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[Onyxjew944]

"I'm only trying to kill you! Stop remixing the order of the universe to suit an obsession with duality and prongs!"

With my convincing argument in play, cut off the hand holding the tuning fork using the sickle. Bash him in the head once more.

[Gamerlord]

Go investigate what happened to Mark.

[killerhellhound]

Mark bows and walks out side waving to Gamerlord as he went and tried out his new body in the sun looking for Tom

[Harry Baldman]

On a rooftop...

Darren pours his spectral heart and well-hidden soul into the song, filling in details as necessary!

[Vocal artistry roll: 2+1+1]

"Reminds me of... unlife's centuries... where everything was flesh, from feet to the eyes...
Now and then when I... hear that voice, it tells me to go to a place...
And if I didn't do it for too long, I'd probably fall apart and die!"

It is somewhat apparent that he is making this up as he goes, though some would probably find it a bit charming nonetheless. The band tries to improvise as well!

[Band music roll: 4+1]

They provide a shockingly appropriate melody to the song despite probably never having heard it before. The music spreads for quite a long distance. And from here, it seems like people are coming this way. Lots of people.

"Ooh, it's working! The cube is working! Quick, the lights! Keep jammin', people!"

Mel the Sound Expert reaches back toward the sphere and pushes a button, causing bright lights to erupt into the sky! They spell out the words "Spooky Dude and the Magic Tones" in elaborate flaming letters. Sweet!


In a totally forked place...

Tom presents what he believes to be a perfectly reasonable argument to the fork man!

"I'm only trying to kill you! Stop remixing the order of the universe to suit an obsession with duality and prongs!"

"I do not remix the order.
I merely reveal the order.
The order of the universe.
The chaos of the multiverse."

[Tom vs. Forkman: 2+1 vs. 3]

The man seems to split into three different individuals dodging Tom's patented hand-slice maneuver, one pulling away his hand, another leaping back, a third escaping between Tom's legs. Two of them then proceed to have a nice fork-related conversation in pseudo-verse while the third pulls out a different tuning fork.

[Forkman magic roll: 2+1]

The air seems to become unusually abrasive as he flicks the fork. Hm. Tom goes for his standard "flail-to-the-head" solution for this problem.

[Tom vs. Forkman: 2+1 vs. 4]

Once again, the man dodges in four directions at once, forming four separate fork masters, all dodging and one in particular shaking his head as he rolls away. Good gods, there are seven of them now.

[Forkman fork magic roll: 6+1]

Suddenly, Tom's strange fission process finishes, leaving three Toms standing around. Tom looks at Tom. Gods, he's ugly as sin.

"Hm, what would Belkar do?"

[Tom idea roll: 4]

Tom looks at one of the forkmen and runs over to him.

[Tom idea roll: 2]

Tom just stands around and looks confused.


In a populated basement...

Yorinnsud figures it's high time she found out what happened to Mark. She looks inside the basement.

There seems to be a metal skeleton with a tree for a head bowing to a bunch of mages.

[Yorinnsud intelligence roll: ?]

Mark is probably around there somewhere, and she bets those mages know where! The tree-faced individual seems to be turning around and leaving.

"Stop right there."

The tree-head stops.

"Your next orders are to go to a place three houses down the street from the Temple of Velusius, kill any occupants and retrieve a book known as the Tome of Demons. This must be done within three hours or you will die immediately via bodily detonation. You may leave the sphere of our vicinity, but only to perform this task, at which point you will return immediately."

A-hah! So the tree-head is their minion. And it's coming this way.

Oh dear. It just waved to her. And now it looks like it is longingly looking at the dark night sky despite theoretically not being capable of exhibiting such emotions. Hm.

[Gamerlord]

Skedaddle! And look around for Mark.

[Harry Baldman]

Outside a house of some kind...

Yorinnsud, feeling like she's in over her head, what with frightening creatures with vegetation for heads running around with full intent to commit dark deeds, succumbs to her natural flight instinct and skedaddles.

[Skedaddling roll: 5]

She gets out of sight remarkably quickly, disappearing behind a nearby house. She then thinks on where she might find Mark.

Well, he clearly went into the basement. So he might still be there someplace, somewhere among the many mages down there. The many undoubtedly dangerous mages that could probably visit horrible mutilation and enslavement on her should even just one of them get a good spell in while she tries to reach them. Furthermore, Mark might not be in there anymore, anyway. All things considered, any number of things may have happened down there.

[killerhellhound]

Seeing Yorinnsud run mark runs after her and when he catches up try’s moving the leaves to look like his old face then he takes Yorinnsud to the demon tome house for help killing and looting other people. 

[Harry Baldman]

In the streets of Emlocke...

Mark tries to get to Yorinnsud and inform her of his new state of being! But he'll have to find where she went first!

[Search roll: 3]

Well, he can't see her around here, anyway. She probably ran off and hid somewhere, so she'll be difficult to find. And he seems to have only 2 hours and 55 minutes left to perform his task before he explodes violently, so he isn't sure he really has the time to perform an in-depth search for her. Who knows what he'll find in the demonologist guy's house.

[killerhellhound]

head to the place and carefully enter

[Onyxjew944]

"This would be awesome, if we weren't outnumbered by people that I feel saner than. Toms! To war!"

Rally the troops, and continue trying to kill the fork man.

[Harry Baldman]

In the streets of Emlocke...

Mark decides to abandon the search for his comrade and go off to find the demonologist. After all, he does have a tree for a head. What could there possibly be in that house that he alone cannot handle?

As he proceeds along the streets, he hears the sound of music coming from somewhere. Huh. That's pretty weird.

