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Either through a flyer, or through the adventure board in the Adventurer Guild, a quest was delivered for anyone to pick up. Initially, it seemed to be simply a recovery mission, something that sounded simple, almost to a point to catch the attention of someone that felt they weren't particularly skilled.

... And it paid well...

However, one of the requirements to take this quest on, was to meet with the 'customer'.

And so they were, by a dining room of a fancy manor.

"You've probably know enough of what I want from you in the Guild... But well, I must admit that only about half of my request was informed there..." The dignified man adjusted himself on his seat, gesturing the maid to serve the guests.


The silvery haired servant approached, quietly gesturing to the kettle and the bottles, quietly inquiring if the guests wished to have a tea or coffee, carefully serving them as they desired.

"... I left most of the details for us to discuss personally... After all, I couldn't give this much information to mercenaries without knowing their faces." He handwaved, showing a devious smile. "What I want for you to recover is... A certain family heirloom. One that some mongrels stole from one of my caravans as I was moving it into my new residence." He gestured to the room, for emphasis.


As he explained, the servant finished serving the guests, taking a step away to move and remain in a polite and elegant stance.

"And I know very well who these mongrels are..." The man nodded to the servant. "... Magnolia has been doing the recon work to me, and their location and identity is clear for us now... We just need the manpower to destroy them." He clenched his fist.

"Of course, you didn't think I'd only want to recover my heirloom, right? I want you to bring them to me. Dead. Or alive." He scowled. "Preferably the latter, I want to deal with them myself." He rested his fist on his palm, tightening the grip enough to crack his fingers.


The man then waited for an answer or a question, patiently.
 
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@Malzel
"Alright, so let's set aside all the details because I don't care and basically you just want me to get an item and then hit the guys that stole it with a little wappazoopy shabam! Okay, okay. I think I'm picking up what you're droppin. Little of the ole one two buckle my shoe, eh?"

Marigold still hadn't really gotten used to the way in which people in a fantasy world spoke but she was doing her best.

"And after I take care of all that, I get a lot of money? This sounds pretty good because I'm not sure if there's what we would define as homeless poor people in this world, but I basically fit the bill for that description. Ah, I'm doing it again, talking normal. Umm, let me see here..."

Coughing to clear her throat, Marigold began again.

"A pity that... these... these... pig faced... what was the word you used? Mongrels! Ahem! A pity that these pig-faced mongrels won't be able to enjoy the moon lighting the path to Moe's Pub ever again! If ye need the might of the greatest magic wielder in the world, hark! Thee hast foundeth me!"

Feeling she had done her best to explain herself, Marigold waited for the man's response.
 

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Dining Room, Fancy Manor, Falderen

When Chrys was young, his mentor told him there was only two kinds of stories in the world. The first was the overstory—those are the stories about the gods and the heroes, the great deeds and the pretty faces, the stuff the world tells you matters, about the kinds of people the world tells you matters—and then there's the understory. That's where folks like him, and maybe his friends too, that's where they live and breathe. As anyone could guess by the name, the understory is usually hidden, ignored, and Chrys knows a hell of a lot about being ignored. Chrys loves being ignored. It gives him a lot of leeway to do things he normally couldn't do under prying eyes.

"Alive, it is. May I know what kind of family heirloom we are talking about?"



Chrys has done this kind of job a couple of times before. Half of them were easy—grab the item, take out the previous owners, and return the aforementioned item back to his employer. No questions asked. But the other half? He'd appreciate it if he was told whether the item in question, the family heirloom, was somewhat sentient. Those things are less easy to grab. Especially if they can grab you back.

He leaned forward, steepling his fingers while his arms rested upon his crossed legs. The hood was still over his head, but his face wasn’t hidden. He made no attempts to do so. What did it matter, if they found out what he did outside of adventuring? His half-owned tavern and his financially unreliable mining company posed no interesting value to anyone but himself.

His dark brown eyes wandered over to the girl with the blonde hair who called herself the greatest magic wielder in the world. She could very well be. Chrys was both impressed and indifferent. Then they found the silvery haired servant, Magnolia, who had served him coffee after he chose it over tea.

"Will...Magnolia be joining us?"



As that same mentor used to tell him, "There’s no justice. There’s just us."
 
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As Mari and Chrys spoke, Ultima sat quietly as she gestured for @Magnolia to mix the coffee and tea together. She wasn't sure what a dignified and magnificent <redacted> kaiju magia should be drinking so she wanted to cover her bases. With a little nod she'd thank the master maid were she to be humored.

Then, Ulty cleared her throat with a little mechanical *ahem*

"My companion Marigold and the stranger has covered our position masterfully but I would like to add two things."

The < 🐉 > magia held up two mechanical fingers.

"One. What constitutes as a mongrel to you? Because if you are asking me to fight mongrels by my understanding you are asking me to fight the entire world. I would like more gold for that, my bedhoard isn't quite as shiny or comfy as I would like."

