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[Maximum Spin]

This used to be quite a nice neighbourhood back in the day when the university was founded. But that way long before your time.

Yes, back then the cultic temple had human sacrifices and chowder every Thursday, and the factory employed half the town and produced as many as a hundred jade sacrificial daggers every day. Except Thursday, obviously. Thursday was chowder day.

[Rockeater]

And it's right across the street from the old cultic temple with the outdoor pool of human blood.[/b]

The pool of blood doesn't need to be of humens, or outdoor, but now it's belong to the city and no one is willing yo pay for covering it or replacing the old blood

[Maximum Spin]

And it's right across the street from the old cultic temple with the outdoor pool of human blood.[/b]

The pool of blood doesn't need to be of humens, or outdoor, but now it's belong to the city and no one is willing yo pay for covering it or replacing the old blood

But it is open to community residents in summer.

[Ultimuh]

And it's right across the street from the old cultic temple with the outdoor pool of human blood.[/b]

The pool of blood doesn't need to be of humens, or outdoor, but now it's belong to the city and no one is willing yo pay for covering it or replacing the old blood

But it is open to community residents in summer.

Although now that you think about it.. No one has ever been going there ever since that gang of thugs moved in a couple of months ago.

[MeimieFan88]

The "hobo" soon exits from the washroom, turning to the bartender with a slightly curious expression.
"Did you see a..." He stops mid-sentence, realizing it was probably irrelevant. "Er, never mind."



"Oh and uh, I ran into a couple of... accidents, in the washroom. Might need a little fixing up."
He then hurriedly exits the pub, briefly meeting you outside.

"S'cuse me, ma'am." He nods at you and promptly heads down the street in the opposite direction of where the stranger went.



*beep beep* *beep beep*

Your magic watch suddenly starts beeping! You remember it was a reminder for something back at home, but in your drunken state can't recall exactly what it was. An experiment of some sort?... In any case, it seems like time to head back.



You start walking towards your house, which is a little ways across town, past a poverty-stricken industrial area where Bumbleton Arcane University can be seen in its midst, next to an abandoned factory.

Surrounding Bumbleton are the houses of wizard gangsters, and across the street from the university is an old cultic temple with an outdoor pool of human blood.



You heard that the neighborhood was actually quite nice back in the day when the university was founded. The cultic temple had human sacrifices and chowder every Bluusday, and the factory employed half the town and produced as many as a hundred jade sacrificial daggers every day. Except Bluusday, of course, which was chowder day. But alas, that was long before your time. Since then, productivity has drastically declined, and the pool of blood has become mostly neglected, the town's citizens unwilling to pay for maintaining it or replacing the old blood. However, it is open to community residents in the summer. Although, now that you think about it, no one has been going there ever since that new gang of thugs moved in a couple of months ago.

Making your way past the industrial zone, you soon reach your house, entering through the front door.





Home sweet home... literally! The aroma of fresh pastries jogs your memory as you remember the magical experiment you had been conducting, which had now reached completion, and soon, cake will be able to be mass produced!

You excitedly approach your worktable, examining the results of the experiment...

Spoiler: Character Info (click to show/hide)

Jess Bluethorn

Health: Excellent, Drunk

Equipment:
- Master Wizard's Hat
- Master Wizard's Robes
- Magic Watch
- Silken Shoes

Inventory:
- 120 Gold
- Master Wizard's Wand
- Bumbleton Arcane University Teacher's ID
- Finer Tastes Cult Insignia

Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!

[King Zultan]

Examine the experiment and taste the result!

[Ultimuh]

By the way, your familiar seem to be missing, he usually tend to greet you by the door. Perhaps he is in one of the other rooms.
Being 1/3rd cat, he usually tend to sit at the most inconvenient of places at the most inconvenient of times.
(By 1/3rd I mean as a species, the other two parts I'll leave up to the other posters.)

[King Zultan]

Being 1/3rd cat, he usually tend to sit at the most inconvenient of places at the most inconvenient of times.
(By 1/3rd I mean as a species, the other two parts I'll leave up to the other posters.)

The familiar is also 1/3rd chicken.

[Rockeater]

Being 1/3rd cat, he usually tend to sit at the most inconvenient of places at the most inconvenient of times.
(By 1/3rd I mean as a species, the other two parts I'll leave up to the other posters.)

