Dave has but one recourse left.
"You asked for it, bro," he says, and attempts to engulf the underwear master in enchanted angel ghosts.
[Dave's affinity roll: 4-1]
A single ghost of a glistening angel appears next to the underwear master and begins to orbit it, seemingly trying to give it a hug.
[Underwear Master's body roll: 5+1]
The creature stares at it for a moment, then goes on to resume what it was doing.
"You may find that you asked for this as well, good fellow," it says, beginning to tighten its grip around Dave's neck. Just then, though, a rampaging mold horse decides to intervene.
[Finesse: Rampaging Mold Horse vs. Underwear Master: 4+1 vs. 6+1-
1]
"Oh dear, look who's coming," the underwear master says.
"Best to wrap this up now, yes?"[Underwear Master vs. Dave: 1+1 vs. 6-1-
1]
However, Dave expertly uses the distraction of the mold horse to slip out, his mixture of clown, pig and human instincts pulling him through the situation in spite of his poor physical shape!
[Rampaging Mold Horse vs. Underwear Master: 4+1+
1 vs. 1+1]
The rampaging mold horse, exploiting the sudden confusion of the underwear master at how it could possibly not have noticed somebody as floppy and waffle-like as Dave slip out of his grip, skewers the commander on several spikes of solid mold, which seem to hit whatever strange vitals the creature has, immediately terminating its living functions - the underwear composing it suddenly falls apart, disintegrating into a rough pile as the body topples to the ground.
The mold horse, for its part, just continues on its way after fetching a trophy from its kill, completely ignoring Dave.
* * * * *
Larry, quite susceptible to peer pressure, decides to take the Seraph Challenge. It is a shame that there is no one around to film his moxie.
"Uhh.. okay, sure."He takes the magazine, until now known only by the disturbing nature of its content and by the lethality of its centerfold, stapled shut even in this copy. Larry, in a show of bravery, rips the centerfold open and looks within at the revealed form of the seraph.
For a moment he stares at the mysteries before his eyes and the sheer power contained within them - the power of the source. But Larry has some of that in himself, and so is unruffled. The mysteries do not attract him, and he does not bother to comprehend them. It's very much like looking at a Max Ernst painting, Larry finds, if Ernst could paint convincingly and disturbingly in seven dimensions. In short, it's kind of funny-looking, though Larry's mind remains steadfastly blank as he regards it. He stares at it for about a minute total, then nonchalantly looks back at his new friends.
"Lookth like you're angelic enough to path.""So the mysteries of the quasi-divine are officially old hat to you," Arielle laughs, and Beagle buzzes along with her, imitating laughter in his own way. The Oldthinker, though, remains serious, and glances at the kitchen, from which Phinny emerges with a sizable cooking pot, balancing a set of rags on her head. She looks a little dizzy.
"A bit strong this time," she says a tad shakily, handing a single rag to everyone present, noticing that there's three left over. She laughs a little.
"Nonthenthe," the Oldthinker says, soaking a rag in the liquid in the pot, then putting it up to his own face. His eyes start to roll into the back of his head as he starts taking powerful whiffs, and he manages to breathe in a whole fifteen times before putting the rag down. The pupils of his eyes seem to have disappeared.
"Eh, I've made thtronger."Arielle tries to whiff it as well, but only manages three inhalations before beginning to cough. Larry isn't sure what she's inhaling or coughing with, or whether that's an appropriate question to even ask.
"Well, you've certainly never shared the stronger ones with us, then," she observes, wiping her face intently. Beagle, meanwhile, just retreats from the pot.
* * * * *
John, saying fie to all the consequences, continues the search!
"Come, James. No matter how much we wish this wasn't happening, we must dig deeper!"James steps closer, probably not having a clue what's even going on. The poor fool.
"Uh... what?"But John only keeps searching, and when the rest of the chief of staff's office contains only empty picture frames and blank books, decides that this room is sufficiently explored, and heads out to the next one - the lawyer's office!
However, when he goes inside, he finds no office! Instead, there is merely a damp, impenetrably dark hole in the ground where an office should be - it has subsumed the desk, the shelves, everything - the room is featureless aside from its presence. It looks strangely welcoming, John observes, almost as if something soft were in its deepest reaches.
* * * * *
After working out a two-dollar-sample deal with the bartender,
THE DUNKER forks over some of his hard-stolen cash to pay for a donut, which he immediately eats.
[THE DUNKER's mind roll: 6-->2+1]
He finds himself in a vast ocean of hot, molten lard - he floats like a ship on its surface, not minding the heat at all, sailing forth in search of brand new lands to explore. Never once does he question his course, for on his back he carries a vast number of enterprising little gnomes that seek to find a way to circumnavigate this strange world they live in via the molten streams of the equator. Although, he has to admit, he does have an ulterior motive that the gnomes do not know of - when he finds the New World, which he knows he will if he follows this stream, he shall eat it, for that is his way - the gnomes merely serve to deflect suspicion from his movements. This is a sensible plan.
Thus, as soon as he lets the gnomes accidentally stumble onto the New World in their exploration, he enjoys the look on their faces for but a moment before eating the continent they just found, and then eating the gnomes themselves before descending back into the lardy depths from which he spawned to birth a new generation of his vile offspring, who will then travel the universe in search of other landmasses and souls to eat. They are four in number, and as they grow, he is proud of all four, but only one manages to distinguish herself, and so he keeps her while eating the rest, feeling a white light fill him as he does so.
1. Organize Spiders
2. Blast of Moony Vomit
3. Pillar of Inexplicable Rouge Bats
I'm experimenting more with adventures. You like it? Pick any spells you like - it's on the house!
His regularly scheduled reality returns to him abruptly, the sight of the bartender and the donut box all but banishing the dreamlike images of before.
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