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The DOMAIN MASTERS are the guardians of the twelve REGALIA, and also the masters of each individual DOMAIN.
They are each distinct in personality, fighting style, and... well, they're all excessively distinct people for a myriad of reasons.
The DEMENSE MASTERS are the guardians of the twelve REGALIA. Despite the shared title, they are all different in personality, fighting style, and... well, they're all excessively distinct people for a myriad of reasons.
One thing they all share is they specialize and are essentially embodied by one element of magic
- They are exceedingly dangerous to be around for that reason alone, and unless you REALLY want those Regalia, should be avoided at all costs
@ -10,9 +8,9 @@ One thing they all share is they specialize and are essentially embodied by one
Aodaghan Panthrandu
Species: Avian / Phoenix
The personification of "pissed off", this six foot two bird man has a jet black beak on his face that matches his waist-length tied-back black hair, piercing crimson eyes, and a dark red feathered physique that is well kept but still lithe to allow his gorgeous red, orange, and yellow wings carry him through the air. His arms are separated, and at the end of his legs below his forward bending knees is a pair of deep yellow avian feet.
The personification of "pissed off", this six foot two bird man has a jet black beak that matches his waist-length tied-back black hair, piercing crimson eyes, and a dark red feathered physique that is well kept but still lithe to allow his gorgeous red, orange, and yellow wings to carry him through the air. His arms are separated from his wings, and at the end of his legs below his forward bending knees is a pair of deep yellow avian feet.
He normally either wears a fireproof smithing apron & black slacks, or in a combat outfit of a knee-length red longcoat bound by small chains across the chest paired with heavy black combat boots. His weapon of choice is a six foot long two-handed black blade sword, adorned with a phoenix on the hilt, and he has a "habit" of striking with the flat side more often than the blade. "Oops."
He normally either wears a fireproof smithing apron & black slacks, or a combat outfit of a knee-length red longcoat bound by small chains across the chest paired with heavy black combat boots. His weapon of choice is a six foot long two foot wide two-handed wavy sword, adorned with a phoenix on the hilt. While he is very much a fan of cutting his enemies down, he has a "habit" of striking with the flat side more often than the blade. "Oops."
He has a quick temper and is not afraid to fight anything or anyone that steps out of line. The only thing that quells that heated temperament seems to be trips to the hot springs, the local forge, or any environment with a heat stronger than his own.
@ -20,6 +18,7 @@ LIKES: Physical training, Hot summer days, Working the forge
DISLIKES: Cold weather, YOU.
HP 35 | MP 40 | MVMT 2
+5 ACADEMICS FIGHT PHYSIQUE
+4 MANA ATHLETICS
+3 CRAFT WILL
@ -27,39 +26,40 @@ HP 35 | MP 40 | MVMT 2
+1 RESOURCES
SPELLS
LV0 PYRO
LV1 TORCH
LV2 FLAMETHROWER
LV3 FIREBALL
LV4 TAVROS
LV5 PHOENIX
- LV0 PYRO
- LV1 TORCH
- LV2 FLAMETHROWER
- LV3 FIREBALL
- LV4 TAVROS
- LV5 PHOENIX
IMMUNE : FIRE
RESIST : LIGHTNING WIND
WEAK : WATER
FLIGHT (Phoenix Wings)
You are hovering over one "ZONE" over the BATTLEZONE
- Can be activated by paying 1 MVMT during your turn
- Pay 1 MVMT : You are hovering over one "ZONE" over the BATTLEZONE
- You move 1 ZONE per MVMT over the other characters, same as normal MVMT
- Cannot ATTACK with, or be ATTACKED by, FIGHT weapons that are not FLEXIBLE, REACH, or THROWING
- Cannot ATTACK with, or be ATTACKED by, FIGHT weapons that are not REACH or THROWING
- Any HIT will knock you to the ground until you reactivate FLIGHT
NATURAL WEAPONS (Clawed feet) x2
You can make a 2DMG melee ATTACK while EMPTY HANDED
NATURAL WEAPONS (Clawed feet)
- You can make a 2DMG melee ATTACK while EMPTY HANDED
SECOND SWING
Once/Turn : You can attack TWICE per turn with any one 4/5DMG FIGHT weapon, but the second ATTACK is made at DISADV
- Once/Turn : You can attack TWICE per turn with any one 4/5DMG FIGHT weapon, but the second ATTACK is made at DISADV
SKY FIRE
While in FLIGHT, any opponents under your ZONE gain AFTERBURN
NICE TRY
- ONCE/FIGHT, On an opponent's THROWN attack/item roll VS you and/or a ZONE you are in (except POTIONS):
- REACTION : CRAFTS roll vs THROWN weapon/item roll; on HIT, cancel action & add it to INVENTORY
- If GRENADE, item is DISARMED & can be used again
OVERHEATED ASSAULT
FIGHT ATTACKS with a two-handed weapon hit all TARGETS in ZONE
- If in FLIGHT, you GROUND yourself as part of the ATTACK, and will gain +1DMG on HIT/MATCH
- FIGHT ATTACKS with a two-handed weapon hit all TARGETS in ZONE
- If in FLIGHT, you must GROUND yourself as part of the ATTACK, and will gain +1DMG on HIT/MATCH
PHOENIX FLARE
Once/Fight, at 0HP;
PHOENIX FLARE (once/fight)
At 0HP;
- Recover ALL HP
- All FIRE spells gain 1DMG
- All AFTERBURN dealt is doubled
@ -68,7 +68,6 @@ Once/Fight, at 0HP;
Conroy Kaksteist
Species : Feline / Sabertooth Tiger
A curious lover of all things knowledge, his wide merrigold tiger eyes are barely obscured by a pair of black rimmed glasses. His messy black hair is tied back in a loose ponytail, making are to avoid his small round cat ears atop his head.
He is usually seen wearing a long white coat, reminiscent of a doctor or lab worker, trimmed in some black knotworking all the way down the front, barely obscuring his black knitted shirt and deep red pants underneath. He also rarely wears shoes, preferring the cool floor under his feet. He has no weapon of choice, but when combat is required, he will often don a strange orange stone buckler shield he pulls from his lab.
