in one of Rezalith’s wings with a deafening ‘SPLUT’! It takes a moment for the Hellion to register, but once she does she tumbles off of you and rolls around the floor like a dog that just just got skunked!

As an uncanny sizzling fills the air around Rezalith’s back, you whip around to face Sixface with betrayal tattooed on your features! What the Hell was THAT!?

DAGGER DIPPED IN BLESSED WATER!” Shrugs the Shapeshifter with an innocent smirk! “Can you believe they just sell bottles of the stuff? What a grift, right?”

You were FIGHTING, you snarl as your opponent continues to writhe on the floor behind you, what-

“Really? Looked like she hesitated to me–but let’s make it democratic, ey? What do you think, lads?”

None of Sixface’s goons dare to speak up. Nah, just kidding–the words barely leave their boss’ smug lips before they fill the room with chants of ‘DISQUALIFY ‘EM!’ ‘CHEATS!’ and ‘I LOVE YOU SIXFA-I MEAN, SHE ‘ESITATED!

“Awww, too bad!” Sixface croons with mock sympathy as her subordinates loom over Tzah-Tzie’s siblings like a pack of foxes surrounding a fat hen, “Welp, guess that’s ‘GAME OVER’, then! I don’t make the rules…” Her blue eyes widen in mock recognition. “Wait a moment… I DO!

A pit forms in your chest as the siblings greet their impending doom with blank stares and pursed lips.

“It’s been fun, Anton,” Adds the devious Durher as she straddles the railing she sits on with a menacing sneer, “Feel free to break down now, okay? I prefer my pets with broken spiri-”

A faint tingle across your flesh is the only warning you get before the Lobby wall ERUPTS in a sea of splinters, and from behind the shroud of dust and debris comes a sight you never thought you’d be happy to see:

Five large, glowing eyes drifting through the dust like ghosts, silent save for the faint sound of inhuman limbs slithering across the pile of wrecked masonry and the Cartel goons unlucky enough to be buried beneath!

>CONTD.
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>>6348991
The Lobby falls quiet as a grave as the arcane automatons shift their collective gaze upon you.

”InpUT ReQUIrEd: stATe yoUR ORdERs.”

Your wide-eyed gaze sweeps across the room–first on Sixface–the shapechanger deathly silent as she processes the situation, then to Tzah-Tzie’s siblings who still stare blankly in the face of imminent death.

Lastly your eyes fall upon Rezalith, who manages to stumble to her feet with a pained grunt before meeting your gaze with a fresh frown. “... I’m fine… just… might not fly so good for a while…”

The cavalry, it seems, has arrived, no doubt thanks to your Priestess pal. The question is, as the Teksouls so helpfully repeat:

What are your orders?
>Get the siblings out of here!
>Protect Rezzie!
>Kill these damned Capos already!
>Follow me!
>Raze this mudhole to the ground!
>Write-In!
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>>6348993
>Get the siblings out of here!
We'll protect Rezzie ourselves and burn those bitches.
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>>6348993
>Get the siblings out of here!
TOTAL CATTHING SALVATION.
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>>6349011
oh those cunts added a fucking watermark to image copying now?????
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>>6349000
>>6349009
>SIBLING SALVATION
Writing!
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>>6348993
>Get the siblings out of here!
We should also probably clarify with Rezzie that we wouldn't have killed her, either. She's... Special.
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>>6349083
I would support that. Rezzie is best girl(demon).
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As the austere automatons repeat their request in perfect unison, Sixface slips in hers before you can react!

“Take these intruders away and lock them up somewhere cold and cramped, would you please? There’s a good construct.” She requests as she sends a sly wink your way. “Guess the fun’s over! Pity, really.”

If the Teksouls hear her, they don’t react… and neither does she until you deliver a request of your own! Trier, buddy, you begin, each syllable SLATHERED in smugness, those Durhers over there are being held against their will… and they just so happen to be good friends of yours!

You didn’t know you could see the color drain from people’s faces in Zoral, but the way Sixface responds when the Teksouls turn to face the Cartel captives doesn’t leave much room for interpretation!

”YoU HaVE DEtAInEd PrOTECTEd IndivIDuAls.” Drone the Teksouls like a robotic chorus, ”ExEcUtING REtriEvAL.”

https://youtu.be/kyy_t4TOQV0

The remaining Spicys scramble away as the Teksouls surge forward in lockstep–their eyes surging with arcane energy as the goons guarding TT’s siblings frantically look to Sixface for instructions!

“Tch…” She grumbles as her pupils begin to tremble, “Well go on, men–show these tin cans who runs Umberal!”

For a brief moment you half expect the Spicys to exhibit some sort of self-preservation, but one particularly large Skog strides over from the group of Durhers with murderous intent in his big yellow eyes!

“You ‘eard ‘er, lads! Ya’ wanna’ live forever!?”

Rallying the troops with a deafening bellow, The Skog and a swarm of his pals rush the robots with spells AND steel!

It’s important to specify here that ‘swarm’ doesn’t mean ‘defeat’, and as bold as the horde looks charging upon the metal monstrosities, they look far less impressive when the Teksouls shower the crowd in a coordinated wave of crackling magic!

The belligerents are silenced in seconds, save for the sound of hissing and popping coupled with the rank odor of burnt hair and sizzling meat!

“Ooh,” Mutters Rezzie as you try to keep her close amidst the ensuing Spicy Stampede, “Let’s stop for a bite-”

No TIME! The Spicys scamper like rats fleeing a sinking ship as the Teksouls begin their assault, and while you almost immediately lose track of Sixface, you DO see your chance to move on as one automaton safely sweeps up the siblings in an unseen tentacle!

Flame, frost, thunder, and force rock the Lobby to its very foundations as you ascend the ramp dominating the room… even if Sixface survives, they know where you’re headed…

VHALE!

>CONTD.
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>>6349089
Rezalith seems eager to join the Teksoul tussle, but something about your steely gaze as you charge into the next room makes her rush to your side!

https://youtu.be/AJO8uo3UMko

Pure instinct takes over as you summit a series of spiraling ramps–any opposition you might’ve faced on the way up routed by the Teksouls or scampering for the hills! Stopping just in front of yet ANOTHER pair of door-shaped monoliths, you only have to sample the deafening silence within for a moment to realize you’re in the right place:

The Ballroom… and you’re smart enough to know that you’ll be doing the Jitterbug once you step inside!

“He’s in there… I can smell it.” Rezalith reports with a derisive snarl. “And that fat friend of his.”

She might not be the best when it comes to strategy, but you’d trust Rezzie’s senses with your life… and you’d have to be a special brand of fool to assume Vhale and his remaining cronies intend to fight fair…

Turning to your fiendish friend, you relay a few final words before your assault:
>We go in TOGETHER!
>Watch our backs–I won’t be long!
>Go hunt some Spicys–you’ll deal with these punks!
>Try and loop around if you can–see if you can’t surprise ‘em!
>Find us a way outta’ here. You’ll deal with Vhale!
>Write-In!
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Actually, they'd totally be prepared for a sneak attack wouldn't they? Rezzie isn't in the best shape so I don't know if I wanna risk it..
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>>6349093
We will not be safe either way, the resl question is "Should we share our cool hero moment with Rez or should we go at it alone?"
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>>6349102
We have to share the cool moment with Rezzie. We need to be COOL. We need to harvest Vhale's organs.
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>>6349090
>We go in TOGETHER!
Do not flee, you cowardly and vile creatures, for it is two unholy idiots that are attacking you!
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>>6349103
I mean, it'll be cool, but it definitely won't be as romantically heroic as TT's true love saving her from the evil kidnapper.
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>>6349090
>Find us a way outta’ here. You’ll deal with Vhale!
Extract will be important, too.
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>>6349090
>We go in TOGETHER!
Alright I'll just vote this to break the tie
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>>6349110
I mean that is true but I think it's funnier to charge in like a buncha stooges.
What matter is we turn Vhale into a meat puddle.
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>>6349108
>>6349124
>TOGETHER!
>>6349111
>SECURE AN EXIT!
Writingggggggg
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Rezzie, you begin as you turn to face the fiend with fire in your eyes, listen closely–what you’re about to say is really, REALLY important–

“Let me guess,” She answers with a derisive scoff, “You need me to do something boring again, don’t you? What is it this time, hmm? Count all the carpets in the mansion? Sneak through a hallway five times? Capture prisoners alive?”

You answer her by placing both hands onto her surprisingly-tiny shoulders! No, you respond, eyes burning through hers, you need her to watch your back!

Whether it’s the unexpected touch or your request you’re not sure, but Rezalith’s gaze softens as confusion spreads through her features! “H-huh…?”

This raid has been one clusterfuck after another, you add, and you just know Vhale isn’t gonna give TT up without a fight… which is why you want her at your side, you conclude as you impart a reassuring smile upon the dumbfounded demon! You brought her for a reason–and you can’t think of anyone else you’d rather have on your side when things go South!

You might as well have hit the poor girl’s face with a frozen tuna. “B-but…” She stammers, eyes widened in genuine befuddlement, “But you said-”

You were trying to make that fight look authentic, you interject, prompting a wave of relief to wash over Rezzie’s features, you would NEVER want to get rid of her… and she’s not a burden at all–she’s an asset to the team… and a good friend!

For the briefest of moments you can almost feel the devil melt right beneath your hands right there.

“Y-yea, yea… I knew you wouldn’t abandon me like that…” She mutters, averting your eyes like a Gorgon’s glare. “Elementary, really… Why would you even consider throwing away your finest weapon? Stupid Anton…”

So she’s with you, then? Grateful for the out you provided, Rezalith’s eyes reignite with fresh flame!

“HELLS yes I am! There won’t be a brick left standing when I’m–” The girl blinks. “... I mean… when WE’RE done with this place! A-and we’ll get The Sn-... I mean, ‘TEE-TEE’ back as well! Count on it!”

That’s all you needed to hear. Exchanging a nod, the two of you take your positions in front of the double doors… all that remains is to make your grand entrance!

KNOCK, KNOCK!

Delivering a kick that could shatter bones to the door, y-OWWW, FUCK!

“... Why are you acting stupid now, of all times?”

>CONTD.
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Nghh… y-you… you thought she was gonna kick the door with you, you weakly reply as you writhe on the ground in fresh pain! Rezalith responds with an eyeroll as she plants her hands on her hips.

“Use your words, then, idiot.”

SHE’S one to talk! Several minutes of pain and a quick leg massage later, you retake your position in front of the doors and give your partner a curt nod–on ‘Three’, okay?

THREE, TWO, ONE! OWWW!

“... You started with ‘three’ that time, fool. I HOPE that hurt!”

Managing to kick the doors open on your fifth try, the two of you scamper into the vast BALLROOM and are met with what you can only assume is a monument to hedonism:

A smooth, polished floor clacks beneath every step you take–the sound echoing across the vast interior like footsteps in an empty cathedral… but you aren’t alone.

Rezalith strides at your side with wide eyes and the usual frown–this one set off by the same conclusion you came to the moment you stepped in:

Someone’s here!

As if peeking in on your thoughts, the double doors you entered through slam shut in perfect tandem as a pair of familiar orange eyes greet you from across the opulent expanse!

ROLO!

Rezzie bursts into a sprint, but it’s too late–a snap leaves the Capo’s claw as a half-dozen speakerstones crackle to life above you… as do a number of what sound like… air conditioner units?

The words that leave the speakerstones stop you and Rezzie dead in your tracks–soft, dulcet tones that you quickly recognize as the recorded words of Pristess Iisva…

You just didn’t expect accompaniment.

b]Attend… ye heroes, ye lords and ye fools:
For the Lady of DIRT! And the GRASS! And the ORE! And the JEWELS!
Whether thee be of wealth… be of strength or wit thou must:
Know… that ALL, yes WE ALL shall all return to DUST!

Whether it’s the Molegg’s impromptu karaoke sesh or the holy words bathing the ballroom you’ll never know, but whatever the reason you and Rezalith both tumble to the floor in heaps as two pairs of confident, if not somewhat annoyed footsteps approach from behind…

Biita and Viitzi, you presume… not that you’re surprised, of course. Feeling a cold blade tickle your throat, you watch wide-eyed as Viitzi gives Rezzie the same treatment with a menacing grin!
And Rolo? He just keeps on singing.

O Knodd, mighty Knodd, hear our pleas, our words, our CRIES!
Ferry lost souls to warmer earth and softer skies!
O Knodd, mighty KNODD! Mountain’s mother, maker, GOD!
Crush, stick and SMITE! Leave the heathens stunned and awed!
O Knodd, mighty KNODD! Hear our prayers, feel our TRUST!
For all the Earth is your realm… and we all return to DUST!
Yes we all return to DUST!
You will all return to DUST!
You may fight it, but you MUST!
YOU WILL ALL. RE.TURN. TO DUUUUUUSSSSSTTTT!


>CONTD.
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>>6349442
Ending his accompaniment with a boisterous laugh, the Molegg finally turns to face you both as the prayers continue to fill the room from above!

“One of my favorites, y’know… never was much of a churchboy, meself, but I’ve always had a spot in me heart for a good tune…” Letting loose with an exultant sigh, the Cartel Capo takes a moment to examine you and Rezzie as the holy words sting your skin and weigh upon you like a sack of holy dumbbells! “So ole’ Sixface bowed out already, ey? Figured they would…”

That’s right, you sneer, teeth clenched as you fight through the pain wracking your body, still time for him to run for the hills too!

“HAH!” Snorts the scoundrel as he twirls something in his claw like a cane, “Leaving right before the closing number? Not on yer life, mate…” His eyes narrow. “Speaking of…”

You can almost TASTE the ozone in the air as a massive, crackling projectile grazes your cheek and hits the wall with a deafening CRUNCH!

“A little ‘Welcome Home’ present the ladies picked up fer’ me!” Snickers the Molegg as the Mzz’goe’virr bodyguards giggle in assent, “An’ I’ve been waitin’ ta’ test it out on ya since our run-in at Gold Town, boy…”

You’re touched.

“Coulda’ slunk in a tad earlier, y’know…” Rolo growls as he begins to pace back and forth on the other side of the ballroom, “Made me miss most of Lady Lutza’s show with this little tantrum of yours… I’ll make damned sure you live long enough to regret that.”

Happy to ruin his night, you spit back! Where’s Vhale!?

“Busy.” Laughs the Molegg, “But you knew that already, didn’t ya? Or would’ja rather I lied and said ya’ came just in the nick of time?”
Anger wells up in your fists, but produces nothing–not with that damn prayer blasting the room! Even Rezalith’s at a loss, much to her disappointment… but this is a ballroom, not a church–if you could just break those damned stones–

That’s when you feel it–the creak of a pair of doors just past Rolo followed by a faint shift in the room’s atmosphere… and at its epicenter stands a familiar set of grey eyes leading another familiar pair in front of him:

Lime green… and just as blank as her sibling’s.

“B-BOSS!” Sputters Rolo as the boss in question strides into the ballroom, “I… y-you should let me handle this-”

Anton…” Vhale purrs, savoring your name like a fine piece of veal, “I take it you’re the one behind all the racket?”

That’s right, you nod as you try not to stare too much at Tzah-Tzie’s blank gaze, and news flash: he’s mortal now!

“Is that right?” Smirks the Spice Leader as he and his hostage take a few more steps closer.

“D-don’t worry, Boss…” Rolo stammers, his previous bravado all but gone the way of the dodo bird, “Got it all planned out–don’t even gotta raise a finger!”

>CONTD.
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Vhale’s dead eyes dart briefly to the speakerstones above. “... Grotesque.” A gut-wrenching CRACK echoes across the room as the Durher stretches out his shoulders.

“But rather effective against a Hellish half-breed, isn’t it?” His eyes fall upon you and Rezzie once more. “I couldn’t care less about the Gods or religion… but if what you say is true, Anton, they’ll be fighting tooth and claw to get my soul when I eventually see fit to relinquish it.”

Start begging, you growl, because that’s gonna happen sooner than he thinks! A solitary cough leaves your lips along with the words, however–this air… it’s…

“Made a few renovations to the manor!” Rolo sneers as you start to feel a familiar itch in your eyes! “Feelin’ scratchy yet? Strugglin’ ta’ breathe?”

SWOOS. AND Prayers… So, you cough as you pointedly ignore Rolo’s question, this is how it’s gonna be, huh? Can’t even kill you himself?

“Don’t sell yourself short...” Chides Vhale as he gives Tzah-Tzie’s catatonic head a few pats, “Most men are worth far more in death than they were in life… and your death? It’ll serve it’s purpose, don’t you worry about that.”

Tzah-Tzie, you cry, ignoring the dryness that rushes down your throat, it’s gonna be okay!

“Yes, it will.” Vhale nods with the smallest of smirks, “Wretched little whore wouldn’t stop mewling your name when she arrived–commendable work, Anton. You’ve cast quite the spell on her, you know.”

And now? The Spinner stands silent, unblinking. Can she even tell you’re in the room with her?

“I figure watching you die will weather away that last pesky bit of stubbornness.” Her spouse concludes as he gives her head one last dismissive pat. “You know… I really should be thanking you.”

He can… save it… you wheeze, vision blurring as the air grows thicker around you by the minute!

“Don’t be like that. Consider this: what determines something’s value? Take your time, now.”

Go fuck yourself.

“Value,” Vhale continues like a professor giving a lecture, “Is determined by its worth to others. If I had I heard our dear, little Ruusdi here had been lost to common cutthroats or a pack of Maakar a few days ago, well… I wouldn’t have even blinked. Whores come and go, as you know.”

“Dangerous profession!” Rolo guffaws with a shrug of his massive shoulders! “Whatcha’ gonna do?”

“But when I noticed how vibrant her eyes shone in your presence,” Sighs the Spice CEO, “The melody in her voice, the spring in her steps… Well, it brought me to a startling conclusion, Anton.”

And what, you croak, might THAT be? Vhale’s eye twinkles.

“That her value to you is only trumped by how much she values YOU.” He answers as he thumbs the blade sheathed at his side. “But that’ll fade once you’re gone… but her worth?”

>CONTD.
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>>6349445
His mouth curls into the faintest hint of a smile. “I’ll be able to savor her like the finest glass of Ruuppaa. So… thank you, Anton.”

Your eyelids stick together for a moment as you blink in confusion. For WHAT?

“For stirring up trouble, disrupting business, murdering so many worthless sycophants… oh, and returning my blushing bride, of course.”

Your vision swims as Rezzie watches in growing horror.

“I haven’t felt this much excitement in… well, ever, I suppose.” A weary sigh leaves Vhale’s mouth. “But all good things must end.”

“Yep! That’s life fer’ ya!” Rolo laughs as he fires another blast from his wand into the ceiling! “Any last words or requests, mate? Y’know, while ya’ can still speak, that is!”

Oh, you have PLENTY of last words to give Rolo and Vhale… but before they can spill all out you spot the faintest of flickers in Tzah-Tzie’s dead eyes…

Is… she still there?

Any last words or requests?
>Let Rezzie go!
>Trier’s gonna kick his ass, y’know!
>Lutza hates you, Rolo!
>This isn’t going to end the way they think it will!
>Wake up, Tzah-Tzie!
>I killed your dad, idiot!
>I challenge you to a duel!
>You guys wanna see a magic trick?
>Stay Silent. They won’t think you disappeared, but…
>Write-In!
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>>6349446
How can I possibly choose between magic trick and stay silent?
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>>6349446
>You guys wanna see a magic trick?
Razzle the dazzle on these bitchachos...
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>>6349446
>I killed your dad, idiot!
Make him pause our execution to demand the full explanation, then...
>Hurl the charm you got from Pristess Iisva at the source of the heretic mocking the Earthmother by refusing to worship her but using her song for evil
Just a hunch, but I'm hoping the gods here don't like their name (or doctrine) taken in vain.
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>>6349457
Your vote only works on the assumption that
1. He'd care
2. That the deity in question would do anything when they've pretty much left for cigarettes. It's only their power that remains because they left it to run on auto.
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>>6349462
I'm hoping his leaving him alive was evidence he cared on some level, or at least would want more info.

throwing the rock is a hail mary, pun intended, but maybe even if the god isn't directly involved we can provoke a feedback loop?
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>>6349466
>I'm hoping his leaving him alive was evidence he cared on some level
Did you just miss his whole speech about how the only reason he cared about TT was because he could take her away from us? He probably just keeps him alive so he can continue to be miserable.

>involved we can provoke a feedback loop?
what are you even talking about, what feedback loop
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>>6349468
>He probably just keeps him alive so he can continue to be miserable.
Then hopefully he'll be mad we cut the torture short.

>what are you even talking about, what feedback loop
You know, like that awful screech when you put a speaker and a microphone too close together and one catches the other?
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>>6349469
>Then hopefully he'll be mad we cut the torture short.
No? Again, you really seem to have this idea that he'll somehow care when literally everything shows he won't.
>You know, like that awful screech when you put a speaker and a microphone too close together and one catches the other?
If that was something that existed, we'd have gotten it from carrying the Bisii's bag at the same time.
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>>6349471
>No?
If his dad was a playthign he kept around because he valued his suffering, ending his suffering may annoy him. That's my theory, and I'm sticking to it. You don't have to vote with me if you don't think it'll work. I disagree with your assessment.

>>6349471
>If that was something that existed, we'd have gotten it from carrying the Bisii's bag at the same time.
two stones blessed with the same magic crashing into each other from opposite sides is different from just carrying a charm and another unrelated magical item. or, well, I hope so. I did say it was just a hunch. I'm open to a better plan if you have one.
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>>6349474
You're just making a random assumption that it works with no basis. At this point, even just trying to pull a magic trick and hoping it somehow gets us out of it would work better.
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>>6349476
Okay then, vote for that, lol.
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>>6349477
If it means avoiding your dumb assumption, then sure

>>6349446
>You guys wanna see a magic trick?
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>>6349478
Be nicer please. We're all pals here
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>>6349481
I'm not your pal, FWEND
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>>6349484
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OtvxFQFhtAo
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>>6349450
>>6349478
>MAGIC TRICK
>>6349457
>YOUR DAD IS DEAD, IDIOT!
>HURL THE CHAAARRRRRM!!!!
Writing!
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As your already-diminished vision dims and your thoughts grow fuzzy, an idea slips into your head amidst the chaos…

H-hey, you mutter, coughing up a few weak laughs as you do so, wanna see… a magic trick?

A fresh smirk falls upon Vhale’s dour face. “... Why not?” You’re pretty sure you were asking Tzah-Tzie, but your thoughts…

They just isnt going in to theright spots anymore none…
Taking what might very well be the last breath you’ll ever take, you take advantage of the temporary clarity and work through a routine:

Think of a number. Any number.

Vhale and Rolo exchange a glance as you feel Biita shift with confusion behind you. “... I’ve got it.”

You can’t help but grin as the next part appears in your muddled mind. Now, you wheeze as the room starts to spin, look… inside… your pockets…

They won’t find anything, of course–you didn’t really get a chance to set up–but as the mobsters peek inside their pockets, you watch as something else unfolds:

Something T-RIFFIC.

In the span of a second, Tzah-Tzie’s glazed-over expression fades! Zipping past Rolo, the sneaky Spinner slips whatever he’s holding free of his grasp, skids to a stop several feet away, and opens fire on the speakerstones above!

“WH-WHAT IN-”

Vhale doesn’t even shout–his blade is drawn in the blink of an eye, but even as he seems to disappear from one spot and reappear in another, Tzah-Tzie’s already pirouetting around his attack! Seeing her opportunity, Rezalith uses the distraction to flip her Mzz’goe’virr captive over her head… and you?

You stomp on Biita’s foot REAL hard!

Firing one last shot from Rolo’s Uber Wand, Tzah-Tzie scampers away from her captors as the prayers echoing around the room fades into the aether… but before you can rush to retrieve her, the girl barks a wide-eyed request:

“GOT A LIGHT, ANT!?”

You know what’s going to happen. You saw it back when Oti used it to set that Zetsun colony ablaze in the Umberal Underworks… what she’s asking for is reckless, dangerous, and probably fatal…

But you trust your lady friend… and you really, REALLY hate Vhale. Raising a fist of fresh flames towards the ceiling, you send the lot into the Swoos-choked air and brace yourself as you feel the room collectively hold its breath…!

BOOOOOM!!!

The world goes silent save for a dull ringing as you’re launched by a ballroom-sized explosion–when you regain your bearings, you’re greeted by smoky, but Swoos-free air! Something cold and wafer-thin lands on your nose from above as you stumble to your feet… and as your eyes shift skyward you quickly come to the conclusion that the ballroom’s roof is…

Well, it’s GONE!

You’re just about to get comfy when you feel the rest of the mansion quake under your feet, no doubt rocked by subsequent Swoos explosions inside the pipes they poured in from!

BOOOSS!!!!!

>CONTD.
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>>6349590
Rolo shrieks from across the ballroom–the crooked crooner’s eyes wide in horror as the masonry continues to shake around him like dancers in a club! His bodyguards come to far behind you, but just as they brandish their blades, a familiar pair of eyes appear behind their heads…

What comes next is best left undescribed in writing, but rest-assured The Twins probably won’t be bugging you or anyone else anymore! Scouring the collapsing manor for your favorite fuzzball, you find her clinging to a pillar or something similar on the ballroom’s perimeter, eyes wide and mouth agape as she cackles like a madwoman!

TAKE HEED, TAKE NOTE, YOU COWARDS! YOU CLOWNS! WAVE GOODBYE, BETTER CRY, CUZ’ ANT’S TEARING YOU DOWN!

Like a witch’s spell, your girlfriend’s mad ramblings seem to almost HASTEN the mansion’s destruction–bricks tumble around you like rectangular hail as the floor beneath you clatters and crumbles like communion wafers in a washing machine!

As you move to meetup with the kooky catthing, your efforts are cut short by the sound of two light boots landing on the floor about a brick’s throw away…

“A-ANTON!” Sputters your Spinner from above, “Watch out!”

The warning is brief, but it pays off–while you don’t have time to LIMBO to safety, you still manage to stumble out of the way just as the sharp ‘SWWWT!’ of a blade just barely misses your face!

Tucking and rolling into a somersault just to be safe, you regain your footing a few feet away just in time to stare down your opponent: steely-eyed and stony-faced, the Durher doesn’t even flinch as he bats a chunk of rubble away with the blunt side of his blade!

Vhale, you snarl as you adopt a fighting stance of your own!

“BOSS!” Whines Rolo as he ducks beneath a Rezzie swoop, “W-we gotta go! There’s… the boys are gettin’ minced by Teksouls down there! And the mansion’s-”

“I’m aware,” Vhale replies, cool as a cucumber, “Everything’s ruined…”

For the first time since you’ve met the guy, Vhale’s SMILING. Teeth and all! A polite laugh leaves his lips as another explosion rocks your battleground beneath you. “Isn’t it wonderful?

His subordinate chokes from the sidelines. “Errr, I, uh-”

Vhale’s eyes fall upon you once more, now gleaming with renewed life! “Anton Peas: you’ve bested my men, stolen my treasures, torched my holdings… and now you stand ready to deliver a killing blow…”

A shuddered breath leaves the mobster’s lips. “You’ve accomplished more in a matter of days than any other foe has in years… Can you feel it?”

>CONTD.
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>>6349591
Craning his ear skyward, the Durher sends a cheeky smirk your way. “The jaws of change gnash and drool beneath us… are you prepared to fight tooth-and-claw for the privilege of persisting in this cold, wretched world?”

Yea, you reply with a wry grin of your own, you are! With a swish of his blade, Vhale gives you a curt bow.

