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[killerhellhound]

((For crying out loud.))

Go find more things to kill.

We had a good streak of murdering clueless students maybe we sould look for one of there bodys

[Spinal_Taper]

Hope my player didn't take way too long to post.

Trip them up by shifting the coins beneath their feet.

[Harry Baldman]

In a somewhat dead lounge...

Vincent, not feeling like intruding on some undead creature's inner sanctum, decides to politely wait to be met by some sort of kind host or, failing that, a hideous monster of some kind. He sits down in a chair and waits.

[Host appearance roll: 2]

An hour passes. Nobody arrives. How rude of them, whoever "they" may be. Here he is, waiting like a polite fellow and not a true adventurer at all, and nobody comes out to help him or even give a greeting of some kind. He should file a complaint about the service here!


Still in that alleyway...

Luke sticks to what he knows best: foul treachery!

"Please, I'll help you defeat all but one of the other mages here, he has me soul binded to help him, I can show you where he is and help you fight others, but he must be fought alone. It should be easy, seeing as he's a weakling."

[Black-Robed Lady reaction roll: 6]

"So, you'll betray your master and help me kill anyone I want you to kill if I only free you? Enslavement for freedom. I like it. That soulbound bit doesn't really make me feel confident, but I suppose I can kill your master last."

[Black-Robed Lady magic roll: 6]

She pulls out a strange object in the shape of an eye and points it at Luke. All becomes dark for the intrepid traitor for a second, which is followed up by what feels like a bolt of lightning running through his body and highly painful acid covering all the worst places. Additionally, it feels like several spears just pierced every square inch of his body at once.

[Luke endurance roll: 5]

Luke twitches, flips and drops to the ground. The actual ground, not the wall! He kisses the ground in gratitude for a few seconds, then gets up once again, his flesh slightly blackened and singed by the magical shenanigans of the previous minute. He seems pretty okay, all things considered. The six extra legs he had also seem to have disappeared. However, his arms are still missing.

"Have to say, didn't expect that to work. Magical overloads usually go far worse before they undergo discontinuity. I'm actually impressed that I achieved a proper discontinuity. I'm improving, I'd say. And now I have a minion. Follow me, minion."

She turns around and heads out of the alley.


In the basement of Bernie's inn...

Tom attempts to pick up and tie the formerly laughing mage into the restraints kindly provided by Josh.

[Strength roll: 2]

He strains and he strains, but, carrying the ton of metal that he is, it's simply too difficult for him! Josh looks at his attempts and rolls his eyes.

[Bernie helpfulness roll: 2]

"Stop screwing around and get it done, minion!"

[Tom intelligence roll: ?]

Tom, upon hearing Josh's words, has an idea! He quickly takes off the robe and tries again!

[Strength roll: 6+1]

He then proceeds to easily lift the guy by one foot and secure him in restraints one limb at a time. Having done that, he puts the robe back on and leaves the basement, heading back up to the chest o' loot he neglected to lock.

It seems the sphere is missing, as is the talisman. Somebody's made off with his loot!

[Perception roll: ?]

It must have been the turkey conglomerate. In fact, he believes he heard a faint huff in the hall! It's clearly some kind of conspiracy!


In the streets of Emlocke...

Yorinnsud, with Mark still on his back and keeping a lookout, searches around for more people to kill!

[Search roll: 1]

Hey, there's the flaming eye! It's coming back! Yorinnsud and Mark knew it cared! The eye flies up to them, stops, then flies into a different direction, although at a far slower pace.


In a treasure chamber of Velusius...

Darren, after getting a brief sensation of being late, decides that it's probably no big deal and tries more magical shenanigans.

[Telekinesis roll: 1]

He shifts the coins for a short while, though this fails to trip anyone up. Actually, he does seem to have accidentally shifted them into an interesting ornament. An ornament in the shape of an arrow. An arrow pointing at the chest he's hiding in.

[Looter 1 perception roll: ?]
[Looter 2 perception roll: ?]
[Looter 3 perception roll: ?]

Nobody seems to notice it, however. In fact, two of the looters just pick up the coins on the ground as if they were any other set of coins. Looks like he's safe for now.