@ -79,6 +78,7 @@ LIKES: Reading, organizing, teaching
DISLIKES: Outdoor weather, too much chaos
HP 35 | MP 40 | MVMT 3
+5 ACADEMICS ATHLETICS PHYSIQUE
+4 DRIVE MANA
+3 INVESTIGATE WILL
@ -86,54 +86,55 @@ HP 35 | MP 40 | MVMT 3
+1 FIGHT
SPELLS
LV0 CHRONO
LV1 TIME OUT
LV2 TIME STREAM
LV3 TIMEZONE
LV4 YO'LBARS
LV5 SMILODON
- LV0 CHRONO
- LV1 TIME OUT
- LV2 TIME STREAM
- LV3 TIMEZONE
- LV4 YO'LBARS
- LV5 SMILODON
IMMUNE: TIME
RESIST: DEATH WIND
WEAK: SPACE
ADVANCED AWARENESS
During INITIATIVE rolls, you can turn one MINUS to a PLUS
- During INITIATIVE rolls, you can turn one MINUS to a PLUS
INVENTORY INSIGHT
Start Of Fight: INVESTIGATE roll to see what unique items/weapons your enemies are carrying
- Start Of Fight: INVESTIGATE roll to see what unique items/weapons your enemies are carrying
NATURAL WEAPON (Tiger Claws) x2
You can make a 2DMG melee ATTACK while EMPTY HANDED
NATURAL WEAPON (Tiger Claws)
- You can make a 2DMG melee ATTACK while EMPTY HANDED
SANDS OF TIME
ITEM ACTION: Summons a sand clone of a character from the party at a prior LV
- ITEM: Summons a sand clone of a character from the party at a prior LV
REWIND
REACTION: move to any ZONE touched on the prior turn
- REACTION: move to any ZONE touched on the prior turn
- Auto cancels incoming ATTACK action if it TARGETs or moves out of range
HISTORY LESSON
Once/Fight, at 10HP or less:
HISTORY LESSON (once/fight)
- At 10HP or less:
- Replace self with LV5 TIME IDOL SUMMON until it hits 0HP
- *Summon has DOUBLE HP*
- *Summon has UNLIMITED spell use*
- Summon has DOUBLE HP
- Summon has UNLIMITED spell use
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Zahir Onlarla
Species: Insect / Honeybee
A sunspot of smiles and celebration, this active little guy strives to be helpful and spread joy in any way he can. His almond colored eyes draw attention to his messy golden blonde hair, billowing around his somewhat insectoid face and making his two small antennae atop his head even more obvious.
A sunspot of smiles and celebration, this active little guy strives to spread joy in any way he can. His almond colored eyes draw attention to his messy golden blonde hair, billowing around his somewhat insectoid face and making his two small antennae atop his head even more obvious.
He is usually seen wearing some form of black and yellow clothing, either a casual kilt-like ensemble looking like it was made of a giant flower or a more formal soldier-style for serious occasions. Either way, his weapon of choice is his black and yellow gauntlets that flow right into the whole outfit, and almost obscure his second set of arms.
You rarely see jim without a smile, as he believes joy to be its own religion that should be shared and spread openly to anyone who needs or wants it. If he is ever NOT smiling, people know the situation is serious, but it doesn't take much to being that smiling personality back.
You rarely see him without a smile, as he believes joy to be its own religion that should be shared and spread openly to anyone who needs or wants it. If he is ever NOT smiling, people know the situation is serious, but it doesn't take much to being that smiling personality back.
LIKES: Dancing, Flying, Sunny days
LIKES: Dancing, Music, Sunny days
DISLIKES: Quiet rooms, dark places
HP 35 | MP 40 | MVMT 2
+5 ACADEMICS ATHLETICS PHYSIQUE
+4 FIGHT MANA
+3 DRIVE WILL
@ -141,39 +142,40 @@ HP 35 | MP 40 | MVMT 2
+1 CONTACTS
SPELLS
LV0 HOLY
LV1 SHINING RAY
LV2 LASERBEAM
LV3 SOLAR FLARE
LV4 AILBHEAN
LV5 MELISSAE
- LV0 HOLY
- LV1 SHINING RAY
- LV2 SOLARBEAM
- LV3 SHIMMERING BURST
- LV4 AILBHEAN
- LV5 AH-MUZEN-CAB
IMMUNE : LIGHT
RESIST : LIGHTNING LIFE
WEAK : DARKNESS
HELPING HAND
Once/Round : REACTION : You can turn one MINUS on an ALLY's roll in the same ZONE to a BLANK
- REACTION : You can turn one MINUS on an ALLY's roll in the same ZONE to a BLANK
NATURAL WEAPON (Bee Stinger)
You can make a 2DMG Melee ATTACK while EMPTY HANDED
- You can make a 2DMG Melee ATTACK while EMPTY HANDED
AWKWARD AERODYNAMICS
You hover over the ground rather than truly fly, but otherwise do not gain the normal benefits of flight
- All HITS received from spells and potions do 1 less DMG
- You hover over the ground rather than truly fly, but otherwise do not gain the normal benefits of flight
- All HITS received from spells and THROWN potions do 1 less DMG
OVERENTHUSIASM
Every PLUS on your FIGHT ROLL with EMPTY HANDED or NATURAL WEAPON strikes deals 1 extra DMG
- Every PLUS on your FIGHT ROLL with EMPTY HANDED or NATURAL WEAPON strikes deals 1 extra DMG
FLURRY OF STINGS (once per turn)
Can FIGHT ATTACK a number of times equal to FIGHT score per ATTACK ACTION, but can only use NATURAL WEAPON
