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RED
Upon returning to the RED domain, you see that everything has been returned back to normal after the Marauders' attack. The broken storefronts are rebuilt, the destroyed crops were replanted & replaced, and all the injured people seem to be okay now. There IS still a circular scorchmark in the middle of the road though.
Upon returning to the RED demense, you see that everything has been returned back to normal after the Marauders' attack. The broken storefronts are rebuilt, the destroyed crops were replanted & replaced, and all the injured people seem to be okay now. There IS still a circular scorchmark in the middle of the road though.
*DEPENDING ON WHO THEY SPOKE TO*
- Garsen the boar stops rotating a pig on a spit, handing it off to someone else, and approaches your group, arms crossed. "Well if it ain't the Kings of Kings."
@ -9,14 +9,14 @@ Upon returning to the RED domain, you see that everything has been returned back
- Kyong the bearded dragon steps up to you, ukulele in hand. "I bet you came back to hear me play some more, didn't ya?" He starts strumming lightly on his instrument as he laughs.
*ASK FOR AODAGHAN*
Their faces dtop in shock, they look toward each other, and point toward the Volcano. Before you walk away, Garsen grabs your attention. "Aodaghan took the day off, so be REAL careful dealing with him. He won't have his work to distract his anger."
Their faces drop in shock, they look toward each other, and point toward the Volcano. Before you walk away, Garsen grabs your attention. "Aodaghan took the day off, so be REAL careful dealing with him. He won't have his work to distract his anger."
*VOLCANO*
(NOTICE ROLL) You hear someone whistling in the distance, a tune you can't quite place but you could swear sounds very war song like in nature.
When you reach the main chamber, you see Aodaghan is whistling casually, as he lounges in the Lava pool up to his chest like it's a hot tub, looking genuinely relaxed for once. You also see he is the only person here today.
"Well look who it is, the li'l shits from before. Excuse me if I don' stand an'shake ya hands, I'm free ballin' in here."
"Well look who it is, the li'l shits from before. Excuse me if I don' stand an'shake ya hands, I'm free ballin' in 'ere."
*IF CHALLENGE*
His eye suddenly turns sharp. "You fuckers know today's my day off, right?" He will pause to sit upright, pulling his wings up and out of the lava, the fierce glowing red and orange now dripping with molten rock. "That means I got no reason to hold back."
@ -40,7 +40,8 @@ He will throw his wings open and suddenly rocket off into the sky, flame eruptin
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In the village, you see a group of people on the far end of the street all circled around a large fire. Two of them are banging away on pahu drums, two are chopping vegetables, two are tending to two different spits of meat (one with a pig and one with different segments of beef), and one sitting back and supervising the whole event.
*IN THE VILLAGE*
You see a group of people on the far end of the street all circled around a large fire. Two of them are banging away on pahu drums, two are chopping vegetables, two are tending to two different spits of meat (one with a pig and one with different segments of beef), and one sitting back & supervising.
They have made this a ceremonial event, all of them wearing more festive attire. Feather cloaks on the males, long dresses on the females, both wearing strings of flowers, and colorful stripe banners are hung all around.
@ -52,13 +53,13 @@ The overseer (Garsen the boar) approaches with a knowing smile and a plate of bo
"...mm. Not bad."
He immediately flops down in front of everyone, and starts munching down on the food like he hasn't eaten for the week. Everyone at the party starts cheering and handing out food, including to YOUR group if you want it.
He immediately flops down in front of everyone, and starts munching down on the food like he hasn't eaten in a week. Everyone at the party starts cheering and handing out food, including to YOUR group if you want it.
Aodaghan spends the next several minutes eating all the food he can get his hands on. Anyone who tries to talk to him gets short choppy responses while he eats.
By the time everyone has finished, there are ten empty plates at his feet. He suddenly shoots his head upward and belches VERBOSELY, a massive fireball shooting into the open air.
"Aight... enough stallin'." He hops up and walks over to the previous scorched circle in the ground, standing in the center. He pulls his blade out and jams the tip jnto the ground. "Aodaghan Panthrandu officially accepts yer challenge fer my Regalia. Now get yer asses in here an' say the words."
"Aight... enough stallin'." He hops up and walks over to the previous scorched circle in the ground, standing in the center. He pulls his blade out and jams the tip into the ground. "Aodaghan Panthrandu officially accepts yer challenge fer my Regalia. Now get yer asses in here an' say the words."
AFTER THE FIGHT
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He will pause to grab his shoulder, jerking it upright and cracking it into place, before continuing. "Come back when you got a little more to offer." He will then extend his wings and attempt to fly off, wobbling a little in the air at first as he leaves.
*IF THEY WIN*
He grumbles as he lies facedown in the dirt, slowly picking himself up. "Shit... been a while since I lost a fight.." He extends his arm and jams his sword into the ground. "Here's my Regalia, the Flint Flametongue. It's yer prize fer beatin' me, Kings o' Kings."
He grumbles as he lies facedown in the dirt, slowly picking himself up. "Shit... been a while since I lost a fight.." He extends his arm and jams his sword into the ground. "Here's my Regalia, the Flint Flamberge. It's yer prize fer beatin' me, Kings o' Kings."
He extends his wings, one not extending the full way. "Guess I'm walkin'." He'll retract them both and limp past your group toward the cavern, leaving you with only your prize in the scorchmark of a battlezone.
@ -76,7 +77,7 @@ He extends his wings, one not extending the full way. "Guess I'm walkin'." He'll
ORANGE
Upon returning to the Orange domain, you will see that everything is more or less the same, still the infinite expanse of sand and the three pyramids around you.
Upon returning to the Orange demense, you will see that everything is more or less the same, still the infinite expanse of sand and the three pyramids around you.
*INSIDE*
You see Conroy pushing a cart around the corner of one shelf, putting books away. He will see you and immediately pause, smiling wide. "Welcome back, friends! What can I do for you today?"
