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[killerhellhound]

Help him look for the mages.

[Onyxjew944]

Search for the river.

[Harry Baldman]

In the streets of Emlocke...

Mark decides to look for his other master along with his new master. It's so very difficult, this master nonsense.

[Search roll: 5]

Say, isn't that the guy over there? Flabby, shirtless fellow peering curiously from the window of the house opposite the inn?

Why, it very well might be! How fortunate! Mark tugs on the fellow's robe and points his master out.

"Ah. Here we are."

Once again, an odd red flash comes from his eyes, and the fellow in the window seems to fall over. Once he gets up, the Artiste points at him.

"I want you to come over here!"

The necromancer rubs his scalp and comes out of the house, standing right next to the Artiste.

"Who in gods' names are you?"

"I'm the Artiste. Pleased to meet you."

"What kind of name is that?"

"I used to be called the Poet. Then I realized I did not actually write poetry. Boy, was that embarrassing. Anyway, you are now my soulbound minion, as I'm sure you've noticed. Also, the fellow over there is no longer bound to you," the Artiste says, pointing at Mark.

"Wait, you can do that?"

"Yep."

"So you just did high-level soul manipulation on me."

"Yep."

"And I now have to serve you."

"Uh-huh."

"Gods damn it all."

"It's okay. I understand. Regardless, we should be leaving now. The other minions might get restless if we delay. Oh, and you are strictly disallowed from harming any of my minions or my body and incorporeal presence. Must always make that disclaimer."

The necromancer nods and turns to Mark.

"Nice work there, genius."

He doesn't seem pleased. Then again, enslavement will do that to ya.


In a crystalline cave complex...

Tom decides to look for this mighty underground stream, wherever it may be!

[Search roll: 1]

He quickly comes to the conclusion that it is probably imaginary, a fiendish construct of his own mind to mock him! Well, he won't be playing your game, mind! Not by a long shot!

[killerhellhound]

I write on paper "Carnt be much worse then you or the other guys who enslaved me." then show it to necroman

[Harry Baldman]

In the streets of Emlocke...

Mark, not one to leave sarcasm unanswered, writes out a reply and shows it to his former master.

Carnt be much worse then you or the other guys who enslaved me.

The necromancer sighs.

"You mean, apart from the fact that he is obviously a demon, therefore immortal, probably impossible to immobilize or trick and, judging by the fact that he did not ask me to sign a contract, probably the equivalent of a fugitive or something?"

"Wait, they make you sign contracts these days?"

"Yeah. And we can't worship demons or bad things happen. Very bad things."

"Things sure have changed."

"I guess so. Wait, what was it like in your time?"

"Oh, different, shall we say. Perhaps we will discuss this later. Right now, we must go! Onward!"

The three strange people begin to leave for the basement.

"By the way, why are you half-naked?"

"Robe caught on fire."

"Oh, I see. A shame when that happens."

They quietly walk back to the basement, where the other mages, true to their orders, have remained.

"Hello again, everybody. I've brought back a present - this fellow! Isn't he charming?"

The mages do not look impressed.

"Anyway, I figure that since not all of us are familiar with each other, we should all introduce ourselves. Firstly, your names. Secondly, your specialties. Thirdly, what your favorite color is. Fourthly, what is the thing you would most like to have in the whole wide world. I will start: I am the Artiste, I can perform major soul alterations and warp space in this body, though my true strength is my knowledge. I enjoy the color blue most of all. And I would most like to destabilize the order of this corner of the universe and institute my own with a little help from my former friends. Next?"

Everybody stares at him.

"Okay then, no volunteers. How about you, Treeface? You have some parchment. Enlighten us."

[killerhellhound]

Mark starts writing "I'm Mark my skills are combat and !!MEDICNE!!. My favorite color is green and I wish to have a fun afterlife without dying."then he passes the paper around

[Harry Baldman]

In a non-bloody basement...

Mark, having been singled out, decides he should just lay it all out for the people around. He takes out some parchment and writes out in large, legible letters these words:

I'm Mark my skills are combat and !!MEDICNE!!. My favorite color is green and I wish to have a fun afterlife without dying.

He proudly displays his work to the others.

"Ah. That's very good... Mark. Yes, most excellent. Next, you," he says, pointing at the necromancer.

[Bernie bluff roll: 3]

"My name is... uh..."

"Don't be shy, now!"

"Alright, my name is Bernard von Glautzenheiser. I am a necromancer, though I've done a lot of artifact research on the side. So you could say I'm a specialist in both. My favorite color is... well, brown. And my greatest ambition is to be admitted inside the Black Circle of Magic and get my hands on their impressive treasures."