“Well said… now come at me with steel! Stealth! Sorcery! Fight with every ounce of your being… and rest-assured that I, VHALE NESSURMOS, shall do the same! I CHALLENGE YOU… TO A DUEL!

You accept, of course, and as the two of you close the gap between you, you can almost feel the air around you forming a ring… a battle to the death, you think as you circle each other like wolves, sounds easy eno-

DIE!

Swooping low and lit up like a homicidal Christmas Tree, Rezzie cackles madly as she hocks a trio of HELLFIREBALLS at your opponent… but Vhale merely swats them all away like mosquitos at a cookout!

STALWART here has been blessed,” The Durher explains as his weapon swishes through the icy air, “Meaning it can deflect those pesky powers of yours if the wielder is swift enough.” He cocks his head to the side with a fresh challenge in his eyes. “Come, Anton… show me what you’re worth!”
https://youtu.be/bn700QbmIEU

It’s you versus Vhale now–no more distractions, no more assists…
WHAT DO?
INVENTORY PASTEBIN:https://pastebin.com/xdk5kHyA
>Bait him into a HELLGEYSER!
>Keep your distance! Use that range of yours!
>You’ve got a POISONED BLADE–get in close and aggressive!
>Blastcaps Away! Dodge an explosion, asshole!
>BIISII’S BAG!
>Deflect and parry! You’ve got a MAGIC SHIELD–see if you can catch an attack!
>Write-In!
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>>6349593
...Blessed blade, huh?
>DISPEL MAGIC
>HELLGEYSER
Time for the Indiana Jones approach to sword-fighting... And just like Harrison Ford couldn't do the scene because he had diarrhea, so too shall Vhale fall because of a lazy solution and an abominable spray of foul substance!
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>>6349593
A duel? How cool. But this guy doesn't deserve a cool final showdown, he's a cunt.
>Refuse his duel. Ragebait him.
And then, when he gets angry...we hit him over the head with a bottle.
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>>6349593
>"I, ANTON PEAS, WILL WIN."
>Blastcaps Away! Dodge an explosion, asshole!

We need to focus on AOE. We can't let this guy dodge, we need to tire him out with as many explosions as we can.
I don't like my odds of rushing in with the POISONED BLADE either.

>>6349595
Good idea. I like it, I might swap to this if a tie forms.
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>>6349593
>if the wielder is swift enough.
I think he is...
>Write-In
I think we SHOULD start the fight by keeping our distance, and expect that he will come to us in order to use his blade. Would we be able to use one hand to toss blast caps towards him - but not right at him, juuuust to his side, so the blast radius would get him a bit if he misses. He may deflect them with his blade like he did that piece of rubble, but if we aren't aimed right at him, he might have to open himself up a little to smack them... Which is why we are using our other hand to hit him with a hellgeyser.

Or is that too challenging/complicated of a tactic for a single action?
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>>6349598
You are totally welcome to let your Write-In Flag fly, my dude--just expect trickier rolls if you try to go for really intricate plans. But hey, I've been known to reward creativity with bonuses too, so... who knows?

Oh right, I'll be heading outta' town in a day or so so expect fewer updates for the rest of the month. Holidays, am I right? Might be able to sneak in a few next week or so, but if I don't then you'll know why! Happy Holidays, folks
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>>6349600
I'm ok with taking a tougher roll on a boss fight, we can switch to the poison blade if he gets close. I will commit to the Kansas City shuffle...
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>>6349593
>>6349598 +1
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>>6349595
>DISPEL
>HELLGEYSER
>>6349596
>TAUNTING!
>>6349597
>BLASTCAPS AND SICK LINE
>>6349598
>>6349728
>BAIT AND SWITCH WITH BLASTCAP AND HELLGEYSER!
The ole' Kansas City Shuffle... Let's see if it pays off!

>Roll me 1d100-3 (+2 Fleet Footwork, +2 Illusionist Initiate, +2 All The World's a Stage, +3 Ingenious Plan!, -9 Vhale Fencing, -2 Uneven Terrain, -1 A Little Complicated) to work your magic! Best of 3!
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Rolled 4 - 3 (1d100 - 3)

>>6349803
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Rolled 68 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>>6349803
Oh fug
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>>6349803
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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>>6349805
>>6349807
>>6349808
>HIGHEST ROLL: 65!
That'll work! Writing!
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Burning rubble showers you from the remaining rooftop as you and Vhale continue to circle each other–neither of you daring to take the first strike!

“You have dueled before, have you not?” He asks, gliding across the dance floor even as the room trembles violently around you!

Sure, you shrug as you sneak a hand into your pocket, just gotta poke the other guy with the pointy thing, right?

A singular laugh leaves the Cartel Leader’s lips. “This shall be… enriching.”

Reciprocating his smirk, your hand closes around a BLASTCAP and whips it towards your opponent! The throw goes wide–so wide that Vhale doesn’t even bother dodging, but as the bomb clanks against the floor a wave of muted recognition washes over the duelist’s face!

By the time the blastcap does its job, the Durher is already long gone–and one blink later he reappears right in front of your face! The swish of a sword reaches your ears as he prepares to deliver a devastating counterattack–but he’s not dealing with a duelist here… he’s dealing with a MAGICIAN!

And as any good magician knows, some of the best tricks have plenty of steps! While Vhale was vacating the blast zone, you were cooking up a fresh HELLGEYSER behind your back… and by the time he moves to strike?

FWOOOOOSH!

Vhale knew it was coming–not that you expected any less from the fuzzy sociopath–but the violent hiss that leaves his lips as he pirouettes away from the brunt of the blast tells you everything you need to know:

“Well-struck.” He growls as the smell of burnt hair interlaces with the ashy air around you! “You’re full of surprises.”

Thanks, you shrug, but just wai-

Speaking of surprises, you barely manage to respond before a lifetime supply is shipped right to your doorstep–RUSH DELIVERY! A flurry of swift blows forces you backwards in a deranged dance of ducks, weaves, and lots of LIMBOING!

“So,” Vhale calmly begins as you switch over to your MAGIC SHIELD, “Let’s discuss the real reason you’re here, shall we?”

What, you scoff as you slam your shield against his blade and send the fuzzball cartwheeling out of HELLGEYSER range, killing him and saving the girl isn’t enough?

“Trier.” Replies your opponent as he taps the floor with his foot like an invitation, “You piqued his interest… and now his tin soldiers are storming my home.” He raises an eyebrow. “Some coincidence, hm?”

Scooping a hunk of burning debris onto his blade mid-fall, Vhale launches it at you with the force of a T-Shirt Cannon! Slapping it away with your shield, you prepare another smack for the smug Durher’s face–but the move goes wide as he slides beneath the blow and stabs at your chest!

>CONTD.
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>>6349864
Luckily you had another HELLGEYSER brewing–launching yourself out of the way just in time, your eyes widen in horror as Vhale leaps into the air after you! Blocking the ensuing blow with your shield, you land roughly and send a wave of fresh tremors through the floor!

As Vhale descends like a hawk, you thwart his attack with another well-aimed HELLGEYSER that prompts the prick to barrel-roll to safety in mid-flight!

“Those NOTES... you’re here for them, aren’t you?” Vhale continues as the floor shifts beneath your feet!

So what if you are, you answer with a cocky shrug! You can multitask!

“You’ll never find them,” The Durher declares with a smug smirk! “Not intact, at least. Not at this rate.”

“Don’t listen to him, Ant!” Roars TT from behind one of the pillars, “It’s–”

Before she can finish, the ballroom gives up the ghost–a low, defeated groan fills the air as the floor SUNDERS beneath you in a cacophony of crunching wood and crackling flames! As your footing gives out, the last thing you hear is a panicked yelp from Tzah-Tzie as both you and Vhale tumble to a lower level!

>Roll me 1d100-4(+2 Fleet Footwork, +3 Sneaky Leather Armor, +3 Hellgeyser Fall Padding, -9 Vhale Fencing, -3 Very Uneven Terrain) to stick the landing! Best of 3!
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Rolled 24 - 4 (1d100 - 4)

>>6349866
Goooooooo
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Rolled 67 + 4 (1d100 + 4)

>>6349866
Really dynamic action in your descriptions here, Bones, great stuff
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Rolled 73 - 4 (1d100 - 4)

>>6349866
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>>6349873
>>6349899
>>6349904
>HIGHEST ROLL: 69!
Heheheh. Writing! Also just a reminder I'm heading outta town today so get yer' fixins while they're hot

>>6349899
Thanks, anon! Couldn't have done it without the Dark Quest Stunt Coordinators and their team. Real fun to work with and just good folks all around
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>>6349907
>get yer' fixins while they're hot
Well, better get to hurry, because we'll need to get through Vhale before we can have the Iconic Dark Quest Fictional-Christmas-Equivalent Holiday Special
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It’s not the fall that kills you–it’s the sudden stop at the end. That or the homicidal cat thing currently closing the gap between you both with a blade!

You’re not the kind of guy who takes his problems head-on–quite the opposite, really, based on what you can glean from your shattered memories–but despite that pesky habit, you take inspiration for your next action not from your tried-and-true methods, but from the number 1 rule in the IDEAL ILLUSIONIST CORRESPONDENCE COURSE:

Never let ‘em know your next move’!

Vhale expects you to HELLGEYSER away from his plunging assault… and you do, sort of! Instead of departing, however, you instead launch yourself mid-fall at the Durher like an Anton-shaped missile!

If he’s surprised by the tactic, Vhale doesn’t show it–nor does he react when you deliver a LAVA-PROPELLED MULE KICK directly to his sullen gob!

A blade grazes your robes as he sails out of reach, and when the two of you land in a pile of scorched leaves and air filled with the odor of burning plants you can’t help but smirk a bit as the mobster touches down a bit harder than you do!

How’s he doing over there, you croon, earning a snicker from your opponent!

“Your footwork is sloppy.”

Yea, well his ‘getting his ass kicked’ technique is top notch! The Durher answers you with a shake of his head.

“Your stance is squared and bent, but you’re stepping too far. Imagine you’re balancing a tea set on your head–straight posture, controlled movements. Begin.”

The mobster darts at you in a serpentine pattern–aside from your HELLGEYSER he knows he’s got you beat in close-quarters! Taking the unsolicited tip to heart, however, you manage to dance around each other without stumbling over yourselves–so much so that even as Vhale takes you off-guard by a sudden burst of speed and a lunge at your gut, you’re able to slap his blade to the side and get him to back off with another HELLGEYSER!

“Better,” He shrugs as the garden around you joins the mansion’s crackling chorus, “Do you feel a difference?”

Yea, you nod as you duck away from a clump of dirt he launches at your face, thanks!

“Use it well–that’ll be the last bit of advice I impart upon you.”

Tapping the flowers at his feet with his blade, Vhale invites your next move with renewed vigor in his dead eyes!

Is… is he ENJOYING this!?

>CONTD.
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>>6349913
What do?
PERMANENT UPGRADE: Fleet-Footing is now SWIFT FOOTING! +3
INVENTORY PASTEBIN:https://pastebin.com/xdk5kHyA
>Bait him into a HELLGEYSER!
>Keep your distance! Use that range of yours!
>You’ve got a POISONED BLADE–get in close and aggressive!
>Blastcaps Away! Dodge an explosion, asshole!
>BIISII’S BAG!
>You’ve got a garden around you–set some fires and get him into one!
>Lotsa plants… Maybe you can disorient him with some spores or something?
>Deflect and parry! You’ve got a MAGIC SHIELD–see if you can catch an attack!
>Write-In!
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>>6349915
>Act like you're about to try to stab him with your poisoned blade...THEN GLASS HIM
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>>6349908
How Tzah-Tzie Stole Darkmas
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>>6349921
The idea of anyone other than Rezzie being the grinch is so insulting i'm going to drop this quest now.

GOOD DAY, SIR!
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>>6349923
Valid desu
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>>6349915
>You’ve got a garden around you–set some fires and get him into one!
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>>6349923
>be inspired by this to make a recreation of the grinch song
>make a code to search through every thread for any zhoral specific word or species that rhymes with "heel"
>no results
Alas, it's not to be.
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>>6349939
Just make up a critter that rhymes with it and pretend it's been a part of the world since the beginning of the quest--it's what I do!
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>>6349943
But then it won't COUNT
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>>6349945
Don't you raise your tone at me, BOY. I'll cry
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>>6349915
>You’ve got a garden around you–set some fires and get him into one!
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>>6349918
>[GLASS HIM]
>>6349927
>>6349956
>NOT THE BEGONIAS!

Probably the last update in a while, Dark Dorks.

>Roll me 1d100-3 (+3 Swift Footwork, +3 Magic Shield, +2 LIMBOOO +2 Lotsa Fire, -9 Vhale Fencing, -2 Uneven Terrain, -2 Warmup's Over) to heat things up a bit! Best of 3!

Again, will probably update much, much later--might even be a few days given it's The Holiday Season. Just know if it takes a while then that's the reason why! Happy New Year and everything leading up to it, questies!
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>>6349980
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>>6349980
Happy holidays buddy!
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>>6349980
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>>6349980
Merry Christmas and Happy New Years!

>>6349995
"Merry" and "Happy" largely because of this lucky anon, because without that roll we'd be waiting to return to Anton getting stomped by some sort of depressed alien squirrel mafiaso.
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>>6350008
Not an update, but Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year to all my Dark Dweebs! Hope wherever you are and whatever you're doing you're able to indulge in a little treat, whatever that means to you!

https://youtu.be/_JLnC0e5dUU

As Dale Cooper once said, every day give yourself a little present. I'd like to think that you, yes, YOU, are my present. I know I don't always write the most prolific or enjoyable quests, but being able to collaborate with you all in making these silly stories almost every day IS my present. It gives me joy, makes me laugh, and sets my mind at ease after the day's toils.

Thank you all again for playing, reading, and for being patient. Still not in a place to update, but look for something around New Year's, okay? Until then your homework is to find a little 'present' for yourself. Thanks again and see you all soon, hopefully!
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>>6351443
Take the time you need, man, the holidays are special.
>I'd like to think that you, yes, YOU, are my present.
D'aw.
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>>6351443
h-how is the hat visible???
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>>6351468
It's truly a mystery.
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>>6351443
>I know I don't always write the most prolific or enjoyable quests
Lies. You're a board staple. Happy Holidays, QM.
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>>6351552
You dweebs are gonna make me blush.... Thank you, though! Happy Holidays to you too!
>>6351478
And thank YOU for all these drawings, anon! Love these interpretations of the gang!
>>6351468
Don't ask questions you aren't prepared to learn the answer to...
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>>6351468
Christmas magic is indeed powerful...
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If he liked that, then he’s gonna LOVE what you’ve got planned next! Flames-a-frolicking between your fingers, you make a show of rushing the fencer with fresh fire in your eyes! Vhale evades your clumsy attempts, of course–you didn’t expect any less–and while he dances around you in a circle pausing every few steps to slash and poke at your defenses, he doesn’t seem to notice what’s really going on…

Every botched strike… every stumble… each one gives you another opportunity to rake your burning hands through the greenery! By the time the Durher discovers what you’re playing at, it’s already too late–your arena has grown much, MUCH smaller!

The fruits of your labor are met with a derisive snort and a toothy smile. “Clever.”

He’s still grinning… and why wouldn’t he be? You just locked yourself into close-quarters with the guy giving you fencing tips mid-duel! Crud! It’s a gamble, alright–one that has you white-knuckling your MAGIC SHIELD as you try your damndest to avoid becoming shish kebab!

Whatever Vhale’s wielding, it swishes through the air like nobody’s business! Only your footwork and magical gear keeps you half a step ahead… but just when you stumble over a patch of smoldering sprouts, you feel your opponent’s foot land just a few inches away from yours! NOW!

Leading with a kick that could make a door really wobble, your eyes widen in shock as your agile adversary leaps over the attack and lands on your outstretched limb!

“Foolish,” He purrs as you feel steel tickle your throat, “Inspired… but fooli–”

Vhale’s taunt is cut short as the two of you are rocked side-to-side by a sudden shift in the footing around you–right, the mansion’s still melting! The tremor proves to be just what you need, though–batting his blade aside with your forearm, you grab the fuzzball by the scruff of his neck, spin him around like an olympic discus, and HURL him into the rapidly-encroaching wall of flames!

A sharp hiss of air being sucked through clenched teeth amidst the crackling cacophony around you tells you the move paid off–but just when you’re about to indulge in a quick breather you feel the flames flicker around you as if they were searching for your blind spot!

>Roll me 3d100-5 (+3 Swift Footwork, +3 Magic Shield, +2 LIMBOOO, +2 Burned Fuzz, -2 LOTSA FIRE, -9 Vhale Fencing, -2 Uneven Terrain, -2 Warmup’s Over) for reasons! Yep, 3d100-5! Best of 3, folks! Happy New Year!
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Rolled 18, 73, 67 - 5 = 153 (3d100 - 5)

>>6353198
Less GO
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Rolled 24, 37, 90 - 5 = 146 (3d100 - 5)

>>6353198
VHALE, WE'RE GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU.
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>>6353200
He'd probably enjoy that, the freak
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Rolled 66, 84, 95 - 5 = 240 (3d100 - 5)

>>6353198
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>>6353199
>>6353200
>>6353238
THE ROLLS:
>61, 79, 90
>>6353207
I guess we'll see, won't we? WRITING
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You don’t have to be a mind reader to imagine what happens next. From the sea of roaring flames comes the faintest sound of a blade being drawn, and only some swift LIMBO work gets you out of the way in time! Darting across the ‘ring’ like a burning missile comes Vhale–his attacks heralded by nothing more than the rush of air over his sword and the acrid stench of burnt fuzz and flesh!

Burnt, bruised, but not beaten, the determined Durher seems to grow faster the more you toss him around–so much so that every attempt at a counterattack is swiftly thwarted by the fiendish fencer escaping past into the burning barrier around you before you can begin to retaliate!

Timing his attacks with the whip and roar of the flames, you can’t really predict which way Vhale plans to attack from–some come from behind, others from your flanks, and one particularly-bold strike from the front sends a sharp pain across your cheek courtesy of a glancing blow!

DEFEND WHAT’S YOURS TO YOUR LAST BREATH, ANTON PEAS!” Roars the mobster as he nearly nicks your side in another bold strike! “YOUR WOMAN! YOUR LIFE! NO DOUBTS! NO QUARTER! TO THE LAST DROP OF BLOOD!

Gritting your teeth and gripping your MAGIC SHIELD close, you hear a patch of flames flicker behind you… and with a roar that burns your already-parched throat you whirl around and SLAM your shield straight into your obstinate opponent’s smug face! Before Vhale can recover, you snatch up the smoldering smuggler in a burning hand and stare daggers into his dead eyes!

She’s. NOT. PROPERTY!

Punctuating each word with a shield bash to the gob, you nearly lose your cool when the Cartel Leader throws a burning cape over your face! Rather than pause to remove it, you instead lean into your classic clumsiness and ELBOW DROP the fleeing fencer with all the strength you and gravity can muster!

CCCRRRRUUUUNNNNCCH!!!

Though you and your opponent can weather the heat, the garden around you can’t… and with one last plaintive groan the floor buckles beneath you, sending you both tumbling into a fearsome fray where what few Cartel Goons remain struggle to hold their ground against your Teksoul pals!

“B-Boss!!”

Once one of them notices , they all do–you and Vhale locked in the throes of combat panting like a pair of dogs at the dog park in July!

And Vhale? He’s not looking too good! The usual handicaps aside, you can’t help but notice his left eye–or lack thereof. Whether it’s swollen shut or burned away you couldn’t say, but it doesn’t seem to be bothering him much!

NO ONE INTERVENE!” He snarls as his subordinates rush to enter the fray! “NO ONE!

No one does.

>CONTD.
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>>6353288
Before you can clash once more, however, you feel the air crackle around you as a Teksoul charges up another spell! No sooner do you taste it in your teeth, however, does a shower of ringing rain rip through the room–flash-frying several Spicys AND sending you and Vhale tumbling, tumbling, TUMBLING down to the deepest depths of the manor!

Landing with a sludgy splash in what you can only assume is some kind of cistern, you scarcely stumble to your feet before the Spicy is upon you once more! Pinning you to the puddle with a series of desperate stabs, Vhale’s remaining eye widens with every botched attack!

“Who… who ARE you!?” He sputters, smiling at the absurdity of it all! “WHAT are you!?”

Splashing some fetid water into his face, you scramble away and stumble to your feet just in time to answer!

How do you respond to his questions? Who are you? WHAT are you?
>Anton Peas: Magician!
>Anton Peas: I’m banging your wife!
>Anton Peas: Grilljockey!
>Anton Peas: Human!
>Write-In!
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>I am DARK QUEST #7: It Umberal Comes Crashing Down
And then he dark questered all over
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>>6353291
forgot to remove the trip, but the intent remains
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>>6353290
>Anton Peas: Grilljockey!
I want to sting his ego. He lost to someone who spent a good chunk of his life putting fries in a bag.
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>>6353294
Does he even know what a Grilljockey is?
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>>6353294
+1
>>6353297
He's fixin' ta learn!
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>>6353297
Probably not, but I doubt the concept of a dehumanizing job involving food would be foreign to him. He probably has a bunch of kitchen staff he treats like shit. Dishwashers, for example.

I think if I was a mafia boss, realizing that a random dishwasher was the one who killed me would sting like a bitch.
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>>6353290
>Anton Peas: Grilljockey!
And if he asks "what's that?" We just tell him "nobody important" with a really smug face while we finish this. That will get it across.
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>>6353291
>HE SAID THE LIIIIIINE!!!!
>>6353294
>>6353300
>>6353309
>GRILLJOCKEY
Writing! Might be the last short update for the day... WATCH OUT
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You’re ANTON PEAS, you reply as you tilt your COOL HAT to a more roguish angle, GRILLJOCKEY!

“And what,” Vhale asks as he spits a gob of what you can only assume is bloody spit into the knee-deep pool around you, “Is that?

No one of consequence, you reply, giving your shoulders a nonchalant shrug, which is precisely what HE’S going to be remembered as once you finish up here! The Durher meets your barb and raises you twenty!

”I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying this,” He says as the two of you circle each other, not even trying to hide the fact that you’re both catching your breath, “But all good things must end… Ruusdi, Zoral, it all belongs to me... and I don’t intend to cede my legacy to a…”

Grilljockey, you answer upon watching him raise a curious eyebrow your way, “And if he feels that way then he really oughta stop getting his ass beaten!

“Indeed.” Smirks Vhale as a dangerous glimmer forms in his eye! “Congratulations again, Anton–you’re one of the few opponents that made me work for my victory.”

Debris falls from above and showers the cistern around you. Is that right? Sounds like a pretty exclusive club!

Vhale’s blade slips through the air with grace that doesn’t seem to match the Durher’s heavy breathing. “... You have no idea. Goodbye, Anton.”

>Roll me 7d100-8 (+3 Swift Footwork, +3 Magic Shield, +2 LIMBOOO, +2 Burned Fuzz, LOTSA FIRE, -9 Vhale Fencing, -2 Uneven Terrain, -5 Vhale’s Ambition) to weather the approaching storm! Yep, 7d100-8! Best of 3, folks! Next update'll probably be in 2026!
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Rolled 73, 15, 81, 61, 28, 80, 74 - 8 = 404 (7d100 - 8)

>>6353381
You are strong, Vhale.
But I am beyond strength.
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Rolled 51, 60, 83, 33, 90, 14, 1 - 3 = 329 (7d100 - 3)

>>6353381
WHEN THE WIND IS LOW
AND THE FIRE HOT
THE MAKAAR WAITS TO SEE WHAT ROTS
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>>6353385
See, I wanna say "ah oh nooo a critfail" but the chance of rolling a 1 in 21 dice is like...pretty fucking high. No different than rolling a 1 in a d6.
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>>6353386
It's somewhat fitting that we critfail right in the middle of the climatic fight.
Anton's losing an eye too, ain't he?
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>>6353389
I feel like that would get real annoying given the art of the quest.
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>>6353390
Dark Quest friendly EYEPATCH. Punished Anton...
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>>6353391
You mean like a white eyepatch?
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>>6353386
You didn't think you'd escape Vhale without a souvenir or two, did you? It won't be as bad as it COULD have been, but it'll still be a lil' something. Unless the next roller rolls a hundo, of course!
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Rolled 67, 99, 45, 16, 80, 13, 84 = 404 (7d100)

>>6353381
Alright, first roll of the year, here it go...
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>>6353428
Awww man so close to 100
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Rolled 64, 48, 100, 82, 63, 66, 16 - 7 = 432 (7d100 - 7)

>>6353381
Rollen
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>>6353432
Ouch. Even If you hadn't been too late, the 100 was in the wrong position to cancel that 1 anyway.
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>>6353434
Nyehehe, I think they cancel each other out... in all the fun ways! It's a New Year Miracle! Will write up the havoc later on Thursday! Get excited!
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Oh whoops I didn't see the other roll. Hmm.... but there WAS a 99 in the last one... Gonna have to think on this one, questies
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>>6353445
Th..that is good for us, right? Right?
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You can’t even manage to slip in one last quip before your face is showered in a foul-smelling mist–a product of Vhale’s sudden takeoff from across the cistern! Breaking the sound barrier like a fuzzy fighter jet, you feel the duelist’s attack long before you hear it: a splash of brackish water, a blade ripping across your robe as you half-dodge, half-stumble out of its reach, and of course a ripple and hiss in your opponent’s wake trailing behind him by several seconds!

What started as a graceful dance between two duelists drifts into something resembling a drunk trying to dodge snowflakes in a blizzard–and you’re the drunk! By the time you have your MAGIC SHIELD raised for one strike, three more just barely miss your flank! And Vhale? He doesn’t seem keen on taking a break!

Violent CLANGS reverberate around the flooded arena as you begin to slow down–potent as demonic powers are, you’re starting to feel the wear and tear from so much dodging and fighting… and this is Vhale when Trier ISN’T protecting him!? No fair!

All good things must end, and you’d like to think your ability to dodge all of the Durher’s attacks has been pretty great! Stumbling away from another lunge, your posture stiffens and your eyes widen in shock and pain as you feel a deathly cold metal tip plunge through your side and out through your back!

“That should do it.”

Vhale slows to an abrupt halt as if he’d flicked a switch–his dead eyes looming in front of you like a cat about to stuff his face with a cage full of canaries. “How’s that feel, hm?”

You open your mouth to retort, but a sudden burning sensation RIPS through your wounds as if someone had smothered them in a salt and lemon juice marinade! You try to hold firm, but you’ve been fighting for too long… and with a baleful cry you fall to your knees in a trembling heap!

What… what the HELL is-

“My blade’s been blessed, remember?” Vhale answers as nonchalantly as if you’d asked him when dinner is. “One of my men used to be a Viislan Pathfinder, if you can believe it–didn’t even charge me a bell.”

His eyes narrow as he twists the blessed steel. “Hmm. Could have had him record some prayers too, now that I think on it. Ah well. Funny how these things work out, isn’t it?”

Taking your movement as an attempt to escape, Vhale wiggles his blade around and sneers at the ensuing cry that leaves your lips! “Well go on… aren’t you going to ‘grill’ me? Sear me to a crisp?”

You… you already did, you snigger as you force a weak smile onto your face! He’s… gonna feel that in the morning…

>CONTD.
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>>6353593
“Yes, yes, well-struck,” He shrugs, the movement only deepening the burning pain in your side, “But dipping back into our ‘value’ discussion earlier: you dealt me several blows that my remaining men can heal long before dawn. I only dealt you one... I believe the results speak for themselves.”

Your vision swims as pain creeps through your features. Trier’s… not gonna like thi-

“I couldn’t care less what that fossil ‘likes’.” Vhale flatly replies. “My men recovered those notes from Trimbault. I know how to force him into one body… care to know how?”

