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[killerhellhound]

bow to the mage and leave with gamerlord before any orders are given

[Harry Baldman]

In a populated basement...

Mark, experienced in disobeying masters, decides to blow this joint before the squares give him any instructions! He takes a bow and starts to leave!

[Evelyn intelligence roll: ?]

The black-robed woman begins to speak just as Mark turns around.

"Bear in mind that you are strictly disallowed from leaving farther than three hundred feet from our vicinity, on pain of second death. Return with something you may wish to be fused with, then you will receive further instruction."

Damn it all.

[Onyxjew944]

Stab and crush him most verily.

[killerhellhound]

go find a blacksmith and find some new equipment

[Harry Baldman]

In the woods...

Tom figures you should probably kill people you meet more than once. It's only good sense, after all. He tries to stab the fork man. With a sickle.

Predictably, it does not work very well, with the sickle being incredibly awkward to stab with. Tom only manages to poke him slightly.

[Forkman reaction roll: 6]

The forkman gets up immediately, stopping his chanting. Well, not really stopping as such, merely changing the subject.

"The unforked one is back.
It wishes the fork.
It pokes me to fork it.
I shall oblige with the fork."

[Forkman magic roll: 5+1]

He draws a tuning fork and flicks it in a most interesting manner, sending vibrations throughout the area! Tom feels something begin to happen to him! Something he might not entirely like, judging by the way the trees seem to be... stretching, it seems.

Okay, since stabbing did not work, let's try crushing. Tom tries to beat some sense into the guy with his flail!

[Tom vs. Forkman: 6+1 vs. 4]

He whacks the guy over the head, and it looks pretty painful! The forkman falls to the ground and... disappears?

[Tom perception roll: ?]

Tom spins around, sensing the man nearby! And he is! Behind him, in fact.

"The power of forks is mysterious.
Very few know the power of forks.
Very few truly want to know the power of forks.
Even fewer are ready."

Hm.

[Forkman magic roll: 5+1]

He flicks the tuning fork again, and the vibrations surrounding the area intensify! Oh dear. Tom's legs seem to be splitting. And his arms. And his weapons.


In a basement of magic...

Mark, having received orders against his wishes, goes out to look for equipment.

[Search roll: 2]

Unfortunately, there are most certainly no blacksmith's shops in a three hundred foot radius of the basement. At least, not that Mark can see.

[killerhellhound]

Mark goes back to the house, tears off a piece of wood threw it in the basement and GTFO with the order compleated

[Harry Baldman]

In the streets of Emlocke...

Mark decides to half-ass his task as much as possible, so he picks up a random piece of wood!

[Random piece of wood roll: 5]

It seems to be a high-quality piece of ironwood, actually. That's, uh, pretty lucky. Nevertheless, Mark picks the thing up, runs back to the basement and chucks it inside, then tries to flee.

"Are you just gonna chuck crap in here or are you going to come down so Erin can fuse you with something already? Time's a-wastin'!"

[killerhellhound]

go into the basement to get fused and flip the mage off if he screws up again.

[Spinal_Taper]

Darren floats back up to the band.
"Hey, guys, how much should we be blocking the doors?"

[Harry Baldman]

Outside a basement...

Mark, teeth clenched and every bone in his body prepared for the worst, goes down to the basement. The red-robed woman looks at him expectantly.

"So, ready to have some fun?"

Mark nods, shivering a bit at the thought.

"Okay then! Let's go!"

[Erin magic roll: 3]

Mark feels himself get a bit... wood-like, but nothing too specifically magical happens. He decides to flip Erin off for her incompetence again!

"You're not really helping, you know!"

[Erin intelligence roll: ?]

"Although that does give me an idea."

"The gesture gave you an idea?"

"Sorta. Here, hold this."

She puts the piece of wood in Mark's hands and a small stone in the other! She then waves her hands again!

[Erin magic roll: 5+1]

Mark's head suddenly begins to shake! The block of wood shakes as well, then rockets itself straight into Mark's forehead, beginning to grow after glowing slightly! Roots burst through his skull, the shards that form getting absorbed into the expanding wood! Soon enough there isn't really a skull to speak of - just a strangely pulsing, faintly glowing trunk of what seems to be a downsized version of a mighty ironwood tree. The roots wrap around his spine in a spiraling fashion and envelop his ribcage and shoulder area, eventually stopping at the pelvis. The tree itself seems to stretch about two feet in height from his chest, ending in a leafy crown stretching in a one foot radius in all directions. Curiously enough, the leaves actually form a crude shape of a face, somehow articulate despite not actually having a nervous system! This does not allow him to speak, but it sure looks cool to make tree-faces at people.

Mark now has a Tree For A Head!

"Whoa. Nice! Treeface! Yeah! I'll call you Treeface! It fits ya, you know."


In a well-secured house...

Darren floats back to the band and poses a good question.

"Hey, guys, how much should we be blocking the doors?"

"Well, as long as something is in front of 'em, it should be fine! We're almost ready here, how about you?"

[Spinal_Taper]

"I'm good as soon as you are."
Darren warms up.

[Harry Baldman]

On the roof of a metal house...

Darren indicates that he is ready, beginning a warmup for that sweet ghost voice of his!

[Warmup roll: 6]

He warms up as much as he possibly could, getting his whistle on as he practices his moves for all the ladies that might be in the audience!

The band looks on as he gets a bit... well... carried away. After a particularly suggestive maneuver far ahead of its time, the band leader intervenes after loosening his collar.

"Uh... ahem. Let's get to work, everyone."

And they do! The instrument-less guy starts to cast some magic stuff!

[Magic Tone 5 magic roll: 3]

The air takes on a slightly reverberating quality, but little else follows.

"Huh. Must be out of practice."

[Magic Tone 5 intelligence roll: ?]

"I can fix it, though!"

[Magic Tone 5 magic roll: 2-1]

The area goes completely silent. The guy moves his mouth, but nothing happens. Darren turns around to look at the guy who interrupted his warmup with a disapproving eye.

[Magic Tone intelligence roll: ?]

The sound-man starts to frantically move his arms!

[Magic Tone 5 magic roll: 6-1]

Sound returns as suddenly as it went, the silence lifting as the band sighs with relief.

"You gotta be careful, dude!"

"Well, it worked, ya know! Watch me now!"

[Magic Tone 5 magic roll: 5]

The air shimmers greatly with magical discharge, seemingly becoming thick over a wide area! The sound-man speaks, his voice amplified by the air and echoing all around!

"Oh yeah! Still got it or what?"

"Yeah. You still got it, Mel. Now, let's play. Spooky Dude, be alluring! Be charming! Be the kinda guy the ladies wanna be swept off their feet by, not the kind they wanna take home! Let's do this, people!"

They get ready to start playing.

"Followin' your lead, Spooky Dude!"

[Spinal_Taper]

Darren nods.
"Alright. One two three, one two three, let's jam!"

"She's got a smile it seems to me..."

[Harry Baldman]

On a rooftop of some kind...

Darren, warmed up and ready to go, begins what will probably be the most talked-about jam in the county for decades to come!

"Alright. One-two-three, one-two-three, let's jam!"

[Darren vocal artistry roll: 1+1+1]

"~She's got a mhmnhm, now it sings to me..."

Crap. He doesn't actually know the lyrics to that particular number. Now, how to deal with this?

"You alright there, dude?"

[Spinal_Taper]

Darren kept singing, just filling in what he forgot with something from his life. This was somewhat difficult, being undead, he didn't know if it even counted as from his life, but he just kept improvising.
"Reminds me of... unlife's centuries... Where everything was flesh, from feet to the eyes..."