A finger lowered leaving a single one raised.

"Second. How will we identify your family ladder."

The other finger lowered as Ulty folded her hands primly over one another with a nod.
 
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The dignified man listened intently to the words of the Starcalled, intrigued and at the same time curious about their behavior. There was no mistake he enjoyed what he was seeing and hearing, taking a smug sip of his tea, with his eyes calling victory before the group of mercenaries even started their work.

"Exactly..." He smirked, happy for the girl's excitement to go straight to the point. "I want you to Wappazoopy Shabam them." A rumble and a brief tremor could be heard and felt. "To think such a youngster would be adept of such a powerful and forbidden spell, and to even control its power word to not let it slip like me... Starcalled are sure geniuses, I must say." He nodded, satisfied.

"As for payment, do not worry." He gestured to three generous gold pouches, laying by the table. "Half of the payment comes first... Even so you may buy whatever you need to succeed in this recovery."


The man peered over @Marigold Diablo's, with a hint of overconfidence in his eyes. It seemed like he already knew who would be the trump card of that mission.

"... The heirloom... is a powerful tool. One that may even open portals for the unknown abyss that goes beyond our mortal and pitiful plane." He said. "It is a grimoire that was once owed by a powerful fiend... A ruthless one, the materialization of what there is worst in this world... and now, this fiend is sealed in the grimoire..."

There was a dramatic pause.

"... The Grimoire of Pipiko, the Tickle Demon!" He said, with a gravely serious expression.

"But I see you wield the fortitude and will necessary to endure even the worst of demons if needed... So do be sure to protect your allies. The less losses I have, the least Starcalled Death insurances I have to pay..."


The servant watched the vigorous introduction without moving an inch of her expressions. She knew that story well enough by now to not be 'shocked' at the reveal.

Her gaze slowly turned to @Chrys, that mentioned her name, but only for half a second before she returned to her domestic activities.

"Oh, pardon, little lady. But you are mostly right, 'mongrels' really don't narrow things down..." He chuckled lowly, enjoying the girls words. "... These mongrels in particular are of a very stinky breed. Crazy cultists, extremists dettached from reality and willing to hand their souls for free to Pipiko." He said, with both pity and distaste crossing his face.

"According to Magnolia's recon, they are trying to become demons themselves, and to release the seal that locks Pipiko away in the grimoire." He scowled. "This reckless action may endanger Falderen." He strummed his fingers on the table, finally finishing his tea.


@Ultima's unique appearance caught the curiosity of the man, who could only squint as he glanced the draconic features, wondering why the Starcalled had such obssession for these fantasical beings.

The man then finally stood up, adjusting his clothes and clearing his throat, making the servant quickly stop anything she was doing to near him and pause, waiting for his orders.

"Magnolia will be accompanying the three of you. Both to assist and to make sure the mission will be completed to its end..." He said, frowning.

"... It is nothing personal, but I can't afford to risk any of you attempting something funny..." He hoped his caution would be in vain, but regardless, he needed someone of trust.

"Any further question may be directed to her." He turned away. "Good luck." He said as he left the room.


Magnolia gave a deep bow to the man, raising her posture as soon as the sound of closing door echoed.

She turned toward the group, being brief:

"Buy provisions and tools." Magnolia suggested. "We will leave tomorrow before sunrise." She added- "I may show your rooms..." Another bow, not as long, for the Starcalled.

Instructions


Your characters can talk in the dining room, or they may interact in their rooms (if you think they would share one).

By the end of your post, write 3 narrative tools your character may have. It can be an item, a particular spell, or anything that comes into your mind. It can't be anything godmodding.

There is no posting order, but you may only post once per Magnolia post.
 
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"Buy..."

Marigold looked in her pocket to find her savings extremely meager.

Damn, well let's keep it cheap then. Just the basics that will probably save my life or help me run away in case something awful happens.

"Well Ultima, looks like we got ourselves another gig. Hopefully this one's as easy as it sounds. I've been camping out in a dumpster out back behind a café for the past few nights. but I think they're catching on that I'm not a racoon."

Marigold looked to the team member she didn't know.

"And how about you there, guy. You look pretty capable, like you could take care of yourself. That's good to hear because to cut the crap I'm unreliable at best and Ultima is basically a toaster. I'm just here for the money so if you could just pull us through this thing we'd appreciate it. Sounds good? Great."

Marigold didn't leave the man a chance to speak before she went to pick up some provisions.

"Alright, I'm gonna need... Jesus, why are things so expensive. Okay, I want some rope... just good sturdy stuff nothing fancy! I don't need gold lace rope or anything, just regular sturdy rope. Good, now... ahh... how about just a good strong hammer. That might be good for a lot of things honestly. Great, yeah. And then... okay how about that wand that turns inanimate objects into cheese. That seems useful."

Nodding, Marigold shouted to Ultima.