Sure, you shrug, not expecting much.

“Well you never will.” The Durher decrees with a glimmer of grim satisfaction in his smirk. “I took your whore, I took the information that would save your soul…” Another twist of the blade wreaks havoc on your insides. “And now I’ll be taking your life. Value, Anton my friend, is determined by how much it is worth to someone else.”

You’ve never seen Vhale look this pleased–you’d be happy for him if he wasn’t such a dick.

“I’ve lost much today, yes… but I’ve gained quite a bit as well.” Slipping the blade from your wound, Vhale flicks it clean before levelling the tip close enough for your eye to feel it hovering just a hair’s-breadth away!

“Oh, and don’t trouble yourself worrying about the girl,” Vhale shrugs as a hot gust from above stings your cheeks, “She’s been playing ‘Spinner’ for some time now, has she not? I’ll be sure to share every detail of your death with her. A fitting bookend to such a childish delusion, wouldn’t you say?”

You wouldn’t say anything. Spitting a bloody gob at the fencer’s sneering face, you aren’t even surprised when he effortlessly flicks your final attack away… but what does surprise you is the WHOOSH of heavy wings from above!

A pair of small, but strong talons clasp your shoulders as Rezalith swoops down to save you! Barely avoiding Vhale’s swipe at her heels, the demon carries you towards the hole you entered from, but stops just short of the lip!

“Another challenger?” He scoffs as Rezzie meets his withering glare with one of her own! “Attack me in any number–the result will be the same. Vhale Nessurmos doesn’t die today!”

As your demonic powers fizzle at your fingertips, you’re about to let loose the wittiest of rebuttals when you feel that familiar tingle of magic in your molars… and notice a familiar set of lime-green eyes peeking over the rim of the hole above!

Vhale notices too, but by the time he does it’s far too late–hissing and crackling like a downed power line in a rainstorm, the magical projectile Tzah-Tzie let loose from the wand she borrowed from Rolo rockets towards the waterlogged arena with deadly purpose… and while you don’t have a blessed blade or more speed than a Greyhound, you do have something Vhale doesn’t:

>CONTD.
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>>6353595
Dry feet.

CRACKATHOOOOOOM!!!!

Lightning courses through the water below with a bellow that makes your face tremble as Vhale roars in uncharacteristic anguish–his remaining eye wide and seemingly ready to burst!

A demure ‘whoops~’ leaves Tzah-Tzie’s lips as she sends ANOTHER thunderbolt into the drink below that thrusts her ‘hubbie’ into a violent dancing fit! Freshly-burnt fuzz mixes with the scent of the fetid pool below and the chaos above, and as the last motes of electricity fizzle free of the water below, you watch as your favorite fuzzball readies another wand blast…

… and pauses.

“Anton, dearest,” She coos as Rezzie mutters an incantation under her breath that begins to mend your wounds, “It’s your ballad–care to do the honors?”

Doesn’t she have any last words she-

No.

You can’t quite seem to produce any HELLFIRE, but you’d be a fool to refuse a lady’s request… Vhale watches you with ragged, raspy breaths–his remaining eye yellow and bloodshot as his mouth moves, but no sound leaves it.

No more banter. No more tricks. No more sneaking around mansions or playing grab-ass with mobsters.

How does ANTON THE UNDYING end The Spice Cartel?

TEMPORARY MALUS: BRANDED–Demon Powers will take a -3 penalty until fully-healed!)
PASTEBIN:https://pastebin.com/xdk5kHyA
>Muster some flames! You can manage!
>Take that blade and show him how to use it!
>Get down there and drown him like a rat!
>You want ANSWERS first! Get him to TALK!
>Hungry, RED?
>Leave it to someone else! (Rezzie? TT?)
>Write-In!
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>>6353596
>needed help to finish him
Anton is officially a FRAUD. Quest instantly dropped.
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>>6353596
>Write in!
You know what would be an incredibly humiliating death for him? Something that has no significance to him. Something completely random.
I say we stuff his face into Biisii’s Bag.
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>>6353596
Another game-winning play by, that's right... Bestgirl

>You want ANSWERS first! Get him to TALK!
"This is your last chance to get revenge on Trier, if you want it. He backstabbed you. I couldn't have beat you without him. You'll be dying either way, but I know you're a spiteful son-of-a-bitch, so what do you say?"

If he agrees,
>Take that blade and show him how to use it!

If he refuses
>Hungry, RED?
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>>6353598
I'd say something about the power of friendship, but you're right... I'm a hackfraud
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>>6353613
Vhale had his goons, but he didn't use them on purpose. He just straight up won. Anton LOST.
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>>6353615
Anton's a grillcuck, he needed his cute and funny and adorable and perfect wife to CARRY him.
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>>6353618
He can't even kill the villain in his own quest. Anton is a clown, a cuck, a fraud, and worst of all, he's a LOSER and he LOST.

He should commit Seppuku immediately.
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>>6353619
t. Vhale
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>>6353619
I mean you'll probably have to do this if you wanna earn the Bushido Ending and unlock the alternate routes
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>>6353599
+1. Shove his head in the bag.
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>>6353622
It is the only way he can restore his honor after having to be carried out of his own climactic fight.
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>>6353599
>>6353623
>BAG 'EM AND TAG 'EM
>>6353602
>LAST CHANCE TO BE A PRICK, VHALE
>>6353619
>COMMIT NINTENDO
Writing!
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Rezalith drops you back in a muck a little rougher than you anticipated, but your aching knees are the least of your concerns right now! RED remains unusually silent as you approach your duel buddy–the Durher’s battered and blistered face remaining admirably impassive as he watches you approach.

Over… so soon?” He hisses, his perpetually-cocky tone clinging to his rattling, wispy voice for dear life, “I was… just beginning to…

Enjoy himself? The mafioso slowly nods, sending an unsettling series of crackles into the darkness of the cistern. A hollow ‘sorry’ leaves your lips as you rummage around in the pockets that survived his assault despite all odds…

They… will seek vengeance…” Vhale wheezes as your hands find what they’re looking for. “Unorganized… uncoordinated… senseless…

Then they can get in line, you reply as your hand emerges holding BIISII’S BAG, but they’ll know who they’re dealing with… and they’ll get exactly what they deserve. Your declaration earns a weak laugh that rattles what remains of Vhale’s broken body.

Guard it well…” He croaks as his remaining eye blinks with an uncanny crunch. “Your… wealth…

You will, you reply, and you won’t be doing it alone–as if on-cue, Rezzie and The Catthing touch down just a way’s away from where you are–the latter’s eyes widened, but weary from the night’s events, the former’s burning into yours as if giving you permission to kill.

Opening the magical bag wide enough to fit someone’s head in, you leave the leader of the cartel with one last farewell–he did the same for you, you reason as he doesn’t shy away from the bag, you figure you should do the same.

For a moment, all is calm–Vhale’s head sits in the bag like a horse fitted with blinders–but just when Rezalith opens her mouth to object, you feel the enchanted object LEAP from your hands and violently heave Vhale into the air!

Muffled screams fill the cistern–stifled, but sincere–as the Durher’s battered body is whipped back and forth like a gazelle being torn to shreds by a gator! So violently is the Carteler dispatched, in fact, that you can’t help but stumble backwards a bit as your friends watch quietly from afar–both of them mesmerized as the tormentor receives what you hope is a just punishment!

It’s over in seconds, but the resulting silence lasts for what feels like ages! When the bag finally falls limp in the tepid water, you give it another moment before daring to pick it up again… but when you do-

OOF!

Small arms wrap your waist in a tight embrace as a familiar face presses itself into your side–-Tzah-Tzie. She doesn’t cry as her trembling form leans into you, nor does she laugh, joke, shout your name… even Rezzie can’t help but avert her eyes as you run a hand through the Durher’s matted, but sweet-scented hair!

>CONTD.
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>>6353662
Tzah-Tzie, you begin, softening your tone as if you were worried you’d startle her, it’s over. The declaration sends her watery eyes up to meet yours.

You came…” She murmurs, warmth and whimsy creeping back into her face, “You… you actually came!

Yea, well, you reply with a soft smirk of your own, you gave her a ‘Tzah-Tzie Guarantee’, so-

Stupid…” Tzah-Tzie mutters, relinquishing the death-grip around your waist for a moment to smack herself in the head, “Shoulda’ known it wasn’t you… I left without a word… and you came after me… and you almost… almost!-

Hey, you interject as the girl falls into a trembling fit, you’re fine now! You saved her tail, she saved yours! Even-Stevens!

I helped too.”

Yea, you add with an emphatic nod, Rezzie tore this place to shreds for Tzah-Tzie, didn’t she? The devil turns away as her cheeks turn a shade redder.

“... Who can say when one gets lost in the slaughter?

Before you can get roped into another aimless argument, a chunk of ceiling the size of an RV slams into the muck just a few feet away from you… and based on the sound of groaning masonry above, you can bet more of its friends are on the way! TT, you begin as you shift back into mission mode, is she good to trav-

“Yep!” She chirps as she scampers over to where Vhale fell to his knees, “Definitely gonna break down later tonight, but shock and impending doom are doing a real good job motivating me!” Picking her ex’s blade out from the water, the girl scampers back over to you and Rezzie as the latter tests her wings!

Does… is she really planning on bringing that?

“Course I am!” She counters as if you’d just sprouted bat wings, “Prick’s dead, isn’t he? Might as well inherit something!”

Point taken. As the sky continues to fall around you, Rezalith wraps you and TT in a tight embrace before lifting you into the air…

The question is, where to?
>Follow the Teksouls out!
>Just LEAVE! This place is coming down!
>That airship Rolo arrived in… might be worth checking out!
>Write-In!
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>>6353664
>That airship Rolo arrived in… might be worth checking out!
Gotta grab some goodies if we can.
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>>6353664
>That airship Rolo arrived in… might be worth checking out!
We should STEAL it

Imagine how cool it'll be to have an airship
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>>6353664
>That airship Rolo arrived in… might be worth checking out!
Gotta get back for the concert's grand finale!
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>>6353664
>That airship Rolo arrived in… might be worth checking out!
Step out of the airship, sir, I am commandeering this vessel for Great Justice
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>>6353678
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>>6353664
>That airship Rolo arrived in… might be worth checking out!
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>>6353667
>>6353675
>>6353676
>>6353678
>>6353757
>GET TO THE AIRSHIIIIP
Splendid idea--let's see how it pays off for him, folks! Will write the result on Friday, but speaking of results:

>Roll me 1d100+5 (+5 Vhale Vanquished, +3 All The World's A Stage, +3 Sneaky Leather Armor, +3 TT Leads The Way, +3 Rezzie Speed, -5 Mansion Crumbling, -4 Lotsa Hellfire, -3 Mooks On The Way) to get there safely! Best o' 3!
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Rolled 1 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>6353761
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>>6353766
oh no
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>>6353766
Say it with me, folks! One! More! TIME!
https://youtu.be/uJV-pfsx_UM
Got any 100's in those next two rolls? I hope so!
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Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>6353761
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Rolled 21 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>6353761
Welp. Anton is fucking dead.
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>>6353766
>>6353815
>>6353820
>CRITFAIL
Seppuku Ending coming up
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No time quite like the present–you got what you came for… but as your demon departs from the cistern you realize there’s even more to be gained here!

Hey, you begin, raising your voice as another chunk of flooring crumbles and sends a host of cartel goons tumbling down to where you just came from, before we leave-

“We’re leaving right now, moron.” The fiend frowns as she nonchalantly backhands a falling cartel creep, “That’s the best part about flying–you can just go UP.

“She’s got a point….” TT adds with clear assent in her expression! Right, you shrug, but you keep hearing about this airship thing Rolo arrived on-

“Ooh, yea!” Tzah-Tzie exclaims, eyes widening to saucer-size! “Didn’t get a chance to loot that yet! And imagine the entrance we could make at the concert! Let’s go!”

… Yet?

Rezalith politely lets a Teksoul stomp by before adding her thoughts. “Won’t that be where all of these weaklings are rushing off to?”
Yea, you shrug, does she have a problem with that? The demon weighs your words for a solid second.

“No… Alright, I’m in.”

Tearing through the mansion’s crumbling remains like a child fleeing a deflating bouncy castle, the three of you make a dramatic entrance in three completely random rooms before you finally find the HANGAR--a room so massive in scale its metal walls echo with each flap of Rezalith’s wings!

Why did Vhale have so many rooms made of pillows?

“Anto?” TT murmurs as her eyes drift downwards, “Company.”

The cattthing isn’t wrong, and neither was Rezzie–a gaggle of Cartelers stare up at you with mouths agape and eyes wide, yet none of them dare make a move as your crew descends to the cold, metallic floor with the grace of a fallen angel!

All eyes are upon you as you lead the charge towards what you assume is the airship… the fact that you’re still standing tells the survivors everything they need to know, and if Vhale’s last warning was to be believed, these guys’ll try to enact revenge on you down the line…

But tonight? They just watch. All of them save for one observer far from the front of the crowd slow-clapping as the hangar rocks on its sturdy, but still very vincible foundations!

“Impressive, ANTON….” Purrs an unfamiliar voice as its owner strides to the front of the pack–a shockingly-softspoken Skog with a purple eye and a scarred smile! Sixface, you groan as TT’s eyes widen in shock next to you, the game’s over! Vhale’s deader than disco! Hit the bricks, idiot!

>CONTD.
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>>6353872
Sixface?” Sneers the Skog as he comes to a stop between you and your getaway vehicle, “No, no, no, my friend… you see, you may have bested Sixface’s FIRST, THIRD, and FOURTH-ranked assassin proteges… but a professional doesn’t hang up their hat when their contractor croaks… especially when-”

Please don’t…

“When they’re MUUT’RASH THE PATIENT: Sixface’s SECONDMOST-powerful assassin!” Explains the Skog with a hearty laugh! “And yes, I HAVE been waiting for you!”

“Ough, I’ve heard of this guy…” Groans a trembling-eyed Tzah-Tzie as she takes cover behind your leg with her new wand drawn, “Skog durability meets the patience of an Oadan Tidewatcher… Dangerous combination, Antie.”

Drawing what sounds like some kind of mace, Muut’rash drives the surrounding Spicys away by spinning it around in a flurry of flourishes before pointing its business end in your direction!

“Anton Peas,” he begins as he raises a well-groomed, yet somewhat scuffed-up eyebrow, “I challenge you… to a DUEL!

https://youtu.be/pXHE2MH9vLU

Crud, he isn’t even waiting for you to accept–what a cad! What do?
>HELLFIRE! (Warning: still Branded!)
>Stay at range and get ‘em with Throwing Knives!
>You’ve got that POISONED BLADE–slip through his defenses and stab!
>Rezzie, kill this guy.
>TT, BLAST ‘EM!
>Wait, let’s talk for a sec here!
>Let him come to you, then PARRY!
>Stay Silent! He’ll Think You Disappeared!
>Write-In!
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>>6353873
>You’ve got that POISONED BLADE–slip through his defenses and stab!
Let's see your regen cope with POISON, punk!
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>>6353899
Isn't regen specifically good against poison?
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>>6353873
>You’ve got that POISONED BLADE–slip through his defenses and stab!
Duel, smuel. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die.
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>>6353901
I'm guessing the logic is that his system would be too busy dealing with the poison to also deal with the stab.
But also, we're probably stabbing him with something sharp. It really just depends on what flavor of stabbing we wanna do.
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>>6353904
Well, we don't have anything else, I guess
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>>6353899
>>6353902
>POISSSOOOOONNNNN
Writing!
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The mansion may be crumbling around you, but you took care of Vhale–Skog or no, you can handle a punk like this!

Unsheathing your POISONED BLADE from your apparently blade-sized pocket, you motion for your opponent to ‘bring it’... and then repeat your challenge verbally when you remember no one can see anything!

“HEH… this oughta’ be worth the wait!” Smacking his mace against the metal floor to the delight of your captive audience, the Skog lumbers over to meet your challenge with fresh fire in his defiant eyes!

You’re just about to go another twelve updates when your most patience-deficient pal divebombs the would-be duelist and punts him across the hangar like a mace-wielding wiffle ball! Screaming in shock, the stoical Skog sails spinning through the air before hitting the far wall with a resounding CLANG!

https://youtu.be/r6JK-gRELI0
https://youtu.be/iDLmYZ5HqgM

REZZIE, you hiss, eyes wide and teeth clenched as you stare daggers at the demon, what the FRICK!? That’s TWO duels messed up now! The girl meets your gaze with an equally-irate glare!

“Have you ever had a thought in your short, pathetic life? Ever?” She snarls as the Spicys idle in place like kids left in the check-out line at the grocery store, “The Snack is due to perform, remember?”

“Oh yea! Perform!” Nods TT with an emphatic nod! “Nearly forgot!”

You open your mouth to protest when it hits you: Rez, you frown, she’s… she’s giving up a slaughter for Tzah-Tzie’s Tzah-Tsake! The fiend frowns.

“Yea? So?”

Is… is she okay? The look she responds with convinces you to drop the subject! With no one leaping at the chance to stop you, you follow Tzah-Tzie past the befuddled goons up a ramp–its edges marked by a series of small pylons that give off a faint static buzz!

“This way, I think!”

Scampering ahead, your freed fuzzball leads you deeper into the belly of what feels like a yacht-sized mechanical beast! Knowing Rolo, however, you’d be more surprised if the fat punk didn’t travel like an oil baron’s spoiled son…

You’re about halfway down the corridor when your guide is cut off by a large, toothy mouth accompanied by a pair of bulbous teal eyes shielded by some kind of mechanic’s goggles!

“OI!” Croaks the Mox, “What in blazes do ya’ think yer’ doin’, scarperin’ around my Starcutter!?”

You manage to slip Rezalith a look that says ‘well?’ before Tzah-Tzie spins up an answer!

“The Boss is dead and the mansion’s collapsing, Joji! We gotta go!”

The Moxchanic takes a moment to digest the girl’s words. “‘Zat right? Well heck, find a bulkhead and hold tight, then!”

>CONTD.
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>>6353943
Scurrying off long before you or anyone else can shank him, the Mox leaves you and your fellow escapees standing in the ship corridor like very confused statues! ‘Joji’? She knows this guy?

TT jolts at your sudden question! “Oh yea! Got a tour of the place when they took me here–thought it was a bit weird at the time, but–”

Before you can continue the discussion, a curt, raspy voice blares across what you can only assume is the ship’s Speakerstone systems!

Loading Deck Prox Sensors’re picking up bootsteps–Shuuri’s a big gal, but she can’t carry an army! Mind tellin’ yer friends they’ll have to find another ride? I’d do it myself, but the defense turrets aren’t primed, ramp switch is in the cargo hold, an’ I just have so much trouble telling people ‘no’...

Understandable! Leading the charge back the way you came, you find yourself face-to-face with about twelve Spice Cartelers as they sheepishly pause their boarding action upon seeing you reappear!

No one dares move–Tzah-Tzie posts up behind you with Rolo’s wand while Rezzie takes point. None of the mobsters have turned violent yet, but you saw them in action before–these are mages, soldiers, and killers…

What do?
>Let them aboard!
>Tell ‘em to go away!
>Rezzie?
>Make an example of one of them!
>Find that Dock Control and raise the ramp! They'll move, probably!
>Ventriloquism! Is that ANOTHER airship?
>Write-In!
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>>6353944
>Tell ‘em to go away!
If you run, you might be able to make it.
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>>6353944
>Tell ‘em to go away!
"If you stay on this ship, you're gonna be stuck with us. We killed Vhale, we just trashed Muut'rash, and we will mop you clowns for a bit of in-flight entertainment. If you run away right now, you have a chance to make it out alive."
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>>6353947
>>6353949
+1

>>6353944
DM, I move we roll for intimidation, lol!
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>>6353947
>>6353949
>>6353961
>INTIMIDATE!
Hoo boy, let's see how this one goes...
>Roll me 1d100+10 (+3 All The World's A Stage, +5 Spooky Rezzie, +3 Good Write-In, +7 Vhale Dead, -4 Mansion Collapsing, -4 Numbers Disadvantage) to claim your ride! Best o' 3!
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Rolled 13 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>6353993
git oot
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Rolled 77 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>6353993
CAN WE GET ANOTHER NAT 1, FELLAS????
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Rolled 77 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>6353993
I am terrified to roll after last time, but someone must...
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>>6353994
>>6353997
>>6353998
>HIGHEST ROLL: 87!
Drat... guess you live for NOW... writing~
>>6353998
Good... good... FEAR is what drives me!
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>>6353998
>>6353999
>>6353999
That's not just an 87, that's a DOUBLES
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>>6354000
You're right... time to kill Anton TWICE as hard
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There’s more than one way to skin a cat–and even more to deal with this gaggle of goons trying to crash your ride… but they know what you’ve done. YOU know what you’ve done. And they know that you know that they know what you’ve done!

Needless to say, the words come easy: anyone that takes another step up this ramp, you begin, calling upon your post-duel fatigue to really pump up the anger in your tone, is going to be stuck with you.

Sensing your intent, Tzah-Tzie draws Vhale’s Blade to drive the point home–you’re not sure if it’ll work given the darkness and all, but the sound of it being drawn seems to work well enough! Stricken with fresh horror, the remaining hoodlums stand frozen like frightened statues as you make your final remarks!

Vhale is dead. Rolo and Sixface are AWOL, His Twin Floozies? Devil chow. Muut’rash is probably concussed and someone should definitely make sure he doesn’t go to sleep, and you’ve still got plenty of anger left in the tank that you’re just dying to take out on any would-be heroes!

Picking a set of eyes out from the crowd, you bare your teeth and conjure what little flames you can form on your fingers to really drive the point home! Stay here, you conclude, and your good pal Rezzie here’ll be picking your gristle from between her teeth before they can say ‘Uncle’.

But if they run, you add in a softer tone, they can probably still grab the next train outta’ town. Alive.

They don’t even need a minute to think on it. Good thing, too–a squeal of steam reverberates across the hangar as the bulk of your would-be travel buddies departs from the ramp… and with a violent shake the airship begins to lift off the landing pad propelled by a quartet of massive steam jets!

Gripping a nearby wall, you breathe a shaky sigh of relief as you watch the mobster’s eyes begin to grow smaller below you. Despite it all, you think as you turn to smile at Rezzie and a still-trembling Tzah-Tzie, you did it–

AAAAAANNNNTTTT!!!!!

The sudden shriek nearly sends you tumbling out of the open cargo bay! Following it to its source, a fresh pit wells up in your chest as you locate its owner!

REZ! ANTON! W-WAIT UP! DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE ME BEHIND!

A pair of lime green eyes attached to a petite body rush to catch your ride–their owner shoving and weaving through the maze of departing cartel goons like a football player working their way to the endzone! The panic in her eyes at the sight of you departing is only matched by the confusion in your own–if she’s down there, then–

“Hells!” Whines the Tzah-Tzie behind you with Rolo’s wand in hand, “It’s them, Anton! SIXFACE!

“Wh-what the…” Rezzie mutters as she too struggles to make sense of the situation, “But… is it really-”

>CONTD.
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The Tzah-Tzie down below reacts long before you can! Making her way towards the landing pad, the frazzled fuzzball flags down a few of the departing goons!

“Hey, ugly! Help a girl out, wouldja?!”

A few mooks with low self-esteem pause at her request, and after sharing a shrug they pick the Spinner up in their arms and fling her your way!

“W-wait!”

Tzah-Tzie prime aims her wand, but it’s too late–her airborne copy comes crashing on top of her like a sack of fuzz, sending Rolo’s wand rattling across the loading ramp over to you!

“Ouughh…” Groaning from her hasty flight, the new TT’s eyes widen in horror when she realizes who cushioned her fall! “W-what the–”

Tzah-Tzie Classic doesn’t wait for permission! Snarling like a dog defending a bowl of food, the Tzah-Tzie that accompanied you wastes no time in attacking her counterpart, and like two territorial squirrels the furballs let the fuzz fly in an all-out brawl!

Hello!? Gettin’ some readings on the prox sensors back there… need me ta’ warm up those turrets?

You don’t know if the airship pilot can hear you respond, but you answer anyway with a befuddled ‘no?’

“So,” Rezzie begins as she joins you in watching the Durhers wrestle, “Have any of those cowardly, non-violent plans you love so much rolling around in that fat head for yours? Or shall I take care of this?”

You know one thing for certain: you do NOT want Rezzie to take care of this! Not keen on wading into the fuzzy fray, you instead cut things short with a shrill whistle that stops the TTs dead in their tracks!

“OowwwW…” Groans TT Prime–the one you boarded the airship with– “That hurts my ears, y’know!”

“YOUR ears!?” TT Two incredulously asks! “Save it for someone who’s buying it, you sneaky freak!”

“Says the one who’s parading around in MY body!” Counters Prime with a fresh frown on her face! “Well don’t get too comfy–Anton here’s gonna’ flip you off this ship like an omelette!”

“The only one who’s disembarking here is YOU, faker!” Snarls the Second Spinner! “You were pretty slick when you lured me out before, but I’m ready for it this time!”

Ladies-

“The only thing you should be ready for is a WHALLOPING!”
“Oh believe me, I’ve been waiting for this all night!”
“Me too!”
“WELL ME TOO!”


LADIES! Your second attempt bears far more fruit–sensing their shared dilemma, both Tzah-Tzie’s Tzah-Tzurn to face you wearing the nicest expressions they can muster!

“Anton~” Purrs Prime with a bat of her eyelashes, “You saw how I helped you in the cistern! Would that smug shapeshifter really help you ice their own boss like that!?”

Tzwo-Tzie’s eyes widen as she realizes what her counterpart is saying. “V-Vhale is… h-he’s… you got him!?”

>CONTD.
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>>6354020
“That’s right–you’re officially unemployed!” Chirps Prime with a sly smirk! “So why not do us all a favor and take a dive, hm? Ooh, do a flip!”

Tzah-Tzie the Tzah-Tzecond looks your way with wide, watery eyes! “A-Ant…” She stammers, posture stiffening at the news, “I… I was with you in the ballroom when you lit it up-”

“Hey, so was I!” Prime interjects as her eyes start to tremble! “Because that was ME! Where were you during that scrape anywho, hmm? Probably scuttling about to prepare for your grand entrance!”

“I… I went back to Vhale’s room…” Mutters the Second! “I needed to-”

“Grab some poison? A Blastcap, perhaps?” Asks Prime! “It’d be easy to eliminate Anton and the others once you got them all alone on an airship, wouldn’t it!?” Turning her eyes your way, Tzah-Tzie the First takes a few uneasy steps away from her twin! “Don’t let her reach her pockets, Anton! She could blow us all to smithereens!”

“Ask me anything!” The Second shouts, her weary eyes widening with worry! “I’ll answer it perfectly! That’s a Tzah-”

“A Tzah-Tzie guarantee… please, you really think you can just recite that stuff?” Scoffs the First! “You might be able to copy my looks, sweetheart, but you can’t imitate experience! And Anton and I?” The Durher casts a hungry glance up and down your body. “We have LOTS of that…”

“Sure you do!” Groans the Second with a roll of her eyes as the airship emerges into the cold, night air! “You wanna talk bedroom trivia? Bring it on!”

You never thought you’d be in a situation like this, but a part of you kinda wished you did–two Tzah-Tzies stand on the loading ramp… but which one could be the real McCoy? One thing’s for certain–you can’t afford to mess this up! TT might be catlike, but you doubt she can survive a fall from your current height!

The question is, how do you determine who’s who?