[Will roll: 3]

He stops in his tracks. Somehow, this music is filling him with a distinct urge. The urge... to party. He does his best not to follow the instinct, but he cannot seem to break it entirely! All he can do is stand in place, continually reminding himself of the two hours and forty five minutes he has left! The demonologist's house is only ten minutes away, but it could might as well be a year's worth of walking for all the good that does him.


In the woods...

Tom tries to rally Tom and Tom, his newfound unusually hideous compatriots!

[Tom cooperation roll: 1]
[Tom cooperation roll: 2]

Tom shakes his head at Tom's suggestion.

"Nah, it's pointless to stab this guy."

"Yep. I propose we eliminate Tom instead. Once he is dead again, we can assert a perfectly reasonable claim over all that he has! We could have three flails and sickles between the two of us if he is dead!"

[Tom cooperation roll: 5]

"Say, that's an amazing idea! More loot is always good, I believe!"

"Took the words right out of my mouth!"

Tom and Tom begin to advance on Tom, waving their implements of death and destruction with the utmost menace and vile intent. Exactly what one would expect from a Tom, but still.

[Tom vs. Tom: 5+1 vs. 4]
[Tom vs. Tom: 4+1 vs. 1]

As Tom distracts Tom with a flurry of bone-breaking and generally uncomfortable flail swipes, Tom, in a very Tom-like maneuver, sneaks up on Tom from behind and rips out Tom's metal leg and beats Tom over the head with it! Tom's skull is very badly fractured by this, sending the amalgamate adventurer to the ground.

"Now I have an even better weapon! Fantastic!"

"Ooh, that is a good weapon. Hang on, I'll take the other one!"

This really isn't going according to Tom's plan. The fork man and his duplicates just stand around looking thoughtfully at the ensuing carnage.

[killerhellhound]

Knowing who made music like that and having a time limit Mark continued on The Adventurers Path into the demon people lair looking for a new weapon.
( The Adventurers Path: Is slang for killing anything that moves, looting everything not nailed to the floor and burning everything nailed to the floor.)   

[Onyxjew944]

((So, wait. If they tear me apart, do I control them? This is getting confusing.))

"Wait! You realize there are seven magical items right over there on undefended weak old men? What kind of looting adventurers are you? Why loot my prosthetic limbs when you could be having highly valuable magical weapons! You're a disgrace to the proud Tom lineage."

Proceed to take my leg back and reattach.

[Harry Baldman]

In the streets of Emlocke...

Mark tries to summon up all of his willpower and think of adventurer-like things!

[Will roll: 1]

Yeah, there's, like, loot and stuff... but... but... partying! It is its own goal and reward! Mark feels himself begin to boogie over to the source of the music, reaching it in about ten minutes of walking! Oh yeah, they've got the party of the century going on here! All the cool mages in town are here, and they are partying like crazy!


In mortal peril...

Tom presents Tom and Tom with a persuasive counterargument before they can rip off his other leg!

"Wait! You realize there are seven magical items right over there on undefended weak old men? What kind of looting adventurers are you? Why loot my prosthetic limbs when you could be having highly valuable magical weapons! You're a disgrace to the proud Tom lineage."

[Tom counterargument roll: 5]

"First of all, that man isn't old. Secondly, he isn't undefended. In fact, there's at least seven of him, and hitting him seems to produce more. So beating him up and looting him is hardly a practical solution, undeniably appealing as it may be, particularly when you consider the fact that he seems to be able to produce more of us as well, which doesn't bode very well for our individual looting prospects, does it? After all, being a Tom has never been about sharing! Thirdly, it is far easier and more practical to just rip off your limbs and use them as weaponry that's better than the lousy farming equipment you've fished out from who-knows-where. Fourthly, there is no actual Tom lineage, and I should know. You are Tom. I am Tom. And Tom over there is Tom as well. And two out of three Toms have agreed that eliminating and looting you is a far better plan for our long-term prospects than what you propose in your vain attempt to keep your limbs. Right, Tom?"

"Couldn't have said it better myself, Tom!"

"Let's get to work, then, Tom!"

[Tom vs. Tom: 5+1+1] vs. 2]

Tom's eyes widen in the all-too clear knowledge of what will come next! Tom uses Tom's leg to bash Tom's chest into a somewhat pulp-like mass, which allows Tom to snatch up the other leg with total impunity! Exploitation of magical quantum phenomena has never been this profitable!

[Tom will roll: 6]

Tom just lies on the ground, cursing his terrible alternate selves' pragmatic judgment of the situation on hand!

"Now, Tom, what say you we vacate the area before that lunatic makes traitorous alternate versions of us as well?"

[Tom opposition roll: 6]

"No, Tom! Think about it! We could have it all! Forks! Power! Fame! Forks! All we need to do is charge as one, eliminate the forked lunatic before he can do a damn thing! It is the very essence of Tom, my plan! Tom was right! We must go to war and get all of the forks, then we can obtain all the loot of the world should we wish it!"

[Tom reaction roll: 2]

"Don't be silly, Tom! He could very well kill us both, and I will have none of it! If that is what it means to be Tom, I shall be called Jeffrey instead! Yes! Jeffrey! I will now depart, and if you try to stop me, you will come to know my true power!"

[Tom aggression roll: 3]

"Very well! Flee, Jeffrey! Flee like the non-adventurer you are!"

And Jeffrey does indeed do this, not allowing anything to stand in his way! He disappears in the woods practically immediately as Tom sits down and ponders an attack plan.

"Hm. Perhaps I will need help."

[Onyxjew944]

If I'm the destroyed Tom...

Roll back to Town. You know the drill.

If I am the newly-armed Tom...

Pick up the original Tom and drop the sickle.

((Also, am I the only one who thinks I just accidentally created a personal recurring villain? Damn you Evil Twin!))