"Hey, what are you getting? I got a pretty good deal on a wand that turns things into cheese!"

@Ultima @Chrys

Purchases: Hammer, Rope, Wand That Turns Inanimate Objects into Cheese
 

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Dining Room, Fancy Manor, Falderen

Chrys couldn't help but squint at his employer when he named the demon. He had been intently hanging on every word that came out of their mouth, but that last part? That last part was, what the kids these days say, not poggerschamp. The thought of taking the grimoire did cross Chrys' mind. He was a businessman, after all, at least in this world he was, a terrible businessman but still a businessman. He could see the value in trading that item off. But then he chuckled to himself, shaking his head. Yeah, I've read stories like this before, defended men who tried to do stuff like this... Never ends well...

So he heaved a sigh, stole a glimpse of @Magnolia whomst've he was sure looked at him, even though he didn't actually catch her in the act, and watched as his employer left his hired group be. Smart man... But how smart, really? What kind of family has a heirloom that was a book with a demon inside it, and a tickle demon at that. Does the demon tickle its prey? Or does it force its prey to tickle it?

"It's Chrystopheles. Chrystopheles Hardrock."



Chrys watched as the other two, @Marigold Diablo and @Ultima, went on about their stuff before he rose to his feet and and followed the employer's right-hand woman to his room, where he just stood for a couple of minutes, staring at everything, before leaving for provisions and tools.


Purchases/Narrative Tools: A blank grimoire (or a book that resembles one), a bag of feathers that's heavier than a bag of steel, and plain robes that someone would use to conceal their identity or join a cult.
 
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Sorry about the delay, only took me like a month... This is Amity, she's going to replace Ultima.
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"Hehe, yeah, that tracks~! Hmmm now that you mention it though, the wild geese I've been bunking with might be catching on to the fact that I'm not one either. Isn’t that kind of bad? I think we’ve only got one shot here, partner.”

Amity turned from Marigold and nodded to Chris and Maidy Magnolia.

"Rightio Amity here and Marigold's partner~ I know it says Ultima up there~ but my ui's been a bit glitchy for awhile now~ probably not a big deal~~ ~~~I'm a ghost roleplayer by the way~ nice to meet you~ <3"

Amity gave a thumbs up, which rose into a little salute.

“And so, in summary~ Babymage does the zoopa, and I can reach the top shelf, between the two of us we’re basically unstoppable on zoopa and shelf-related encounters. So we’ll leave the rest to you two, kay~? Aren’t we lucky Goldstuff? They seem super capable~ and if they're not~ we're probably dead~! ~On that note, did you know there's a fun lady who sells neat things in the sewers? Her throwing them at you like a tomato festival takes a little getting used to, but hey, I am feeling SUPER cultured right now~ And just look at all the interesting things I found too! Check it out~!"

Item Get~!

-Puzzle Map (a puzzle that makes a map)
-Damp Knife
-Puzzle Map Strategy Guide (with tips on puzzle maps)
 
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Magnolia couldn't help but feel mildly concerned about the group hired by her master to bear this important mission. An overly talkative girl that somehow had the power of Wappazoopy Shabam but still had to resort to a cheese wand, a man that for whatever reason didn't stop looking at her while carrying a big bag of feathers that was somehow heavier than a bag of steel, and another girl that seemed to have a love for puzzles and that insisted to puzzle the maid herself with a confusing introduction.

However, Magnolia knew better than to simply question her master's choices, and proceeded to guide each hero to their room, because in the following day, they would have to be early birds...



... The travel was long enough to make the toes of the most sedentary of them to throbe. It was a walk that started early and without much time to do some stretches unless you decided to ignore breakfast.

However, it wasn't long enough to bring boredom to them, with the 'hideout' being spottable as soon as they reached a high spot of their path.

"There..." Magnolia pointed. "... That abandoned fort... It is where they are hiding like rats." She said, turning to gaze at the trio. "Madam Marigold, madam Amity, Sir Chrystopheles, perhaps this is the time to start thinking of how we will engage them..."

And by them, it would turn out that the fort wasn't simply left unguarded.

Right at the entrance, two figures that wore large cloaks stayed vigilant. Their hoodies didn't allow one to see their faces, nor their eyes to see where their attention were at...

Find your way into the Hideout


The group must find a way to reach the hideout. How it will be done, is up to you... Will you...
  1. Try to fight them straightforwardly?
  2. Try a pacifist or persuasive approach?
  3. Try to sneak your way in?
  4. Something else?
Regardless of your choice, make one appropriate Quality Check along with it, that may be using either Mastery or Expertise. Remember, however, that your action will have more value than your roll.

@Marigold Diablo @Chrys @Amity
 
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[Option 3 - Use the wand that turns inanimate objects into cheese on a piece of the wall, then Marigold eats her way through the wall]

Marigold approached Magnolia smugly and tapped her back as if to say 'you leave this one to the champ toots'.