>Tell me something only the REAL Tzah-Tzie would know! (Category?)
>What’s in your pockets right now?
>Describe the gang! Who are they? Where’d they come from?
>Think up a lie–see if they can see through it!
>Timelines! Tell me everything that happened leading up to this point from their perspectives!
>Any ideas, Rezzie?
>You already know who the real one is! (Who is real? The Cistern-Assister or the Late-Boarder?)
>Why choose? Can’t you just keep both of ‘em?
>Write-In!
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>>6354021
>Why choose? Can’t you just keep both of ‘em?
Quadruple Ts...

Just kidding, of course.
>Think up a lie–see if they can see through it!
Talk about OUR world in a way only the real Tzah Tzie would know.
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Fucking farting piss..........

I will say I think TT grabbing Vhale's sword felt a bit uncharacteristic to me, not terribly so, but definitely a little odd. With that blessing on it, would definitely give Sixface an additional edge if it came to blows.

I need to think on this.
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>>6354021
>Imagine having two TTs, at the same time
And then +1 to >>6354023 sure
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>>6354032
>two TTs at the same time
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>>6354021
I mean I know how we could solve it here and now, since they brought up bedroom experience, but sadly this isn't akun
With that:

>Think up a lie–see if they can see through it! Talk about OUR world.
I'm going with this since I don't have a solid gut feeling on who we should target. Prime feels like she's trying a bit too hard, and she did grab the sword. It's almost comical imagining Sixface giving us fuck-me-eyes to sell the illusion, though.
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>>6354021
I'm leaning towards Prime, because she did help us kill Vhale. She electrocuted him when she could have just as easily turned that wand on us and Rezalith to save the day. Plus, Vhale was being so smug about having her in his clutches...

But no reason not to play it safe.

>Tell me something only the REAL Tzah-Tzie would know!
"What was my living situation back on my home planet like?"

I can't think of any way the Cartel could know we ended our relationship on a bad note and were living with a professional game-player.
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>>6354042
Given she knows about "Tzah Tzie Guarantee" it's easy to say she knows quite a lot.
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>>6354044
Huh? No way. That's just a thing TT says all the time in public. We've only talked about our ex-girlfriend and roommate, like, to one person in any depth, and in private. Some of the details were only discussed post-coital, in a room where it was just us and TT.
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>>6354038
>>6354042
>>6354044
Could Sixface have some kind of magic/talisman/something that would allow them to have the requisite insight to bluff past a move like this? I think it's at least possible.

>Write-in
Disarm them both, restrain them both, then while you ride out of here, you and Rez can take turns quizzing them until one cracks. If that doesn't work, we bring them both to someone or something that can see through Sixface's chicanery....

I am leaning towards the Cistern-Assister being Sixface. I think it does make sense for them to have helped bump off Vhale - things felt hairy for us, but on the outside I think it was probably looking more one-sided and it was the best opportunity to appear loyal and get in close. I think even if they could've used Rolo's wand on us instead, that was more of a gamble - if we can hang ten with Vhale and his sword, we can contend with Sixface and a wand, right? Deception would be a more reliable means to our (violent) end.
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>>6354055
That's why I want specifically to lie in such a way that it would take someone who KNOWS us to answer correctly, rather than merely having the knowledge. Personality, so to say.
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>>6354044
One thing I'll say and then I'll shut up and check in on the vote on Saturday: Ant definitely said that line right after Vhale got bagged, so...
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Actually y'know what? Let's test 'em NOW! That'll give you guys more context for Saturday, right? I know, I know, my heart's just so damn big....

>6354023
>6354032
>6354038
>Lie about your world! Try to catch 'em!
>6354032
>Two TTs... imagine...
>6354042
>Ask about your living situation on your home planet!
>6354055
>Rezzie?

Writing! Also apologies for the lack of tagging--4chan's doing that thing where it thinks responding to voters is spam again. It ain't easy being questy...
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As your mind wanders dangerously close to the prospect of keeping both of the Tzah-Tzies, one particularly persistent brain cell gives the rest a good slap with a clever idea! You know as much about Kahlualeyliwhatevers as you do piloting an airship in a lightless world, but there’s one thing you’re almost certain of:

The shapeshifter can’t possibly know EVERYTHING TT knows! Not without absorbing her brains, right? It’s a gamble, sure, but so is being confronted by two identical copies of your girlfriend and having to choose which one to punt off the ship! It’s worth a shot, right?

Everyone just calm down, you begin, prompting both of the fuzzballs to relax a bit. You know exactly how you’re gonna figure this out, so Rezzie? Please stop drooling over the Tzah-Tzies.

“Tch… spoilsport.”

Thanks.

“Lay it on me, Ant,” Two-Tzie begins with a glimmer in her eye, “You know me–my memory’s second-to-none!”

“Second to me, actually!” Scoffs Prime with an equally-glimmering gaze! “Given that I’m the real Tzah-Tzie, that is!”

Oh brother… okay, you sigh, this one shouldn’t be too tricky… for the REAL Tzah-Tzie, that is! TTs, you begin after politely clearing your throat, a while back you told her about something very, very important about your homeworld… something you deemed innately human–so human, in fact, that had it not existed, you would not want to be human!

“Oho~” Prime purrs, “I see where this is going!”

You’re happy to hear it, you reply as you give the girl a sly wink! So, you continue as even Rezalith leans in to learn, what was Tzah-Tzie’s opinion on that human delicacy…

SANDY SEASHELLS?!

Both catthings recoil at the name, but only one of them dares to reply!

“An underrated seaside treat!” Giggles Prime as she puffs out her modest chest! “They look like shells buried beneath a blanket of spice and herb, not to mention a heaping helping of special, tangy sauce!” A sly grin replaces Tzah-Tzie Prime’s excited one. “That’s a little tricky though, Anton–you call it a delicacy, but you wouldn’t find it served at an upper-cruster soiree, now would you? Sneaky, sneaky!”

“Yea…” Two nods, her face sculpted in pure concentration, “For the PHONY that is!”

THAT gets Prime’s attention! “Hm? Am I wrong?”

“I’ll let Ant be the judge of that…” Grins TTwo with a flick of her tail! “I’ll admit my knowledge of his dining preferences are spotty at best, but that’s because I’ve been feeding the big lug almost ever since he came to Zoral… and what can I say? He’s no picky eater!”

“Gee, you’re really winning us over here…” Scoffs her counterpart as her tail slaps the ramp! “‘He’s not a picky eater’! Color me convinced!”

>CONTD.
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“You’ve got me there,” Shrugs the Second with a wry smirk, “But that isn’t what bothered me… see, I’ve heard that name before when Ant and I talked about Earth… and it wasn’t about food!”

Oh? Then what was it? Seeing her cue, Tzah-Tzecond takes a deep, deep breath before belting out a rapid-fire response!

“While the name ‘Sandy Seashells’ could certainly refer to some overpriced seaside snack thrown together in some salty shoreside bodega, the first thing that comes to mind is not the potential meal, but the ARTIST! Sandy ‘Seashells’ Saervich is a human musician known for three things: his elaborate covers of contemporary and modern tunes composed with his trusty ‘key board’ and a string instrument known as a ‘ukelele’, his habit of wearing light, colorful beachwear during performances, and most importantly his ritual of throwing seashells into the crowd at concerts!”

The girl starts pacing, much to Prime’s confusion.

“He wasn’t always ‘Seashells’, though–Sarvich began his musical career as a ‘bassist’ with another band Anton frequently listens to: ‘THE HONEYMOONERS’--a band he described as counterculture and rebellious–punk–that played gigs dressed in costumes that made them look like a famous creature in human culture…” Tzah-Tzie pauses to steal a curious glance your way. “‘Were-wolfs’, did I say that right?”

Before you can answer, the Durher cuts herself off with a shake of her head! “Right, can’t give hints! Back to the point: between shows Saervich would compose covers of other songs in order to cope with the stress of touring with singer/songwriter Benny Meeks–a talented human, to be sure, but Anton described him as ‘a bit of a dick’. Well, once Saervich started moonlighting at clubs under his ‘Sandy Seashells’ persona, it just stuck! So much so, in fact, that the bands he was writing covers for started giving him their blessings–they even collaborated with him on a few hits like ‘Grave Tidings’ and ‘Sea What Happens’!”

Coming to a halt in the center of the ramp, T2 concludes with a spirited twirl before delivering her closing statements! “But the magic behind Sandy Seashells isn’t his easygoing nature or ‘go-with-the-flow’ philosophy… it’s that whenever Ant feels down in the dumps…”

Her lime green eyes lock with yours–they’re a perfect fit.

“‘Sandy Seashells is always there to guide me back to shore.’” She pauses as a warm smile forms on her face. “... That’s what you told me, Ant. Right down to the last word.”

Silence falls across the dock save for the roar of the airship’s steam engines and the rush of brisk wind caressing your cheeks. Prime stands stiller than a statue, eyes twitching as she contemplates a rebuttal. And Two?

She looks just as cocky and pretty as the day you met her in that crowded tavern.

>CONTD.
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>>6354128
“So,” She smiles as she cocks her head to the side, “Which one was it?”

What do?
>Prime’s Sixface! Get her!
>You have another question, actually…
>Two knows too much… She’s Sixface!
>Rezzie, thoughts?
>Write-In!
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>>6354129
You’re just about to pick a really, really good choice when a pained choke erupts from Two-Tzie’s lips! Sensing something amiss, you rush forward to assist, but double-back when you hear something akin to a German Shepard-sized centipede scuttling across the deck your way! LIMBOING out of harm’s reach, you grit your teeth as both Rezzie and TT wriggle in the grasp of…

Something. And its origin?

“Figures your little pet would show up right in the nick of time… shoulda’ twisted her pretty head off when I had the chance… Rookie mistake~”

The Durher Doppelganger closes her eyes as she stretches her neck sending a series of unsettling cracks out into the night breeze! When she opens them again, however, they’re the same smug blue you glimpsed in the mansion lobby…

SIXFACE!

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out!” Snickers the shapechanger as your friends continue to writhe in the grasp of her unseen extra appendages! “Well, one of them, at least. I’d tell you my real one, but you might not have enough tongues to pronounce it right.” A weak squeak leaves TT’s lips as the doppelganger’s tendril tightens around her.

“But here’s a fun bit of trivia before you all die: ‘Sixface’ is the shorthand version of my real name… which roughly translates to ’It Steals And Stalks The Peat And Bogs Six Skins It Wears With Dried Clay Beneath Its Claws’...”

The name hits you like some kind of spell, and the words are amplified by the stony, wide-eyed face the shapeshifter wears as she stares you down with snakelike eyes.

“See why I use shorthand? Can’t print all that on company memos, can we?” She chirps, abandoning her predator-like poise for her usual carefree demeanor!

They won’t be printing anything, you counter as your hand hovers above your pocket! The Cartel’s done–Vhale’s dead!

“I know he is–I was there, remember?” She scoffs, giving Rezalith a warning squeeze.

Yea, you smirk, pretty dumb of her to leave you alive! The shapechanger answers with a noncommittal shrug.

“Your pet demon was still around… and maybe I wanted Vhale dead.” Another crack escapes the Durher’s body, but this one comes from somewhere else… one of her limbs, maybe? “Say what you will about the dour prick, I didn’t want to take my chances against him in a fight even if he was winded by your little ‘duel’.”

You’re about to press her further when the sound of magic hits your ear–LIMBOING just in time to let a sparking spell whiz above your head!

“Surprise, you cheeky CUNT!” All eyes dip deeper down the airship’s corridor as the caster emerges from the shadows–orange eyes, gaudy jewelry, and a fresh wand dangling from his claw…

ROLO! Man, quite the crowd on this ship, huh? You hope they have enough lifeboats...

>CONTD.
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“Thought you could sic your hellhound on my girls AND filch my ride, ey?” He snarls as he stops a healthy distance away from you all, “Not on my bloody watch, you slipper-”

All the bravado vacates the Molegg’s voice as his eyes fall upon Sixface. “... Oh. Figures you’d survive. This your big takeover, then?”

Sixface shrugs. “Rolo. Still fat, disgusting, and breathing, I see. And yes… yes it is.”

The Molegg spits on the dock floor. “Just my rotten luck. And The Boss, he-”

“Dead. With help from Anton here.” She answers grinning like a cat that just caught the canary! To your surprise Rolo doesn’t balk at the news–quite the opposite, in fact!

“Couldn’ta happened to a nicer prick… I want Crossroads. Hundo-percentlike.”

“Forty.”

“Ninety.”

“Thirty.”

Fuck off...”

Amidst the negotiations, TT makes her move! Plunging a blade into Sixface’s tendril, the Durher somersaults across the deck and takes position at your side as she draws a wand of her own! Where’d she-

Later.” She hisses. Rezzie, however, is a bit late on the uptake–doubly-so when her shapeshifter captor points a familiar BLESSED BLADE at her throat!

“What’s wrong?” Sixface chirps as Rolo trains his wand on you, “Need some attention?”

They’re gonna need some in a minute, you fire back! Medical attention! TT groans.

“Slippery bastard’s right,” Rolo remarks as he eyes you warily, “Won’t be able to negotiate none if he melts this ship inta’ scrap…”

“He won’t be a problem. This little trinket made certain of that.” Sixface sighs as she twirls Vhale’s blade close to Rezalith’s neck. “Not without difficulty, at least.”

Rolo grunts as he eyes the hellspawn. “... And her?”

“Insurance, Rolo Dearest.” The shapeshifter replies in a singsong tone. “Take her. I’ll scrap the ship–they can go down with it.” Her blue eyes shift over to yours. “Sorry to deprive you of another duel, but I’m not Vhale–I don’t intend to lose everything in some misguided ‘final clash’.”

“Running away again?” Scoffs a smiling TT at your side, “Try a new trick once in a while–that one’s getting old.”

“‘Old’, yes… that’s what I intend to become now that Vhale’s out of the way…” Sixface sneers, clearly rankled by the Spinner’s barb. “Old, wealthy, and very, very prosperous. Shame you won’t be there to witness it.”

>CONTD.
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>>6354134
As the shapeshifter moves to hand Rezzie off to Rolo, you recall that the demon has a few spells under her belt–one more distraction oughta’ do it…

What’s the plan?
PASTEBIN:https://pastebin.com/xdk5kHyA
>Drop something loud on the deck!
>Throw Something! (At Who? And What?)
>Shout an order to your new Mox pal!
>Ventriloquism: a newcomer appears from the shadows!
>Throw Tzah-Tzie! (At Who?)
>Taunt the Cartel Members! Get their attention!
>BIISII’S BAG!
>HELLFIRE anyways! It probably won’t burn the ship, right?
>Write-In!

>>6354103
Sorry for the wait, anon--was grinding out the update when I saw your work! Love, love, LOVE all of this art you're spoiling me with, even if it IS depicting Anton's untimely demise!
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>>6354136
>>Ventriloquism: a newcomer appears from the shadows!
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>>6354136
>Throw Tzah-Tzie!
Throw her at Rezzie! Nobody will expect that, and it might knock her loose.
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>>6354136
>Ventriloquism: a newcomer appears from the shadows!
AIEEE Ico-sama save us!
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>>6354136
>>Ventriloquism: a newcomer appears from the shadows!
Surely this time it'll work
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>>6354136
>Ventriloquism: a newcomer appears from the shadows!
AIEEEEEEE, I'M HERE TO SAVE US.
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>>6354138
>>6354144
>>6354221
>>6354243
>VENTRILOQUISM!
>>6354139
>THROW THE CATTHING
Okay cool at least if you Critfail here you won't be chucking TT off the ship
>Roll me 1d100-2 (+3 All The World's a Stage, +2 Illusionist Initiate, +2 TT Theatrics, -5 Wary Spicys, -4 Shapechanger Senses) for Ico's triumphant return! Best of 3!
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Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>6354276
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Rolled 26 - 2 (1d100 - 2)

>>6354276
Well, what's this? I'm going to drop a TRUE dice roll.
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Rolled 97 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>6354276
I cast spell of Good Dice Roll
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>>6354321
ANTON THE MAGICIAN Strikes AGAIN
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>>6354321
Meant -2 but! I will gladly take a 95 B^)
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>>6354321
>>6354323
Kek, good work anon.
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>>6354277
>>6354280
>>6354321
>HIGHEST ROLL: 95!!!!!!!
Golly, that just might do it! No throwing TT off the ship today, unfortunately. Writing!!!
>>6354323
The Prestige
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>No throwing TT off the ship today, unfortunately.
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“Oh right,” Rolo mutters as he cautiously approaches Rezzie and Sixface, “We eh… still got that pilot problem…”

“No we don’t. Let him burn with the ship.” Shrugs Sixface.

”I, erm… I can HEAR you all, y’know! Please don’t scrap Shuuri…” Mutters the Mox over the Speakerstone system. Good, you think as you limber-up your vocal cords, that might just come in handy in a bit! Locking eyes with your best fiend, you try your best to communicate that you’re about to pop off–whether or not she comprehends is another story entirely, but that’s Rezalith, right?

You just hope she doesn’t try to kill you again! Feeling your throat loosen and your lips stiffen, you sift through your mental library of impressions as swiftly as you can–you can’t afford to half-ass this one! Closing in on what you hope is the best solution, you give TT’s shoulder a subtle squeeze before letting rip with your ultimate ability:

VENTRILOQUISM!

Stony-faced and mouth like chiseled marble, you barely move at all as a familiar voice rings out just as the hellspawn handoff occurs!

hey everybody im back lookit over here lookit me

Both mobsters recoil in shock as they try to find the voice’s origin!

B-B-BOSS!?” Sputters Rolo!
“Worse… it’s ICO!” Sixface hisses as her eyes widen in horror!

Wrong on BOTH accounts, but you can see how they got the two mixed up! It doesn’t matter either way–sensing her chance, Rezalith rips free of the shapeshifter’s grasp and uses the opportunity to dropkick the Keekyloolie straight off the deck and into the yawning abyss!

HELLS!” Rolo shrieks as he watches his coworker plunge below the cloudline, “I… y-you…!”

He aims his wand your way, but TT’s faster… and whatever magic flies from the catthing’s magical focus has no trouble hitting the Molegg’s bulky form! Instead of burning him to a crisp or, like, turning him into a bouquet of spiders or whatever, the wand freezes Rolo like a panicked statue! Tumbling onto the deck like a large cardboard cutout, he doesn’t give you any trouble as you rush to Rezzie’s aid!

“Are you okay!?” Sputters the Spinner as she gives the hellspawn a once-over! “She didn’t get you, did she?”

“HA! Were it so easy…” Scoffs the satan with a snide smirk! “That blade, though…”

Yea, you frown, it still stings where Vhale stuck you and RED’S been a lot more subtle than usual… not fun! And TT, you add with a frown, where’d she find a wand like that?

“Vhale’s room.” She replies, face stiffer than a gargoyle’s.
Before you can traumadump some more the roar of the airship engines gains some competition in the form of leathery wings approaching from below… and their owner, well…!

>CONTD.
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https://youtu.be/1EesIhBViqI
You can’t really make out what it’s supposed to be, but the wings sound pretty big and mean! Piercing the sky with a deafening shriek, the beast body-checks the airship, causing the sky yacht to dip! She can’t be much bigger than Volka in whatever form she’s in, but there’s no denying she’s got some heft! Hey, you snarl as the jostling ends, cut it out!

Or else what?” Purrs a familiar, if not somewhat more monstrous voice from the flying foe! “Have any spare wings lying around, Anton?

Sixface moves to give the airship another love tap when a red blur TACKLES the beastie like a horned linebacker! Twisting and twirling through the air like a pair of moths fighting over light or whatever, Rezalith wastes no time in bringing the fight to the shapeshifter… as for you, well, you’d rather not watch and see how it plays out!

“Ant!” TT hisses as she twirls her new wand, “If I can get a clear shot-”

Right, you nod, just sit tight and keep an eye on Rolo! As the devil dogfights the sinister shapeshifter just out of reach of your HELLGEYSER, you decide to…

>Throw knives! Maybe you can tag Sixface’s wings!
>SEA SNAGGER! It probably won’t hold her, but it’ll slow her down!
>You’ve got a wand of your own–blast her!
>See if that Joji guy can help with those defense turrets he mentioned!
>BIISII’S BAG!
>Try to snag her with your handy TELESCOPING MEATHOOK!
>Write-In!
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>>6354407
>Try to snag her with your handy TELESCOPING MEATHOOK!
GIT'ER
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>>6354407
>Try to snag her with your handy TELESCOPING MEATHOOK!
Hold her in place so Rezzie can get away, then...

>See if that Joji guy can help with those defense turrets he mentioned!
Take her out before she brings this ship down and kills us all! You heard her: Sixface doesn't care if any of us survive, besides her!
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>>6354407
>See if that Joji guy can help with those defense turrets he mentioned!
Seems like a solid play?
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>>6354411
>>6354423
>>6354443
>MEATHOOK
>FIRE AT WILL
The one-two punch, ey?
>Roll me 2d100--I'll calculate the bonuses below:
>Roll 1 (HOOK): +4 (+3 Swift Footwork, +3 TELESCOPING HOOOOK, +2 Rezzie Distraction, +2 Big Target, -4 Shapechanger Senses, -2 Swift Shifter)
>ROLL 2 (GUNS GUNS GUNS): +3 (+2 Big Target, +4 Airship Targeting, +2 Big Target, +4 'MY AIRSHIIIIP!', -2 Swift Shifter, -4 Shapechanger Senses, -3 Don't Hit Rezzie!)
BEST OF 3!
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>>6354411
>>6354423
To avoid a tie, I'll say I support fusing these two..hook her away, then shoot her down.
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Rolled 85, 18 = 103 (2d100)

>>6354459
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Rolled 25, 20 = 45 (2d100)

>>6354459
Ah, good, you already did it.
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>>6354461
>>6354462
The guns ain't looking so hot...
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>>6354462
I know you better than you know yourself, anon... I can read you like a quest
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Rolled 57, 90 = 147 (2d100)

>>6354459
SO BE IT.
GUNS. GUNS. GUNS. GUNS. GUNS. GUNS.
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>>6354461
>>6354462
>>6354466
>THE ROLLS:
>HOOK: 89!
>GUNS: 93!
Speedy stuff, anons. Sixface ain't gonna like this one! Writing~
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TT’s got the right idea with her snazzy new wand, but if Sixface can survive a dropkick off of an airship she can sure as heck walk away from another stasis-induced fall! While Rezalith forces Sixface away from the ship, you scamper over to the nearest Speakerstone! Err, Joji, you sputter as the flying fighters slam into the ship and send it keeling to the side with a metallic groan, he mentioned turrets–can he use them to blow that winged rascal out of the sky!?

It only takes a second for the stone to crackle back a response! “Eh!? Which one? Instruments are clickin’ up a storm, but I’m picking up TWO?

Err, he’ll know which one you’re talking about, you hastily reply! Just warm them up and be ready to fire on the one standing still, okay?

Just try to keep them away from the hull–I just finished scouring it this morning….

No promises! Rushing back to Tzah-Tzie, you find the resourceful rogue pilfering Rolo’s extra wand from his petrified body! Is… is he-

“He’ll snap out of it soon,” The Spinner curtly replies as she tests the weight of both wands with a satisfied smirk, “But by the time he shakes off the numbness we’ll have either dealt with Sixface already, or…”

… Or?

“Or we’ll be dead!” She shrugs! “What’s the plan, flash?”

The plan starts with both of you hitting the deck literally as Rezzie and her quarry race by the still-lowered dock like a pair of pissed-off hawks!

Waiting for the ship to stop rocking, Tzah-Tzie politely helps you back onto your shaky footing! Taking a few cautious steps towards the very open and very dangerous edge of the loading ramp, you retrieve your trusty TELESCOPING MEATHOOK from your pockets and telescope that shit!

“That’s… you know what? That just might work!” Remarks the Durher as she gives the device an approving nod! Yea, you reply, giving the girl a cheeky wink, that’s why you chose it! Good timing, too–whether Rezalith planned it or not, the two dogfighters make another sweep past the loading dock just in time for you to ‘cast your line’!

Your luck couldn’t be any luckier–the hook catches on one of the shapeshifter’s wings almost immediately, but as you feel your gizmo go taut, your favorite Spinner’s face grows pale as a follow-up question comes to mind!

“Err, are you gonna be strong enough to stop h-”

TT gets her answer sooner than she expects–enjoying the brief moment where you had the shapeshifter right where you wanted her, it swiftly dawns on you that anyone able to tangle with Rezzie should be pretty strong…

Uh-oooooohhh!!!!

>CONTD.
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Strong enough to violently RIP you free of the loading dock and out into the night air screaming like a banshee as you cling to the meathook for dear life! With nothing but the yawning void beneath you, you grit your teeth as the brisk Umberal skies sting your eyes and nip at your flesh… but just when you’ve got a good grip on the hook, luck rears its ugly head once more to deliver a swift kick to your metaphorical groin!

Careful back there, Anton~” Sixface sneers as she dips below a bewildered-looking Rezzie, “It’s a looooong way down!

You didn’t need her to prove it, but you’re powerless to resist when the flying fiend flips over mid-flight causing you to dangle from your meathook like a cat from a chandelier! Swooping and swerving like a malevolent roller coaster, the doppelganger lets loose with a wicked cackle as you hear something crackle on her unseen back!

It’s not easy to LIMBOOO when you’re clinging for dear life to an antiquated butcher tool, but you’re no greenhorn–good thing, too, because not only do you manage to dodge the trio of barb-covered tendrils that erupt from the shapeshifter’s back, you also manage to tug her wing enough to make Sixface return right-side up!

A low growl leaves her lips as another cluster of tendrils erupts from Sixface’s back. And another. And ANOTHER! An innocent LIMBO becomes a frantic pole dance as you swing and swivel around the meathook like a sped up gymnast routine vid, but each move you bust out only rakes through Sixface’s wings even more!

Persistent little totta, aren’t you? Wait a moment…” Something shifts in the shapechanger’s wing near your hook–feeling your weapon slacken, you grit your teeth, plant your feet on her back, and TUG the hook with all your might just before it can come loose!

Sixface screeches in agony as your hook cuts a jagged tear through her wing, and while it sends her reeling skyward and slows her pace, it doesn’t change the inevitable! Feeling the hook wriggle free of its hold, all you can do is yelp as you and your tool fall from the shapeshifter’s back!

Well, you think as her swearing grows fainter with distance, you certainly tried… no one could say you didn’t. It was a good run, you think as a whimsical smile forms on your rapidly-falling form, but–

SHOOOOOOOM!!!!

The air itself seems to hold its breath as a salvo of magical blasts scream towards where you recently disembarked, and as Rezalith swoops by and snatches you away from the sinister claws of gravity, your face is showered in what you can only hope is Sixface blood and gore!

Landing in the loading dock a little harder than you’d like, you’re greeted by a cheering Tzah-Tzie and a groaning Molegg still splayed out on the ramp!

>CONTD.
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“Diiiiiirect hit!” She chirps, hopping up and down like a kid at a carnival! “And a stylish one too! I’ll NEVER run outta’ ballad material at this rate!”

Yea, you groan, still queasy from your impromptu rodeo, she’d better-urp-be writing this all down… it takes her a moment, but when Tzah-Tzie’s mind catches up with the present the girl wastes no time in tackling you and Rezzie in a Durher-sized hug! Her arms don’t quite make it around the two of you, but you’re not complaining… and neither is Rezzie from the small smile on her face!

“I… I don’t even… where do I…” Sputters the Spinner as she looks up at you both with wet, wide eyes, “You… we almost didn’t…”

We did, you interrupt as you give the girl’s sweet-scented hair a well-deserved tousle, and we’re just getting started! Speaking of, the three of you put the conversation on hold as you hear Rolo slowly stumble to his feet with a drunken look in his eyes!