@ -87,7 +88,7 @@ You see Conroy pushing a cart around the corner of one shelf, putting books away
"Is that the title now? Bit pretentious if you ask me, Guardian has a much nicer ring."
*ASK IF HE IS DM*
"You caught me! Not that I was hiding it or anything. But yes, I am the Master of this Domain."
"You caught me! Not that I was hiding it or anything. But yes, I am the Master of this demense."
*WHY DIDNT HE TELL THEM*
"Well I can't answer a question you never ask!"
@ -116,9 +117,9 @@ The books themselves however are covered in various cuts and scorch marks, most
Conroy shakes his head a bit. "I'm afraid you can't, nor can I. Everything here is based on contribution, we would need someone with intimate knowledge of Diadem to contribute again. And most of those people are gone."
*WHY NOT HIM*
"The type of chronomancy that ritual performs doesn't work on Domain Masters. I've tried. It needs to be a normal mortal person."
"The type of chronomancy that ritual performs doesn't work on demense Masters. I've tried. It needs to be a normal mortal person."
(CONTACTS ROLL) You suddenly recall SOMEONE in the ice domain that was well versed in Diadem history, someone who moonlit as a teacher. *MORANA.*
(CONTACTS ROLL) You suddenly recall SOMEONE in the ice demense that was well versed in Diadem history, someone who moonlit as a teacher. *MORANA.*
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@ -167,7 +168,7 @@ From that moment, that simple power bore witness to the birth of the concept of
- Activeness beget SWIFTNESS, passiveness beget SLOWNESS.
- Recognition of surroundings beget WHEN and WHERE.
Twelve of the simplest concepts were formed, the basis of everything that was to come to pass for the foreseeable eternity. Despite these humble beginnings, all these concepts assumed themselves the predominant force, even with a direct counterpart, and wished to see itself be the deciding factor for this new domain they found themselves in.
Twelve of the simplest concepts were formed, the basis of everything that was to come to pass for the foreseeable eternity. Despite these humble beginnings, all these concepts assumed themselves the predominant force, even with a direct counterpart, and wished to see itself be the deciding factor for this new demense they found themselves in.
As such, a mediator was needed, one with an identity beyond itself, with an understanding of the concepts, and with the potential for genuine intelligence and learning for the sake of ensuring current and future struggles.
@ -262,7 +263,7 @@ He will suddenly lean backwards and flop onto the floor, panting heatedly. He wi
YELLOW
Upon returning to the YELLOW domain, you see there are far fewer people out and about, and the few that ARE there are all heading in the same direction: To the far end of the domain, in the direction of the warehouse building.
Upon returning to the YELLOW demense, you see there are far fewer people out and about, and the few that ARE there are all heading in the same direction: To the far end of the demense, in the direction of the warehouse building.
The stores and shops are still open as well, but they appear to be closing up very shortly. The attendee will tell them Zahir is having another dance party and they wanna get there as soon as they can.
@ -358,7 +359,7 @@ The entire yard is full of fresh produce, bright flowers, and SO MANY GODDAMN BE
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Upon returning to the GREEN domain, you immediately feel a heavy breeze pressing against your faces, something you wouldn't expect from such a calming place.
Upon returning to the GREEN demense, you immediately feel a heavy breeze pressing against your faces, something you wouldn't expect from such a calming place.
(INVESTIGATE Roll) You see something large and green swirling around in the air, and you could almost swear it looks like a bird with a REALLY long tail.
@ -386,7 +387,7 @@ Corentin turns to see your group, then returns to the children. "But I'm afraid
Corentin will slither his way over to your group, waving at the children on his way over. "It is good to see you again, Kings of Kings. To what do I owe the pleasure of your return?"
*IF THEY ASK*
"The elementary school discussed a field trip to my domain, if you'll pardon the pun, and they were becoming a bit bored... I offered them some activity to pass the time."
"The elementary school discussed a field trip to my demense, if you'll pardon the pun, and they were becoming a bit bored... I offered them some activity to pass the time."
*HOW WAS HE SO LOUD*
"The air is a... magical compound. I am no scientist, but I know that sound is carried through some particles in the air that vibrate and carry the sound. It is simple to amplify such vibrations in my element."
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*IF THEY WIN*
Corentin will suddenly slump over, using the bow itself to keep himself upright as he groans in pain from all the hits he took. "A magnificent show, Kings of Kings... you have more than earned my Zeph Arcus for such a display of power." He will slither closer and place the bow in the hands of anyone whom accepts it.
"Now, if you will... excuse me..." He will slowly slither his way over to the tallest part of the grass, easily three feet high, and simply spreads his arms wide before flopping back into it. "Mm... the grass in this domain is as comfortable as any bed I've ever rested in..." It only takes a few moments before his eyes are closed and he simply falls asleep.
"Now, if you will... excuse me..." He will slowly slither his way over to the tallest part of the grass, easily three feet high, and simply spreads his arms wide before flopping back into it. "Mm... the grass in this demense is as comfortable as any bed I've ever rested in..." It only takes a few moments before his eyes are closed and he simply falls asleep.
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Upon returning to the BLUE domain, everything seems about the same as before. Same shops at the south, same boats docked on the east, same diver rentals on the west, and same fishermen on the north. But this time, when the people see you, they all one-at-a-time stop to look you over, recognizing you after maybe two seconds, and all start to smile. And it's more than a little concerning.
Upon returning to the BLUE demense, everything seems about the same as before. Same shops at the south, same boats docked on the east, same diver rentals on the west, and same fishermen on the north. But this time, when the people see you, they all one-at-a-time stop to look you over, recognizing you after maybe two seconds, and all start to smile. And it's more than a little concerning.