Plans? Lady I'm like thirty moves ahead of you and one hundred ahead of the dummies in that fort. Stand back and watch a master at work.

Grinning, and unsure where this wave of confidence was coming from, Marigold turned to her team.

"Alrighty guys. Leave this one up to me. This will be a piece of cake, or a piece of cheese rather. Hah! Talented and funny. Okay, so basically here's the plan. We'll sneak up to the wall, I'll use my handy dandy wand that turns inanimate objects into cheese on a piece of it, then I'll eat us in. No sweat! Plus this is an added bonus because I've been living off of boot soup for the past few days and its getting old. Anyway follow me!"

Marigold Diablo motioned for the other two to follow her. After a few steps, Marigold lowered her voice and spoke to her two teammates.

"We're going to need to stay out of sight on the approach or else this whole plan's going to go to hell. Keep low to the ground and move fast."

Keeping low was easy for Marigold as Faerin weren't very tall in the first place. Keeping an eye out for any enemy patrols, Marigold quickly and quietly made a break for the wall hoping the other two were behind her. Once she reached the wall, she produced her wand.

Here goes nothing...

Tapping the wand to the wall, Marigold would hope it actually would turn to cheese. If it did she would begin eating through it like a raccoon in the back dumpster of a Waffle House.

@Ultima @Magnolia @Chrys



Mastery Check
1d100 (23) + 10 = 33

Corrupt | Marigold Diablo | Thread Code

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Playing the role of "how do you do, fellow thieves?"

What. The Actual. Fromage. Chrys stared in utter disbelief when @Marigold Diablo discussed her plan of eating the wall like it was made of cheese. Never mind the fact that her diet was weirder than a blonde Californian housewife's, what kind of magic would even dare accomplish such feat? What kind of magician would spend days, maybe even weeks, studying if not perfecting such weird rat magic? What kind of— You know what? That plan's actually so stupid, it might work. Chrys has seen, and done, stupider things.

"All right then. I am with you 'til the end, ladies... Lights, camera, action!"



Chrys tried to match the absurdity of the situation by wearing his pre-purchased robes, as if its plainness would actually help conceal his identity of a massive mountain man decked in full plate armor minus the helmet because that would ruin his hair. The plan was to (3) try to sneak their way in, right?

Surely his disguise, coupled with his masterful acting from his time with the much-lauded Starlight Troupe, would help in this situation. If not, if they get spotted even before they could do anything else, he could just start screaming about the "intruders" and pretend he was with the thieves all along! Plan's so brilliant, even Steven Soderbergh would bergh all over his pants.

All's fair In Love and War! Wait, wrong movie... All's fair in Ocean's 11!

@Ultima @Magnolia

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Quality Check: ❰ Expertise Check ❱!
1d100 (9) + 0 = 9
Presence | Chrys | 1735 | Time to act like Sir Ben Kingsley in Shang-Chi

❰ Chrys' Build Sheet ❱
 
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@Magnolia @Chrys @Marigold Diablo


Amity floated behind the team making not even a wisp of sound thanks to being a magia-ghost-person. Keeping low was a bit bigger of a challenge but she quickly discovered that by curling into herself and staying behind Chrys that it was possible for her to remain behind cover. Yes, she was crouching behind someone while hovering above the ground. Of course, that cover was also one of her teammates but... that's that his disguise was for, right?

And so, Amity sneakily haunted along as they went with Option 3- Try to sneak in.

The cheese was chose, the cloak donned, but it was not yet time for the strangely damp dagger. No, what Amity revealed instead was...

"Hm~hm~hm~ well then~ since everyone is doing neat things I guess it's time for the top ghost to show her stuff~ beholllllld it's the puzzle map~~~"

She said at a ghost whisper as she revealed the puzzle map from her bag. Only...

"Hm? Hmmmm? Hmmmmmmm?"

She tilted her head. It was a mess of parts defying all explanation.

"..."

"~beholllllld it's the puzzle map~~~ guide."

This time Amity revealed a book titled just that: A Guide to Puzzle Maps from her bag. Opening it she flipped a few pages in and nodded.

"It says here to start with the corners."

And so, Amity squinted and crossed her arms and squinted as she gazed upon the mass of pieces floating next to her thanks to her ghostly animacy. Nothing looked like a corner. She continued to follow along.


@Plutopia
Expertise Check
1d100 (39) + 0 = 39
Knowledge | Ultima | Giggle me this | Puzzling the Puzzle Map

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"Eat us in?" Magnolia asked, incredulous even if her voice didn't show.

@Marigold Diablo went for the bites, devouring their way into the enemy's base, making Magnolia watch while questioning the ways of the mage before her... But it seemed like the plan had worked just fine, with the group managing to slip into the building with ease, being unnoticed by the guards...