“Eh…” He grumbles as he reaches for the wand now in TT’s possession, “...I… um… Where’s…”

Craning his neck towards the open air, the Molegg sobers up a bit when he doesn’t hear any havoc being wrought upon your ride! As his eyes dance between you, TT, and Rezalith, Rolo visibly shrinks a bit as he realizes the reality of his situation!

“... Hells.”

With that, the mafioso half-leaps, half-staggers into the night air with a panicked roar following him all the way down to the city below! Peering down from the safety of the docking ramp, the three of you exchange a weary glance before collapsing onto the metal floor at your feet!

They’re… not dead, are they?

“Might as well be.” TT replies as she snuggles up to your side with a reassuring, if not somewhat forced, smile. “They’ll have their hands full trying to corral what’s left of the Cartel, I think–not to mention evading Trier’s forces.” A thick, fuzzy tail curls around your leg like a furry boa constrictor. “And we know their tricks now–they’ll never have the upper hand again!”

So sure of that, is she, you ask with a frown. The girl answers by sticking her tongue out and shrugging. “Nope!”

Great.

“It matters not–if they cross us again, we’ll be READY.” Rezzie snarls, grinning ear-to-ear from all of the fighting, no doubt. “Their forces are routed, their leader is dead, and the survivors are scarred by a lesson they’ll never forget!”

“What, never trifle with Rezalith?” Asks Tzah-Tzie as she glances over with a bemused smirk.

“No,” Rezzie replies, preemptively turning away from your gaze, “Don’t… mess with Rezalith’s… fri-

>CONTD.
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AHOY-HOY! Y’all still alive back there?” The sudden question nearly jolts all three of you out of your collective skin! “If ya’ are, would you mind closing the loading dock? Shuuri’s heating systems don’t run on hopes an’ dreams, y’know!

Aye aye, cap. Rising to your weary feet, you follow a small static crackle to a switch on the cargo bay wall and give it a tap–the girls don’t even bother moving as the loading ramp rises into place with a low mechanical groan! You manage to indulge in the sweet, sweet silence for a little longer before a pair of heavy footfalls approaches from down the ship corridor attached to a big, beaming face sporting mechanical goggles!

“Gwahaha! All systems nominal, my scrappy new chaps! Shuuri’s purring like a sleeping Durher thanks to you lot–quite a nasty bit of work you banged out there! Top marks all around!”

TT doesn’t even leave her spot on the floor as she cranes her neck to lock eyes with the pilot. “‘Gwahaha’?”

“D’oh, Flake is gonna adore you lot!” Joji croons as he drums his scaly knuckles against the bulkhead! “Felt like we were never gonna taste the skies again–felt myself going half-mad in that tomb of a hangar! Good ta’ feel the wind beneath my whiskers again!”

Steadying himself with a deep, exultant breath, the Mox gives the bulkhead another gentle tap before appraising your bedraggled form as best he can in the darkness!

“Oh, right! Who are you anyways?”

Who indeed? And who the heck is HE? Rolo and Sixface didn’t seem very broken up about wrecking his ride, but is this Mox Mechanic legit?
How do you respond?
>The truth–you’re Anton Peas, Cartel Crusher!
>The half-truth: you’re Anton! You wanted to get outta’ that mansion!
>Lie: Mansion Servants… thanks for taking us on!
>Redirect: Who is HE? Where’d he get this thing?
>Stay Silent: He’ll Think You Disappeared!
>TT? Rezzie? Wanna take this one?
>Write-In!
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>>6354515
>The half-truth: you’re Anton! You wanted to get outta’ that mansion!
>Redirect: Who is HE? Where’d he get this thing?
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>>6354515
>The half-truth: you’re Anton! You wanted to get outta’ that mansion!
>Redirect: Who is HE? Where’d he get this thing?
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>>6354520
>>6354522
Supporting
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>>6354520
>>6354522
+1
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>>6354520
>>6354522
>>6354728
>>6354730
I'm starting to see a consensus in the votes here. Writing!
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>>6354733
kek
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It takes you a moment to form a response--this Joji guy doesn’t seem that evil to you, but you’re still riding that sweet, sweet combat high after spending the last twenty or so updates fighting Cartel creeps… and for all you know this Mox might be Vhale’s kooky father figure or one of Sixface’s spores or something!

Do kikkylallees produce spores? A-are… did you breathe any IN!? Before you can board that new train of thought TT nips your side and brings you back to reality! Oh, uh, you respond as a forced laugh leads the charge out from your lips, you’re Anton… and this is TT and–

“Foomi.” Rezalith responds with a wink! You’re… you’re not doing the fake nam-

Foomi.

… Okay, that’s ‘Foomi’. And you really needed a way outta’ that mansion back there! Thanks bundle!

“Gwahaha! No thanks needed, my boy!” Croons the pilot as he completely fails to react to your name! “Plenty o’ room in Shuuri and we were itchin’ ta’ depart anywho!” His warm grin dips a bit. “Can’t carry an army, though… not yet, in any case! Though I wouldn’t give a ride to them Cartel cads even if their house was on fire!”

A pause.

“... Oh! It is!”

Seeing an opening, you immediately move to strike! He’s not a fan? The Mox answers with a full body shudder!

“Not in the LEAST! Those debt-relief services they provide are downright criminal, don’t ya know! Had me under lock an’ key playing ferryman for their folks… ugh, and they treated my poor, dear, sweet Shuuri like a public house! Ooh, you wouldn’t believe all of the litter they left lying around… and don’t even get me started on what they did to the privy!”

“What did they do?” TT eagerly asks before you cut her off!

Since we’re all friends now, who is he, exactly? And where’d he get this airship from? You might’ve asked Joji if he would marry you with the way his goggled eyes light up!

“Oh, no one of circumstance!” He answers, politely coughing into his claw! “Just a humble old tinkerer with a dream in his heart and a song in his step! And this…” He adds as he makes a sweeping gesture around him that you can’t really see, “Is SHUURI! My MAGNUM OPUS! My BIGGEST, GREATEST ACHIEVEMENT! My PARTNER IN CRIME!” All the enthusiasm drains from his voice and expression at that last bit.

“Not that I would dare involve my dear, sweet Shuuri in petty crime, of course! Aside from ferrying around known criminals to pay off debts, that is… ooh…”

“Hahaha… we’ve… we’ve all been there, am I right, gang?” TT remarks with a nervous chuckle!

So wait, you frown as you smack the metal wall with your palm, he didn’t, like, get this at the airship store?

>CONTD.
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“‘Airship Store?!’” Your question might’ve been the funniest thing the old Mox has ever heard with how he reacts! The ship’s corridors echo his boisterous belly laughter minutes after he stops, and when Joji finally addresses you again his voice barely rises over a weak wheeze!

“No, lad… Shuuri is… Shuuri’s the first of her line, y’know!” He triumphantly explains! “Sure, she’s not the first to fly Zoral’s skies, but what if you can’t levitate? What if you’re allergic to magic? What if you want to cruise in STYLE!?

What if you don’t have wings, you ask, trying not to smirk at Rezzie? Another laugh bursts free of the tinker’s mouth!

“WINGS, he says! HA! I like you, Antot!”

… It’s Anton-

“I know what you’re thinking: ‘But Mister Joji, sir–magic’s-’ Well you’re WRONG!” He snarls, the sudden change of mood startling all three of you! “Folk rely far too much on magic these days! Hardly even pick up a tool anymore! I don’t like it–too snobby! Too dangerous! We Mox got machinery in our blood, y’see–we sailed the seas, plumbed its depths, hells, we’d all be speakin’ Chytrese right now if it weren’t fer’ Mox Engineering!”

The Anti-Magic Bombs, right? Joji grunts in assent.

“Mhm, mhm… not partial ta’ violence myself, but I’m no fool–Tinkers build answers to problems! Questions! Conundrums! And wars, well…” He sighs. “Wars were far too common of a problem back in the day… still are.”

“But Shuuri here…” TT interjects with a reassuring smile, “She’s… she’s not a weapon, right? She’s made to help people!” You didn’t know how Joji might react to that statement, but you certainly didn’t expect him to pick the Durher up and spin her around like a long-long daughter!

“THAT’S! EXACTLY! IT!” He laughs as the poor girl struggles not to lose her lunch! “Shuuri, she’s… she’s a testament to common ingenuity! A symbol of a brighter, better future!” Dropping TT like a sack of beets, the pilot begins to pace back and forth down the hall!

“Powerful, reliable steam engines! Triple-welded bulkheads coupled with anti-weathering enamel! Minimal detriment to the air and landscape! A smooth, sultry ride that gets people where they wanna go at a reasonable pace! Ample crew quarters and amenities! State-of-the-Art Navigation systems-”

You and TT share a look while the Mox continues to ramble. You don’t even need to say a word to know what she’s thinking–if you could rope Joji into your little adventure…

“-gotta wiggle the handle a bit, but it’s not too fatal anymore!” Stopping to take a deep breath, the tinkerer turns his goggle-clad eyes your way! “Ooh, I LOVE talking about my Starcutter! That’s the proper name fer’ it, y’know–doesn’t it ring like a bell? Just you wait, lad–Shuuri’s children will blot out the sky one day!”

>CONTD.
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>>6354753
He blinks.

“Hm… but what about collisions…? Proximity warning systems, perhaps? Magnetic repellant point defenses? Rubber barriers?”

“Why not just put a bunch of big sticks around the outside?” Grunts Rezzie as she idly flicks the corridor wall. Joji’s eyes somehow grow BIGGER at her suggestion.

“... Generating a kinetic barrier! GENIUS!” Mouth agape, the tinkerer turns your way with renewed glee in his gob! “I’m so plum HAPPY that you lot charged up my loading ramp when you did! You really must allow me to give you a ride somewhere–let me show ya’ what Shuuri can do!”

Another blink.

“... Not that I’m plum happy about anyone being burned to a crisp, mind. I’m an engineer, not a butcher!”

Gotcha. You’ve still got that concert to crash, but you get the feeling he’ll say yes to that request. It’s not every day you tour Zoral’s first and only airship! What’s next?

>No questions! Can he take you to Crystalmelt? You’ve got a gig!
>What’s his take on the Cartel again?
>He sounds like he’s been around–any cool stories he can share?
>How does he feel about Trier?
>What powers this thing anyways?
>Would he be interested in a long-term contract?
>Can he give you a tour of the facilities real quick?
>How do you even navigate in all this darkness?
>Tell me more about Tinkering!
>Who’s driving this thing right now?
>Write-In!
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>>6354755
>No questions! Can he take you to Crystalmelt? You’ve got a gig!
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>>6354755
>No questions! Can he take you to Crystalmelt? You’ve got a gig!
I like this guy, let's definitely get to know him better - but later
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>>6354755
>No questions! Can he take you to Crystalmelt? You’ve got a gig!
and on the way, we could ask
>How does he feel about Trier?
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>>6354757
>>6354803
>>6354818
>GET TO THE GIG!
>>6354818
>TRIER?
Writing! Sorry for the delay--I'd say I was doing something productive and self-improving, but what can I say? Expedition 33's a helluva drug
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She’s pretty impressive, you remark with an appreciative whistle! And if it’s not too much to ask, would he mind taking you to CRYSTALMELT LODGE? You’ve got a concert to catch!

“A concert!?” Joji repeats as Tzah-Tzie’s face lights up in alarm, “Never a dull moment with you kids, is there?”

He has no idea… Can he manage it? The Tinkerer answers with a hearty nod!

CAN I!? We’ll be there in two shakes of a Tiijhek tail! And in STYLE, no less!” Great, you reply as you shoot your Spinner a sneaky smile, you’d love to make an entrance, right TT?

“Y-yea!” She nods as a smile squirms its way onto her face! “I’d better get practicing…”

“Practicing?” Muses the Mox, “Who’s playin’ tonight, hm?” SHE is, you proudly declare as you give your favorite Durher a pat on the head! Her and LUTZA, if you can believe it!

“Never heard of her!” Laughs the Tinkerer with a goodnatured shrug! “Oh, but break a tooth out there, young lady! Say, I’ve got an ESCAPE HARNESS or two lyin’ around if you really wanna make an entrance–”

Before she can respond, the ship is jostled by a patch of rough turbulence followed by an unfamiliar, but bubbly voice crackling in through the Speakerstone system!

“Sorry to bother ya’, Mister Joji, sir, but you wouldn’t happen ta’ be forgetting something, wouldja?”

The Mox’s goggles nearly fly off of his face! “Trembling TURBINES! I got so caught up in conversation I forgot I was supposed to fly this thing!”

What, you scoff in a vain attempt to salvage the mood, he doesn’t have an autopilot feature or something? Your question earns you a playful slap on the forearm.

“‘Autopilot’! You lot are just chock full of ideas, aren’tcha? GWAHAHAH!” Scampering down the corridor towards what you hope is the cockpit, The Mox pauses mid-flight to leave you with a few last instructions!

“Feel free ta’ use the CREW QUARTERS if ya’ need to freshen up–should be right down the hall to your left… no wait, the RIGHT! Always get those two confused!”

A wet cough leaves the Mox’s lips. “Oof, pardon me! The REC DECK is to the left, now I remember! PANTRY’S there too–help yourselves to some provisions, but leave the MEAT PIES! Oh, and the OBSERVATION DECK’S up the first ramp on your right–not much ta’ see, but a lick of fresh air always does a body good! Sometimes I even set up the BATH out there too if ya’ can believe it! Really sweetens my scales, y’know! GWAHAH-”

Another bit of turbulence rocks the airship and sends you reeling like an extra in one of those old Sci-Fi shows as the Speakerstones crackle to life once again!

Mister Joji~

>CONTD.
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“Grinding gears and GIRDERS! Steady on, Flake! Won’t be but a minute!” Sending one more apologetic grin your way, Joji departs for the third time before pausing dead in his tracks! “Oh, one last thing! FLAKE’S my Chief Engineer if ya’ wanna say your howdydoos! She loves meetin’ new people–ENGINEERING’S down the ramp to your left–just holler if ya hear anything blow up! Just kiddin’! GWAHAHA!”

Turbulence gets one last blow in before Joji really departs straight ahead–you’re guessing that’s where the COCKPIT or BRIDGE or whatever you call it is! Before you can make it a committee discussion, Tzah-Tzie slinks off down the right passage.

“I really oughta’ practice…” She explains with a forced laugh! “A little air oughta’ clear my head…”

“A deck made for the sole purpose of being WRECKED… Rezzie mutters with a dreamy look plastered across her face, “This… this plane does have its merits…”

Both girls scurry off before you can correct the latter and question the former leaving you alone with your thoughts and a sky yacht that’s probably worth more than twenty of you…

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little worried by how quickly Tzah-Tzie shuffled off, but you wager she’s been through a lot–more than you can imagine, really–and maybe she just needs a little space?

What’s the plan until you reach the venue?
>Hang with Joji in the BRIDGE!
>Go introduce yourself to this ‘FLAKE’ in ENGINEERING!
>Rest up a bit in the CREW QUARTERS!
>Make sure Rezzie doesn’t actually wreck the REC DECK!
>Check in on TT on the OBSERVATION DECK!
>Write-In!
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>>6354926
Forgot to mention that you might have time for up to TWO things here, so pick two!
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>>6354926
>Check in on TT on the OBSERVATION DECK!
Did we ever actually tell her that her sisters are safe? They are safe, I think. With Trier's weird magic zombies, but definitely safer than before.
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>>6354927
Ah shit, well, then I guess I'll also add
>Make sure Rezzie doesn’t actually wreck the REC DECK!
We also ought to thank her for being a good friend.
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>>6354926
>Make sure Rezzie doesn’t actually wreck the REC DECK!
Just long enough to make sure she gets the purpose of the place, then...

>Check in on TT on the OBSERVATION DECK!
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You can choose one if you like--I ain't gonna twist your arm! Just in case folks wanted to do more shit, is all
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>>6354933
I'm not gonna complain about extra options.

Also, yeah, we definitely didn't tell her about her siblings, given the switcheroo with sixface.
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>>6354933
Ill stick with my main two, then, but maybe spend a bit more time with Rezdawg.
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>>6354936
I definitely don't mind spending time with Best Demon Rezzie, but it seems relevant to tell a girl her sisters she thought were goners are safe(?) at last
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>>6354926
>Go introduce yourself to this ‘FLAKE’ in ENGINEERING!
>Check in on TT on the OBSERVATION DECK!
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>>6354926
>Check in on TT on the OBSERVATION DECK!
>Make sure Rezzie doesn’t actually wreck the REC DECK!
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>>6354928
>>6354929
>>6354931
>>6355018
>PROTEC THE REC DECK
>OBSERVE AND REPORT?
>>6355007
>OBSERVE
>FLAKE
Writing! Back to work today so expect delays! Never a dull moment, am I right?
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A REC DECK! Not just a room… but a whole DECK! Your cup runneth over, you think as you follow Rezalith’s lead and make your way up the ramp! All personal curiosity aside, you wouldn’t mind debriefing a bit with your favorite devil–considering how horrible things could have gone, she did pretty well all things considered!

You really oughta invest in some MEDALS to give out…

Anyways, you make a mental note to check in with Tzah-Tzie a little later. You won’t pretend it isn’t odd how swiftly she scampered off after your daring rescue–especially to ‘practice’--but you wager the girl could use a little fresh air and space if she’s that eager to run off on her lonesome… and on the off-chance she IS practicing, well, you can give her a few minutes to tune her Striilii!

Sturdy metal clangs beneath your feet as you mount the ramp and find yourself in another dark corridor–not that you’re unacquainted with those these days–and what might’ve been a multi-update search is cut short when a soft, synthesized voice addresses you from the side of the corridor!

’REC DECK.’

It doesn’t sound like a Teksoul, but that doesn’t stop you from nearly tripping over your own feet when you hear it! Turning to face the voice’s owner, you’re met with a gentle static hum as a door slides open revealing a warm new room that smells like a freshly-lit fireplace!

You indulge in an inward sigh of relief when you realize the scent isn’t a product of Rezalith’s destructive nature–quite the opposite, in fact! You find the girl idly examining the far end of the room with a puzzled expression–the fiend barely reacting as you join her.

Everything good, Rezzo?

The stare the demon gives you tells you she could’ve knocked your block off, but she chose not to. She’s learning!

“This ‘WRECK DECK’ the fat one mentioned is sorely lacking in destructibles.” She grumbles as her blood-red eyes sweep the room with naked disdain. “What do they expect me to annihilate?”

She has a point, not that you’d dare admit it, but it’s a Rec Room on an airship–it’s not gonna have a basketball hoop! What it does have, you realize after a quick scouting mission around the room’s perimeter, is quite a few amenities!

You notice the furniture first: several plush couches and armchairs no doubt brought in to cradle Rolo’s ample figure–very sturdy wooden frames, too!

STUBBED TOE COUNTER: 33!

Ow, by the way! Speaking of furniture, a row of barstools alert you to where the bar is–unmanned, of course, but big enough to seat a host of occupants. You don’t manage to find a path leading behind the bar in your quick search, but it’d hardly be a rec room without some mixing materials, right?

>CONTD.
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>>6355216
Near the bar through a galley-style recess is the PANTRY accessible by another door not too far away that also automatically opens at your approach! No handy voice telling you what room it is?

“Think for once, AnTWIT. Do you really want to know you’re in the kitchen every time you pop in and out of the galley?” Asks Rezzie with a derisive snort! You assumed most of the dishes would transfer through the window, but you’d rather not start an argument with your team’s best chef, apparently.

What really gets your attention, however, are the two other peculiarities in the room: no, not the card table or the squat bookshelf bolted to the floor and filled with tablets full of that Braille-esque dot-and-divot writing everyone uses, but the plush, oblong pad on the floor with foot-sized metal squares organized in a clockwise formation… and then there’s the rope sticking through a hole in the wall.

The former seems innocuous enough–you feel the familiar tingle of magic in your teeth when you step on the square plates, but you can’t make heads or tails of what it’s for!

As for the latter, well, you give the rope a few tugs to no avail… and aside from the dainty bell hanging next to the contraption, the only other peculiarity of note is the wall the rope pokes out from: it’s smooth… cool… and you can definitely hear gurgling on the other side.

An aquarium?

“I don’t think this room was meant to be wrecked at all...” Pouts Rezalith as she flops into one of the Molegg-sized armchairs! You’re uh… you’re pretty sure it’s a RECREATION room… for recreation, you reply with a reassuring smile! Nothing to wreck in here!

“Tch… what a waste...”

Flopping into a chair across from her after missing a few times and definitely bruising your butt in the process, you turn your attention away from the infamous REC DECK for the moment and focus on your favorite fiend!

You must be making a face or something, because Rezzie immediately averts her eyes once she sees you staring her way… do… do you have some Sixface on your cheek!?

Where do you start?
>Bell for her thoughts?
>Positive reinforcement! She did great back there!
>Thoughts on Sixface and Rolo?
>Does she think TT’s doing okay?
>Ready for the CONCERT?
>What does she think about the ship?
>Trier… She knows he’s next on the list, right?
>Write-In!

Sorry for the wait, questies! Big day back at work! Squaaawk, it's a livin
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>>6355218
>Positive reinforcement! She did great back there!
>Bell for her thoughts?
Good Girl, Rezzie!
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>>6355221
+1

>>6355218
I'm >>6354936 on mobile.

>>6354937
We can tell her when we see her. Tbh, I didn't expect Rezalith to be this restrained when it comes to wrecking.
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>>6355218
>Positive reinforcement! She did great back there!
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>>6355218
>Positive reinforcement! She did great back there!
I kneel to my Rezzie wife.
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>>6355221
>>6355227
>YA DID A GREAT JERB OUT THERE
>BELL FOR THOUGHTS?
>>6355340
>>6355341
>YA DID A GREAT JORB
I'll probably run with both just to streamline things! Sorry for the wait, will write something in a bit!
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Whatever it is, you’ll have to find the PRIVY later and wipe it off. In any case, you’ve got the hellion right where you want her!

You want-
“I was-”

Both of you pause mid-speech.

She c-
“As I-”

Strike two! Sensing an infinite loop, you take a page from the late Vhale and make a decisive blow! You wanted to talk about how she did, you blurt out hastily!

“Hmph!” Scoffs the Satan, “Spit it out then, peasant! What is it this time, hm? I didn’t parley with enough of our enemies? I should’ve befriended those assassins?”

N-no, you stammer as genuine confusion seeps into your tone, you… you just wanted to tell her how great she did backing you up! You couldn’t have done it without her and-

“Typical AnTWERP!” She sneers with a flick of her unseen, but probably voluminous hair, “Well if you can’t stand the heat, stay out of the forge, that’s what I s-” It takes a moment, but when your words finally catch up to the demon it derails her previously-scheduled abuse like a boulder on the train tracks!

Meeting your gaze with wide, gobstruck eyes, her jaw slackens as she searches your features for a catch!

“W-what did you say?”

You said, you repeat with a reassuring grin, that she. Did. GREAT! You don’t even wanna imagine what might’ve happened if Rolo’s floozies were still around or if she didn’t stall Sixface!

You almost don’t even add the next bit, but what the Hell, right? Rezzie, you conclude with an approving nod, she’s… she’s a good girl! Really good!

A faint choking noise wriggles free of Rezalith’s still-open mouth as she processes your praise… it’s not the first time you’ve given her some, you recall as she struggles to cope across from you, but she still doesn’t seem accustomed to it…

“I…” She mutters, voice hopping between scorn and appreciation, “I… y-you… r-really? Y-you mean it?

Of course you do, you answer, causing Rezalith to sink deep in her chair like it was quicksand, and you’re happy to have her on your team–the two of you rescued TT and kicked the Cartel in the pants HARD... and you even got a sick airship ride out of it too! And it’s all thanks to her!

The devil is dumbstruck, to say the least, but in place of the usual deflection and/or namecalling comes something else…

“... I’m… glad.”

Yea well so’s her old ma-wait, WHA!?

Now it’s YOUR turn to be befuddled! For the first time in Rezalith history, the girl appears to be… relieved?

“I’ve… been thinking a lot lately, AnTA-... erm, I mean Anton…” She continues in a quiet voice. “About who I am… what I am.”

>CONTD.
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You know better than to interrupt what might be a breakthrough in the making, so you don’t! Rezzie takes your silence as an excuse to continue.

“I AM REZALITH, of course–that hasn’t changed!” She begins as her usual haughtiness creeps back into her voice, “But ever since I’ve lent you my strength I’ve… I’ve learned much: the strength in patience… kindness… a-allies…

Her blood-red eyes search yours as if digging for an answer. They find none.

“You’re an anomaly to me, Anton–I presumed your power merely came from what you stole from me… but I’m beginning to believe that isn’t the case.”

Well, you reply with a shrug, you wouldn’t have made it past Thread 1 without your hell powers, so-

“True,” The demon replies, “But I’ve witnessed countless demons fall in my lifetime–some Lesser, some Greater, some whose names I still dare not speak lest it summons them…”

You can almost swear a warm breeze drifts through the Rec Deck as she says that, but you pay it no mind.

“Power,” she continues, weighing each word as if it were a pound of gold, “Is like a blade–it can be tarnished and rusted or forged in my ex-master’s unholy workshops… but what does that matter if its wielder doesn’t know how to use it?”

The devil crosses one leg over the other as she ponders her own words. “Consider our foe Vhale: he commanded legions of minions, vast wealth, and boasted immeasurable skill with a blade…”

How’d all that turn out for him, you ask as a sly grin slips onto your face!

“Don’t interrupt.”

S-sorry…

“But yes–in the end it wasn’t sufficient, was it?” Rezzie remarks with a curious look in her eyes! “I assumed he would cut you to ribbons immediately… and yet here you are.”

Sure, you shrug, but if Sixface di-

“Another factor Vhale didn’t account for.” Concludes the demon with a disapproving shake of her head! “Vhale had power, Anton, there’s no denying that… but in the end you remain.” Her mouth curls into a half-smile. “You thrive.

You wouldn’t call it thriving, you answer as a pang of holy pain still sears your side, but you kinda get what she’s saying! But what does that have to do with her? She answers your question with a puzzled grimace.

“That’s… what I’ve been pondering.” Rezalith answers softly. “You, Volka, Teetee… you’re not just my allies anymore…” You know what she wants to call you, but discomfort wins out in the end, it seems.

“And using my strength to… help others… it makes me feel… good?” The demon continues, the last word coming out of her mouth like a student guessing an answer. “But I can’t help but wonder,” She pauses to give you a glare! “... And don’t you DARE speak a word of what I’m about to say to ANYONE!”

Cross your heart and hope to die, you reply!

>CONTD.
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“Tch… you’ll be BEGGING to die if you cross me!” She snarls before steeling herself with another breath. “... I can’t help but wonder if…”

You blink as the sentence comes to an abrupt pause. If?

Taking another deep breath, the demon looks you dead in the eye. “Anton… do you think it’s possible to become a… Not-Demon?”

You answer the question the only way you know how:

What?

“D-don’t just say ‘WHAT’!” She growls, anger barely obfuscating her embarrassment, “I mean… I like my power… LOVE it! And it’s not a big deal to me, REZALITH, but…”

It’s totally a big deal to her, you think as the Satanthing squirms in her massive chair.

“But the unwashed masses fear demons… as they SHOULD!” She adds with a ‘what-can-ya-do’ shrug. “And while my power dwarfs most even when the majority of it was stolen by you... my Hellish heritage makes it difficult to confer and coexist with others.”

Ah, you nod, so she’s talking about making more frie-

ALLIES, yes!” She interjects with a hasty nod! “How am I to amass an UNHOLY ARMY OF FRIENDS if everyone is so intimidated by me?”