*IF ANYONE SAYS ANYTHING*
You hear someone in the background start saying "DOR RIN! DOR RIN!" And slowly more people join in on the chanting, only taking about a minute before the entire island is chanting his name. And in the distance, you see a very familiar tall figure approaching. Dorrin marches his way across the dock like a champion, harpoon carried across his shoulder in his left hand.
This time, his body is SIGNIFICANTLY better filled out, turning into the walking hulk of muscle you KNOW a shark to look like. And it's barely being contained under a double breasted deep blue suit, complimented with a red pocket square to match the red tie against his bright white dress shirt, and a matching fedora with a red hat band.
Everyone IMMEDIATELY makes way for him to approach your group, the chanting slowly dying down as he looks down over you all with a look of stoic judgment in his eyes. "I owe you all something, something I should've given you when you first came here... My name is Dorrin Dodici. And I welcome you to my domain, Kings of Kings." He extends his beefy right hand down, palm open and turned to the side. He has extended a gentlemanly handshake.
Everyone IMMEDIATELY makes way for him to approach your group, the chanting slowly dying down as he looks down over you all with a look of stoic judgment in his eyes. "I owe you all something, something I should've given you when you first came here... My name is Dorrin Dodici. And I welcome you to my demense, Kings of Kings." He extends his beefy right hand down, palm open and turned to the side. He has extended a gentlemanly handshake.
The second someone shakes his hand, everyone there starts cheering their hearts out. Dorrin will nod and offer to shake EACH of your hands one at a time, before taking his harpoon and slamming it butt first into the pier, the noise getting everyone's attention. "I assume you have come to challenge me for my Regalia, correct?"
*IF THEY CONFIRM*
"Then let today be the day that the Kings of Kings challenge Dorrin Dodici, and may the tides of victory be ever in your favor!" Everyone starts cheering again, but this time, he raises a hand to silence everyone.
"BUT FIRST! I still owe you a debt of gratitude for finding out my daughter is still alive. Before our fight, please join us in a meal of the finest seafood our Domain has to offer!"
"BUT FIRST! I still owe you a debt of gratitude for finding out my daughter is still alive. Before our fight, please join us in a meal of the finest seafood our demense has to offer!"
*IF THEY AGREE*
Everyone cheers louder than before, the entire south side of the Domain suddenly in a frenzy. In a matter of moments, a long table and several chairs have been produced, white tablecloth and everything, as well as plates and silverware, even glasses of wine are being poured for everyone.
Everyone cheers louder than before, the entire south side of the demense suddenly in a frenzy. In a matter of moments, a long table and several chairs have been produced, white tablecloth and everything, as well as plates and silverware, even glasses of wine are being poured for everyone.
You start to hear sizzling and smell the distinct scent of fish cooking, the entire east and west piers full of people grilling a different type of fish for anyone's selective appetite. From groupers to flounders, from tuna to trout, the entire wharf is engulfed in the biggest fish grill imaginable. And Dorrin is ordering one of everything.
You see Gallon suddenly waltz up with a violin in hand, starting to 9lay slow soft music in the fkrm of a half-italian half-sea shanty tune to accent the music, while someone else brings in a basket of bread for everyone.
After everyone has had their fill, Dorrin approaches your group, looking visually no different despite eating twice as much as your whole group combined. He grips spear with intent and slams the flat end on the ground, getting everyone's attention. "Our stomachs are full, our spirits are high! The time for upcoming battle is NIGH!"
After everyone has had their fill, Dorrin approaches your group, looking visually no different despite eating twice as much as your whole group combined. He slams the flat end on the ground, getting everyone's attention. "Our stomachs are full, our spirits are high! The time for upcoming battle is NIGH!"
Everyone backs away and cheers them on as the table and chairs are suddenly pulled away. The shops are slowly but surely all picked up and pulled back & to the sides several yards. There is now an appropriately sized fighting space, mostly on the solid ground and partly on the dock.
Dorrin removes his coat and tosses it to the audience, revealing his INCREDIBLY firm physique under his white shirt. He yanks his tie off and tosses it just as unceremonyously, followed by his hat and cufflinks. He takes his fighting position, spear gripped in both hands, and declares, "After you!"
Dorrin removes his coat and tosses it to the audience, revealing his INCREDIBLY firm physique under his white shirt. He yanks his tie off and tosses it just as unceremoniously, followed by his hat and cufflinks. He takes his fighting position, spear gripped in both hands, and declares, "After you!"
AFTER THE FIGHT
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THERE IS NO REASON TO RETURN TO THE PURPLE DOMAIN, SO INSTEAD THIS WILL BE WHEN THEY CHALLENGE AKARUI FOR THE PURPLE REGALIA
THERE IS NO REASON TO RETURN TO THE PURPLE demense, SO INSTEAD THIS WILL BE WHEN THEY CHALLENGE AKARUI FOR THE PURPLE REGALIA
Upon entering the office, Akarui will be furiously scribbling down some information on a series of papers, barely even looking in your direction. It takes a few moments, but he eventually stops, and you could almost swear you see steam rolling off the tip of his pen. He sighs and flops back in his chair a bit.
@ -475,13 +476,13 @@ He them shuts off the intercom, leaning forward on the desk. "So... you are afte
He will open his drawer, pulling out a metal cross in gold and purple, and place it on his desk. "Did I mention to you that I was a Regalia Hunter?"
"Decades ago when I first arrived, I tried my hand at playing by their rules, thought I would see about beating all the Domain Masters one by one with my team."
"Decades ago when I first arrived, I tried my hand at playing by their rules, thought I would see about beating all the demense Masters one by one with my team."
He will pick up the Regalia and hang it from his neck, the Regalia glowing softly and his eyes emanating a faint violet glow. "Sadly, Arledge was my first and ONLY victory."
"I found out how difficult these treasures were to earn. Arledge may be a pacifist by nature, but he's also a surprisingly adept endurance fighter. It took me AN HOUR to finally defeat him, and even then, only barely."