However, as the group continued to move deeper into the hideout, Marigold could feel her stomach twisting in aversion to what she had consumed... Her face lost color, and something seemed to prickle and pang her guts at every movement she had.

Why that was happening?

A careful glance at the wand would show the problem-- The wand was past expire date! Oh no! The cheese was dangerous to consume, if that was the case!

< Marigold Diablo Quality Check: 33 - Complication! >
You have been affected by expired magical cheese. Instead of using a Mastery or an Expertise to make your cycle roll, you will either roll Fortitude or Will to make your cycle action. If you decides to endure it through Fortitude, you won't feel physically strained, but you will feel a strong lethargy. If you decide to endure it through Will, you will feel severly physically strained, but will keep going regardless because of you willpower. If your roll is below 60 this cycle, all your modifiers in the next cycle are negative rather than positive.

It didn't matter if the cheese was expired. The rest of the group had to continue with their search, and by having the Puzzle Map, things were supposed to be easier... Right..? Well, it was at first, because like the start of any puzzle, it seems like everything is going well until it is not.

Every turn of 'corner' turned into another hallway, that ended up in another hallway, and at some point the situation was somewhat questionable.

"This place shouldn't be this big." Magnolia pointed out to @Amity, knowing that they were taking way too many hallways... Especially when it seemed like that they had sure passed through the same armor piece laying by a wall for the third time.

< Amity Quality Check: 39 - Complication! >
The Puzzle Map made the group end up in an unknown spot of the enemy's territory. You may continue to do your check as normal, however, if your Quality Check is below 60, the following cycle will be all rolled with Disadvantage, since you will not be able to guide the group properly with your Puzzle Map, making them even more Puzzled about the situation they are in.

Uncertain of their path, Magnolia decided to take the initiative of moving in the vanguard, using her shadow arts to move sneakily and quickly, trying to maintain her attention on potential traps that could be waiting for any intruder.

The good part of Magnolia's initiative was that she indeed managed to find a trap before her allies were caught by it. The bad part of it, however, was that Magnolia wasn't quick enough to avoid it, soon being entangled by magical chains that forced her arms against her sides by brute force, making her unable to move her arms with as much freedom as before.

"..." Magnolia took a deep breath, turning to the group while squirming slightly, opening her mouth to ask for a small help-

< Magnolia Quality Check: 38 - Complication! >
You managed to get yourself stuck enough to hinder your actions. You must use your Knack or Fitness instead of your cycle's roll to try and escape your bindings while doing your contribution for the cycle. If your Knack or Fitness Quality Check is below 60, your action attempt is ineffective to help your allies and you continue to be stuck, with the complication continuing to the next cycle.

Before Magnolia could free herself, however, footsteps approached @Chrys.

"Hah hah hah, laughest of the greetings for you, hah hah hah." The cultist greeted with a monotone laugh, before their voice turned gravely serious. "I see you've brought the sacrifices already, and three of them even? But it is still too early for that, the demon is yet to be summoned..."


They watched the three ladies, one that seemed weakened, the other restrained, the latter... Uh? The latter seemed rather free, honestly.

Their eyes squinted, and it was strangely easy to know they were squinted, considering it was impossibly dark inside of his hood.

"Hey, that one may need some..." They paused, looking at Chrys again and leaning in. "Wait... You aren't the one who was tasked to capture sacrifices... Who are you?"


The maid remained quiet, side glancing at the man while waiting for his retort.

< Chrys Quality Check: 9 - Grave Complication! >
Your disguise is amazing, but it seems like that guy's instincts are even more amazing. You will need to convince him that you are part of the cult, and by that you must use either Knowledge or Presence in your cycle's roll. Knowledge implies you know well enough about the cult to show it off and prove you are truly part of it, Presence implies you are taking a more persuasive approach to try and convince him. Your roll plus the highest Quality Check between your allies must beat a DC 120, otherwise, another Grave Complication will occur.


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Mastery Check
1d100 (28) + 10 = 38
Shadow Arts | Magnolia | Stolen Pride


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You've been found! Now... What?


The group successfully sneaked past the guards, however, they were found by a cultist! Thankfully, the circumstances give the group a bit more of leeway to continue their pursuit... Will you...
  1. Pretend to be prisoners and arrester?
  2. Ambush the solo cultist?
  3. Make up another excuse?
  4. Something else?
Regardless of your choice, make one appropriate Quality Check along with it, that may be using either Mastery or Expertise. Remember, however, that your action will have more value than your roll.

SPECIAL: Marigold, Chrys, & Magnolia's Checks are limited or overriden by Special Scenario

@Marigold Diablo @Chrys @Amity
 
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> 3. Make up another excuse? *Ponk*

"Who are we, you ask...?"

Amity smiled. She really wasn't sure. She looked behind her. It was a sorry bunch. Herself included. What was a cult anyway? She wondered. Wasn't it just a bunch of friends working toward a shared goal? Really it was no different than a sports team, or a community club, or a guild. Maybe they could be a cult too.