Hey, you retort as your eyebrow creeps higher on your head, she had no trouble winning over TT and Volka!

“They submitted to my whims by proxy–you.” Rezzie scoffs! “Had you not been present I never would have ensnared them in my fiendish web of friendship. That will not do for my grand schemes–I must be able to subjugate more friends on my own.”

What, you frown, she doesn’t wanna stick around with you?

Please!” She snorts as her cheeks grow a tinge redder, “Do you really, truly, SINCERELY expect me to stay at your side… forever!?” The last word comes out somewhat choked. “N-no… If I am to truly be free, I must be able to walk my own path–parallel at times, maybe, but my own… which is why I ask again: do you think-”

It’s possible to become a ‘Not-Demon’? Yea, you heard her the first time… and the truth is, you answer with a befuddled expression, is that you have no clue! You’ve heard of, like, Fallen Angels in some of Earth’s religions and stuff, but the closest thing you can think of is how Oti transformed Toppel and Obber into other species-

>CONTD.
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>>6355479
“Hmm… that might suffice, yes…” The demon mutters as she gives her chin a few strokes. “And yet why do I hesitate so?”

Because she doesn’t want to hide who she is, you softly reply. She’d rather she could make friends and allies without hiding behind, like, the skin of a Durher or something, right? The hellspawn nods.

“Indeed… do I fight to redefine what a demon is, or do I hide behind the image of something I’m not?” Her eyes trace up and down your face searching for an answer. “I hate to admit it, but I’m at a stalemate with myself… not even my mighty mind can unearth the correct answer.” Her gaze sinks deckward. “... I’m beginning to think there isn’t one.”

Oh boy, you know where this is going… and unfortunately for Rez-Rez, you haven’t the foggiest idea of what the answer could be either! You want the best for her, sure, and while swapping forms couldn’t hurt for a bit, well…

Should she?

How do you respond to The Rezzie Conundrum?
>We can speak to someone who can tell you more about demons…
>She’s fine the way she is–no need to hide.
>She can try changing for a bit… just as a test run!
>You really don’t know, to be honest…
>Stay Silent! She’ll Think You Disappeared!
>Any thoughts, RED?
>Write-In!
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>>6355480
>She’s fine the way she is–no need to hide.
>But if she really wants to, we can speak to someone who can tell you more about demons…
I mean, yeah, she might not have been able to become friends with Volka and TT if it weren't for us, but that doesn't mean they'd stop if we were no longer in the picture, you know? She can make friends of her own if she tries.
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>>6355484
Of course, if we were to somehow "lift the darkness" on Zhoral OR somehow get her to earth, then we would definitely need to change her, because then she'd be very much visible as a demon and that part might hurt.
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>>6355480
>We can speak to someone who can tell you more about demons…
I get it. Probably not nice to have to dodge the paladins and priests everywhere if you wanna make more friends.
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>>6355480
>She’s fine the way she is–no need to hide.
Rezzie, let's be honest here. I don't think you'd enjoy turning into a cat thinge, a plant thinge, a bug thinge, etc etc. Pretending to be something you're not? That's going to eat away at you.

Practically, it'd be safer if she could turn into something else, yes. I just don't think it'd be good for her as a long term thing.
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>>6355480
>>6355484 +1
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>>6355484
>>6355519
>SHE FINE
>BUT WE CAN FIND SOMEONE
>>6355512
>TALK TO SOMEONE
>>6355514
>FIIIIINE
Another twofer! Writinggggg
>>6355486
B E N O T A F R A I D
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>>6355480
>Offer to guve her friendship lessons, though so far she's actually foing relaly good!
She even thought of Tzah-Tzie's concert before we did! That's prioritizing other people, a key aspect of Friendshipmaxxing!

>Suggest she just disguise herself when meeting new people, and reveal her true self to those she trusts
To be honest... Isn't that sort of how making friends works? Your real friends see the real you, while other people see the generic outward presentation you put forth to the wider world.
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>>6355528
That seems like a real good setup to having people run in terror after finding out.
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You’ve never had to walk a demon through an identity crisis before–there was that one time at work where you had to convince that vagrant he wasn’t sent by god to rid the world of demons, sure, but that was different! Rezzie’s running into barriers because of her identity… she also didn’t barge in swinging a machete at you!

Look, you reply after taking a moment to weigh the hellion’s words, you can’t say you know exactly what she’s going through right now-

“Of course you can’t–my mind was forged in HELLFIRE. My thoughts are impenetrable… my-” In a rare moment of self-awareness, Rezalith pauses when she registers the look on your face. “... speak.”

And while you can definitely see the short-term merits of disguising herself, you continue in as calm a tone you can conjure, let’s be honest here: she wouldn’t like being a full-time cat thing. Or a plant thing. Or a bug thing. Or whatever the hell Mzz’goe’virrs are supposed to be! And does she know why that is?

“I loathe the Mzz’goe’virr…” The demon answers with a derisive snarl! Errr, sure, you shrug, but undiluted racism aside, you know her better than anyone! Err, ALMOST anyone, you correct yourself as she shoots you another scowl!

“And?” Rezalith replies as she struggles to hide her intrigue, “What, pray tell, does that knowledge tell you about me, hmm?”

It tells you that she’s not the type of person that has the patience for lies, you continue, especially lying to herself! And why should she be? She said it herself, you add as Rezzie leans forward hanging on every word, even with all of her power sucked up by some human she still manages to clown on foes–vampires, assassins… She's a force to be reckoned with and she knows it!

The demon’s eyebrows lower. “... But?”

But, you sigh, she’s got a point–it would be much harder to befriend TT and Volka without you vouching for her… but it’s not like they stop being buddies when you disappear for a while, right?

Rezalith blinks in response. “... Right…?”

And yea, it’ll be difficult for her to make friends on her own, you add, but when has something difficult ever stopped her before? Great people are marked by their ability to rise to a challenge, you conclude as you give the girl a reassuring smile, and she’s a demon not just fighting against her background, but everyone’s preconceptions as well!

“A… challenge…”

Rising from your plush prison, you approach the sitting Satan and smile. She’s fine the way she is… but the question is, you add, is she up for it?

Your words only have to steep in her mind for a moment before the demon leaps out of her chair with a daring glimmer in her fiery eyes!

“Rezalith NEVER backs down from a challenge!” She decrees, giving the ground a triumphant stomp! “NEVER!

>CONTD.
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Then that, you reply as you give her a reassuring pat on the shoulder, is her answer! And sh-OOUGH!

Your follow-up is followed-up on by a pair of noodly, albeit VERY STRONG arms wrapping around your waist and tugging you into a hug! An uncomfortable amount of heat seeps through your robes from the hellspawn’s body, but you don’t bother trying to push her away–instead you give her head a gentle pat as you return the hug in kind!

“I’ve been practicing my HUG TECHNIQUE…” She says as she meets your eyes with a sly smirk. “The results speak for themselves, I presume!”

Y-yea, you wheeze as you feel her arms tighten around you like a burning Burmese python, that’s… it’s good…

Releasing you with a triumphant laugh, the girl paces around the REC DECK before glancing at you over her shoulder!

“I shall weigh your words, Anton. Your FUTURE QUEEN shall not forget where your allegiances lie…”

You hope not. That said, you add after clearing your throat, if she ever does wanna put on a temporary disguise or learn more about, like, Demonic Life Cycles, you’ll be happy to help her out!

“You may have a point,” She remarks as she twirls like a punk rocker ballerina to face you, “But who would know such things, I wonder…”

Toppel’s the first to come to mind–girl claimed to know a bit about demons–but you avoid suggesting her for obvious reasons. There’s always Oti, you reason, earning a spirited raspberry from your hellish hermana, but other mages might know more too.

Or, you add as Rezzie’s face scrunches up in disdain, you could always try and ask some religious figure–they might know a thing or two assuming they don’t immediately go all ‘PURGE THE HERETIC’!

“Hm. I won’t hold my breath.”

Fair enough–you’ve managed this far without getting Witch Hunted, but you’d be lying if you weren’t a little bit curious about what else demons were capable of. Everyone keeps telling you they’re beings of immeasurable magical power–if that’s true, then what’s stopping a demon from un-demoning itself?

“One more thing, Anton:” The demon begins as she gives you an appraising look, “You handled yourself well in those battles. I am…” Her eyes linger on yours for a little longer than usual. “Impressed.”

Y-you too, you reply with a polite smile!

“... Not that it was anything to BRAG about, that is!” She hastily adds, breaking eye contact and retreating to the bar! “Don’t get cocky, worm!”

Oh good, you were beginning to think things were gonna get awkward. Anything else you’d like to bug Rez-Rez about before checking in on your favorite fuzzball?

>Thoughts on Sixface and Rolo?
>Does she think TT’s doing okay?
>Ready for the CONCERT?
>What does she think about the ship?
>Trier… She knows he’s next on the list, right?
>Nope! Don’t break anything, Rez!
>Write-In!
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>>6355547
>Nope! Don’t break anything, Rez
good speakin' to ya

let's go tell TT her sisters are no longer doped out rape toys for the mafia
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>>6355547
>Nope! Don’t break anything, Rez!
We LOVE Rezzie her folks
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>>6355529
Sometimes yes, sometimes no. We're a weird alien with demon powers, and we make friends everywhere we go.

>>6355547
>hugd.png
Rezzie 2cute

>>6355547
>Nope! Don’t break anything, Rez!
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>>6355549
>>6355561
>>6355591
>NOPE PLEASE DON'T BREAK STUFF
Productive discussion! Onwards to the fuzzball! Writing...
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With Rezzie back to her old tricks, you decide to take your leave on a positive note and kindly ask her not to ‘wreck’ anything on the ‘REC DECK.

“What would I even destroy?” She groans, barely covering up a cheeky grin. That’s what worries you! Retracing your route out the automatic door and through the ship corridor, your trek to the OBSERVATION DECK remains relatively quiet safe for the occasional metallic groan in the walls around you and the rumble of wind past the heavy hull!

As you scale the other ramp, however, you hear the familiar, if not somewhat faint, plunks of a Striilii. The door to the outer deck doesn’t open on your approach, but you can definitely feel it coming thanks to a faint static field emanating off of its surface. Finding a handle, you try not to make too much noise as you emerge out from the airship’s toasty interior back into the brisk evening air!

The ride is gentle, just like Joji said–whatever he’s doing in the cockpit seems to have steered you free of the turbulence… but what gets your attention isn’t the temperature or the smoothness of the ride, but the music:

You hear none.

Tzah-Tzie sits on the far side of the deck idly plinking away at a clearly untuned instrument. Her gaze is vacant even on your approach, and she doesn’t seem to notice you until you greet her with a smile.

Sounds great, you remark as you plop down next to her on the hard floor. The quip earns a wry grin out of the girl.

“‘Zat so?”

TT matches your grin as she gently deposits the instrument in your lap. “Go on,” She giggles as your bewildered eyes hop from the Striilii to the Spinner, “Give it a go, hotshot!”

I, err, you sputter as you aimlessly grope at the instrument’s broad strings, she knows you’ve never played, right?

“Never a bad time to start~” TT counters as she adjusts the Striilii’s position and places your hands where you assume they’re supposed to be.

Touche. The Striilii feels like the bizarre lovechild of a harp and a ukelele–in shape, at least–you can’t quite place the sound it makes, but if you had to make a guess you’d call it a piano-guitar? A guitiano?

“Well go on…” The Durher chides as she gives your side a playful nudge, “Dazzle me.”

Easier said than done… but you’re always down to try!

>Roll me 1d100-2 (+3 All The World’s a Stage, +5 TT’s Tutelage, -10 What the hell IS this thing?) to give it a shot! Best of 3!
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Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>6355614
Well, let's do it.
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Rolled 45 - 2 (1d100 - 2)

>>6355614
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Rolled 89 - 2 (1d100 - 2)

>>6355614
Rolling for le funny 1
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>>6355629
Alas, you only made us better.
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>>6355633
But not enough for a 100 where Anton is randomly revealed to be a striili master because he spent too much time playing guitar hero or something.
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>>6355617
>>6355625
>>6355629
>HIGHEST ROLL: 87!
Not bad, not bad! Writing!
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You know as much about music as you do running a horseshoe crab farm–not much, but you’ve considered giving it a try in the past! Tzah-Tzie listens patiently as you find the Striilii’s strings, and even as you plunk out a few sounds akin to a duck getting smacked by a claw hammer the girl doesn’t laugh or poke fun.

It’s a rough start, to say the least–you have no clue where your fingers should be and the brisk air doesn’t make them move any quicker–but with each cautious strum the Durher gently adjusts your digits until you start to find a certain… comfort?

The plunks turn into plinks as your aimless strums slowly form into a melody in the loosest sense of the word. With no sheet music or tunes to turn to, you just play whatever comes to mind first… and by the end of your impromptu ‘song’ you can almost sense a vague idea of what you’re doing slowly worming its way into your head!

Punctuating your plinking with a grand bow, you’re rewarded by a standing ovation from your favorite Spinner–the girl clapping and whistling like she’d just heard the greatest performance ever!

Alright, alright, you groan as a giggle wriggles free of her smiling lips, she doesn’t have to lay it on THAT thick…

“I think I get to lay it on as thick as I please, actually!” TT counters as she gives your side another nudge! “I AM the instructor, after all… and for what it’s worth, Ant, you played loads better than I did when I first started out.”

Wow, you answer with a cheeky grin, that’s pathetic! A bushy tail smacks you in the face as its owner mirrors your smirk with a dismissive shake of her head!

“Jerk.”

Really though, you continue as you give the instrument another strum, you’re no musician!

“‘Better to play poorly than to not play at all… no one improves by putting down the instrument.’ Quotes the crooner as her gaze turns skyward. “Nuusi told me that. Feels like ages ago now.”

Nuusi, you repeat in contemplation, that’s… that’s her older sister, right?

“The one who gave me my first Striilii, yep…” Nods the Spinner with a nostalgic smile. “My ‘first patron’, as she called herself…”

TT said she married a Cartel guy, didn’t she? The girl nods. Sensing a sensitive subject, you switch gears to the current events: you uh, you didn’t hear her playing on the way up… The Durher turns to look at you with wide, befuddled eyes.

“Really? Are your ears okay?” You’re just about to answer when she moves her lips again… but no sound comes out! The sudden muteness sends your mind into freefall–for a second. Once you hear the rumble of the steam engines below, you voice your disapproval by giving the girl’s pointy ear a gentle flick!

“Ow!”

Not funny!

>CONTD.
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“Sorry…” She sighs as her smile droops down her face. “Truth is… I haven’t practiced at all since I came up here.” Pursing her lips, Tzah-Tzie’s eyes wander ahead towards the unseen horizon. “Just… can’t get into it.”

Saying ‘hi’ to Death multiple times in one day’ll do that to ya, you reply with a reassuring grin! And c’mon, you add as you give her supple shoulder a gentle squeeze, she doesn’t really need to practice, right? She’s got this in the bag!

Meeting your gaze, the Spinner tries to match your energy, but it comes out… muted? “I… I dunno, Ant…”

It’s contagious. TT, you softly begin, is… is she okay?

“... He showed me my sisters, Ant.” She mutters as her stare falls to the floor, “What he turned them into…” The girl tries to hide a faint sniffle. “He didn’t even say anything–he just… wanted me to look. Come to my own conclusions.”

You don’t dare interject.

“Meelai… she always used to tell me these dumb facts...” TT continues, trying her best to smile through the pain, “Used to call her ‘Spongehead’ because of all the reading she did… girl probably does it better than I do–did...”

Shaking her head, the girl gulps down a lump in her throat. “She wanted to travel the world… learn everything there is to be learned… a-and then I saw Uuna–she was always quiet before, but now… Now…

Burying her face in her hands, the Spinner barely reacts as you wrap an arm around her shoulders. Steadying herself with a violent breath, Tzah-Tzie turns to face you with a trembling smile. “H-he… he showed me them first… before taking me to-”

Did he hurt her? The girl answers with a long, steely stare.

“... I don’t want to talk about that, Anton.”

There’s your answer–you don’t need to poke at it. Unsure of how to respond, Tzah-Tzie saves you by placing something else in your lap–a TABLET, you realize as your hand combs its divot-marked surface.

“Snagged that while you were slaying that… monster…” She explains as she winks at you with one of her teary eyes. “He thought it was safe hidden away in his chambers, but…”

Tzah-Tzie, you begin in a hushed, almost reverent tone, is… is this-

“His notes,” She nods, wiping a fresh layer of tears away on her sleeve, “On Trier. There’s magic there–I can’t make heads or tails of it, but-”

Your body moves on autopilot as you sweep the girl out of her seat and lift her in the air with a manic laugh, the instrument clattering to the deck as it tumbles free of your lap!

“H-hey, the Striilii–” she pleads, though her heart isn’t in it.

TT, you sputter as reality hits you like a sledgehammer, this… we just…!

Another laugh rips free of your lips as you hold the girl over you, much to her confusion!

“W-wha?”

>CONTD.
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You WON, you declare as you spin her around with glee! Vhale’s dead, the notes are safe… and her sisters-

“Wh-what!?” She snaps, eyes wider than saucers as she struggles to lean in closer, “What about my sisters!?”

They’re fine, you reply, they’re freed--this Priestess you rescued called some Teksouls… and you’re not sure if you can completely trust them or not, but they carved through an army of Spicys to get to them an-

You never get to finish your explanation–wriggling free of your grasp like a fuzzy trout, Tzah-Tzie lands on your face and immediately assaults it with an unrelenting tide of sloppy, tear-covered kisses!

Wghd! you mumble as the girl all but smothers you beneath her warm, fuzzy body, yrg drndmt-

I don’t CARE!” She snaps as she presses the assault, “I don’t care, you crazy, stupid, AMAZING man, you!” Ripping her lips free of your face for the briefest of moments, TT takes a moment to study your features as fresh tears flood her eyes and a shaky smile plasters across her face!

As… as long as they aren’t in that… that damned MANSION any more…” She mutters, punctuating every few words with a fresh kiss, “Then that’s… that’s all I want… oh, Anton…

The next few minutes are spent in mindless, hedonistic bliss–PG-Rated bliss, mind, but the two of you have a lot of catching up to do! Lost in a maze of kisses and squeezes, by the time you escape your breath is shallow, your lips are puffy, and your cheeks are flushed, yet slightly chilly from the lingering tears.

“I knew there was something special about you…” TT purrs as she traces a claw through your messy hair, “I knew it the minute I saw you.”

An apologetic smile works its way onto her face as she wraps you in a fresh, warm hug. “And then you went and got with me of all people… Hells..

Yea, you snort as you scratch the Spinner behind her twitching ear, it’s been absolutely miserable. Nothing but torment, really… staring you in the eye with mock offense, the girl abandons her act for a shallow laugh.

“We’re… far from perfect, aren’t we?”

We are, you reply with a shrug, but we’re perfect for eachother...

Tzah-Tzie’s eyes widen for a moment before the girl sputters out a derisive ‘eewww!’ before collapsing against you laughing like a hyena! “Where’d… where’d you get THAT cheesy line!?”

It’s uh… fr-from a song you heard, you reply hiding the fact that you came up with it yourself behind your own ensuing laughter! H-hey, she said neither of us was perfect!

“Gods,” TT wheezes as your shared laughing fit slowly subsides, “I… I knew you’d win today, Ant… didn’t even need to pray for it.”

Is… is it okay for her to say that!? If one of them smites her–

>CONTD.
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“Then they’ll smite you too!” She chirps, tail thumping on the deck below her! “Collateral Smiting–ouch, nasty way to go~”

She’s playing with forces she can’t begin to comprehend! Wriggling free of the fiendish fuzzball, you scuttle a safe distance away before locking eyes with her again.

Her warm gaze takes you in from top to bottom–her lime green eyes not daring to blink as she drinks you in, lest she miss a moment. Picking up her Striilii, however, Tzah-Tzie’s expression stiffens as she strides over to your prone form and places it back on your lap!

Err, you mutter with a confused smirk, thanks?

“Don’t mention it,” she mutters as she plops down next to you on the deck and lets her head slump against your shoulder, “... It’s yours.”

You nearly drop the Striilii again in shock! W-wha!?

“I’ve been thinking,” sighs the Spinner as she steals a sidelong glance your way, “This ‘Spinner’ thing I’ve been doing… what if I didn’t sneak away that night when I was married to Vhale?” Her eyes sink. “Could I… could I have protected my sisters? Made their lives better?” Another pause. “... Could I have saved my family?”

TT, you begin in a hushed, almost mortified tone, she… e-even if she did do that, how does that affect what’s going on right now? She’s not… is she saying she wants to quit?

“My sisters became the way they are because I ran away,” The Durher replies in a measured, almost hollow tone, “And who knows what’ll happen if I leave them again?”

Another sniffle leaves her lips. “I tried so hard to not get involved again, but now… will anyone fight for them?”

You’re about to answer with ‘her parents’ until you remember they’re the ones that sold their kids off in the first place… still, would quitting her craft really make her happy?

“Maybe I’ll just stick around here for a while…” She continues with a resigned sigh, “Who knows what’ll happen to them once you take down Trier…”

She’s… there’s no way she’s thinking straight here. She’s in shock, still–she’s gotta be! It’s been a whirlwind of problems since you arrived in Umberal–for her especially… But what’s the right way to go here? Is giving up on her dream really worth it?

What say you?
>That might be a good idea for a while, yea…
>There’s gotta be someone else that can take care of them.
>Support them with your work–they’ll be here when your adventure’s over!
>Let’s bring them with us!
>Stay Silent.
>Write-In!
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>>6355885
>Let’s bring them with us!
I don't mean like, that we should bring them on our adventures, but like...this place isn't gonna be safe for long, right? Once Trier is down, this city will probably become a battlezone between the other lords trying to fill the gap. Even if it wasn't, just the fact that the spicies and trier are dead means it'll be a battle royale for anyone trying to become the next king of fuck mountain. There's nowhere that's really safe unless we can get rid of the crazy magical evil men. I don't think staying here would work. Maybe we can find a safe place for them to stay while we do it.

Also, is the implication here that Vhale raped the catte?
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>>6355888
+1 to saying this place ain't safe no mo

>spoiler
pretty sure that's what's implied.
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>>6355885
>Let’s bring them with us!
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>>6355888
>>6355938
>>6355939
>BRING 'EM WITH (AWAY FROM UMBERAL)
Sound idea! Writinggg
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You don’t know what to say–how could you? You barely remember your interactions with your own family… how could you expect to counsel Tzah-Tzie on hers? Umberal, man… it’s been a pain in your butt ever since you arrived! The open mob control, the mechanized death squads… and you can’t even leave the damn burg without icing some magical mummy first!

You nearly miss the idea as it whizzes past your face–wait a minute… that’s it! TT, you begin as you gingerly place her Striilii aside, what if… what if they came with us?

“Ant…” The girl replies in a tone more tired than anything else, “I appreciate the offer, but you saw how they were–they need someone to…” The word gets caught in her throat. “They need care. Couldn’t tell you how much, but…”

No, you interrupt, shaking your head, you mean, like… what if you just got them out of Umberal? The Durher frowns.

“And take them where? Crossroads?”

Why not, you counter with a shrug! Umberal's gonna be a lit powder keg once you take Trier down… and Crossroads? Much safer! And you know people there! Ma! Volkir! Hell, you can probably get one of the Temples to help out! If, y’know, they go without you… or Rezzie!

“Did you forget the de facto ruler of Crossroads died right around when we arrived?” She asks bluntly. “Word is they’re still figuring out a successor, Ant… and regime changes never go smoothly…”

R-right, you shrug, but it’s gonna be even worse up here, isn’t it? And they don’t need to stay in Crossroads forever–just until you find a better place for them!

Opening her mouth to respond, whatever argument TT was going to make dies long before it leaves her lips. “... I guess we could check in with our friends in Crossroads, yea… Ma has her Job Board in the tavern and Volka has her Lamplighters…”

Taking the Striilii in hand, you gently place it back where it belongs–in your favorite Spinner’s lap. Listen, you begin as she prepares to protest, no one can change their past decisions–they can only learn from them. And she learned that she wasn’t destined to be cooped up as mobster armcandy–she was born to share people’s stories and songs with the rest of the world! Her sister knew that too! Everyone in the gang knows that! And you do too!

“B-but-”

She wants to help her family? Do it, you add as you stare the girl dead in her waterlogged eyes, but she should do it the way she knows best: by striding onto that stage tonight, knocking everyone in the audience dead, and becoming a name that everyone in Zoral knows and loves!

Pausing to take a breath, you give TT a reassuring smile as she sits processing your words. You… you know there’s a lot on her plate right now, you continue, but let’s focus on what we can do now... and hash out what comes next together, okay?

>CONTD.
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Tzah-Tzie weighs your words for a few silent moments before relenting with a sigh. “Okay, okay… we’ll give it a try… sheesh, maybe you should become Crossroads’ next Guild Chairman with how you charm people’s pants off like that…”

You blink. They can just choose people? Guild Chair? Charming whose pants off now? The Spinner rolls her eyes as she begins to tune her instrument.

“Yes, yes, and I’m not wearing pants.” She replies in rapid succession before punctuating her sentence with a wink. “Huh. Claws don’t feel as stiff anymore… mind doesn’t feel as foggy either…”

Does… that mean she’s ready to throw down? TT answers you with a cocky smirk. “I will be–after a few vocal exercises and a tuneup…”

Humming a tune to herself, the girl taps her boot on the deck as she works her way up to a song you haven’t heard before! Before she can get in too deep, however, the girl turns your way with a dire expression. “I almost forgot!”

F-forgot wha-

Your answer comes in the form of a long, tender kiss administered by your favorite fuzzball! Wrapping her arms around your neck like a very confused mink drape, the girl doesn’t let you go until she’s had her fill!

“Thanks, Ant,” She quietly adds as a faint purr leaves her throat, “For being you… and for saving me. Again.”

Any time, you reply with a smile! Before she can get back to it, however, Tzah-Tzie’s eyes bulge out in realization! “I NEARLY FORGOT!”

Oh? Forgot what, you ask as you lean in to give her easy kissing access to your cheek!

“The MEETING! What’s the situation!?” She sputters as she stumbles to her feet! W-with Trier?

“Of COURSE Trier!”

Oh, uh… d-doesn’t she need to practi-

“To HELLS with practice!” She snarls as her Striilii falls to her side! “I could beat that Lutza hag with three claws tied behind my tail! What’s the plan!? Are we gonna get him or-”

It takes a moment for you to remember that Tzah-Tzie wasn’t around when you came back from your Archmeeting with the Archmage… and by the time you fill her in on the details the girl’s eyes widen once more in utter shock!

“SUNRISE!? T-that’s WAY too soon!” She sputters in unfiltered disbelief! “Okay, no problem–we’ll get Toppel and Oti to look at the notes, you’ve got that Anti-Magic Bomb, Volka, Rezzie, Morook, and I will back you up, of course–”

TT-

“We’ll get the whole gang together–maybe borrow this airship too in case we need to beat a hasty retreat–”

TT.

“You’ve got some magical protection, which is good, but that bomb should throw his powers for a loop too, and that’s the most important part–well, that and cutting off access to those Teksouls–”

>CONTD.
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TT! The catthing nearly hops off the deck at your sudden shout! “Y-yea?”

You’ll figure out the plan once you get back to Crystalmelt, you begin in a calm tone, but right now you just need her to take a few breaths, okay? The Spinner takes your request with a side-order of deep breaths!

“You’re right… I just… if I had known your big act would be happening so soon I would’ve…” Her eyes meet yours with fresh hope inside… but also a hint of concern. “Just don’t pull any punches, okay? And hold on even if things look grim–once you’ve been defeated in your head, the rest follows!”