He walks over to your group, sitting on top of the desk to meet you more at eye level. "When he handed me the Regalia, he said he was happy he was the first I fought, because the rest will be far worse. And he was very much right. Every Domain I tried for after that one, I lost. These Domain Masters are MONSTERS."
He walks over to your group, sitting on top of the desk to meet you more at eye level. "When he handed me the Regalia, he said he was happy he was the first I fought, because the rest will be far worse. And he was very much right. Every demense I tried for after that one, I lost. These demense Masters are MONSTERS."
The look in his eye changes to ferocity. "But I also learned that someday, someone would want to take this from ME. And I have been training for that day, every day, to guarantee I can be JUST as monstrous as them, for the sake of something this important."
@ -554,7 +555,7 @@ Both of them burst out laughing as they walk off, leaving the audience to disper
Arledge will turn to your group. "Ya'll're welcome too, ya know. We got plenty ta spare."
*IF THEY ACCEPT*
Your group receives a literal police escort by all three Thunder Force commanders, all the way to the Violet Domain. You also get to see a rare treat, all three of them AND King Akarui talking and enjoying each other's company like old friends.
Your group receives a literal police escort by all three Thunder Force commanders, all the way to the Violet demense. You also get to see a rare treat, all three of them AND King Akarui talking and enjoying each other's company like old friends.
Inside, you see that Montana's little ranch near the gate entrance is filled with picnic tables, as well as a couple grills (one of which HE is operating), and your noses are IMMEDIATELY bombarded with the fresh scent of grilled meat and veggies.
@ -562,7 +563,7 @@ Harken only stays for a few minutes, but the rest of the morning/afternoon/eveni
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Upon returning to the PINK domain, you will see things have definitely changed. Where there was once a well crafted runway for the fashion show, there is now a professionally crafted boxing ring approximately 50 feet across, and several rows of chairs surrounding it on all sides. A large portion of those chairs are filled with people, all excitedly chattering about the upcoming fight.
Upon returning to the PINK demense, you will see things have definitely changed. Where there was once a well crafted runway for the fashion show, there is now a professionally crafted boxing ring approximately 50 feet across, and several rows of chairs surrounding it on all sides. A large portion of those chairs are filled with people, all excitedly chattering about the upcoming fight.
There are concession stands selling popcorn, drinks, hot dogs, burgers, and every kind of snack food you can imagine, all ran and sponsored by local Diadem restaurants. And the lines forming from them are surprisingly short, but you can immediately see why when the people only wait aboseca minute before their food is done.
@ -591,7 +592,7 @@ Caelum walks out onto the stage, microphone in hand and hoodie pulled back. "Ahe
He will then give a slightly corny introduction for anyone participating in this event, and let each one step up on the arena one behind the other.
Once everyone is introduced, he will guide them to a far corner to make room. "AND NOW FOR THE CHAMPION YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR! THE FASIONISTA QUEEN OF DIADEM, THE STELLAR MAGE AND MISTRESS OF THE SATELLITE DOMAIN, MADAM MIRANDA BAARAH!!!"
Once everyone is introduced, he will guide them to a far corner to make room. "AND NOW FOR THE CHAMPION YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR! THE FASIONISTA QUEEN OF DIADEM, THE STELLAR MAGE AND MISTRESS OF THE SATELLITE demense, MADAM MIRANDA BAARAH!!!"
From the distant corner of the room, aspotlight shines down and an explosion of bright pink smoke and confetti erupts. Once it slowly ebbs away, Miranda stands proudly in the very outfit she was building.
@ -631,19 +632,17 @@ She drops the mic on the stage and shakily walks away with Caelum's help, leavin
(ATHLETICS Roll) Right before you enter the gate, a snowball launches at you from within, slamming right into the lowest roller's face.
Upon returning to the WHITE domain, you see dozens of snowballs whizzing by in every direction imaginable, screaming ringing out from every corner, and children lying in the snow. You didn't just enter a snowball fight, you entered an active snow war zone.
Upon returning to the WHITE demense, you see dozens of snowballs whizzing by in every direction imaginable, screaming ringing out from every corner, and children lying in the snow. You didn't just enter a snowball fight, you entered an active snow war zone.
(NOTICE Roll)
- You can see the dozens of children flinging snowballs on the left
- You can see dozens of children AND a few adults flinging snowballs on the left
- You can't seem to make out whom is throwing them on the right, but you DO see a consistent flurry of them flying out from the trees.
- You notice a boy in a familiar Indigo hoodie leading the charge, directing the children to aim at the trees
- You notice a boy in an Indigo hoodie leading the charge, directing the children to aim at the trees
*IF THEY APPROACH OR CALL TO HIM*
Caelum will see you, then do a doubletake when he realizes who you are. He quickly trots off while the kids continue to aim for the trees and approaches your group.
Caelum will give a quick order, turn to you for a quick second, then do a doubletake. Not even a moment later, he is struck in the side of the head, knocking him off balance and causing him to flop face first into the snow.
"Well this is a surprise, didn't expect the Kings of Kings to join in on the--" He suddenly flops face first into the snow in front of you, a solid imprint of a snowball striking him on the back of his hooded head.
He will stand up for a moment, shouting OUT toward the battlefield, before turning back to your group. "C'mon, let's get you to the safe zone."
He will stand up after a moment, shouting OUT toward the battlefield, before turning back to your group. "Cone with me to the safe zone."
He guides your group to a nearby snow wall, partly dug into the ground like a baseball dugout, and lined with blankets. Hot chocolate is being made at a nearby pitfire for everyone to drink, and despite what looked like a kid friendly war zone, noone seems too hurt or upset at getting taken out.
@ -660,17 +659,17 @@ You suddenly see a familiar little lizard poke his head up from Ouja's tied back
Ouja smiles and nods, taking a sip from his cocoa. His ears perk a moment later. "Sounds like they're making their final push."