[Gamerlord]

Follow the eye! It is obviously trying to take us somewhere!

[anailater]

( I LIVED!)
" Thank you so much umm, have you told me your name yet? Mines Luke."
Follow like the reprimanded backstabbing servant I am.

[killerhellhound]

( I LIVED!)
" Thank you so much umm, have you told me your name yet? Mines Luke."
Follow like the reprimanded backstabbing servant I am.

Are you going to stab her in the back at the end to take the winner Podium and the loot.

[Onyxjew944]

'Stolen. Stolen? STOLEN!' Tom mentally fumed. Which is only slightly different from a mental breakdown. But with more murder.

Go outside and continue my looting adventures.

[anailater]

( I LIVED!)
" Thank you so much umm, have you told me your name yet? Mines Luke."
Follow like the reprimanded backstabbing servant I am.

Are you going to stab her in the back at the end to take the winner Podium and the loot.

Nah, if she can kill Burnie and some how keep me and herself alive, I'll gladly follow her, especially if she gives me my arms back.

[Harry Baldman]

In the streets of Emlocke...

Yorinnsud, hearing no protest from Mark, heads after the flaming eye. Eventually they reach a particular alleyway, which the flaming eye goes inside of.

[Perception roll: ?]

Yorinnsud thinks he sees the shape of a human being on the edge of one of the roofs in the alleyway, though it's hard to tell from this distance. Either way, there's probably something interesting and perhaps even something dangerous in there, and both things are something Yorinnsud needs in his unlife.


In an altogether different alleyway...

Luke decides to keep his word and follow the black-robed lady. He asks a question of her.

"Thank you so much, umm, have you told me your name yet? Mine's Luke."

"You are indeed correct. I have not told you my name, "Luke". I suppose I can introduce myself now. I am Evelyn Greene, and you're about to meet some... associates of mine."

She leads Luke into the basement of a relatively ordinary-looking house located in a row of very similar dwellings. There seem to be three other people down there already - one man and two other women, all dressed in different-colored robes. As she enters, two of them look at Evelyn, then at Luke. The third, a woman entirely wrapped in multicolored rags, seems to be really concentrating on something.

"I found this minion out in an alleyway. We have a dearth of such things right now, so I brought it along. Calls itself 'Luke'."

The two other people currently paying attention evaluate Luke with critical eyes. One of them, a long-haired woman in a red robe, speaks up.

"Fascinating. And what are we to use it for? It seems useless to me."

"That's because it is. But we can change that. In fact, you can change that."

"But what guarantee do we have that it will not be a wasted effort?"

"None yet. That will be your job, Art."

The man, a very tall young man wearing a golden robe, gives her a knowing nod.

"Soulbinding?"

"No. Physical link."

"Oh. Well, um, I suppose that'll work as well. You sure, E?"

"I'm sure. It is necessary. Perform it now."

"Uh, gimme a sec. Need to brush up on physical linking."

Art takes a beat-up book from his pocket and begins to thumb through it, stopping at a certain page. Looks like they're not planning to involve Luke in any of this discussion.


On the top floor of Bernie's inn...

Tom reflects on the impermanency of his obtained loot. It's really beginning to irk him, you see. And you do not want to see Tom irked. He paces down the stairs and goes outside the inn to clear his head. And obtain revenge on someone. Hardly matters who exactly it is. Just someone.

[Search roll: 1]

He notices an orange, glowing sphere of slime flying through the street. Wonder what that's about. It seems to be coming toward him, though.

[Gamerlord]

Ready my sword and meatshield Mark and enter carefully.

[anailater]

This will be interesting, hopefully this will go well for me.
Wait like a good little minion.

[Firelordsky]

Go out and kill that gardener for bad service.

[Harry Baldman]

Outside a dangerous alleyway...

Yorinnsud readies his short sword and trusty Mark for any possible combat, then cautiously enters the alley.

[Perception roll: ?]

As he does so, he hears the telltale sound of waving hands and the buzz of something magical in the air. Yep, those guys on the roof are definitely trouble.