Where’d she hear that from, you ask, cocking your head to the side! A song?

The Spinner averts her eyes as she replies with a demure smile. “A gambler…”

Figures. Before you can dive deeper into where TT gets her advice, a Speakerstone crackles to life near the entrance to the deck!

Ahoy-hoy! Now hear this, passengers: we’ll arrive at Crystalmelt in about ten minutes! Grinding gears, sensors are picking up quite the crowd headed that way… must be a big name playing tonight!

As the announcement fades away, you find Tzah-Tzie staring up at you again. She uh… she really oughta get at least a LITTLE practice in…

“I will, I will…” She grumbles as she gives her instrument a defiant strum! “But if you need anything–advice, affirmations, tales and tunes of heroics and heraldry, well…” She sends a warm smile your way as she starts up another song. “I’m here for you, okay?”

You know, you answer with a fresh smile. And you’re here for her too!

That puts a little rosiness back into her cheeks. “You SPOIL me~”

What do you do with your last few minutes before rejoining the gang at Crystalmelt?
>Ask TT about her sister Nuusi.
>Plan TT’s entrance for the concert!
>Inquire about any Temples that might help her sisters.
>Try to talk to RED.
>Track Rezzie down!
>Listen to her practice.
>Rest up–you have a feeling you’re gonna need it!
>Write-In!
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>>6355977
>Plan TT’s entrance for the concert!
What we need...is PRESENTATION.
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>>6355885
I'm too late to vote on this, but it's worth noting a couple things IMO:

1) if she stayed, she'd have had no useful skills or allies to save them
2) Vhale inevitably tired of every single wife anyway and demanded another, so even if she'd stayed he would have just rendered her catatonic morbid pun not intended and then moved onto the next one anyway

TT did nothing wrong. Well, not on this front. She does lots of questionable things more broadly being an impulsive alcoholic kleptomaniac gambling ho... But she's OUR impulsive alcoholic kleptomaniac gambling ho!

>>6355977
>Plan TT’s entrance for the concert!
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>>6355977
>Rest up–you have a feeling you’re gonna need it!
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>>6355977
>Plan TT’s entrance for the concert!
We only got a few minutes, we might as well make the most of it.
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>>6355978
>>6355987
>>6356076
>ENTER STAGE LEFT
>>6356073
>HONK SHOO MEMEMEMe
Looks like the entrance wins it! Expect an update later today--lots going on, I'm afraid!
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It doesn’t feel right to let your gal rush off less than an hour after rescuing her, but as you watch the Spinner lose herself in her music and color slowly return to her eyes, you realize that this might be exactly what she needs: a loud, glitzy showdown with her rival with all of Umberal watching!

Sure, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to talk to her more about what transpired, but TT hasn’t led you astray yet–she’s made an effort to be truthful in the past, she’ll loop you in when she’s ready! But right now, well… even as her eyes close as she strums away at her Striilii you can sense it:

There’s a long, jagged, metaphorical spike lodged deep in the Durher’s body, and only a slow, steady hand can remove it. Yank it out and it’ll tear her to shreds, but leave it in and the wound’ll just fester.

And music? Theatrics? Strumming a Striilii and smiling at fans? They might just be the best medicine TT can get… that and, you selfishly think to yourself, support from you and her friends.

You’re not a therapist, you’re not even that skilled in dealing with your own baggage, but something tells you you might be right… and you’ve got just enough time before your arrival to show her you care!

Hey, you begin, softening your voice so as not to drown out Tzah-Tzie’s practicing, given any thought as to how you wanna make your grand entrance?

“Well one thing’s for certain:” Tzah-Tzie replies with a twinkle in her eye, “It’s gotta be BIG! Flashy! Something that makes everyone gasp in shock and… and…!”

Awe? The fuzzball blinks.

“... I was gonna say ‘fear’, but awe works! Awe is good!” She replies with a spirited nod! “Ooh, maybe we could get Oti and Toppel in on the fun–cast some spells, raise some havoc…” Her voice trails off as she stares you down like a cat locking on to a sparrow. “... Say…”

Nope, you firmly interject, you are NOT going to use your DEMONIC POWERS as PYROTECHNICS! The Spinner sulks.

“You didn’t know if I was gonna suggest that.”

Yea you did.

Hells...” TT groans as her finger plinks a flat note, “C’mon, what’s the worst that could happen? People’ll talk about it for YEARS to come!”

Yea, you counter, because they’ll be MORTIFIED!

“‘Mortified’ is such a negative term!” Tzah-Tzie chides with a wry grin on her face! “What about… ‘stupefied’?”

No.

“‘Bedazzled?’”

No!

“Ooh, ‘Blown Away!’”

They probably will be if the flames spread fast enough.

“D’awww, come oooon, Ant!” She groans, tail thumping on the floor next to her in protest, “This might be my big break!”

Wasn’t her ‘big break’ gonna be when she finally released that ballad of yours? The girl shrinks a bit.

>CONTD.
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>>6356260
“Y-yea, of course that’ll knock ‘em dead too once I finish, but-”

She’s not gonna give up that easily, is she? Resting your hands on your hips with a resigned sigh, you decide to interject a few thoughts of your own:

What do?
>Joji mentioned an ESCAPE ROPE SYSTEM…
>Fine, she can have a LITTLE hellfire.
>Rezzie can swoop down with her!
>Let’s get Toppel and Oti onboard for some sounds and effects!
>Ooh, what if I ‘magicianed’ you onto the stage?
>I have this wild MAGICAL BAG…
>We’ve got Blastcaps–can we use those without killing anyone?
>Can we get you to emerge from the crowd? Really guerilla-style!
>Write-In!
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>>6356261
>Joji mentioned an ESCAPE ROPE SYSTEM…
Swing directly into the stage from an airship; that oughta be cool even in the dark.
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>>6356261
>Joji mentioned an ESCAPE ROPE SYSTEM…
>Let’s get Toppel and Oti onboard for some sounds and effects!
The combo of her descending unseen while magic users set up the crowd for the entrance will do. Bright red (VISIBLE!) fire will just distract from ger glorious performance as everyone panics about the comet prophecy or whatever.
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>>6356261
>Joji mentioned an ESCAPE ROPE SYSTEM…
Is she ready to SWING with the KING?
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>>6356261
>Joji mentioned an ESCAPE ROPE SYSTEM…
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Yo bones! I just finished slice quest recently (great quest btw I enjoyed it alot!). Unfortunately the link in picrel doesn't seem to work so I kinda got blueballed. Got any alternative link? thanks in advance!
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>>6356264
>>6356302
>>6356416
>>6356298
>ROPE A DOPE
>>6356298
>ROPE AND MAGIC
Whoops, sorry for the wait, all! This week's been wild. Will have the update ready ta' go later today!
>>6356484
Oh shit, an actual Slice Quest reader! Thanks for giving that one a shot--I definitely have my self-critiques about it, but I hope you enjoyed it!

As for that strange link...
https://rentry.org/6q8ph6hh
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Listen, you begin after a few moments of quiet contemplation and vigorous temple-rubbing, we’ve got an airship–apparently the only one of its kind–why not make her grand entrance rappelling down to the stage!? The fuzzthing weighs your words as if they were gold.

“Hmm… not a bad idea, Ant, but-”

But nothing, you protest! Just think: Lutza’s finishing up her number, right? The audience, well, they’re enjoying themselves, but it’s been a big night, they had work today–they’re getting a little sleepy! Just when she’s about to wrap up… BAM!

The sudden sound effect sends the Spinner sprawling! “B-BAM!?”

BAM! A massive machine RIPS through the air and hovers above the stage… and as everyone starts to freak out… YOU appear!

TT’s eyes widen as the image forms in her head. “Y-YEA!?”

And like the wiliest of rogues, you continue, energy building in your tone with every word, you descend to the stage playing the SICKEST riffs… and by the time you land, all eyes, ears, and, uh… antennae maybe are on YOU!

And that, my dear, is when you introduce yourself:

TZAH-TZIE!
TZAH-TZIE!

As the name leaves both of your mouths, the two of you exchange an amped-up glance!

“Yea… YEA!” The Durher exclaims with stars in her eyes, “I LOVE it! Gosh, the audience won’t know what hit ‘em… and it’ll definitely take their eyes off of LUTZA for once!” A sly grin works its way onto the musician’s face as her eyes appraise you up and down! “... You suuuuree you don’t wanna add a lil’ fire, though?”

Yes, you frown, you’re sure–Crossroads was already in a tizzy over that darn RED COMET thing–who knows what’ll happen if you start shit in Anarcho-Mageville? Moreover, the crowd would be too busy panicking over color to watch her grand entrance! Your reasoning is sound–sound enough to make the Durher deflate like an old balloon in defeat.

“Bleeeh… when you’re right, you’re right…” She shrugs as her bushy tail thumps on the floor. “But hey, if you run into anyone DANGEROUS at the conc-”

NO.

You relay the plans to Joji after spending a few minutes wandering around the ship’s corridors like a lost child at the mall. To say the Mox was excited would be… an understatement. Ears still ringing from several close-proximity ‘GWAHAHA’s, you soon find yourself back in the CARGO HOLD with your hand hovering over the ramp switch!

Well, you begin as TT’s breathing grows louder than a pug running a marathon, ready?

BORN ready!” She chirps, already well into her ‘SPINNER PERSONA’, “You’re gonna watch, right?”


Wouldn’t miss it, you answer with a reassuring grin as Rezalith steps forward to give the girl a pat on the head!

>CONTD.
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>>6356533
“I, REZALITH, shall be watching too!” She decrees with the voice of a queen ordering someone’s beheading, “Don’t even THINK of disappointing me!”

“Rezzie, my dear,” Purrs the performer with a rogueish smirk, “By the time this concert’s over, you’re gonna be begging me for an autograph~”

“Ha! I don’t even know the meaning of the word!”

She probably doesn’t. Before you can add anything else, an eager–if not somewhat crackly–voice pipes in through the Speakerstones!

APPROACHING THE LZ–LOOK LIVELY! Ahh, sputtering sprockets, I always wanted to say something like that!

“Sounds like my cue…” Tzah-Tzie murmurs as she tugs you and Rezalith into a hug, much to the latter’s shock!

“W-what are-!?”

“Quit squirming!” Snarls the Spinner as she tugs you all tighter! “I might not get another chance for a while!” One of her lime green eyes flits up to yours with the faintest of twinkles.

“You know, Anton my dear,” She purrs, tail swishing behind her as the sound of muffled music slowly filters in through the airship’s hull, “This might be the last time we get to talk before I become… A STAR!

She doesn’t have to say it all dramatic like that, but she’s not wrong–you might not get another chance for a while, especially if Trier pulls some BS. Not to mention asking TT to not be dramatic is like asking a horseshoe crab to not eat worms and molluscs! It ain’t gonna happen!

Any last words before TT makes her grand entrance?
>Get that Striilii back!
>No heroics–get outta there the minute something seems off!
>Love you, Tzah-Tzie!
>Show that Lutza who’s boss, okay?
>Stay Silent! She’ll Think You Disappeared!
>Write-In!

Also, where will you be posted up during the performance?
>The Airship!
>You’ll link up with the others!
>Patrolling the audience!
>Somewhere near the stage!
>Write-In!
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>>6356534
>Get that Striilii back!
>Slap her ass for good luck too
And then
>Somewhere near the stage!
Obviously.
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>>6356534
>Get that Striilii back!
>Somewhere near the stage!
Git'em girl
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>>6356534
>Get that Striilii back!
>Somewhere near the stage!
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>>6356534
>Get that Striilii back!
>You’ll link up with the others!
Let's see how they're holding up.

>>6356538
Ant ain't that smooth.
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>>6356538
>GET DAT STRIILII, BABE!
>SMACK DAT BOOTY
>NEAR STAGE
>>6356556
>>6356558
>GET DAT STRIILII
>NEAR STAGE
>>6356563
>GET DAT STRIILII
>WIT THE GANG
Looks like Get Striili and near the stage wins it, but don't worry--your pals might be in that neck of the woods too, maybe? Who knows! HEHEHE
And screw it, I'll throw in the butt smack too for no extra charge! Think of me as one of those Used Car Salesmen in the commercials where they wear really big ten-gallon hats! EVERYTHING MUST GO!
>>6356563
As a hopeless CattethingKING I feel the need to remind you that #ourboy DID take her to pound-town a few times
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>>6356577
>As a hopeless CattethingKING I feel the need to remind you that #ourboy DID take her to pound-town a few times
Yeah, but he was using a weird goopy condom thing so it doesn't count. It's the law. Look it up.
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>>6356582
I am above the law
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>>6356577
>pound-town
Yeah, but casual ass-slaps require a level of confident indifference in public that no STAGE MAGICIAN could ever accomplish.
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Feeling the engines roar beneath your feet, you give the ramp button a smack and smile as you hear the airship-induced mayhem unfold: the magically-amplified singing/strumming combo below goes quiet as a dull murmur in the crowd rises to a roar!

Showtime, everyone! I’ll keep ‘er steady for ya!

Sending a quick ‘thanks’ towards what you hope is your new pilot’s way, you take TT by the shoulders and give her a reassuring smile–this is it, you begin as you give her a tender squeeze, go get that Striilii back, yea?

“Oh, I’ll be TAKING it!” She fires back, the answer cut short as you yank her towards you to plant a big kiss on her lips! “E-easy there, slick…” She sputters, eyes wide and cheeks flushed as she struggles to recover from the ambush, “Y-you’re gonna spoil my concentration!”
Spinning her around to face the open-end of the loading ramp, you give the girl’s ample behind a firm smack that makes her yelp in surprise! Go gettem’, TT!

Leaving you and Rezzie with one last wink over her shoulder, the girl ensures her ESCAPE ROPE is fastened before leaps off the ramp like an Olympic Diver! Good thing, too–you totally didn’t check it for her before she jumped! That would’ve been embarrassing!

Watching the Durher descend, you can’t help but feel a few butterflies hatch in your stomach as the sounds of the marvelling crowd make it all the way up to your altitude! Drifting down to earth like a fuzzy snowflake, the Spinner almost looks serene as she begins to play a song you haven’t heard before…

Say what you will about Tzah-Tzie’s effervescent demeanor–the girl loves her sad songs… and the one you hear her start to strum out is no different. Slow, low, and slightly nostalgic, you’re enraptured immediately as she reaches the stage like a leaf landing on a cold pond’s surface in the middle of a quiet forest.

A polite smile forms on Lutza’s face as her crowd falls under Tzah-Tzie’s spell–lord only knows if she’s genuinely surprised or going along with the bit! Nevertheless she gives the sudden Spinner some room to play.

“Her music…” Mutters Rezalith barely above a whisper, “Why doesn’t it inspire me to KILL?

Because, you whisper back as you hear the escape harness moored to the wall jingle from a trio of firm tugs, it’s supposed to make you feel another way! The demon shoots you a sidelong and very confused glance. “... WHAT way?”

You dunno, you shrug as Joji does his best to quietly ferry you away, but does it matter? The devil answers with a noncommittal grunt as she cranes her head in the direction of the rapidly-departing stage.

“Guess not...”

Hate ta’ interrupt,” Joji whispers, even though the Speakerstones defeat the purpose, “But I’d disembark now if I were you–no way in the Hells yer’ gonna make it to that rooftop with crowds like that clogging up the whole place!

>CONTD.
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He’s not wrong–even as they listen in pure silence, you see more eyes watching from the Lodge’s base than you’ve seen anywhere else in Zoral… and you were there when they announced Chairman Fellick’s death!

”Shuuri an’ I’ll touch down somewhere closeby!” The Mox continues as you feel Rezzie’s claws clasp your shoulders, “Gimme the signal when ya’ want a pickup–three clicks! Two long, one short!

Right, you recall as you fish the METAL CLICKER out from your pocket that Joji gave you when you explained the plan, nearly forgot! Stowing it safely away, you give your Hellish Hauler a nod and try not to get queasy as she leaps off the loading ramp with you in tow!

A cold breeze batters your face as she dives, the soft sound of TT’s Striilii growing as you approach the stage! Before you can get too close, however, you feel a faint tingle in your head along with a familiar voice:

Good… you’re here.

You’d recognize that pure professionalism anywhere! Landing on the far edge of the Lodge, you barely manage to leave Rezalith’s grip before Joplin comes to greet you looking as dour as ever! Kept him waiting, huh?

“Not at all–you’re precisely on schedule.” The Gnok curtly replies. “Your associates volunteered to guard the perimeter along with The Triplets.” His expression darkens. “I thought it prudent to accept.”

He thought right, you reply as you stretch your shoulders! Is he worried about any, uh, passionate fans?

“Always.” He states as his sharp gaze sweeps the rooftop. “That flying machine of yours–is it prepared to make a hasty extraction?”

Errr, maybe, you respond with a puzzled grin! He said he’d pick you up if you asked, but-

“Good. I presume you being alive and well means our ‘mutual friend’ isn’t?” You’re not sure about Rolo, you answer with a shrug, but his boss? Deader than disco.

“I don’t know what that is.”

Right… look, Vhale’s gone, you repeat, meaning-

“That his subordinates will be out for blood, yes.” Nods the Gnok as his eyes continue to dance along the rooftop. Should we call the concert off, then? Lutza’s manager shakes his head. “No… if we act rashly they’ll know the jig is up… and then they’ll get desperate.”

So, you sigh, what’s the plan then? Joplin straightens his posture a bit. “Stay vigilant. The venue’s already been paid its portion and we’ve rigged a bell to go off onstage signalling the end to Miss Lutza. It will go off within the hour.”

So you just need to guard the joint until time’s up?

“You will also be responsible for calling your airship pilot, should he be amenable to the idea,” the Gnok continues, his eyes not leaving yours as he lays out the plan. “Money is no object–we will pay any fee to ensure safe extraction from the venue.”

>CONTD.
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R-really!? Well, uh, you… you’re pretty sure he’ll be down for that! A half-grin slips onto the Gnok’s face. “Good. I would humbly request your aid as well in the security detail as well. You’ve proven yourself reliable in past… altercations.” His eyes shift over to a still-spellbound Rezalith.

“... She would also prove useful.”

Rez is always down for a fight, you reply, an-

“Try to keep things quiet, if you please–the less disruptions and panic the better.”

Fair enough… finding the manager’s terms agreeable, you stop talking just in time to catch the tail-end of Tzah-Tzie’s song… and the ROAR of applause that follows! Curtseying like a princess, the Spinner turns to face her opponent with a sly smirk on her face!

“That was lovely, dear,” Lutza purrs, her natural eloquence hiding any evidence of this confrontation being staged, “To whom do I owe the pleasure?”

“You don’t remember me?” TT answers with a flick of her tail! “From the Skyrail?” Her claw dances down her Striilii’s strings as all eyes and ears fall upon her. “Then allow me… to reintroduce myself!”

https://youtu.be/kqxa7odMvJY

“Who am I? A humble Spinner…” Begins your favorite furball as her eyes begin to glitter with the thrill of the fight, “A tale-teller! Fable-forger… a walker of the endless road!”

You could hear a pin drop in all of Umberal right now… that’s your girl!

TZAH-TZIE is my name... and I’ve come to reclaim through song and strum what is rightfully mine, Lutza: MY STRIILII!”

The crowd gasps at the sudden scandal… were they planted too!? Before you can get your answer, Lutza beats you to the punch with a delicate laugh!

“As is your right, ‘Tzah-Tzie’... but I’m afraid if you want it…” She remarks, raising the instrument in question aloft like a fencer’s blade, “... Then you’ll have to take it…” For the briefest of moments you spot a glimmer in Lutza’s eye–is it an act, you wonder as the city holds its collective breath, or is she actually excited?

“Ready my instrument then…” Purrs your performer with a toothy grin! “This shan’t take long!”

“Very well… if it’s a duel you seek,” Says Lutza as she strides over to her opponent with a matching smile, “Then I ACCEPT!”

The crowd erupts in raucous cheers as if a spell had been broken–and as the two begin their Bardic Brawl you have Joplin point you in the direction of…

Choose ONE OR MORE! (Rezzie will go her own way if you don’t pick her!)
>Volka!
>Morook!
>Toppel & Obber!
>Oti!
>Rezalith!
>No One! Just You and RED!
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>>6356621
>Volka!
Love me a Volka. Gotta have a Volka. Ten thousand years of Volka content.
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>>6356621
>Rezalith!
Well, now I just *gotta* pick her.
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>>6356621
>Volka!
>Rezalith!
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>>6356621
>Volka!
>Morook!
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>>6356625
>>6356626
>>6356705
>VOLKA!
>REZ-REZ!
>>6356707
>VOLKA!
>MOROOK!!!!
Looks like the Golden Girls win again! Writing~
>>6356626
I posted that update and was all 'okay cool so now everyone knows Rezzie isn't mandator-' and then I read it again and realized it also totally sounds like she'd get up to mischief on her own.

Which, let's be honest, would totally be in character for her. Sorry for the indirect influence!
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>>6356505
>Oh shit, an actual Slice Quest reader! Thanks for giving that one a shot--I definitely have my self-critiques about it, but I hope you enjoyed it!
I definitely did! it was very funny and the characters were very loveable (yes even Rivka, especially her!). The pepper nat-1 curse kept me on my toes the whole time! The only critique I have is that its too short! Say you wouldn't have any sequel in the plans? the potential is there, what with the crazy blue haired villainess still being at large and all. I definitely would love to Diesel and the gang back at it again. I'm also planning on binging this quest some time later.
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You know better than to leave Rezzie to her own devices… Truth be told, though, you’re beginning to appreciate her having your back in a pinch! Call it pessimistic, but you get the feeling there’s gonna be a pinch or two before this concert’s done… Motioning for the fiend to follow, you ask Joplin where you can find your favorite Skog!

“South Roof Perimeter–she insisted she was to be ‘The Wall’ in case anyone or anything tried to make its way up here.” The manager coolly replies as the duelists begin their magically-amplified duet! Dude doesn’t even need you to repeat yourself over the din–what a PRO!

“I feel obliged to inform you that she made it very clear that she was to be referred to as ‘The Wall’ for the rest of the night.”

“But when I come up with a name you look at me all strange!” Scoffs your Satanthing with a derisive snort! Following Joplin’s directions gets you where you need to go relatively quickly–not that it’s a big jaunt, of course. Crystalmelt’s pretty big, sure, but the stage dwarfs most of the roof as you make your way across–man, magic must make setup easy!

You spot ‘The Wall’ relatively easily–it’s hard to miss the set of big, yellow amidst a smattering of Crystalmelt Staff scurrying around the rooftop, especially when their owner is bawling at TT’s performance like a mother watching her son graduate. Just when you think she’s preoccupied, however, the sobbing Skog LEAPS across the roof and pins both you and Rezalith in a bear hug that nearly sends your eyes screaming from their sockets!

Y-y-you’re ALIIIIIIIVE!!!!” She sputters, not even bothering to try to stifle her tears as a trembling smile creeps onto her lips! “I thought… I mean I KNEW you would be fine, but I also didn’t think that… a-and you’re here and you flew in which is… a-and that means… a-and… and just LISTEN to her, ROOK!

Hoisted by your robe’s hood like a cat that got into the kibble bag, you and a very-perturbed Rezalith are aimed at the dueling Durhers just a stone’s throw away on the stage! It’s an interesting setup, to say the least–while the crowd listens at the base of the building, the roof is almost shockingly-clear… you’d think there’d be some front-row seats or something, but-

Your train of thought is swiftly derailed by what unfolds in front of you–two Spinners locked in what sounds like a musical back-and-forth, each taking turns to build on the other’s notes with nary a quip or dig!

It’s… weird, to say the least, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying it! You’re a little biased in who you think is doing the best, sure, but lord only knows who’ll be crowned the victor… and how!

>CONTD.
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>>6356861
Rezalith is gobstruck. No surprise, you think as you watch her quietly dangle from Volka’s claw like a hog in a meat locker, you’re not even sure if they have music where she came from!

Just… listen to her…” The Skog softly repeats, trying and failing to quietly sniff up some snot. “Oh, I’m just so, SO glad she’s back here safe an’ sound, Ant…

You and her both, you quietly reply! Maybe it’s the shock talking, but with everything on fast-forward you haven’t really begun to appreciate just how lucky you got with the Mansion Raid…

It didn’t go off seamlessly–Tzah-Tzie knows that better than anyone–but her tormentor is gone and his cronies are out of commission. And you? You’ve got notes on Trier penned by the guy that wanted him gone–you just need to ensure Oti or Toppel transcribe them for you!

“What am I DOING!?” Yanking the two of you back into her warm and very beefy embrace, Volka gives the two of you a smile that could melt even the coldest ice! “You’re BACK! Mission Accomplished, yea?”

Yea, you nod as you half-pat, half-try to tap out on Volka’s bicep! All that remains is The Big Cheese…

“Oh HELLS, what a relief!” The Skog snorts before being shushed by a crew member! “I, uh… I mean… good! Things got a lil’ hairy once you took off, actually–some Illusionist tried ta’ bust into our suite right after you left, if ya’ can believe it!”

You can, you dryly reply, but who were they? Did they get any intel?

“Claimed to be Sixface’s second-ranked assassin…” Volka frowns as you and Rezalith exchange a sidelong glance, “But we put ‘em with the rest of ‘em, don’t worry!”

Sorry in advance, you retort, but you’re worrying--are they all secured? Who’s guarding them?

“Oh, don’t worry about that!” Pshaws the Skog with a polite giggle! “Toppel an’ Oti took care of ‘em! Said, um… ‘they won’t be capable of the thoughts necessary to hurt people anymore’, or something like that. I wasn’t listenin’ too hard… still a little starstruck by Lutza, y’know?”

Sure, you shrug, you get that… do they have any plans after the concert? The Skog shrugs. “Figured you’d wanna discuss that, I think. Better than just cuttin’ ‘em open or making their heads pop, right?”

Maybe? Can… can Oti and Toppel do that? Volka’s blank stare is the only answer you need.

“So!” She chirps, shying a bit as another staffer sends another glare the girl’s way, “Here ta’ help ole’ Volka on watch duty, huh? Lamplighter’s job is never done!”

Yea, you smirk, you heard ‘The Wall’ could use some backup! Volka’s chest puffs out with pride! “Keen, ain’t it? Nothing’s getting past me, Rook, you’ll see! Morook’s blending in like a shadow, Oti an’ Toppel are doin’ mage stuff-”

...And Obber?

“Oh! He’s running the sound booth!”

Ah.

>CONTD.
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>>6356862
Tzah-Tzie’s tempo increases behind you as you scan the crowd below to find a sea of eyes gazing up your way! You wouldn’t wanna be down there right now, that’s for sure…

“Feel free ta’ sit back an’ listen,” The Skog sighs as her heavy tail thumps the roof in a vain attempt to keep the duelist’s rhythm, “I’ll holler if I sense anything funny!”

Well if she insists…

>Roll me 1d100-5 (+5 Devil Senses, +4 Skog Senses, -10 HUGE CROWD, -4 Loud and Dark) to keep an ear out! Best of 3!
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>>6356832
Yea, if there's one thing I could change about Slice it'd be throwing a few more curveballs in the way of speedrunning the quest. I had fun running it, but there were definitely parts that even as the QM I can safely say were rushed. Definitely not the only thing wrong with it, but all we can do is march forwards with the knowledge we gained, right? Trying to use what I learned from Slice here in Dark, but we'll see if it pays off. Glad you liked the characters--I had a great time writing 'em!