*IF THEY LOOK*
The battlefield looks surprisingly sparse compared to two minutes ago. There are only six children left, all looking around with snowballs in hand ready to go, all standing back to back in a circle. All of them are looking around for their target, giggling playfully like they have the greatest strategy of all time.
The battlefield looks surprisingly sparse compared to two minutes ago. There are only six children left, all looking around with snowballs in hand ready to go, standing back to back in a circle. All of them are looking around for their target, giggling playfully like they have the greatest strategy of all time.
(NOTICE ROLL) You spot something moving in the snow, a faint line of black moving around the base of a nearby tree. You also notice the branch, which is covered in snow, is slowly lowering itself to the ground, and you spot a familiar pair of beady little eyes.
(NOTICE ROLL) You spot something moving in the snow, around the base of a nearby tree. Oneonta the snow covered branches is slowly lowering itself to the ground, and handfuls of the snow is quickly disappearing.
Before the children can react, five snowballs fly through the air at perfect arcs and smash right into the top of their heads, each one flopping over in a giggle fit.
The last one, a finch boy, just looks around seeing he is the last one, before frantically throwing snowballs in random directions and making more as fast as he can.
The last one, a finch boy in a blue igloo coat, realizes he is the last one, before frantically throwing snowballs in random directions and making more as fast as he can.
At some point, he accidentally throws one so hard in the air that he stumbles and flops into the snow, that same snowball falling and smacking him in the back of the head.
The weight on the branch disappears as Whitaker steps out and kneels down in front of the last little boy, simply touching a snowball to his head.
Whitaker finally steps out and kneels down in front of the last little boy, simply touching a snowball to his head with a soft smile.
He is also wearing a much different outfit of a tight white vest with a ring of black around the midriff & a matching black choker, white jean shorts with a black belt, long white boots with fur between the ankle & knee, and white arm warmers. You also see what looks like some kind of backpack composed of snow white feathers.
@ -698,7 +697,7 @@ She will turn to your group, grinning a bit. "You know.. catching that little ni
She turns and launches an ice spike at a tree, causing him to fall out of it all over again into the soft snow. She looks back to your group and nudges toward him as she runs to get behind him.
*IF THEY FOLLOW ALONG*
She will walk up to Whitaker and pick him up from behind, setting him on his two feet. "Sweetie, I know you're scared, but this is part of your responsibility as the Domain Master. Now go and do your absolute best." She will look to your group and nod, kissing the top of his head and jumping far out of the way.
She will walk up to Whitaker and pick him up from behind, setting him on his two feet. "Sweetie, I know you're scared, but this is part of your responsibility as the demense Master. Now go and do your absolute best." She will look to your group and nod, kissing the top of his head and jumping far out of the way.
*IF CHALLENGE IS MADE*
Whitaker will frantically look around, realizing she is gone, gripping his weapon tightly. And he will sudddenly remember he HAS it, staring down at it. He will pull it out of its sheath slowly, looking at his own reflection for a second, deep in thought.
@ -745,7 +744,7 @@ He will nod happily and wave at your group with his free hand, both of them walk
THIS WILL BE SET UP BY APPOINTMENT
Upon returning to the SILVER domain, the air is thick with the scent of ozone and rich in the sound of thunder.
Upon returning to the SILVER demense, the air is thick with the scent of ozone and rich in the sound of thunder.
Moreover, you see dozens of Thunder Force agents standing around, dumbfoundedly staring up at the sky. As are several people on the steps to the courthouse. And pretty much every prisoner in the yard.
@ -771,7 +770,7 @@ You can easily guess the Thunder Force uniform was based on THIS look.
Everyone turns to stare at him in stunned silence, before all the Thunder Force agents salute him at the same time. He dismisses all of them with a wave, then approaches your group, his tail discharging small amounts of electricity.
"Kings of Kings, let it be known that I do not normally engage in combat myself. It would not do for Judge Fulmo Uncial, the face of the law, to run around fighting criminals himself. But I know full well my duties as a Domain Master include accepting challenges from Regalia Hunters."
"Kings of Kings, let it be known that I do not normally engage in combat myself. It would not do for Judge Fulmo Uncial, the face of the law, to run around fighting criminals himself. But I know full well my duties as a demense Master include accepting challenges from Regalia Hunters."
The inmates suddenly start hooting and hollering at your group AND Fulmo, all making comments about which one would be the biggest loser.
@ -812,7 +811,7 @@ He will slowly turn and limp his way to the Thunder Force agents before tripping
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Upon returning to the GRAY domain, it appears relatively the same. Graves as far as the eye can see, everything beyond in a graying mist, one solid brick path leading ahead.
Upon returning to the GRAY demense, it appears relatively the same. Graves as far as the eye can see, everything beyond in a graying mist, one solid brick path leading ahead.
But you can't help but feel like something is a different, and you can't quite put your finger on it.
@ -842,14 +841,14 @@ When he sees your group coming, the boy (Caelum) looks a little flustered, clear
(PLAYER WITH GIFT) You didn't spot her behind the boy at first, but you notice the red robin woman (Rowena) from the funeral you attended, in a similar garb as the boy (Caelum). She looks tired, and her feathers look more gray than you remember, but she seems very happy.
*IF GIFTED PLAYER MENTIONS ROWENA*
Thanatos will turn to you all. "Now dhad is quide dhe coincidence, we were jusd discussing a song dhad Rowena is a fan of, a haunding melody of a wayward soul redurning home. Quide abbrobriade for my domain, wouldn'd you agree?"
Thanatos will turn to you all. "Now dhad is quide dhe coincidence, we were jusd discussing a song dhad Rowena is a fan of, a haunding melody of a wayward soul redurning home. Quide abbrobriade for my demense, wouldn'd you agree?"