Turning back, Amity lightly clapped her hands together as her smile beamed up a notch.

"Fu... Fu... Fu... Amazzzzing~ hold that pose~ I knew when we met the executive-capture-sacrifices-attendant-manager that we'd found a great place to stop by~ Look at that quality of garb everyone~ the way he carries himself~ finally~! We've found the real deal~!"

Her pressed hands parted as she formed a little square with them to 'frame' the hooded guy. Not Chrys. The other one. And nodded with a satisfied exhale which carried with it a little tune.

"Pa~ pa pa pa~ pa paaaaa~ yay~"

Amity's ghostly arms spread to introduce the group.

"We, my good friend, are CULTS DIRECT~ The Cult Supply Emporium~!"

Making finger guns she pointed at Chrys.

"Robes~ for all seasons~! From Classic Black to Void Black to Dissonant Black and for the Art~teest~s ~among us Navy Blueish black~!"

Then Marigold.

"Starter demons~! She may be small but she's got attitude~!"

And last but not least Magnolia.

"..."

"...And part-time sacrifices~! Zero down payments~! Reasonably hourly rates~! If she seems a little grumpy it's just because she's our proud princess in the mud model~ all the rage lately~ better reserve while you can~!"


*Wink wink wink wink wink*

"And now~ for our company anthem~! Okay everyone~ All together now~!"

Amity turned back to the group, and took a deep breath.

"Cults Direct~ Cults Direct~ We've got everything you might forget~! Crystal ball~ Evil saw~ Even demon calendars we've got it all~ Yoooou can always count on Cults Direct~ haaaay~!"


At this point, Amity was drinking her own coolaid and had long since forgotten her objective. This... was acting... nay, even further beyond, Amity had crossed into the forbidden art of method acting...



@Magnolia
@Chrys
@Marigold Diablo



@Plutopia
Expertise Check
1d100 (73) + 0 = 73

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Chrys

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Budget Trevor Slattery Mode

Hmm? Chrys was about to reach out and help @Magnolia when he heard the voice from behind him. Steve? He sounded like a Steve. Probably not his Steve, or any Steve he knew for that matter. But, yes, this weirdo did sound like a Steve. A stinky Steve. Chrys tried to put on his most monotone voice, mimicking Eeyore. That's a monotone character, right? The donkey's grey.

"Hah hah hah! I have. Three of them. Yes, the demon... Pipiko, the Tickle Demon... Well... Traffic?"



Chrys' disguise was amazing because of course it was. A great artist, or whoever, once said that the best acting tool an actor acteur (pronounced in the most obnoxious way ever) can possess is subtlety, and Chrys' decision to wear plain robes in his role of arrester was as subtle as he could have gone. Plus, his acting was currently on the level of Brendan Fraser. Not The Whale Brendan Fraser... More like George of the Jungle Brendan Fraser. But potatoes, poTAHtoes. And he was British.

"Who am I?" Chrys turned to the girls, shaking his head and rolling his eyes as he did the world-renowned get-a-load-of-this-guy bit. "WHO. AM. I?! Who ARE you?!"


Feigning fury, Chrys put both hands on his hips as he scowled at the guy. Stupid Steve. Stupid sexy faceless Steve.

"You always do this, man! You always steal my shit so you can look better to our cult supervisors. Go get your own prisoners, ya mook! These are mine! NOW GO AWAY BEFORE I REPORT YOU TO SUSAN AT HR! AND POINT ME TO WHERE THE GRIMOIRE OF PIPIKO IS! MY ANGER IS MAKING ME FORGET BASIC STUFF! UGH!"


In a fake fit, Chrys shooed the eavesdropping, not to mention probably underpaid, grunt as he continued pretending to be the arrester of his personal prisoners. No one resists the fear of getting ratted out, even if they did nothing wrong in the first place. Anyone who has worked in retail knows the loudest voice always wins! And being in a cult technically feels like the same hell as working in retail. Don't quote Chrys, though. He has never worked in retail but he's seen that one TikTok from that guy in retail.

@Ultima @Marigold Diablo

Critical Success
100
Rolls

Quality Check: ❰ Expertise Check ❱!
1d100 (100) + 0 = 200 (Critical Success!)
Presence | Chrys | 1735 | To be or NOT to be? Probably C.

❰ Chrys' Build Sheet ❱
 
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@Malzel
Marigold was having a hard time keeping up with what's going on. Apparently, the cheese wand she had bought had long since expired and the magical cheese she had eaten, well let's just say it was probably a bit on the green side.

Oh god, I'm gonna hurl. No... no marigold, deep breaths, deep breaths. Gotta keep it down and focus. Oh man, I feel like my whole body wants to turn to ooze. Next time, I use my own wand to turn walls into cheese. Uhhhh what are they saying? Cultists?