As for a sequel, well... I can't say it'll happen with absolute certainty, but I will say that every quest thus far is in (to a degree) the same universe. Take that how you will! Here's some bonus Rivka since you're such a good sport!
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Rolled 71 - 5 (1d100 - 5)

>>6356864
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>>6356867
You're too hard on yourself. Slice was short, which necessitated speedy resolutions, but it was great!

>>6356832
I'm an advocate of Libby Quest myself.

>>6356864
Rolling!
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Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>6356864
Last roll eh
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>>6356907
>HIGHEST ROLL: 75!
Writing, eh

>>6356880
Oh snap, I forgot about this art! Yea, Libby was a touch underused as was most of the cast... but again, outwards and upwards! Still, thank you for the kind words--been a bit of a rough week and I always love to hear when people take the time to read my slop!

One more Rivka because why the heck not
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And thus begins your watch, or listen if you prefer! Despite her seemingly-carefree demeanor, it doesn’t take long for you to notice how seriously Volka takes her security gig–her body remains relaxed as she leads you on a slow, methodical patrol around the Lodge’s edge, but every so often you spot a tell–her eyes flit to the side, her tail stiffens at a sudden sound… it’s easy to forget who the Skog is, you think as she continues leading you along like a tour guide, but just like Rezzie you’re happy she’s on your side!

It almost distracts you from the music–and what it’s become! What started with each singer taking turns turns into something else entirely: you’re not a music whiz by any means, even on a good day, but there’s something jarring about hearing both girls singing and strumming simultaneously…

And yet… it works! Neither Durher seems intent on losing, and though you can’t see the sweat on their brows–if they even CAN sweat, that is–you can tell by the look in their eyes that things are heating up! Nevertheless, neither Lutza nor TT shows fear or fatigue as they dance across the stage, and the crowd?

The crowd is having a BALL!

Amidst the cheers and the chants, however, you notice something off. It takes you a moment, but once you see it you can’t quite look away.

Eyes. Blue, spectral eyes looming around the concert’s perimeter like cats waiting to pounce! Hey, you mutter as you gently tap the girls on their respective shoulders (though in Volka’s case you settle for her elbow), check that out.

“Yea…” Mutters the Lamplighter as she peeks through her peripherals, “More of ‘em watching from the hills too.”

She’s not wrong–as your eyes scan the natural barriers surrounding the Lodge you pick out several more glowing eyes lurking in the gloom!

Teksouls. Lots!

“Didn’t see any earlier around here,” Volka mutters as she continues to patrol as if nothing had changed, “Y’think your mansion visit changed something?”

You couldn’t even begin to hazard a guess–you didn’t see any of Trier’s cronies around when you first came to Crystalmelt, but waiting until now? It’s peculiar, to say the least!

“It ain’t dawn… not yet, I think…” Murmurs the Skog as her tail preemptively curls possessively around you, “That’s how long you had, right, Rook? Before, uh…” Her tail slumps a bit. “‘Showtime’?”

>CONTD.
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>>6356976
“Let them try to take him…” Purrs Rezzie with renewed flame in her eyes, “See what happens!”

You appreciate the thought, Rezzie, but you kinda made a deal… and you don’t want to invoke any curses, hexes, or other bad stuff if you mess with the process! If anyone’s gonna shake things up, you want it to be Trier!

Not ‘Kill everyone’ ‘shake up’... but if he wanted to make an evil speech or cackle or something, well…

The question is, you think as you try not to show how aware you are of the construct horde looming over the concert like hungry customers at a buffet, you don’t know if he’s a dealbreaker or not… especially after you iced his ‘business partner’...

“How ya’ wanna handle it, Rook?”

How indeed!
>Head over to one and talk! What’s the deal!?
>Keep patrolling, but keep an eye on ‘em…
>Rezzie, go ask the nice constructs what they want!
>Tell Joplin–he oughta’ know what to do!
>They’re gonna attack… attack FIRST!
>Write-In!
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>>6356977
>Keep patrolling, but keep an eye on ‘em…
When hey make a move, we can set off the anti-magic bomb if need be. Better to save it for Trier, though.

As for the deal... Red made it, right? Not us? No need to worry, then!
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>>6356977
>Head over to one and talk! What’s the deal!?


>>6356978
I really don't think we should activate a bomb in the middle of a big crowd.
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>>6356978
RED technically made it, yea! But will breaking what Trier perceives as the deal piss him off? Probably...
>>6356979
The bomb's blast radius has been lowered, but yea... it could still probably hurt the whole crowd if it detonates in, say, the middle
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>>6356979
If they move in, it will probably be at dawn. We can clear the crowd out before then, deactivate the automaton army, and move in on Tier while he's not got his back up! maybe We did specifically get one with a smaller "boom" to avoid causing collateral.
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>>6356977
>Head over to one and talk! What’s the deal!?
I rather not use the bomb when there's a crowd, and when we should be using it on Trier, frankly. It's better to prod and poke when we can instead of swinging the first punch.
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>>6356977
>Head over to one and talk! What’s the deal!?
"What's this guy's problem?"
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>>6356867
I've followed both bones quest and slice quest, they were both fun. I wonder if Sybil and Pepper would get along since they both report or argue over the different media they prefer

>>6356977
>Head over to one and talk! What’s the deal!?
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>>6356978
>KEEP PATROLLING, BUT KEEP AN EYE!
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>>6357124
>MY GIRLFRIEND IS PERFORMING WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU IDIOTS WANT
Writing!!!!
>>6357124
I think Pepper's insatiable appetite for the truth coupled with Sybil's insatiable appetite for the unknown would not only make them a great team, but very good pals as well. Sybil DID used to drag Stanley around to help record podcast material so I'm sure Syb would jump at the chance to have a partner in crime, especially one so batshit. I guess the only hitch would be that Pepperoni and Syb might fight over the 'center stage' since both of 'em are so big on their respective work! Oh and here's a Pepper Pic because now I'm getting into this
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Nuh-uh, no way–you’re not about to let your Special Lady’s big break get ruined by a few lightbulbs! Rez, you bark as your eyes lock onto the nearest Teksoul hovering outside the crowd, get me over there, wouldja? You wanna have a word...

“When do you NOT?” Groans the demon as Volka sends a worried glance your way.

“Are… are you sure, Rook?” She stammers as her tail reluctantly lets you go, “What if-”

You’re no expert, you interject with a reassuring smile, but if Trier’s toys wanted to do something nasty they’d be shooting first and asking broken, garbled questions later–you saw as much back at the mansion! That said, you continue as a frown creeps onto your face, you’re not a fan of how they’re just… lurking like that.

“Just like that degenerate ‘Table’…” Scoffs Rezalith with even more disdain in her tone than usual! “Always leering at me from afar as if I don’t notice… I notice. My senses could KILL yours!”

“Hahaha! That they could…” Volka chirps with a shake of her head, “That they could…”

… Yea, you’re gonna have to have a team huddle if you survive all this. Until then, though, you’ve got a Teksoul to inTEKogate!

Your fiendish flyer frowns. “That doesn’t work.”

Whatever, you don’t see HER trying out any cool quips! Hoisted into the air without a comeback, you tell Volka to not get distracted–you’ll be back in a jiff! Just keep an eye on everything else!

“R-roger that, Rook!” She nods, clearly not 100% onboard with your idea! Nevertheless, it’s hard to change your mind when a demon is busy ferrying you from a rooftop to the ground! Soaring through the air as the crowd goes WILD, you briefly forget that TT and Lutza are still dueling on-stage. No applause for you, unfortunately…

Say what you will about Rezzie, the girl’s smart enough to bring you to one of the glowing eyes situated further away from the concertgoers! You aren’t exactly itching for a fight just yet–not when the big man himself isn’t present at least–but if anything does go awry you’d rather it started away from innocents!

The air’s even colder and stronger atop the hills surrounding the spa, but that doesn’t stop you from hastily wriggling free from Rezalith’s talons and stomping over to the Teksoul with fresh purpose in your glare! Hey, you snarl, jabbing an accusatory finger in the construct’s direction, what’s your problem? Your Special Lady is performing! Go away!

If the Teksoul or its ‘operator’ are flustered by your question or demeanor, they don’t seem to show it. ”ObSeRVAtiON: DaWN AppROaCHEs.”

Yea, you noticed, you reply with a derisive snort even though you have no clue what time it is! What’s it to him, huh? He’s gonna freak the audience out!

>CONTD.
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>>6357330
The construct creaks to the side. ”AdDEnDum: vhALe NesSUrmOS stAtuS: OBserVatiON LoST. ProPERty loST to ArsSoNN. ProgNoSiSSs: DEmonIC in NAtuRrE.”

Yea, you shrug, what about it? You literally asked him to revoke Vhale’s ‘protection’ as part of the dea-

”RecKLEsS EndAnGERMenT oF CRiTcal ResOURcEsSSs…” The Teksoul crackles as you spot the eyes of its peers swiveling to face you even from far across the crowd! Well he didn’t exactly rush in to stop you, you fire back! How does that compute, hmm?

The construct goes quiet. Parsing… or playing, you wonder! ”obSerVatiON: JudgEMEnT IrrAtioNAl ANd illOgiCAl. inSufFicIEnT SelF-PreSErVatiON demOnStraTEd. ConCLuSIOn: autOnOmY RevoKED. It WiLL retuRN to THe AteLiER. It WILL YiELD.”

“Oh, it will, will it?” Snarls Rezzie as she strides in front of you with a sneer, “And what will happen if ‘IT’ doesn’t, hm?”

Rezzie-

A ripple of magic rushes from one of the Teksouls’ unseen appendages that freezes the fiend in place!

“AddEnDUM: CooPEraTIOn IS… ADvISeD.”

And if you refuse?

”AdvISEd… buT UnnEcEssARY.”

As Rezalith sputters out of her stasis, you weigh the robotthing’s words carefully–they want you to come with them for ‘safety’ until dawn… but they would prefer to do it willingly. You don’t recall the specifics, but Trier said taking your lifeforce or whatever would tarnish the quality if it was against your will…

Meaning you still have leverage here. But also a chance to slip under his nose! You’re pretty sure he won’t let you bring pals, either, so if you wanna get a message out to them you should probably do it while you can…

What’s the plan?
>Agree!
>You wanna speak face-to-face, actually…
>Gotta talk to someone first! (Who?)
>You’re not leaving this lodge til’ dawn!
>ATTACK this thing! Come on out, you old bag!
>Stay Silent! It’ll think you disappeared!
>Write-In!
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>>6357331
>Stay Silent! It’ll think you disappeared!
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>>6357331
>Tell them that if they want to make sure I'm safe until dawn, they can just guard this show from any threats
Kill two birds with one stone. They get to "make sure we don't escape or tarnish the force by resisting" and we get to stay while also not having to worry about attacks.
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>>6357330
>“Just like that degenerate ‘Table’…”
I see Rezzie isn't a fan of Magically Challenged

qm return never ever :(
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>>6357331
>Stay Silent! It’ll think you disappeared!
I'm here to hug my cattethigne wife and to celebrate killing one of the big bad evil guys. Fuck off, Trier, you can wait a few hours.
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>>6357335
+1 to this, maybe even lie to help sell it?
My idea would be "I think Sixface knows about your plan to relocate me, and has a plan to kill me en route. You didn't manage to off that loser at the mansion, by the way, so why would I think you could protect me now? If we stay here instead, that plan is thwarted. If you're so worried about me, stay where you are and guard this concert. That's the safest move."
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>>6357335
>>6357339
+1
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>>6357336
Don't say that, anon. :( I'm holding out hope.
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>>6357334
>>6357338
>...
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>>6357344
>Just guard me here at the show then you dorks
WritiiiiiiiinnngggggggGGggGGgGGGG I feel like your arguments are enough without needing a roll
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Gently pulling Rezalith back by her shoulder, you meet the Teksoul’s steely gaze with one of your own! If he’s so eager to protect you now, you reply, hanging heavily on the word ‘now’, then he can do so by keeping watch over the concert!

The construct’s eye swirls like a kaleidoscope. ”DenIEd–THe AtELiER IS MoRE SecuRE–”

NERRR, ‘DENIEEEDD!’ Here’s a data package for you, buddy–SIXFACE and ROLO are still out there, not that he seems to care! He certainly didn’t rush to your aid when they were one smashed engine away from KILLING YOU!

”theY wiLL NoT Get FAr-”

Words, words, words, you retort with an exaggerated groan! He wants to do something for once? Have his Lite-Brite jerks stand watch over the concert in case they try to attack it–you’re not leaving until you’re finished congratulating your favorite catthing on her victory!

…And you might stick around and grab some grub from the Green Room afterwards! And grab some merch if there’s any left! Has he even been to a concert before?!

Every Teksoul’s eye bores into you at your request… and from the sounds down below the crowd has started to notice! That doesn’t stop TT and Lutza, though–or Lutza, at least. While the former silently watches from her side of the stage, the latter begins a softer song… the lyrics coming out like whispers as the Durher’s delicate claws pluck at her Striilii’s strings like the thinnest strands of spider silk!

”So be IT.”

You indulge in an inward sigh of relief as a coy grin slips onto Rezzie’s face. It WORKED! Cool, you nod as you try to keep your responses quiet, you wanna know the MINUTE any of those Cartel Goons come calling!

The Teksoul doesn’t respond–either you made its owner mad or it’s done talking to you, not that those are mutually-exclusive, of course! Before you can relish your victory, however, you nearly tumble down the hill when you hear the POP of magic behind you!

“Now that that matter is settled,” Oti drones as he effortlessly ducks beneath a wild swing from a shocked Rezzie, “I would have words with you, Anton.”

Oti, you begin as you feel a smile form, how’s-

Away from our esteemed company, if possible.” He adds, his bright green eyes boring holes into the Teksoul idling over you like an angry lamppost. Oh yea, sure! Whe-

Another burst of magic whisks you and Rezalith away long before you get the answer… and where you emerge feels far colder and windier than you just came from!

“The HELLS?! Did you bring us into the SKY, you perv-”
“Time is a precious and very limited commodity at the moment,” Oti interjects, not even bothering to answer the hellion’s question, “So focus: you’re alive–does that mean you recovered the notes?”

>CONTD.
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Y-yea, you stammer as you fumble the tablet out of your pockets and into the Chytree’s waiting claws, you almost didn’t, but-

“Exemplary work.” He remarks as his chitinous digits swiftly sweep across the bumps and divots carved into its stony surface. D-did he just COMPLIMEN-

“Hm. I see.” Remarks the Mage as if he were looking over a car inspection bill, “Yes, this should suffice in tethering the Archmage into one body.”

H-hold on, you sputter in what you believe is WELL-DESERVED disbelief, is he saying that he’s already gotten a grasp on some ancient spell tha-

“From what I know of Nessurmos,” Replies Oti with a hint of confidence in his tone, “he was many things–shrewd, callous, prone to bed several women over the course of-”

W-why does he know THAT part!?

“But one thing he wasn’t was magically-adept.” Concludes the conjurer with the smallest of sighs. “He relied on his martial prowess in place of the arcane.”

And look where THAT got ‘em, am I right? Up top!

No one high-fives you. As usual.

“... This spell was transcribed into a simple form,” Adds the wizard as you lower your palm, soundly defeated. “Borderline elementary, really.”

“So are you gonna teach it to us, or just keep talking about how AMAZING it is?” Rezzie asks, earning a cold, irate stare for her troubles! Being Rezzie, though, she doesn’t get the hint and is about to repeat her question when you deftly stumble in!

She’s right, you nod with an appeasing smile, if he could pass it onto you you’d really appreciate it…

“AND me.”

And Rezalith, yea. Just to confirm: he said-

“I won’t bore you with the specifics,” Oti grumbles as he pace around what you can only assume is some kind of conjured ‘Watch Platform’ high above the stage, “But the spell was specifically designed to anchor spirits to a possessed form, trapping them there, essentially.”

Wait, you frown as fear builds in your gullet, Trier’s… he’s a… a GH-GH-GH-

“No, he’s not a ghost.” Sighs the spellslinger with dimmed eyes, “Though it’s clear whatever Life Magic he uses to puppet his automatons is similar to how he sustains himself. And yes, this spell MUST work properly if you truly intend to face him.”

>CONTD.
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>>6357463
Right, you nod, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, right? So how does the spell work?

“How would you prefer it to work?” Inquires the Chytree with a glimmer in his gaze! “It would appear Vhale intended to enchant the spell directly into his blade… that or a specific set of WORDS.” The wizard cocks his bulbous-eyed head to the side. “What would you prefer?”

“I, REZALITH, demand it in my CLAWS!

“... I wasn’t asking you.”

“Pudgy-eyed fool! I’ll end you some day…”

“Hmm.”

What’s your answer?
PASTEBIN:https://pastebin.com/xdk5kHyA
>Let’s make it a set of WORDS! (Any in particular?)
>How about my THROWING KNIVES? I have a bunch!
>Could you enchant my MAGIC SHIELD?
>I still have a few BLASTCAPS…
>That POISONED BLADE could use a tuneup!
>TELESCOPING HOOOOOOK!
>It’s weird, but what about my ROBE?
>Write-In!
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>>6357464
>Let’s make it a set of WORDS!
Laputan Machine.
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>>6357464
>It’s weird, but what about my ROBE?
Maybe we can hand it off to a Teksoul as we prepare for soul-extraction, and then when the soul is trapped in that Teksoul we can surprise-attack it?
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>>6357464
>It’s weird, but what about my ROBE?
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>>6357466
>picrel
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>>6357518
>ROBEOMANCY
Writingggg
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Tough call, you think as your feisty friends stare each other down like alley cats, learning that ‘DISPEL MAGIC’ trick wasn’t too hard, but you’ll be going up against Trier–last time you had a ‘friendly chat’ you ended up in some magical fishbowl without even getting a word in… who knows what the maniac’s gonna pull now that he knows you iced Vhale?

Your opponent is smart, powerful, and seriously paranoid… meaning if you’re gonna pull this thing off you’re gonna need to think outside the magical box!

What if, you begin, earning back Oti’s attention, he enchanted your ROBE?

The wizard replies with a bewildered ‘what?

Your robe, you repeat as you give the garment in question a few test-shakes, what if he-

“I heard what you said, Anton,” The Chytree interjects, “I just fail to comprehend why, out of everything stowed away in your befuddlingly-large arsenal you wish to go with that.”

You can’t help but feel a little self-conscious as you respond to his question. What’s wrong with the robe?

“... It’s a robe.” The sorcerer says flatly. “You’re wearing that.”

“Once a degenerate ALWAYS a degenerate…” Sighs Rezzie with a dismissive flap of her wings! “Clearly I’ve been spoiling you too much–all of that praise is going to your big, empty head!”

Try THIS on for size, then: Trier’s gonna be measuring every move you take, right? But if you, say, hand your robe off when he’s about to put your soul in the blender or whatever, what if-

“... The spell activates on the handoff and traps him..!” Oti concludes, eyes glowing like a house on fire! “I… Anton, this is…”

For the first time in his perpetually-annoyed life, the sorcerer is speechless… and not from sheer stupidity from the sound of it! S-so, you mutter as the Chytree stares off into the void, can he manage it?

“... The primary quandary that presents itself is the activation process: how shall we trigger it without casting the spell on yourself?” And just like that the awe disappears from his eyes. “He’ll know something is awry if you arrive clad in something else-”

He will? This is DARK QUEST, not BRIGHT ENOUGH TO SEE WHAT EVERYBODY’S WEARING QUEST!

“... He will.” Repeats the mage with a grim finality in his voice! “As will he be aware of a transference of magical energy if you use a key phrase or something similar, meaning whatever triggers the spell must not only be innocuous, but swift as well...”

His massive eyes slant to the side as the sorcerer ponders a solution. “What to do-”

ACHOO~

The sudden sneeze nearly bowls you over as Oti immediately conjures two handfuls of spells! When you both identify the origin, however, you not only relax, you both come to a startling realization!

“THAT’S IT!” Exclaims Oti!
Rezzie’s sneezes are cu-err, what’s it?

>CONTD.
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>>6357650
“Y-yea…” Stammers the Satan, cracking her neck in a desperate and vain attempt to regain her fearsome demeanor, “What is it, huh? H-hurry up or I’ll, uh… eat you!”

“A sneeze… a cough… I can attune the magical ‘trigger’ to one of those actions!” Explains the Sorcerer with renewed glimmer in his gaze, “It may only be able to cast the spell once, but if it works…”

Then you’ll have a much easier fight on your hands, right? Whoops, there goes the Chytree’s brief stint in optimism!

“I have no reason to believe that will be the case.” He warns as you and Rezalith exchange a worried glance, “If the spell works the way it sounds on the tablet, his consciousness will be trapped in a nearby shell–most likely one of those grotesque constructs. Yet even if he was transferred into a robe, a beaker, or a very gaudy hat, I suspect you’ll still have quite the battle on your talons.”

S-seriously? Even if he was a hat?

“Indeed.” The mage replies with a grave nod, “If the Archmage is accustomed to intershell travel, there’s little doubt that it’s his consciousness, not his body, that provides him with strength. It would certainly explain why he maintains such power despite living as long as he has.” The wizard frowns. “So yes, exercise every ounce of caution you have in the coming battle… even if it is, by chance, waged against a hat.”

You’re gonna be honest: you really, really hope it’s against a hat!

“Tread carefully… even a demonic hat is a demon still!”

You can’t help but blink at that–Rezzie, you frown, is… is she just saying things to feel included, or-”

MALBRIM SKULL-CRUSHER…” Snarls the demon as her eyes quiver in cowed respect, “A name uttered in hushed tones even in the red halls of CHAA’TAI… you would do well to guard your gourd, AnTWIT...”

… Why couldn’t you have been sent to a nice fantasy world? One whose inhabitants feed you grapes by hand and fan you with fantasy palm fronds?

“Shall that be the trigger, then?” Oti inquires in a desperate attempt to put the conversation back on its rails.

What say ye?
>Yea, let’s have my cough be the trigger!
>A sneeze! ‘Bless you’ indeed!
>Ooh, what about a burp?
>Nah, let’s go with a phrase.
>Actually, can I choose a different item to be enchanted? (What?)
>Write-In!
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>>6357651
>Yea, let’s have my cough be the trigger!
You can cough on command, but you can't sneeze on command.
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>>6357651
>Yea, let’s have my cough be the trigger!
Oti we can't exactly sneeze on command unless we shoved our face into a pile of black pepper (or Zoral equivalent).
Anyways if we trap Trier in a hat, he'll be the coolest unusual hat ever....
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>>6357799
>unusual hat
Anton should introduce the pals to tee-eff-too when they get back to the human world. I bet Volka would love to play Medeec.
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>>6357658
>>6357799
>COUGH-DROPPED!
Writing a short one! HERE GOEEEEESSSS
>>6357799
You're playing with forces you cannot begin to comprehend, anon...
>>6357804
MEET THE ANTON
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Let’s roll with the cough, you reply, prompting a pulse of light in the conjurer’s eyes! You can’t really control when you sneeze, so-

“You can’t?” Oti remarks with genuine interest in his perpetually-impatient tone. “Intriguing.”

Are… are Chytree able to?

“Certainly not.” He frowns before continuing in a matter-of-fact tone. “We do clear our pores through a process known as ‘flonching’, though.”

… Can… Can you see?

“It’s not entirely hygienic.”

Ah.

“Well?”

W-well what?

“Give me the damned robe already.”

Oh yea, right! After what should be at least four updates of emptying your pockets, your body is immediately beset by the cold evening air as you hastily don one of the WARM CLOAKS you purchased a while back!

“HA! Chilly, are we?” Smirks Rezzie as you wrap your arms around your trunk to warm up! “Would that you boasted the natural FIERY SPIRIT OF A DEMO- Wait, what are you doing?!”

Just trying to warm up, you reply as you move in for a hug! As Rezzie’s scream echoes across the hills and Oti works on your NEW ROBE, you decide to…

>Check in with Volka afterwards!
>Track down Morook after Oti’s done!
>Make sure Toppel isn’t up to no good after!
>Imagine how Tzah-Tzie feels onstage! (Perspective chaaaange?)
>Imagine how someone ELSE feels offstage! (Perspective chaaaaange? For someone eeeeelllsssseeee???)
>Just Listen to Tzah-Tzie and Lutza!
>Check in with RED!
>Write-In!
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>>6357912
Oh and of course
>Hang with Oti some more!
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>>6357912
>Imagine how Tzah-Tzie feels onstage! (Perspective chaaaange?)
This is her big moment!
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>>6357912
>Imagine how Tzah-Tzie feels onstage! (Perspective chaaaange?)
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>>6357918
>>6357957
>CATTETHING QUEST
Writing!
>>6357918
Unfortunately TT is too tiny for big moments
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>>6358058
Nah, check out the size of dat personality
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The pins are all set up–all that remains, you think as you turn your attention towards the sound of distant strumming below you, is to knock them all down! You have an ANCIENT SPELL translated and designed to trap a body-hopper currently being stitched into your COMFY ROBE, an ANTI-MAGIC BOMB that should take care of any Teksoul reinforcements, a DEMONIC CONTRACT that ensures RED will work his magic on Trier’s dusty old soul, and you’ve got a date with the Archmage planned at dawn, which, if you’re reading the room correctly, can’t be too far off!

An undying tyrant who, until hours ago, cooperated with a psychopathic crime lord to round up unlucky souls to be planted into his proxies. A mad mage who threw away said partnership on a whim just to get a crack at your life force. A name on a list of ‘Lords’ you need to waste if you want RED to help you get your memories back.

An autocrat. An unrepentant monster. And a fossil.

You opt to use your remaining time to enjoy your gal-pal’s performance–poor girl could use a win after being spirited away by the mobsters she’d spent so long running from. Joining Rezalith on the edge of the observation platform conjured by your favorite Chytree, you crane your ear towards the stage below… and listen!
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Belted bars become beleaguered breaths.
Swift strums send sharp sensations.
The crowd clamours, coalesces, CONGEALS to consume your croonings…

Once you were RUUSDI. Now you are TZAH-TZIE, and though your body burns and your singing strains, you can’t help but smile:

For what suffering could be more satisfyingly sumptuous than the sting of Spinning?

What better for your heart than the ache and burn of art?

Your form is flighty as you pirouette and plunk–your body yearns to pant, to postpone, and yet you persist… but your opponent? Persistent. Her pose? Unrepentant. Lutza looms eyes half-lidded–is the girl even present?

Though your claws start to cramp and your boots feel tighter, you press your attack–you’re a lover AND fighter! Tzah-Tzie, you think as you weigh your next move,

This show’s getting old… so what’s your next groove?
>Play something sad!
>Play something heroic!
>Get Lutza into another duet!
>Dig your claws in–play something that’ll poke fun at Lutza!
>Give her the stage–play off of her choice!
>Write-In!
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>>6358097
>Write-In!
Play something...FUNKY
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>>6358097
I stay late at work and everyone forgets how to vote...

>>6358099
+1 for funkiest cat.
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>>6358097
>Play something sad!
Use your trauma! Sad was working well before.
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>>6358099
>>6358223
>FUNKY FELINETHINGE
>>6358225
>LET'S BLAST SAD.FM
The funk goes on! Let's see how it plays out!
>Roll me 1d100+3 (+7 Sensational Spinner, +4 The World Is YOUR Stage, +7 Anton's Watching! -10 Lutza!!!, -5 Vhale...) to dazzle! Best of 3! I'll even add a +3 BONEUS if you can track down a funky and fantasyish tune for our favorite felinesque!
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Rolled 37 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>>6358245
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Rolled 82 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>>6358245
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Rolled 57 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>>6358245
WE TALKING FUNKY?
I GOT FUNKY.
https://youtu.be/h7vBgdULRI0



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