- Can FIGHT ATTACK a number of times equal to FIGHT score per ATTACK ACTION
- Can only use NATURAL WEAPON or INFUSED FISTS as weapons
SHINING SWARM
Once/Fight, at 10HP or less:
- Create duplicates equal to the number of ENEMY party members -1
- *Each clone is placed in the same zone as a player*
- *Same current HP, MP, and abilities each*
- *There is no 'real one,' last one standing is the 'real one'*
SHINING SWARM (once/fight)
- At 10HP or less:
- Create duplicates equal to the number of party members
- Each clone is placed in the same zone as a player
- Same current HP, MP, and abilities each
- There is no 'real one,' last one standing is the 'real one'
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@ -191,42 +193,44 @@ DISLIKES: Smoking, White noise
HP 35 | MP 40 | MVMT 2
+5 ACADEMICS PHYSIQUE SHOOT
+4 ATHLETICS NOTICE
+3 MANA WILL
+4 ATHLETICS MANA
+3 CRAFT WILL
+2 DRIVE
+1 CRAFT
+1 NOTICE
SPELLS
LV0 AERO
LV1 AIRBLAST
LV2 TORNADO
LV3 SONIC BOOM
LV4 BAO DOM
LV5 QUETZALCOATL
- LV0 AERO
- LV1 AIRBLAST
- LV2 DOWNBURST
- LV3 TORNADO
- LV4 MALFINI
- LV5 QUETZALCOATL
IMMUNE : WIND
RESIST : TIME FIRE
WEAK : EARTH
ADVANCED AWARENESS x2
During INITIATIVE rolls, you can turn up to 2 MINUS to PLUS
- During INITIATIVE rolls, you can turn up to 2 MINUS to PLUS
GLIDE (Reptilian wings)
You can move 2 spaces per point of MVMT each turn
- You can move 2 spaces per point of MVMT each turn
NATURAL WEAPON (Snake Bite)
You can make a 2DMG Melee ATTACK while EMPTY HANDED
NICE TRY
- ONCE/FIGHT, On an opponent's THROWN attack/item roll VS you and/or a ZONE you are in (except POTIONS):
- REACTION : CRAFTS roll vs THROWN weapon/item roll; on HIT, cancel action & add it to INVENTORY
- If GRENADE, item is DISARMED & can be used again
SUPERCELL SHOT
All SHOOT ATTACKS with a bow can hit two targets, so long as both are 2+ ZONES away
- All SHOOT ATTACKS with a bow can hit two targets, so long as both are 2+ ZONES away
TLACOCHTLI BARRAGE (1MP)
Make one SHOOT attack roll vs ALL TARGETS on the BATTLEZONE using self-generated magical air darts, each dealing 1DMG + LIFTOFF on a HIT
- Make one SHOOT attack roll vs ALL TARGETS on the BATTLEZONE using self-generated magical air darts, each dealing 1DMG + LIFTOFF on a HIT
MASK OF MIXCOATL
Once/Fight, at 10HP or less:
MASK OF MIXCOATL (once/fight)
- At 10HP or less:
- Recover all HP
- For the rest of the fight, every player will be affected by LIFTOFF at their respective EOT
- For the rest of the fight, all SHOOT & THROWING attempts at you are made at DISADV
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@ -243,6 +247,7 @@ LIKES: Big Game Fishing, Swimming, His Daughter
DISLIKES: Extreme Hot & Cold weather
HP 35 | MP 40 | MVMT 1
+5 ACADEMICS FIGHT PHYSIQUE
+4 ATHLETICS MANA
+3 INVESTIGATE WILL
@ -250,34 +255,34 @@ HP 35 | MP 40 | MVMT 1
+1 CONTACTS
SPELLS
LV0 HYDRO
LV1 AQUA JET
LV2 WAVE CRASH
LV3 TIDAL WAVE
LV4 IHLENGESI
LV5 DAKUWANGA
- LV0 HYDRO
- LV1 AQUA JET
- LV2 TIDAL WAVE
- LV3 GEYSER
- LV4 IHLENGESI
- LV5 UKUPANIPO
IMMUNE : WATER
RESIST : ICE EARTH
WEAK : FIRE
INVENTORY INSIGHT
Start Of Fight: INVESTIGATE roll to see what unique items/weapons your enemies are carrying
- Start Of Fight: INVESTIGATE roll to see what unique items/weapons your enemies are carrying
NATURAL WEAPON (Shark Bite)
You can make a 2DMG Melee ATTACK without a weapon
- You can make a 2DMG Melee ATTACK without a weapon
SWIM SPEED
You can move 2 spaces per MVMT while in water
- You can move 2 spaces per MVMT while in water
MINCOPIE MAGIC
All WATER spells are treated as THROWN WEAPONS, shaped as water harpoons, and will all do 2DMG per HIT, regardless of SPELL LV
- All WATER spells are treated as THROWN WEAPONS, shaped as water harpoons, and will all do 2DMG per HIT, regardless of SPELL LV
CRASHING WAVE
One FIGHT roll with a THROWN WEAPON hits all ZONES in a row, even diagonal
- One FIGHT roll with a THROWN WEAPON hits all ZONES in a row, even diagonal
HURLY BURLY OCEAN
Once/Fight, at 0HP:
HURLY BURLY OCEAN (once/fight)
At 0HP:
- Recover ALL HP
- For the rest of the fight, you gain NATURAL WEAPON (Fists) x2
- *You can make a 2DMG Melee ATTACK while EMPTY HANDED*
@ -299,43 +304,44 @@ Likes: Animals, forests, fruits & veggies
Dislikes: Large cities, wasteful people
HP 35 | MP 30 | MVMT 2
+5 ACADEMICS ATHLETICS PHYSIQUE
+4 MANA RAPPORT
+3 EMPATHY WILL
+2 DRIVE
+1 CRAFTS
+1 CONTACTS
SPELLS
LV0 CURE
LV1 RESTORATION
LV2 LIFE STREAM
LV3 HARMONY
LV4 HAZON'AINA
LV5 TU'ER YE
- LV0 CURE
- LV1 HARMONIZE
- LV2 RESTORE
- LV3 MIRACLE
- LV4 HAZON'AINA
- LV5 TU'ER YE
IMMUNE : LIFE
RESIST : LIGHT SPACE
WEAK : DEATH
HELPING HAND
Once/Round : REACTION : You can turn one MINUS on an ALLY's roll in the same ZONE to a BLANK
- Once/Round : REACTION : You can turn one MINUS on an ALLY's roll in the same ZONE to a BLANK
