JanusTwoface Town Seer Scry Jim Groovester Malevolent, Dies
Once again you sit before your mirror. You try to empty your mind, picturing nothing but blank fog before you. Finally, after long minutes have passed, the mirror clouds up. You cast your mind’s eye on Jim Groovester. His face stares back at you, and the mirror glints. His eyes almost glow red, a
Malevolent sight like none you have ever encountered in the mirror before!
Shocked you lose contact and the mirror fades back to your normal reflection. As you try to steady your nerves there is a crash behind you. Spinning around, you see the door come crashing down.
Standing there you see Mysteriousbluepuppet! His skin in ashen, and his eyes are a milky white. His head lolls to the side as he shambles forward. What abomination is this?!
You step back, fear clutching at your throat. He shambles closer, the mouth curving into an evil smile.
You step back, slamming in to the wall as the stench of death surrounds you.
He reaches forward, cold breath washing over you. A hand about your throat. You struggle, trying to break free. But the grip is like iron, and it’s getting hard to breath. Hard to think.
Your mind gives up, and you sink into merciful darkness before the end.
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Jim Groovester Vampire Vampire Lord Convert Leafsnail Converts
You alight next to Leafsnail’s house. A light touch on the door and the lock clicks open. A gentle push, and the door swings silently open.
You stride in, to see Leafsnail sitting on the ground, his back to you. As you start to move forward his head jerks up.
“A Vampire!? We’re in more trouble then I thought! I’ll have to warn everyone!”
“I think not.” You say, coldly. He whirls around, fear in his eyes.
Stepping forward you grab his shirt and pull him up before you. Locking gazes you begin to bend his mind. He struggles briefly, but this feeble will is not match for yours. After a few moments you release him and he drops to his knees.
“What is your wish, my Master?”
You smile.
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Leafsnail Town Oracle Inspect Toaster Vampire, Converted
Another night of scrying. Another night using the gifts of the gods to try to save this blighted town.
Your mind clear, you allow the gods to infuse you with knowledge. You feel the warmth spread through you, and you revel in the feeling for a bit before focusing on Toaster.
Words, feelings, pictures. They rush through your mind, too much to fathom. But one thing is clear. Toaster does not have the Town’s interests in mind. No, it is a
Vampire’s plans that guide him, though whether he is that vampire or not you cannot tell.
A rush of fear chills your blood and the trance ends. Your head jerks up.
“A Vampire!? We’re in more trouble then I thought! I’ll have to warn everyone!” you exclaim, the idea of a Vampire in this town chilling you more than you expected.
“I think not.” says a voice behind you. You turn, heart pounding.
Behind you, standing in the open doorway, stands Jim Groovester. Before you can react he is before you, lifting you up by your shirt.
His eyes lock with yours, and your thoughts fade. You can feel something struggling within you, but it’s not use. Not against that kind of power.
How could you fight it? Why would you want to? He’s incredible. Awesome! Why, there’s no reason for fear at all!
He releases you and you fall to your knees.
“What is your wish, my Master?”
The Vampire Lord smiles down upon you, and you feel that all is right in the world.
You serve the
Vampire Lord, and his will is now your bidding. You
hear the voice of new kind in your mind.--
Mr.Person Vampire Warlock Speak with Dariush Auto
You spend a few minutes out at Dariush’s grave at midnight. A simple incantation, a wave of incense, and the gates to the underworld are cracked. Not much, just enough to allow communication with a single soul. But perhaps he will know something of use for your master.
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Mysteriousbluepuppet Necromancer Dreamwalker/Zombie Raised as Zombie Night 1 Kill JanusTwoFace Kills
You shamble off towards Janus’s house. A strange desire wells up inside you. Kill. Kill. Take the life, as yours was taken from you.
A door. You smash it, and it falls before you. Janus is before you.
There are items in the room. Things of the living. You hate the living.
Kill.
Janus backs up as you advance, slamming against the wall. Your hands close on his throat.
Kill.
He struggles, a bit. But it doesn’t matter. You feel no pain, no weakness. Eventually he stops moving.
Kill.
Is he dead? Better make sure. You spend a while pounding on the body.
Eventually he lies broken in a pool of blood.
The feeling subsides within you.
Leave.
You shamble off, returning to your hiding place.
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NativeForeigner Town Fortune Teller Scry Jim Groovester Changer
The cards blur in your hands. A soft breeze washes over you, the scent of the cards drawing you into the slight trance you get whenever you do a true reading.
A feeling. This one.
You stop, and slowly place the top card face up on the table.
You think to yourself
Jim Groovester, then take a breath and flip the card over. You are looking at
The Changer, which you know to be your target’s role in the events that are unfolding. Strange. An unusual card, and not one you expected to see. You go to bed, thoughts whirling in your mind. Sleep is a long time coming.
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Zathras
Dariush’s grave was disturbed last night. Not much, just a few bootprints in the soft soil. But enough that you noticed.