He will turn back to the risers and sigh softly. "Abologies my brecious choir, bud I believe dhad is all dhe dime we have. I have a new abboindmend do addend do."
(Caelum) The boy will nod quietly and start quickly scampering for the door, and you notice a sad look in his eye.
*IF THEY ASK*
Thanatos will step down next, standing before your group. "Caelum is a unique child, blessed much like us Domain Masders do never exberience death. Bud in his eyes, he sees id as a curse. He yearns do know and undersdand how id feels do age, grow, and exberience dhe end of life."
Thanatos will step down next, standing before your group. "Caelum is a unique child, blessed much like us demense Masders do never exberience death. Bud in his eyes, he sees id as a curse. He yearns do know and undersdand how id feels do age, grow, and exberience dhe end of life."
(PLAYER WITH GIFT) Out of the corner of your eye, you see Rowena quietly shuffle her way out behind your group, CLEARLY trying her hardest to not make a sound, and stands beside Caelum in the doorway, looking outside with him.
@ -900,7 +899,7 @@ You see the pews around you begin to rumble a bit, suddenly launching into the a
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Upon returning to the BLACK domain, there has been a significant change. The trees have regained their color and foliage since the last time you were here. You can now see it in its full splendor as a lush green nighttime forest, sounds and all. And, the trees & ground are literally crawling with animals and insects once more.
Upon returning to the BLACK demense, there has been a significant change. The trees have regained their color and foliage since the last time you were here. You can now see it in its full splendor as a lush green nighttime forest, sounds and all. And, the trees & ground are literally crawling with animals and insects once more.
However, you ALSO see a FAR more clear cut path through this dense forest, where it appears several dozen trees have been cut down and removed, in the exact same direction of where your encounter with Cassius occurred.
@ -924,7 +923,7 @@ The door slowly closes behind you all, and you can no longer see it in the pitch
After a few moments, you see a small flickering light in the distance, the tiniest of flames, and it is approaching slowly.
It is revealed to be a candle on a handheld candle stand, being held by Striker. And he is dressed VERY much differently than normal, wearing a brown sleeping robe with a matching nightcap. You can also smell the strong aroma of coffee coming from a cup you just noticed was in his other hand.
It is revealed to be a candle on a handheld candle stand, being held by Striker. And he is dressed VERY much differently than normal, wearing a blue and white vertical striped night shirt with a matching nightcap. You can also smell the strong aroma of coffee coming from a cup you just noticed was in his other hand.
He rubs his eyes and mumbles a bit. "Oh, if it isn't the Kings of Kings, gracing my Master's brand new home in the dead of night, completely uninvited and unannounced... you missed the housewarming party~"
@ -1030,7 +1029,7 @@ This time, you actually see the inside of a relatively normal log cabin. All the
"I thought for sure Master Cassius wouldn't let you walk out of here alive, or at least would throw you to his guard dog~"
*WHAT WAS THAT*
Striker will awkwardly turn so he is hanging from the web, slurring his words a little. "Mm.. when you went in, you were confronted by the dark manifestations of your own deepest darkest nightmares, were you not?"
Striker will awkwardly turn so he is hanging from the web, slurring his words a little. "Mm.. when you went in, you were confronted by the evil manifestations of your own deepest darkest nightmares, were you not?"
*IF YES*
"That is exactly what it was. A manifestation of a nightmare, tamed and turned into a guard dog~"
@ -1038,82 +1037,88 @@ Striker will awkwardly turn so he is hanging from the web, slurring his words a
*CASSIUS' NIGHTMARE*
Striker suddenly bursts out into laughter, rolling around in his web for a moment before it breaks and he flops into the couch with a heavy THUD. "OEUF... that's one way to sober up..."
He sits upright and looks up to your group, stretching his arms out. "Master Cassius has no nightmares to speak of. He is incapable of experiencing fear. Or sadness, or joy, or... anything at all. His body, mind, and soul are as barren and empty as the dark magic he commands."
He sits upright and looks up to your group, sighing softly. "Master Cassius has no nightmares to speak of. He is incapable of experiencing fear. Or sadness, or joy, or... anything at all. His body, mind, and soul are as barren and empty as the dark magic he commands."
*WHOS NIGHTMARE*
"Is it not so obvious?"
*STRIKER'S NIGHTMARE*
"I am the closest thing Master Cassius has to a friend. He would throw me to the wolves if he so felt compelled, and I would allow him to. He would feel nothing from it either. As such, I feel it is my responsibility as a piece of him to... experience such things for him. And he made use of my nightmares as a result."
"I am the closest thing Master Cassius has to a friend. As such, I feel it is my responsibility as a piece of him to... experience such things for him. And he made use of my nightmares as a result."
*THAT IS HORRIBLE*
"You wouldn't understand. I am not a being like him or you, I am a magical construct given consciousness that has outlived his purpose. I am simply enjoying every moment of my life while I have it. And I choose to spend it here, so I may bring him... whatever desire his empty existence needs."
"You wouldn't understand. I am not a being like him or you, I am a magical construct given consciousness that has outlived his purpose. I am simply enjoying every moment of my life while I have it. And I choose to spend it here, so I may bring him... whatever his empty existence desires."
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Upon returning to the BROWN domain, everything appears the same at first glance. Same valley, same trees, same lake, same gym.
Upon returning to the BROWN demense, everything appears the same at first glance. Same valley, same trees, same lake, same gym & store combo. But, you see a large gathering of people in the middle of the valley, chattering with each other.
*IF THEY ASK*
He will explain everyone is behind the gym, working up a sweat in the ore mine at the base of the mountain behind the building. He also mentions if they plan to pitch in, he has a deal on helmet, pickaxe, and shredding backpack rentals of 5z each, two of them for 8z, or one of all three for 10z.