The familiar is also 1/3rd chicken.

And 1/3 monster from a realm from beyond the veil, you should've probably banish him there, but he's so cute so you keep him

[VoidSlayer]

Sir Oakenbord of the Four Legs, the northern most chair in the room, silently and patiently thinks on his revenge against Lord Woodenhiem the fifth, the southern most chair.  It has been decades in the making but soon all the plotting and lies will be completed and Woodenhiem will pay for his crimes.

[Ultimuh]

You try to ignore the talking furniture, they are the inevitable result of an experiment gone awry.
Most wizards do in fact have at least one sapient piece of furniture (or tool/utensil/household product) in their homes.
And yes, many wizardly experiments have a tendency to go wrong in some way or another. It's all a part of the science of magic.

[Puppyguard]

The chair underneath the table prays it won't be discovered, for it is a mimic!

[MeimieFan88]

You examine the experiment, tasting the result...

It tastes very yummy! The Mana Fruit you used gives it a refreshingly exotic flavor, meshing nicely with the Buttermilk of Eternal Springs.
It seems that the experiment was a success, which means that you can now mass produce cake using your lab equipment!
You smile with satisfaction, looking over the equipment and pondering the philosophical implications of unlimited cake.



"Wizard! Hey wizard! What's that you're doing there?" A demanding but not unfamiliar voice suddenly booms at you, evidently belonging to one of the nearby chairs. "It had better not be something unauthorized! Surely you know that all such activity must be reported to me, Lord Woodenheim the fifth, master of the household!"



"Ehem." You look away, trying to ignore the talking furniture. They are the inevitable result of an experiment gone awry, though most wizards do in fact have at least one sapient piece of furniture (or tool/utensil/household product) in their homes. And yes, many wizardly experiments have a tendency to go wrong in some way or another. It's all a part of the science of magic.

Meanwhile, the other two chairs are sitting silently around the table. One of them seems to be deeply focused in thought, as if plotting something devious while occasionally glancing at its mouthy cohort. The other, beneath the table, is completely still and chair-like, almost overly so. You eye it with mild suspicion, but soon dismiss your unfounded doubts about the probably innocent and inanimate piece of household property.



You then notice that your familiar seems to be missing, as he usually tends to greet you by the door. Perhaps he is in one of the other rooms...

You walk into your bedroom to look for the creature.





Nestled in a pile of homework papers on the nightstand is the 1/3 cat, 1/3 chicken, and 1/3 monster from a realm beyond the veil familiar, yawning and purring at your arrival as it kneads its paws and claws on the student essays underneath, gently but surely shredding the hours of academic effort toiled by the academy's most diligent pupils.

"There you are, Mr. Fluffytails... hey, that's no place to sleep!" You scold-greet the creature, trying to shoo him off his papery nest.

Mr. Fluffytails shoots back a defiant meow, his demonic tentacle-tails swinging chaotically about.

"Let me just... take these..." You slide your hand towards the nest, trying to remove and rescue the scholastic underpinnings from beneath the unnegotiating familiar.

A harsh and quickened "bah-gawk!" served as a final warning as the creature suddenly pounces and flutters away from its resting spot, but not before further ravaging the homework papers and making a nice feathery mess of them. Mr. Fluffytails then finds a comfortable spot right in the middle of the bed, as it settles down, purring and licking its paws and tentacles.

Sighing in resignation, you look from the mess to the mess-maker, annoyed but helpless to the creature and its cuteness.

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Jess Bluethorn

Health: Excellent, Drunk

Equipment:
- Master Wizard's Hat
- Master Wizard's Robes
- Magic Watch
- Silken Shoes

Inventory:
- 120 Gold
- Master Wizard's Wand
- Bumbleton Arcane University Teacher's ID
- Finer Tastes Cult Insignia

Feel free to control any characters, create any events anywhere, or make any kinds of suggestions you want!

[Ultimuh]

Salvage what you can from the essays, seems like you will have to fail half the class yet again.
Hopefully the principal won't take notice.

[Puppyguard]

Salvage what you can from the essays, seems like you will have to fail half the class yet again.
Hopefully the principal won't take notice.

Yes, hiding the body of the last one was quite annoying.