GOT YOUR BACK
Once/Round : REACTION : You can turn one MINUS on an ALLY's roll in the same ZONE to a PLUS
- Once/Round : REACTION : You can turn one MINUS on an ALLY's roll in the same ZONE to a PLUS
POWERFUL LEGS
During your turn, you can either:
- Increase your MVMT by 1
- Turn one MINUS on a FIGHT roll to a BLANK
- During your turn, you can either:
- (1) Increase your MVMT by 1
- (2) Turn one MINUS on a FIGHT roll to a BLANK
BOUNTY OF NATURE
LV4 summons call 2 creatures per cast
- LV4 summons call 2 creatures per cast
NOBLE SACRIFICE (once per round)
REACTION: Can use SELF or SUMMON to intercept any HIT in place of another
- REACTION: Can use SELF or SUMMON to intercept any HIT in place of another
BOON OF PACIFISM
Once/Fight, at 10HP or less:
BOON OF PACIFISM (once/fight)
- At 10HP or less:
- Recover all HP and MP
- Cannot use any ATTACK action next turn
@ -353,6 +359,7 @@ Likes: Making clothes, music, sex
Dislikes: being alone, quiet
HP 35 | MP 40 | MVMT 2
+5 ACADEMICS FIGHT PHYSIQUE
+4 ATHLETICS MANA
+3 CRAFT WILL
@ -360,40 +367,39 @@ HP 35 | MP 40 | MVMT 2
+1 CONTACTS
SPELLS
LV0 STELLAR
LV1 ASTEROID
LV2 STAR SHOWER
LV3 GRAVITY WELL
LV4 CON SU TU
LV5 GRYPHUS
- LV0 STELLAR
- LV1 METEOROID
- LV2 STAR SHOWER
- LV3 GRAVITY WELL
- LV4 CON SU TU
- LV5 GRYPHUS
IMMUNE : SPACE
RESIST : LIFE EARTH
WEAK : TIME
FLIGHT (Gryphon Wings)
You are hovering over one "ZONE" over the BATTLEZONE
- Can be activated by paying 1 MVMT during your turn
- Pay 1 MVMT : You are hovering over one "ZONE" over the BATTLEZONE
- You move 1 ZONE per MVMT over the other characters, same as normal MVMT
- Cannot ATTACK with, or be ATTACKED by, FIGHT weapons that are not FLEXIBLE, REACH, or THROWING
- Cannot ATTACK with, or be ATTACKED by, FIGHT weapons that are not REACH or THROWING
- Any HIT will knock you to the ground until you reactivate FLIGHT
NATURAL WEAPONS (Lion Claws) x2
You can make a 2DMG melee ATTACK while EMPTY HANDED
- You can make a 2DMG melee ATTACK while EMPTY HANDED
COMBAT CRAFTING
Pay 1 MVMT to CRAFT roll & make a reasonable weapon out of supplies you are wearing or carrying
- Its DMG is equal or less than your CRAFT roll
- This weapon will break after 3 rounds
NICE TRY
- ONCE/FIGHT, On an opponent's THROWN attack/item roll VS you and/or a ZONE you are in (except POTIONS):
- REACTION : CRAFTS roll vs THROWN weapon/item roll; on HIT, cancel action & add it to INVENTORY
- If GRENADE, item is DISARMED & can be used again
ASTEROID BELTING (Once/Turn)
REACH weapons can attack TWICE per FIGHT action without penalty
- REACH weapons can attack TWICE per FIGHT action without penalty
STELLAR STRUT
Takes one less DMG per HIT per instance of STARSTRUCK the attacker has
SODOMASOCHISM
- Any HIT/MATCH you do with a weapon heals 1HP per instance of STARSTRUCK the opponent has (cannot exceed MAX HP)
FATAL ATTRACTION
Once/Fight, at 10HP or less:
FATAL ATTRACTION (once/fight)
- At 10HP or less:
- Recover HP equal to current MP
- Choose one ZONE to create a black hole
- *Anyone starting their turn in that ZONE takes 1 SPACE DMG*
@ -414,6 +420,7 @@ Likes: Snowy days, ice skating, snowball fights
Dislikes: Summer heat, too much attention
HP 35 | MP 40 | MVMT 3
+5 ACADEMICS PHYSIQUE STEALTH
+4 MANA NOTICE
+3 CRAFT WILL
@ -421,41 +428,44 @@ HP 35 | MP 40 | MVMT 3
+1 EMPATHY
SPELLS
LV0 FROST
LV1 ICICLE
LV2 HAILSTORM
LV3 BLIZZARD
LV4 BELIY MEDVED
LV5 CERNUNNOS
- LV0 FROST
- LV1 CHILL BURST
- LV2 ICE SPIKES
- LV3 HAILSTORM
- LV4 BELIY MEDVED
- LV5 PERYTON
IMMUNE : ICE
RESIST : DARKNESS WATER
WEAK : LIGHTNING
ADVANCED AWARENESS x2
During INITIATIVE rolls, you can turn up to 2 MINUS to PLUS
- During INITIATIVE rolls, you can turn up to 2 MINUS to PLUS
NATURAL WEAPON (Antlers)
You can make a 2DMG melee ATTACK while EMPTY HANDED
- You can make a 2DMG melee ATTACK while EMPTY HANDED
FLIGHT (Phoenix Wings)
You are hovering over one "ZONE" over the BATTLEZONE
- Can be activated by paying 1 MVMT during your turn
- You move 1 ZONE per MVMT over the other characters, same as normal MVMT
- Cannot ATTACK with, or be ATTACKED by, FIGHT weapons that are not FLEXIBLE, REACH, or THROWING
- Any HIT will knock you to the ground until you reactivate FLIGHT
NICE TRY
- ONCE/FIGHT, On an opponent's THROWN attack/item roll VS you and/or a ZONE you are in (except POTIONS):
- REACTION : CRAFTS roll vs THROWN weapon/item roll; on HIT, cancel action & add it to INVENTORY
- If GRENADE, item is DISARMED & can be used again
ICICLONE JUTSU (1MP)
ITEM ACTION: CRAFT roll to create an equal number of ICE STATUES on the BATTLEZONE (destroyed after one HIT) & double that number of ICE KUNAI (1DMG) (throwing) (dual-weild)
- ITEM: CRAFT roll to create