[Assailant 1 magic roll: 5]
[Assailant 2 magic roll: 2]
[Assailant 3 magic roll: 3]

A large fiery mass of molten rock appears in the middle of the alleyway. Well, crap. Fortunately, it hits the ground immediately and only shifts forward slightly afterwards! Well, that could have been impressive. If it worked, you know. As it is, that thing just set fire to the alleyway.

"You guys suck! I summon up a perfectly good mass of magma and you mess the thing up!"

"There was too much of the stuff, you moron! You messed it up!"

"Both of you are screwups! Damn, guys, could you be any worse at what you do?"


In the company of rather serious people...

Luke decides not to be any trouble and allows things to go as they will.

"You know how I want this done, Art."

"Yep, sure do. Bound to all of us."

"Yes."

"Bound to all of us? An excellent idea. Will save a lot of trouble for all of us."

"Indeed. Do it, Art."

Art makes a few motions with his hands and speaks a few words.

[Art binding roll: 4]

What happens next is a new sensation to Luke - it's a strange feeling of oneness. Oneness with Evelyn, oneness with Art. It lasts for a few seconds, passing slowly. Evelyn faces him and speaks slowly.

"Right, 'Luke', you must realize that this physical binding means that if any one of the people in this room aside from you is harmed, you will be harmed just as much. This does not work the opposite way. Know this and serve."

She briefly pauses, then turns to the red-robed woman.

"Fix him, Erin."

"Right. Let's get to it. Time's a-wastin'."

She goes over to an upturned chair in the corner.

[Erin strength roll: 1]

She tries to pull it apart, but fails rather embarrassingly, falling backwards when she accidentally loses her grip on the chair. She looks frustrated.

"Could somebody help me here?"

"I'll do it."

Art helps Erin up and gives the chair his very own try as Erin brushes herself off.

[Art strength roll: 1]

He gives the chair a mighty pull. It doesn't budge. What does budge, however, is something within his arm - there is a visible deformation in his arm and he drops to his knees with a startled screech.

"Aw, shit, I think I sprained something!"

"Maybe Evelyn should give it a try."

"Why?"

"I don't know, maybe it's waiting for its true master like some kind of legendary artifact. Can't find out unless you give it a try."

"Fine."

Evelyn strides up to the chair and gives it a pull.

[Evelyn strength roll: 2]

It's really just a halfhearted attempt. She pulls for a short bit, then steps aside.

"Satisfied? That chair is obviously unbreakable. Let us move on."

[Erin idea roll: ?]

"Now I'm curious, actually."

She walks up to the chair and picks it up, swings it a few times and nods in satisfaction. She then ties it in a nearby rope and hangs it around Luke's neck.

"Right, hold still."

[Erin magic roll: 4]

Her eyes glow bright yellow and her hands perform several delicate motions, and Luke feels his body become not unlike liquid, the chair submerging itself within it and spreading. New arms form from the stumps. Luke finds the existence of arms to be a good thing. Also, his flesh takes on a slight... wood-like quality. He thinks it's not entirely unpleasant. Then again, he also now feels a peculiar kinship to furniture, so what does he know.

Luke is now One With The Chair!

"Well, that worked. Although I can't help but wonder what would have happened if that went wrong. Would he have become a sentient chair?"

"Do not get carried away, Erin. Do not let this be a repeat of the incident in Zauberholm."

"You love bringing that up, don't you?"

"An important lesson was learned that day. Let us never forget it."


In a temple of some kind...

Vincent, dissatisfied at the terrible waiting times in this temple, goes back and attempts to kill the gardener! He pulls out the tin sword!

Well, that thing's gone cold and bendy. No use to be had out of that. He takes his staff and tries whacking the zombie!

[Vincent vs. Gardener: 2+1 vs. 3-1]

The zombie doesn't dodge at all, getting hit straight-on. This doesn't seem to bother it, however. Okay then, it's torus time!

[Torus of Murder roll: 2]

Well, it would be if the damn thing wasn't stuck! Argh!

[Gamerlord]

Take cover and start yelling that i am not a threat.

[Spinal_Taper]

When one of them turns his back to another, give him a wedgie.