Trying to stop from reeling but also trying to play along, Marigold did her best.

"And don't mind me I went a little to heavy on the sauce last night."

Wait, did Amity call me a demon? Is that what I'm supposed to do?

"The... demon sauce. I may look like this, but Pipiko is my... older demon... sibling. Which is why I was brought along, because I... paid... them to bring. me. Cultists direct also works as a delivery service for demons... like me. So ya know... umm..."

Suddenly another wave of nausea washed over Marigold.

"Oh god, all I know is that if I don't see my sibling Pipiko soon, I'm going to puke up some demon vomit, which is basically like lava mixed with farts. No one wants to see that."

Marigold could feel some vomit in the back of her throat as she fought to keep it down.

@Amity @Chrys @Magnolia


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@Malzel
Save
1d100 (15) + 5 = 20
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Chanlye
Magnolia couldn't help but listen to Amity's explanation dumbfolded, even if her expressions didn't show it. There was a small frown crossing her face, however, seeing that she was quickly tossed into a role where she was the sacrifice.

'I hope she doesn't intend to go too far with this idea.' Magnolia lamented in her mind, but staring at the puzzle girl.

"The... Cult Supply Emporium? I didn't know such a thing existed... I... That kind of service really exists? I'm surprised that it is a real thing... Strangely convenient too..." The cultist muttered, crossing his arms as he thought about it.


< Amity Check Against Complication: 73 - Sucess! + Facilitator >
You managed to put yourself together, on top of successfully convincing the cultist that the group is from The Cult Supply Emporium, or at the very least, you confused the cultist into believing it. Now, the cultist somewhat believes in this lie.

His attention then seemed to shift to Marigold, that was somewhat pale and hiding all her pain (and cheese) inside of her.

"So you are really the sibling of Pipiko? And their younger sibling on top of it? That's... Intriguing... So this is how Pipiko probably looks like? Blonde and with violet eyes."


While the cultist was looking away, Magnolia leaned a bit closer to the girl. "Are you feeling okay, madam Marigold?" She whispered.

< Marigold Diablo Save Against Complication: 20 - Failure! >
The feeling of putting everything out of your system makes you unable to concentrate properly until the sick feeling is gone. All your positive modifiers during this cycle become negative.

The sudden raising voice of Chrys, however, caught both the cultist and Magnolia's attention, with the former looking at the man with a startled expression.

"O-Oh! Oh no, please, don't... Don't think that! Don't call the HR on me... Whatever sort of demon that may be, sir... I didn't intend to steal your sacrifice, I promise! I-I... I will go and tell everyone you are ready with the Cult Supply Emporium, alright? Erhm... The Grimoire of Pipiko is being kept in the center of the Ritual Hall. You know, you just need to go here and then..."


The cultist then explained all the way to the Ritual Hall, before quickly disappearing into one of the corridors.

Critical Success
100

< Chrys Check Against Grave Complication: 200 (+73 from second highest) - Sucess! + Legendary Facilitator >
Your explosive reaction deeply scared the cultist, who darted off and is now spreading across the hideout about you and your group. But of course, the cultist vouche for all of you, so everyone in the hideout simply believes that you had done a great job and is ready to help them to proceed with the Demon Summoning. You now also know the location of where the Summoning Ritual will occur.


A brief sigh escaped Magnolia when the cultist finally fled, and she tried to squirm her way out of the chains, unsuccessfully. In fact, it almost felt like it had got tighter, to a level it was almost uncomfortable.

She took a deep breath to not just lose her cool, slowly turning to the group. "I think this will be our best chance to take the grimoire, madam Amity, madam Marigold, sir Chrys..." She said, straightening her posture as much as she could.

"I will admit I am... Still a bit stuck. But I will do my best to not get on your way." She said.

< Magnolia Check Against Complication: 29 - Failure! >
The binds are too strong and you couldn't free yourself, thus, all your actions this cycle are ineffective. To try to free yourself, you must continue your Knack or Fitness Check, or your actions will continue to be ineffective to help the group.

Rolls


Expertise Check
1d100 (19) + 10 = 29
Knack | Magnolia | Stolen Pride


Magnolia Build

You are now known among the cultists!


With the word of The Cult Supply Emporium being around spreading across the hideout, the group seem to have more freedom to move around and explore more but risk raising suspicions, or perhaps to go straight to the objective... Will you...
  1. Go straight to the ritual hall?
  2. Make a pause to recover and plan your next move?
  3. Explore around a bit further to have a better grasp of the situation?
  4. Something else?
Regardless of your choice, make one appropriate Quality Check along with it, that may be using either Mastery or Expertise. Remember, however, that your action will have more value than your roll.