- (1) An equal number of ICE STATUES on the BATTLEZONE (destroyed after one HIT)
- (2) Double that number of ICE KUNAI in your inventory (1DMG) (throwing) (dual-weild)
SNOWBLIND SUBSTITUTION
Can swap places with one ICE ITEM on the BATTLEZONE per point of MVMT
- (can be used as REACTION)
- Can swap places with one ICE ITEM on the BATTLEZONE per point of MVMT
- Can be used as REACTION
POLAR PROTECTORS
Once/Fight, at 10HP or less:
- Cast 2 LV4 ICE SUMMONs for free
- *Cannot use ATTACK ACTIONS until both are defeated*
SNOW ANGEL (once/fight)
- At 10HP or less:
- Recover HP equal to your current MP
- You gain the stunt FLIGHT (Peryton Wings)
- All ICE STATUES you summon are now animated & controllable, and gain the 2 ICE KUNAI instead of you on summon
- THESE STATUES CANNOT USE FLIGHT
- You cannot use ATTACK ACTION for rest of fight
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@ -472,6 +482,7 @@ Likes: Stormy days, target practice, the law
Dislikes: Wishy-washy people
HP 35 | MP 30 | MVMT 2
+5 ACADEMICS PHYSIQUE SHOOT
+4 ATHLETICS NOTICE
+3 MANA WILL
@ -479,22 +490,22 @@ HP 35 | MP 30 | MVMT 2
+1 FIGHT
SPELLS
LV0 STATIC
LV1 LIGHTNINGBOLT
LV2 LIGHTNING BLITZ
LV3 PLASMA WALL
LV4 BINESI
LV5 AZEBAN
- LV0 STATIC
- LV1 THUNDERCLAP
- LV2 LIGHTNINGBOLT
- LV3 PLASMA WALL
- LV4 BINESI
- LV5 AZEBAN
IMMUNE : LIGHTNING
RESIST : FIRE LIGHT
WEAK : ICE
ADVANCED AWARENESS x2
During INITIATIVE rolls, you can turn up to 2 MINUS to PLUS
- During INITIATIVE rolls, you can turn up to 2 MINUS to PLUS
SWIM SPEED
You can move 2 spaces per MVMT while in water
- You can move 2 spaces per MVMT while in water
CIVIL RETURN
Before using ATTACK or ITEM, you can pull a RANDOM weapon/item and use it
@ -503,16 +514,16 @@ Before using ATTACK or ITEM, you can pull a RANDOM weapon/item and use it
- Anything used here is only usable for one turn, and will be dropped after
BULLET STORM (1MP)
You can shoot FOUR targets per SHOOT action if using DUAL-WEILD
- You can shoot FOUR targets per SHOOT action if using DUAL-WEILD
- This ability does not detract extra ammo from RELOAD score
- The first two ROLLS are made normal, and the last two are made at ADV/DISADV
STATIC STEP
Can move anywhere on BATTLEZONE each MVMT instead of one ZONE at a time
- Can move anywhere on BATTLEZONE each MVMT instead of one ZONE at a time
- Can use as REACTION (will cancel any TARGET ATTACK automatically)
THUNDER FORCE
Once/Fight, at 10HP or less:
THUNDER FORCE (once/fight)
- At 10HP or less:
- Recover HP equal to current MP
- For the rest of the fight, all normal SHOOT rolls are at ADV
- For the rest of the fight, all SHOOT rolls at DISADV are NORMAL
@ -530,7 +541,9 @@ He spends most of his time tending to the graveyard he lives in and around. Digg
Likes: Full moons, repairing instruments, yoga
Dislikes: Daytime, vegetables
HP 35 | MP 30 | MVMT 3
+5 ACADEMICS FIGHT PHYSIQUE
+4 ATHLETICS DRIVE
+3 MANA WILL
@ -538,38 +551,38 @@ HP 35 | MP 30 | MVMT 3
+1 CONTACTS
SPELLS
LV0 NECRO
LV1 TERRORIZE
LV2 TOMB STRIKE
LV3 SKELETAL SWARM
LV4 BUFNITA
LV5 WEPWAWET
- LV0 NECRO
- LV1 WITHER
- LV2 TERRORIZE
- LV3 BLIGHT
- LV4 BUFNITA
- LV5 WEPWAWET
IMMUNE : DEATH
RESIST : DARKNESS TIME
WEAK : LIFE
HELPING HAND
Once/Round : REACTION : You can turn one MINUS on an ALLY's roll in the same ZONE to a BLANK
- Once/Round : REACTION : You can turn one MINUS on an ALLY's roll in the same ZONE to a BLANK
POWERFUL LEGS
During your turn, you can either:
- Increase your MVMT by 1
- Turn one MINUS on a FIGHT roll to a BLANK
- During your turn, you can either:
- (1) Increase your MVMT by 1
- (2) Turn one MINUS on a FIGHT roll to a BLANK
INDELIBLE HOWL
Make a FIGHT attack roll against all ENEMIES in a PLUS shaped formation of ZONES, centered on yours
- Make a FIGHT attack roll against all ENEMIES in a PLUS shaped formation of ZONES, centered on yours
- Anyone HIT in the nearby four ZONES takes 1DMG
- Anyone HIT in the center ZONE takes 2DMG + has DISADV on all non-ACADEMICS rolls until PLAYER's next turn
ABUNDANT HARVEST (Once/Turn)
Upon CRIT HIT with a TWO-HANDED FIGHT weapon, move to a nearby ZONE & immediately make a FIGHT roll with the same weapon for free
- Upon CRIT HIT with a TWO-HANDED FIGHT weapon, move to a nearby ZONE & immediately make a FIGHT roll with the same weapon for free
ORCUS' ORDER
Make an ATTACK in a 5-ZONE C-shape sweep, attacking all characters in those 5 ZONES
- Make an ATTACK with a TWO-HANDED FIGHT weapon in a 5-ZONE C-shape sweep, attacking all characters in those 5 ZONES
PALE RIDER
ONCE/FIGHT, At 0HP:
PALE RIDER (once/fight)
- At 0HP:
- Recover all HP
- For the rest of the fight, you can move to any ZONE per point of MVMT
- You gain the feat PESTILENCE
@ -589,6 +602,7 @@ Likes:
Dislikes:
HP 35 | MP 30 | MVMT 3
+5 ACADEMICS PHYSIQUE STEALTH
