Yeah let's go with 8:50.
I'm just gonna handwave things and say all the animals can understand each other. This is crazy enough as is. Also sorry about the wait.
"Squeak! Squeak squeak squeak!"
"Ah! A blessing from Lorethazu, great and powerful! Or maybe... ah! Lorethazu has sent a master of transformations to join us! Come, master of transformations. Once this effect ends, we can discuss our plans for converting the city to worship of our glorious leader!"
"Ruff! EeerrrRuff woof!"
No way! There's no way I'll let you brainwash the city- that's why I threw the grenade!
"Squeak... squeak. Squeak, squeak squeak, squeak!"
"Brainwash? Why would we brainwash anybody? People serving of their own free will add so much more power to rituals! And it seems you have not been awakened to the glory of Lorethazu yet, though you serve him unknowingly. Come with us and we will show you the way!
[1v9] While confused, Bartholomews followers seem to agree with Zoh Roark somewhat. He did turn them into animals though, which they don't appreciate much.
Follower reputation adjusted: Bartholomew: Skeptical, but still somewhat enthused. Zoh Roark: Annoyed, but somewhat agreeable.
[5] Satisfied with the result of that argument, Zoh Roark returns home. They would have drink a potion to try and reverse the change, but everything they were carrying disappeared when they transformed. It should come back when they return to normal. It seems that's part of the potion. It'd be awful to get crushed or buried by your own stuff when transforming after all.
[2] As for brewing a potion, they don't have any idea how to go about that with their size. It should be possible, but how? Such considerations consume much of their time. (Normally your bonus would allow you to try this turn, but that conversation took too much time, I guess. Plus being small made it take awhile to get home.)
Frank attempts to use his old blackberry phone to figure out where to buy a dinosaur sized doggy collar.
((I'm getting in on this))
Raar rar Raar RAWR!
My whole species is dead!
If I'm feeling healed, walk to wherever Frank wanted to buy the collar. If I'm not ready, rest some more.
You're not fully healed. That would probably require skilled help. You're not damaged too badly any more though.
[2] Frank also apparently forgot to take their blackberry with them this morning. (Geez. I always roll when people try to use items they don't have because "maybe they might". But Frank just isn't getting a break in that area.)
[8]: Sastrei keeps examining his wounds, and treated them as best a dinosaur can. The pain is mostly gone at least.
continue rallying peasants to the cause, promising a big feast with lots of butter afer this. We need our force to be twenty strong, not counting myself, the champion, the dwarf, or the A-ghost-thing.
Yes. I will join in the hunt for the forgotten beast. I would like to put some armor on as well though.
Mathel runs home, leaving his raw fish there and only taking his backpack, mace and shield with him. If he gets home, he will search for some armor to put on.
AAAAAAA, knowing that whether he says yes or no won't transmit, gestures to his three blocks. He points at the red one, giving a thumbs down sign. He points and the green and makes a thumbs up. He finally points to the blue letter block and makes a wavey gesture before speaking in his native tongue. "AAAAAAAAAAAA."
Hopefully these hopped-up Renaissance Fair nerds will understand what I'm trying to say.
(missed gain)
land and repair damage
[1] King Harlaus is unable to find any loyal NPC allies in the nearby neighborhood. As it turns out, word of the tournament must have gotten around. Apparently people didn't like that much.
King Harlaus reputation updated: Somewhat untrustworthy.
[7] Mathel runs back, puts on a decent set of iron armor, and returns. This would normally take awhile, but I made this a 30 minute segment for a reason.
[5] AAAAAAAAAAA manages to get their message across. The tournament winner thanks them for their support. He introduces himself as Harold, because really he needed a name.
[9] Ketzal lands and repairs the damage. Good as new!
"FOOLISH HUMANS YOU WILL BE REPORTED, YOUR BETRAYAL CONTAINS A LOW IMPORTANCE EVALUATION, DELAYED DETAINMENT IS NOT ENOUGH FOR FULL EFFICIENCY."
Than I head into the psychology ward and state
"FELLOW LOYALTIES, DO NOT REACH HIGH LEVELS OF FEAR AS IT IS NOT RECOMMENDED, MY INTEGRATED EMPATHY AND SYMPATHY STAGE IS TWO TIERS HIGHER THAN YOURS, REQUESTING AN ADVISER"
I'm gonna need a adviser for this medical facility, looking for the most promising genetically feminine carbon based life-form and ordain them as my adviser
(How can I as a robot be shouting?, I was just exhibiting my requested actions to the fellow medical workers)
[8] You effectively dissuade their probably irrational fears, as well as any dissent. Afterwards, you search for a suitable person to advise the facility. You think you found a good one, considerimg your criteria.
"Hello? You need something? Oh, I'm your advisor now? All right then." Her name tag says Elaine Robertson.
[6] Harold is able to recruit 3 farmers, pitchforks and all! You don't know where he found them, but that's not a bad start.
[9] The followers find their bearings. The parrot is elected as speaker. "Squak, is the stuff that dog is saying true, squak?"
Wee, the reputation system is live. I'll add more stuff to it for other characters on request. And now, time for a terrible idea. After all, anything goes right?
Name: Artemis
What are you?: Thinks he's a Hyperdimensional Reality Cop. Is actually the anchor to this reality, though he unaware of this. What does that mean you ask? Even I don't know.
Gender: Let's go with Male, shall we?
Age: Extensive time travel makes measuring such things extremely difficult.
Appearance: Looks like a 25 year old of somewhat ambiguous gender in a nice three piece suit. Has a pair of brown leather boots. Wears a simple tie even though they hate it due to "corporate policy". Has short black hair, and hazel eyes.
Personality: Generally polite. Serious when he needs to be. Goes with the flow when he doesn't. Far too easily amused, but still somewhat stoic.
List three of your favorite things: Keeping reality intact, not dying, using impractical inventions.
Inventory: Large briefcase with effectively infinite storage space. Miniature teleporter. Hyperdimensional Police Badge.
What? What is this?: One of the worst ideas Person has ever had.
[6] Your... Er... My house retroactively starts to exist. You... Er... I check my equipment, and everything seems to be in order.
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