SPECIAL: Magnolia's Checks are overriden by Special Scenario

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Chrys

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Budget Trevor Slattery Mode

Wait that worked? In his mind's eye, Chrys heaved a sigh of relief. He was almost certain that he'd be found out, that the cultist in front of him would take out a weapon and make an attempt on his life. With that in mind, he had readied himself for a counterattack. Alas, his unnecessary imagining of a brutal takedown using all 1,001 muscles of his pinky finger would not come to pass today. At least not in this moment in time.

"All right then. Well, I guess I'll just go the center of the Ritual Hall and take a quick peek at the Grimoire..."


As soon as the other weirdo left, Chrys turned to the girls, wincing at the sight of a still-stuck Magnolia. He wanted to help her, but truth be told, considering all that talk about the HR, he thought it might not be appropriate to make any physical contact with the girl. Or any of these girls for that matter. But, hey! They can touch themselves, right?

"All right, here's the plan: You girls help @Magnolia while I head straight to that Hall and get that Grimoire. With my award-winning acting skills, that should be a breeze. I'll be back as soon as I can but if I don't get back as soon as I can, rescue me from these weirdos with your cheese magic and stuff. Au revoir!"


With that, he hurriedly made his way to the Hall, careful not to break his cover by revealing his face. Chrys adjusted the hood around his head, making sure every nook and cranny of the front of his head would be covered in shadows. That's Cultist 101: Obscure your face because you're too ugly to have a normal friend group. Can't relate but that's what acting is all about!

He clutched the blank grimoire (or a book that resembles one) that he had purchased exclusively for this mission. Should buy them some time if he just swapped the two, his blank book with the grimoire they needed to get out of there and more importantly get paid. Cultists are usually illiterate, save for that one guy that leads their entire cuckoo nest, so it should be a fool-proof plan. Should.

@Amity @Marigold Diablo

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Quality Check: ❰ Expertise Check ❱!
1d100 (73) + 0 = 73
Presence | Chrys | 1735 | Why use +25 Aura when you have +0 Presence?

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"Kay~"

Amity lightly waved Chrys off then turned back to the group. It was a group composed of a ghost-for-brains, indigestion, and chains. Her right hand cupped her cheek as her eyes bounced between the two. Lost in consideration, slowly, oh so slowly, Amity's left hand raised the Puzzle Map and just as slowly, her right hand lowered from her face and pushed that arm back down.

"You know, speaking as a ghost, I have to admit I'm a bit of a home-no-body... so I'm a bit out of my haunting element here~!"


She began as she turned toward Magnolia.

"~But you are an another-person's-home's-body, right~? I think that's what maids do anyway~~~Soooooo~ with that in mind I have a little teensy bit of an idea that isn't at all me just passing the buck~ Don't move~ this should just take a moment~ kaaaay~?"

Amity inched closer and closer to Magnolia with a twinkle in her eye and a cool smile as she slowly grew more and more transparent-----

"Fufufu~"

------And metamorphing herself into full spirit form, Amity attempted to swap places in the chains with Magnolia by first passing through the leftover trap, and then with a touch turning Magnolia spectral herself, so Amity could give her a little push to phase her through the other side...


As for how this felt? It would probably feel similar to having a body made of smoke and passing through chains. Or, when you're entering a department store and the automatic doors open and you get blasted by air...

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@Plutopia
Expertise Check
1d100 (73) + 0 = 73

Knack | Amity | Chained by Fashion?

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"Fufufufu~"

Amity continued to titter as she attempted to nudge a similarly spectral Magnolia out like someone stealing the covers. If Amity succeeded, then the mysterious Puzzle Map and Puzzle Map Strategy Guide would be left floating beside her. These, she would lightly blow *fooh~* towards Magnolia.

"I'm not sure if this worked yet or not~ but if I am in fact in the chains like I think I am~ then I think our next order business might be finding our lovely little goldstuff some stomach medicine~~~~~ Unless someone has another idea~?"

Amity tilted her head.
 
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@Malzel
"Alright, now that the weirdo's gone..."

Marigold was speaking of the cultist, not chrys.

...I need to take a good sit. That bad magic cheese is killing me.

Slowly easing her way down, Marigold was focused on keeping herself alive she really didn't notice what Amity or the others were doing or talking about.

"Man, talk about a bad rap. Here I was thinking I was gonna feast and instead I got a tummy full of bad cheese. Well, what did you expect Marigold? Isn't this how things usually go? Yeah, you got that right. Ever since I joined this game or world or whatever its been nothing but hard luck. Aren't you supposed to start games like this with some like, overwhelming power or something? That's what happens in those Chinese cartoons kids like, they get hit by a truck then they're in a world and have a magic sword or something. Looks like ole Marigold got the crap end of the stick. Ah, don't get yourself down. We got magic, just not exactly sure how to use it yet. We'll get there. Thanks, Marigold."

Marigold was so delusional from the bad cheese that she had began to monologue to herself. Hopefully, psyching herself up would help her power through the pain.

@Amity @Chrys @Magnolia


Roll:

@Malzel
Save
1d100 (75) + 0 = 75
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