+4 BURGLARY DRIVE
+3 MANA WILL
@ -596,34 +610,34 @@ HP 35 | MP 30 | MVMT 3
+1 DECEIVE
SPELLS
LV0 SHADOW
LV1 TWILIGHT STRIKE
LV2 NIGHT WAVE
LV3 STYGIAN WALL
LV4 PILINDIR
LV5 KURIGITSUNE
- LV0 STYGIAN
- LV1 SHADOW STRIKE
- LV2 NIGHT WAVE
- LV3 BLACKOUT
- LV4 PILINDIR
- LV5 NOGITSUNE
IMMUNE: DARKNESS
RESIST: DEATH ICE
WEAK: LIGHT
ADVANCED AWARENESS
During INITIATIVE rolls, you can turn one MINUS to a PLUS
- During INITIATIVE rolls, you can turn one MINUS to a PLUS
DEFT THEFT x2
Twice/Fight : Pay 1 MVMT : BURGLARY roll vs ENEMY NOTICE roll to steal a random ITEM from that ENEMY in your ZONE
- Twice/Fight : Pay 1 MVMT : BURGLARY roll vs ENEMY NOTICE roll to steal a random ITEM from that ENEMY in your ZONE
SHADOW STRIKE
Any STEALTH HIT with a WEAPON will make the TARGET unable to ATTACK you on their next turn, but you also cannot ATTACK that target on YOUR next turn
- Any STEALTH HIT with a WEAPON will make the TARGET unable to ATTACK you on their next turn, but you also cannot ATTACK that target on YOUR next turn
ASSASSINATION
You do DOUBLE DMG on a STEALTH CRIT HIT with a WEAPON
- You do DOUBLE DMG on a STEALTH CRIT HIT with a WEAPON
TENEBROSITY
Upon an enemy CRIT MISS, can make one ATTACK vs that TARGET for free
- Upon an enemy CRIT MISS, can make one ATTACK vs that TARGET for free
HEART OF DARKNESS
Once/Fight : At 10HP or less;
HEART OF DARKNESS (once/fight)
- At 10HP or less;
- For the rest of the fight, every HIT received will only do 1DMG
- For the rest of the fight, you get ADV on all STEALTH rolls
@ -642,6 +656,7 @@ Likes: drawing, exercising, geology
Dislikes: mean people
HP 35 | MP 40 | MVMT 3
+5 ACADEMICS FIGHT PHYSIQUE
+4 MANA DRIVE
+3 WILL RAPPORT
@ -661,22 +676,22 @@ RESIST: SPACE WATER
WEAK: WIND
HELPING HAND
Once/Round: REACTION : You can turn one MINUS on an ALLY's roll in the same ZONE to a BLANK
- REACTION : You can turn one MINUS on an ALLY's roll in the same ZONE to a BLANK
SECOND SWING
Once/Turn : You can attack TWICE per turn with any one 4/5DMG FIGHT weapon, but the second ATTACK is made at DISADV
- Once/Turn : You can attack TWICE per turn with any one 4/5DMG FIGHT weapon, but the second ATTACK is made at DISADV
TERRA FIRMA
Any HIT received is guaranteed, but DMG is halved (rounded down)
- Any HIT received is guaranteed, but DMG is halved (rounded down)
SEISMIC STRIKES
Any FIGHT roll with a WEAPON is at DISADV, but DMG is doubled
- Any FIGHT roll with a WEAPON is at DISADV, but DMG is doubled
BOULDER BODY
Once/Turn : Can combine MVMT with FIGHT roll, and ATTACK all PLAYERS in every ZONE he enters, using self as WEAPON & using FIGHT score for base DMG
BOULDER BODY (once/turn)
- Can combine MVMT with FIGHT roll, and ATTACK all PLAYERS in every ZONE he enters, using self as WEAPON & using FIGHT score for base DMG
SIDEARM LANDSLIDE
Once/Fight, at 10HP or less
SIDEARM LANDSLIDE (once/fight)
- At 10HP or less:
- Recover HP equal to current MP
- Make a number of THROWN FIGHT ATTACKS equal to the number of HITS received
- *These are treated as 1DMG INFUSED projectiles (made of scales from your body)*

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@ -32,7 +32,7 @@ HP 15 | MP 20 | MVMT 1
INVENTORY
- Dagger x4
- MP Potion SML x2
- Ele Potion SML x2
- (Color) Potion SML x2
- 25z
SPELLS
@ -55,7 +55,7 @@ INVENTORY
- Slingshot
- Dagger x4
- HP Potion SML
- Ele Potion SML
- (Color) Potion SML
- 25z
> RESIST : YELLOW
@ -88,11 +88,12 @@ HP 15 | MP 0 | 1 MVMT
INVENTORY
- Baseball Bat x2
- Dagger x12
- War Banner
- HP Potion SML x4
- MP Potion SML
- 50z
- Dagger x12
- Grenades x2
- War Banner
- HP Potion SML x4
- MP Potion SML
- 50z
> Start Of Fight: INVESTIGATE roll to see what unique items/weapons your enemies are carrying

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@ -38,9 +38,9 @@ INVENTORY
- BLUE Ring
- PINK Ring
- Light Crossbow x2
- 10 Crossbow Bolts
- 10 2DMG Ammo
- MP Potion MED
- Ele Potion MED
- (Color) Potion MED
- 50z
SPELLS
@ -65,7 +65,7 @@ INVENTORY
- 10 Pistol Ammo x2
- Handaxe x2
- HP Potion MED
- Ele Potion MED
- (Color) Potion MED
- 50z
> RESIST : BLACK BLUE
@ -108,9 +108,11 @@ SUPPORT
INVENTORY
- BROWN Ring
- 10 2DMG ammo x2
- 10 Crossbow Bolts
- 10 2DMG ammo x3
- Dagger x6
- Grenades x4
- Plateholder
- Plate Armor x1
- Whip
- Magic Shield (10MP)
- War Banner x2

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@ -50,11 +50,11 @@ MAGE
INVENTORY
- BLUE Ring
- WHITE Ring
- Heavy Crossbow
- Crossbow Ammo x10
- Crossbow
- 2DMG Ammo x10
- Handaxes x4
- MP Potion MED x2
- Ele Potion MED x2
- (Color) Potion MED x2
- 75z
SPELLS
@ -98,11 +98,11 @@ SPELLS
ROGUE
25HP | 10MP | 3 MVMT
20HP | 10MP | 3 MVMT
+5 STEALTH
+4 DRIVE
+3 BURGLARY PHYSIQUE
+2 ACADEMICS WILL
+3 BURGLARY WILL