*AT THE MINE*
The mine is surprisingly well framed and built out, the entrance supported and built outward using steel framework, instead of the traditional wood. And this time, the cave you are entering appears decently lit with torches sporadically placed deeper inside. There is also steel railroad tracks leading straight into it, also framed by steel instead of wood, leading right up to the backside of the gym-store building.
*IN THE MINE*
The caves, while roughly dug out, appear solid and are being reinforced by identical steel framing as outside, aside from the bars being a bit wider. It takes about 10 minutes of walking in weirdly curvy directions, and alot of it slowly going downhill as it does, but you come to a junction of three different pathways, all next to each other. The leftmost one heads up, the middle one heads straight, and the rightmost one heads down.
(INVESTIGATE ROLL) There are no obvious signs or indicators of what goes where, but the left path looks better lit, the middle path has the set of railroad tracks leading into it, and the right path looks very fresh.
*IF UP*
As you walk along the somewhat winding uphill path, the lights start to become more sparse, and the whole tunnel starts appearing to light up brighter all on its own. After a few more twists and turns, you spot an upward sloped opening leading to the outside. Stepping out into it, you find yourself about halfway up the mountain you started from.
(NOTICE ROLL) You spot a path ground into the dirt down the mountain, heading straight downward along the mountainside with a few random twists and turns, but all of them definitely in the same direction.
(INVESTIGATE ROLL) You realize the groove in the ground is about as wide as the backpack you're carrying, and the back of your backpack had a couple spare strapdown loops wide enough to hold most pairs of shoes.
*IF MIDDLE*
After about five minutes of walking,
(NOTICE ROLL) You hear metallic scraping and see the tracks themselves rumble, as well as a light coming slowly toward you up ahead. You also hear what sounds like a small train horn. The light on the front is too bright to make out what it is, but it is approaching!
*IF THEY RUN*
You can outrun... whatever this is, and make it back out to the tunnel junction just as it exits. The light is coming from the front panel of a handcar, currently being pumped by Jekhyra, followed by a few mine cars full of freshly dug ore deposits. She brings the "train" to a stop, hops off, and checks to make sure you are all okay.
*ASKS ABOUT TLALOC*
She will point out that if he hasn't left, he would be in the right tunnel he and the gym bros just made today. Tlaloc wanted to try and get some exercise in after that whole "golden weapon" incident from the other day. She winces a bit at the thought, but clears her throat and stays calm as she hops back on the handcar and drives off & out the door.
*IF DOWN*
As you head down, you start to turn & slooowly spiral down into the ground, and you eventually hear metal against metal and metal against rock, no real rhythm for either. After a few minutes, you come to the bottom of the path that opens up into a HUGE dugout cave room, with about ten of the gym bros all hanging around watching while Tlaloc just punches and claws a chunk of solid stone to pieces in front of them.
Once Tlaloc is done, he starts cheering and yelling toward the bros "ROCK! NO! MORE!" And all of them start to cheer like their favorite team just won a world championship. Which is when they finally notice your group. One of the bros, a muscular Dalmatian with a brown nametag reading BRADY, calls over to Tlaloc to let him know those guys are here to fight him.
This time, Tlaloc is sporting a light brown toga style garment, modified to fit around his unusual stature by being mostly open on the back, with a deep brown sash accompanied by a gold circle plate on the side, likely holding the whole thing together. It also goes up and around his left shoulder, and the fabric conveniently covers his giant cut.
When he sees all of you, he immediately throws his arms out to the sides and grabs all of you in the biggest hug he can muster. "FRIENDS!" He laughs like a giddy kid at Christmas time, and you could almost swear you see a smile on his awkward face.
*IF THEY APPROACH*
You see all the people from the gym laughing and enjoying each other's company. You also see Tlaloc in the Lindley of them all, laughing like a kid at Christmas as he gives a child in an indigo hoodie a VERY enthusiastic piggyback ride, imitating a bucking bronco.
This time, Tlaloc is wearing a light brown toga, modified to fit around his unusual stature by being mostly open on the back, with a deep brown sash accompanied by a gold circle plate on the side.
*IF THEY APPROACH*
When he sees all of you, he immediately turns to your group and waves both arms while laughing even louder, shouting FRIENDS!!!
Caelum will jump off his back when he runs over to your group through the ring of people and scoops all of you up into one colossal bear hug. And he is... VERY enthusiastic with it.
"Well look who it is, the guests of honor." Jekhyra stands before you all, arms crossed. "We were wondering when you'd come back. Tlaloc's been excited to see you all again."
*IF THEY ASK WHY*
Tlaloc will immediately shout "MADE! FRIENDS! GIFT!" And he will giggle in a deep voice like an excited oversized child.
*IF THEY ASK WHERE*
He will point toward the mountain the gate itself is mounted to, and over top of it, someone has perfectly sculpted into it a complex message in the most elegantly flowing script you have ever seen carved into a mountain.
I,
TLALOC
DJETERA
THANK YOU FOR
BEING MY FRIENDS
WILL YOU CHALLENGE
ME FOR MY REGALIA TODAY?
*WHO WROTE THIS*
Everyone will point to Tlaloc, who resumes giggling like an idiot, his excessively long tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth.
Jekhyra steps up. "We've been watching him carve that for days. He started working on it after he got attacked by that one Marauder with the gold sword."
*IF CHALLENGE*
Tlaloc's eyes will widen with excitement, and he will throw his clawed arms up in the air, yelling CHALLENGE at the top of his lungs, catching the attention of every gym bro in the cave. Everyone in the cave will suddenly stop digging, gather around your group, and start chanting CHAL LENGE like a bunch of frat boys, before ceremoniously picking each of your group and carrying you out of the cave like a moving mosh pit, straight up and out the main entrance.
They carry your entire group all the way to the main part of the valley near the lake, set you all down, and back away, forming an audience circle with plenty of room all around. Tlaloc is only a few steps behind, and Jekhyra is just behind him, wondering what all the fuss is about.