"Very well. Next will be... you," he points at the woman in the corner. The woman shivers from his gaze.

"I am Justine Robertson, a diviner by education and by trade. My favorite color is white, and my greatest ambition is to never see you again, creature."

"Well, at least you're honest. How about you, sir?"

"Oh, me? I'm Arthur Lindenberg, necromancer. People who know me call me Art. I'm partial to gold," he says, pointing at his robe, "and I would most like to... hm. That's a tough one. I suppose I would most like to have a land to control. Be a lord and all that. That would be great."

"A lord of the land, eh? Interesting. And you, ma'am?"

"Evelyn Greene, metamagician. My favorite color is orange. My greatest wish is to rule the Black Circle of Magic."

"Aiming for the skies, are we? Fantastic. I do enjoy ambitious people. Not that a lack of ambition isn't interesting either."

"That just leaves me. I'm Erin Yinter. I do all the metamorphosis magicks around here and whatnot. Actually, I'm the reason Treef- uh, Mark is like he is right now. My favorite color is red, and my life's dream is to own the moon."

"Own the moon, you say?"

"Yeah, own the moon. I could make a house for myself, then make the moon like this place, only scaled down about fifteen times, so I could be the people's god!"

The rest look at her strangely.

"Don't look at me like that! It's a perfectly legitimate ambition for a person to have."

"Of course. We never doubted it for a second. So, now that that's done, we seem to be at an awkward situation here. You see, both Art and Bernie are necromancers. That's at least one necromancer too many, and I don't think we particularly need even one. That leaves us at a bit of an inefficient setup. Hm, how should we resolve this situation? What do you think, Mark?"

"Why are you asking him?"

"He has minion seniority. Who else would I ask?"

[TopHat]

((his favourite colour is blue and he sounds yellow. Hmmm...))

[Harry Baldman]

((his favourite colour is blue and he sounds yellow. Hmmm...))

Actually, he sounds red. It's the spacewarp guy who sounded yellow - yellow and purple, to be exact.

[killerhellhound]

write "two of something isnt all bad but if you dont agree keep bernard he already has a few other undead somewhere"
Group meet up

[Nicholas1024]

No, you should have the two necromancers fight to the death.

[Onyxjew944]

Search for treasure.

[Spinal_Taper]

"Doing our work for us? Whaddya mean?"

[Harry Baldman]

In a basement full of mages...

Mark, after thinking on the matter of necromancer overproduction for a good few seconds, writes out his opinion on the matter.

two of something isnt all bad but if you dont agree keep bernard he already has a few other undead somewhere

"Ah. Keep Bernard, you say?"

"All right! Yeah!"

"What? No!"

"I was hoping you would suggest they resolve the matter through fisticuffs, but your suggestion, though admittedly less entertaining, is a bit more sensible. After all, Bernie here does have more skills than Art. And he's got more minions, eh? I can't very well get rid of him now, can I?"

"Wait! I do have a minion as well!"

"Yes. He bound one to him earlier tonight, in fact."

"Oh dear. That changes things a little bit."

The Artiste scratches his chin.

"I suppose we could keep both of you, then."

A look of relief washes over Art's face. Bernie, meanwhile, still looks a bit smug.

"So, do any of you have leads on where these minions may be?"

Art suddenly gets shifty-eyed.


In a crystalline cave complex...

Tom, rather than search for some kind of river that exists only in his imagination, searches for treasure instead.

[Search roll: 4]

He does eventually come up to an unusually large cavern that looks to be full of the crystals that dot the caves. And some of them seem to be rather unconnected to the main mass, curiously enough.


On a rooftop overlooking some carnage...

As Darren sees the maniac in the audience completely flip out and slaughter any remaining mages in the area, a question forms in his head.

"Doing our work for us? Whaddya mean?"

"Well, ya see, our plan was to lure all the mages here with our music, then suddenly stop playin', at which point they'd start killin' each other. They're mages, after all. That's what we took Mel along for, ya know."

"Damn straight. I'm the only mage in a 500 mile radius specializing in sound amplification!"

"Yeah, so, now that most of the mages are taken care of, all that remains is for us to flush the rest out and we can win this thing, man! We can win this!"

[TopHat]

((his favourite colour is blue and he sounds yellow. Hmmm...))

Actually, he sounds red. It's the spacewarp guy who sounded yellow - yellow and purple, to be exact.

((looks yellow-red to me. What space warp guy?))