+2 ACADEMICS PHYSIQUE
+1 MANA
INVENTORY
@ -110,7 +110,7 @@ INVENTORY
- WHITE Ring
- GOLD Sword
- GOLD Handaxe
- Handaxe x4
- Handaxe x3
- HP Potion MED x2
- MP Potion MED
- 75z
@ -129,22 +129,24 @@ SPELLS
SUPPORT
35HP | 0 MP | 1 MVMT
+5 PHYSIQUE
25HP | 0 MP | 1 MVMT
+5 INVESTIGATE
+4 ATHLETICS
+3 FIGHT INVESTIGATE
+3 FIGHT PHYSIQUE
+2 RAPPORT RESOURCES
+1 WILL
INVENTORY
- WHITE Ring
- BROWN Ring
- 10 2DMG ammo x2
- 10 Crossbow Bolts
- 10 2DMG ammo x3
- Dagger x6
- GOLD Sword
- GOLD Pistol
- Magic Shield (10MP)
- Grenades x6
- Plateholder
- Plate Armor x2
- War Banner x3
- HP Potion MED x8
- MP Potion MED x4

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@ -6,7 +6,7 @@ The highest level of associated agent with the Marauders, short of the actual BO
FIGHTER
30HP | 0 MP | 3 MVMT
30HP | 10 MP | 3 MVMT
+5 FIGHT ATHLETICS
+4 PHYSIQUE DRIVE
+3 ACADEMICS
@ -20,8 +20,8 @@ INVENTORY
- PURPLE Ring
- GOLD Broadsword
- Longsword x2
- Spear x2
- Magic Shield (15MP)
- Spear x2
- HP Potion LRG
- MP Potion MED x2
- 100z
@ -43,11 +43,11 @@ SPELLS
MAGE
25HP | 40MP | 2 MVMT
20HP | 40MP | 3 MVMT
+5 ACADEMICS ATHLETICS
+4 MANA SHOOT
+3 PHYSIQUE
+2 DRIVE
+4 MANA DRIVE
+3 SHOOT
+2 PHYSIQUE
+1 WILL
INVENTORY
@ -55,11 +55,11 @@ INVENTORY
- WHITE Ring
- YELLOW Ring
- Machine Gun
- 100 Ammo
- 100 2DMG Ammo
- Handaxes x4
- HP Potion LRG
- MP Potion LRG
- Ele Potion LRG
- (Color) Potion LRG
- 100z
SPELLS
@ -107,7 +107,7 @@ ROGUE
25HP | 10MP | 3 MVMT
+5 STEALTH BURGLARY
+4 DRIVE WILL
+3 PHYSIQUE
+3 PHYSIQUE
+2 ACADEMICS
+1 MANA
@ -140,9 +140,9 @@ SPELLS
SUPPORT
25HP | 0 MP | 1 MVMT
+5 ATHLETICS PHYSIQUE
+5 ATHLETICS INVESTIGATE
+4 FIGHT RAPPORT
+3 INVESTIGATE
+3 PHYSIQUE
+2 RESOURCES
+1 WILL
@ -151,11 +151,13 @@ INVENTORY
- BROWN Ring
- GREEN Ring
- 10 3DMG ammo x2
- 10 2DMG Ammo x2
- 10 Crossbow Bolts x2
- 10 2DMG Ammo x3
- Grenades x8
- Handaxe x6
- GOLD Sword
- GOLD Pistol
- Plateholder
- Plate Armor x3
- Magic Shield (15MP)
- HP Potion LRG x4
- HP Potion MED x4
@ -168,8 +170,6 @@ INVENTORY
> Start Of Fight: INVESTIGATE roll to see what unique items/weapons your enemies are carrying
> Start Of Fight: INVESTIGATE roll to see what unique items/weapons your enemies are carrying
> Once/Round: REACTION : You can turn one MINUS on an ALLY's roll in the same ZONE to a BLANK
> Once/Round: REACTION : You can turn one MINUS on an ALLY's roll in the same ZONE to a PLUS

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@ -10,19 +10,20 @@ These are the true leaders of the organization, the bosses, the ones that contro
||ROGUE|| JOKER
25HP | 10MP | 3 MVMT
+5 NOTICE PHYSIQUE STEALTH
+5 NOTICE WILL STEALTH
+4 DRIVE BURGLARY
+3 INVESTIGATE WILL
+2 ACADEMICS
+3 ACADEMICS PHYSIQUE
+2 CRAFT
+1 MANA
> IMMUNE : BLACK
> RESIST : PINK GREEN BROWN
> RESIST : PINK GREEN BROWN ORANGE WHITE
> WEAK : BLUE
SPELLS
> LV2 YELLOW
> LV1 BLACK BLUE
> LV3 YELLOW
> LV2 BLACK GRAY
> LV1 YELLOW BLUE ORANGE
INVENTORY
- YELLOW Ring
@ -33,7 +34,7 @@ INVENTORY
- Daggers x99
- HP Potion LRG x2
- MP Potion MED x2
- Ele Potion x3
- (Color) Potion x3
- 250z
ADVANCED AWARENESS
@ -42,13 +43,10 @@ INVENTORY
DEFT THEFT x2
- Twice/Fight : Pay 1 MVMT : BURGLARY roll vs ENEMY NOTICE roll to steal a random ITEM from that ENEMY in your ZONE
INVENTORY INSIGHT
- Start Of Fight : INVESTIGATE roll to see what unique items/weapons your enemies are carrying
POWERFUL LEGS
- During your turn, you can either:
- 1) Increase your MVMT by 1
- 2) Turn one MINUS on a FIGHT/STEALTH ATTACK roll to a BLANK
NICE TRY
ONCE/FIGHT, On an opponent's THROWN attack/item roll VS you and/or a ZONE you are in (except POTIONS):
- REACTION : CRAFTS roll vs THROWN weapon/item roll; on HIT, cancel action & add it to INVENTORY
- If GRENADE, item is DISARMED & can be used again
JUICED UP
While you are under the benefit of a drank Ele Potion: all rolls gain +1; when potion effect ends, all rolls gain -1 for 3 rounds
@ -56,19 +54,26 @@ While you are under the benefit of a drank Ele Potion: all rolls gain +1; when p
RIP AND TEAR
- Once/Turn : If there are 2+ enemies in your ZONE, You can roll one STEALTH hit vs all of them, and any HIT made does DOUBLE DMG
FATHER'S BLESSING
Once/Fight, you may change species to shark for rest of fight or until you choose to dismiss
- You gain +1 to PHYSIQUE
- Your NOTICE is now also treated as FIGHT
- You gain 2 NATURAL WEAPON (Fists) 2DMG
> - These are treated as INFUSED with WATER
-----
||RANGER|| ACE
30HP | 40MP | 3 MVMT
+5 ACADEMICS SHOOT ATHLETICS
+4 MANA PHYSIQUE
+4 MANA PHYSIQUE
+3 FIGHT INVESTIGATE
+2 DRIVE
+1 WILL
> RESIST BLACK
> WEAK EARTH
> WEAK EARTH
SPELLS
- LV5 SILVER
@ -147,7 +152,7 @@ INVENTORY
- Shield (15MP)
- HP Potion LRG x3
- MP Potion LRG x2
- ELE Potion LRG x1
- (Color) Potion LRG x1
- 250z