Tlaloc will step into the circle, and begin doing actual warmup stretches in front of you, which is when Jekhyra realizes what is about to go down and confronts your group. "Are you insane?! You want to fight against THAT???" At that exact moment, Tlaloc chooses to flex his arms over his head, the muscles bulging under the stony scales that cover his body.
Tlaloc's eyes will widen with excitement, and he will throw his clawed arms up in the air, yelling CHALLENGE at the top of his lungs, catching the attention of everyone around you.
Everyone starts cheering, except for Jekhyra, who approaches your group. "Are you insane?! You want to fight against THAT???" She points at Tlaloc, who is doing warmup stretches, flexing his arms over his head, the muscles bulging under the stony scales that cover his body.
*IF YES*
Jekhyra will sigh dramatically and cross her arms, shaking her head. "Well then, for your sake, I sure hope you brought your best. Tlaloc isn't your normal fighter. He fights with his head. In every sense of the word." She steps away and joins the audience, staring your group down, arms never uncrossing.
Tlaloc will finish stretching, before reaching behind himself and pulling out a massive long and narrow rock, slamming it into the ground long ways and revealing it to be attached to what looks like a straight tree limb. He picks it up with one hand, revealing the rock on the end has runes carved into its side, and while you can't make out the words, you inherently realize this is actually a VERY rudimentary Warhammer he is carrying. And he is hefting this thing with one hand onto his shoulder. "READY! FIGHT!"
Tlaloc will finish stretching, before reaching behind himself and pulling out a massive long and narrow rock, slamming it into the ground long ways and revealing it to be attached to what looks like a tree limb.
He picks it up with one hand, revealing the rock on the end has runes carved into its side, and while you can't make out the words, you inherently realize this is actually a VERY rudimentary Warhammer he is carrying. And he is hefting this thing with one hand onto his shoulder. "READY! FIGHT!"
AFTER THE FIGHT
*IF TLALOC WINS*
Tlaloc will raise his arms in triumph over his head, bellowing out in joy as the audience around you all does much the same. Once the circle dissipates, they all rush in and cheer with Tlaloc, but he suddenly steps forward and kneels down with his stubby legs, poking each of your group to see if you are all okay. "FRIENDS? OKAY?"
*IF THEY LOSE*
Tlaloc will raise his arms in triumph over his head, bellowing out in joy as the audience around you all does much the same. Once the circle dissipates, they all rush in and cheer with Tlaloc, but he suddenly steps forward and kneels down with his stubby legs, poking each of you. "FRIENDS? OKAY?"
After he sees you are all alive, he puts on the best dopey smile he can and pats each of you on the back with a dull thud of those heavy arms, them playfully comments "TRY. AGAIN. ANOTHER. DAY." He will then stand back up, and THEN rejoin his group of gym bros, who all chant their way back to the building, letting the doors shit behind themselves.
After he sees you are all alive, he puts on the best dopey smile he can and pats each of you on the back with a dull thud of those heavy arms.
"TRY. AGAIN." He will then stand and rejoin the others, who all chant their way back to the building, letting the doors shut behind them.
*IF ANYLNE ELSE WINS*
Tlaloc will stand before your group, clearly beaten to a pulp under all that armor, panting heavily. But he doesn't seem upset at all, in fact he seems kinda excited. The same could NOT be said of your audience, whom are staring in horror at their friend in such bad shape. Once the gold circle dissipates, they all charge in toward your group. It is only by a slam of the hammer into the ground that they stop.
*IF THEY WIN*
Tlaloc will stand before your group, clearly beaten to a pulp under all that armor, panting heavily. But he doesn't seem upset at all, in fact he seems kinda excited.
The same could NOT be said of your audience, whom are staring in horror at Tlaloc in such bad shape. Once the gold circle dissipates, Tlaloc raises his head slowly and bellows out "ME. LOST."
"ME. LOST." He acknowledges the results of the fight, and despite still standing, he knows he can't continue. He lets go of the hammer, flipping it up and over so the handle aims toward your group. "TAKE. CLIFF. BREAKER." He gives a dopey smile, much to the complaint of the gym bros, but he turns to them and shouts as loud as he can, "LOSING! OKAY! THEY! STRONGER!" This makes ALL the gym bros stop, and stare at your group in confusion. You could almost swear their pride was hurt hearing that admission.
He turns his hanner around, places the head on the ground, and lets the handle fall toward your group. "TAKE. CLIFF. BREAKER."
He gives a dopey smile, much to the complaint of the audience, but he turns to them and shouts as loud as he can, "LOSING! OKAY! THEY! STRONGER!"
This makes ALL of them stop, and stare at your group in confusion. You could almost swear their pride was hurt hearing that admission.
Tlaloc turns away, takes a few steps in a seemingly random direction, and suddenly flops flat on his face with a heavy thud. Before anyone can say or do anything, you hear the most ungodly snoring noise coming from his direction, which immediately causes every gym bro to burst out laughing. They all them proceed to walk over to your group and offer you all shoulders to lean on, and even apologize for how they acted.
Jekhyra, however, has taken the chance to sit beside Tlaloc and lean against his side, choosing to keep an eye on him instead of joining in on the fun.
Tlaloc turns away, takes a few steps in a seemingly random direction, and suddenly flops flat on his face with a heavy thud. Before anyone can say or do anything, you hear the most ungodly snoring noise coming from his direction.
The audience suddenly bursts into laughter, the mood lightening almost immediately around you. Everyone walks over to your group and starts talking you up. They want your names, they wanna shake your hands, they wanna work out with you sometime at the gym, they all seem like genuinely decent people when they aren't pissed you beat their friend up.
Jekhyra is the only one that hasn't joined them, instead choosing to sit down next to the sleeping Tlaloc, leaning against his massive body.