BURLY BRAWLER
@ -158,13 +163,15 @@ LOYALTY
- You will now roll in their place, as though YOU were attacked
NATURAL WEAPONS (Claws)
- You can make a 1DMG melee ATTACK while EMPTY HANDED
- You can make a 2DMG melee ATTACK while EMPTY HANDED
SECOND SWING
- You can now attack TWICE per turn with any one 4/5DMG FIGHT weapon, but the second ATTACK is made at DISADV
BLADE WHEEL
- When you use a FIGHT action with 2 DUAL WEILD weapons, you can ATTACK a number of ENEMIES equal to your FIGHT score with one FIGHT roll in this or any adjacent ZONES, but you cannot CRIT with this ATTACK, and you lose the DUAL WEILD feature this ATTACK
- When you use a FIGHT action with 2 DUAL WEILD weapons, you can ATTACK a number of ENEMIES equal to your FIGHT score with one FIGHT roll in this or any adjacent ZONES
- Cannot CRIT with this ATTACK
- You lose the DUAL WEILD feature this ATTACK
BRACE FOR IMPACT
- REACTION : You can half the DMG of any HIT against you (rounded down), but you lose 1 MVMT on your next turn
@ -172,7 +179,7 @@ BRACE FOR IMPACT
-----
MAGE QUEEN
25HP | 40MP | 2 MVMT
30HP | 40MP | 2 MVMT
+5 ACADEMICS ATHLETICS SHOOT
+4 MANA PHYSIQUE
+3 INVESTIGATE WILL
@ -187,7 +194,7 @@ SPELLS
- LV5 ORANGE
- LV4 GREEN BROWN
- LV3 YELLOW GRAY GOLD
- LV2 SILVER BROEN BLUE GOLD
- LV2 SILVER BROWN BLUE GOLD
- LV1 RED BLACK WHITE GRAY GOLD
INVENTORY
@ -196,26 +203,27 @@ INVENTORY
- YELLOW Ring
- BROWN Ring
- Machine Gun
- 100 Ammo
- 100 2DMG Ammo
- Handaxes x4
- HP Potion LRG
- MP Potion LRG
- Ele Potion LRG x6
- (Color) Potion LRG x6
- 250z
INVENTORY INSIGHT
- Start Of Fight: INVESTIGATE roll to see what unique items/weapons your enemies are carrying
360 DEGREE VISION
- During ATHLETICS rolls against incoming ATTACKS, you can turn one MINUS to a BLANK, or one BLANK to a PLUS
POWERFUL LEGS
- During your turn, you can either:
- 1) Increase your MVMT by 1
- 2) Turn one MINUS on a FIGHT roll to a BLANK
- Increase your MVMT by 1
- Turn one MINUS on a FIGHT roll to a BLANK
WOOLY DEFENSE
- HITS from FIGHT weapons do 1 less DMG
BURLY BRAWLER
- Can dual-wield 3DMG TWO-HANDED & FLEXIBLE FIGHT weapons
- Each weapon can only be used one-handed
360 DEGREE VISION
- During ATHLETICS rolls against incoming ATTACKS, you can turn one MINUS to a BLANK, or one BLANK to a PLUS
MAGIC AMMO (1MP)
- If you INFUSE a spell into a SHOOT weapon: You do not need ammunition, as the spell will create its own bullets.
@ -235,7 +243,7 @@ SUPPORT KING
> IMMUNE ORANGE
> RESIST BLUE GREEN
> WEAK MELEE
> WEAK MELEE/SHOOT
INVENTORY
- YELLOW Ring
@ -244,6 +252,10 @@ INVENTORY
- BROWN Ring
- GOLD Sword CUTLASS
- GOLD Pistol MAGNUM
- 30 2DMG Ammo
- Grenades x10
- Plateholder
- Plate Armor x4
- HP Potion LRG x5
- MP Potion LRG x4
- ELE Potion LRG x3
@ -255,17 +267,17 @@ HELPING HAND
SCRAMBLES
- Once/Turn: Pay 1 MVMT; RESOURCES roll to loot for money, potions, weapons, or other relevant items from Defeated Enemy in same ZONE
NATURAL WEAPON (Claws)
- You can make a 2DMG melee ATTACK while EMPTY HANDED
UNNATURAL WEAPON (Pistol Whip)
- You can make a 2DMG melee ATTACK while wielding a gun
TEAMWORK
- For every ALLY of the same level, during your FIGHT or SHOOT rolls, you can do one of the following:
- 1) Change one MINUS to a BLANK
- 2) Change one BLANK to a PLUS
STUNT: BLADE MAGE (1MP)
- Anytime you are HIT with a LV3 or lower SPELL: HALF the DMG (rounded down)
BLADE MAGE (1MP)
- Anytime you are HIT with a LV3 or lower SPELL: Reduce DMG to 1
- Cannot use REACTION ANTIMAGIC or ATHLETICS against spells
STUNT: BEAST HUNTER
BEAST HUNTER
- When you HIT a LV4 or LV5 summon with your GOLD GUN: for the rest of the fight, that creature will randomly ATTACK any & all players

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@ -28,7 +28,7 @@ INVENTORY
- 3DMG ammo x60
- HP Potion LRG x2
- MP Potion LRG x2
- ELE Potion LRG x2
- (Color) Potion LRG x2
- 250z
ADVANCED AWARENESS x2
@ -80,7 +80,7 @@ INVENTORY
- HP Potion LRG x1
- MP Potion LRG x1
- MP Potion MED x2
- ELE Potion LRG x3
- (Color) Potion LRG x3
- 250z
HELPING HAND
@ -236,11 +236,11 @@ FIRST KING ZEROTH
SPELLS
- CALAMITY GOLD
- LV5 GOLD
- LV4 GOLD
- LV3 GOLD
- LV2 GOLD
- LV1 GOLD
- LV5 GOLD CERAPTER
- LV4 GOLD ANSE-KU-RA
- LV3 GOLD RESPLENDENCE
- LV2 GOLD BRILLIANCE
- LV1 GOLD GLEAM
ADVANCED AWARENESS
- During INITIATIVE rolls, you can turn one MINUS to a PLUS
@ -269,8 +269,8 @@ CORRUPTED KING NASH-ZEROTH
40HP | 60MP | 4 MVMT
+6 DRIVE MANA PHYSIQUE
+5 ACADEMICS ATHLETICS WILL
+4 FIGHT SHOOT
+3 DECEIVE INVESTIGATE
+4 FIGHT DECEIVE
+3 NOTICE SHOOT
+2 BURGLARY
+1 NOTICE
@ -305,5 +305,6 @@ OVERABUNDANT DISCHARGE
- All SPELLS you cast will now TARGET all players and only need one roll
ULTIMATE RETALIATION
- Once / Fight : You can sacrifice all IMMUNITY & RESISTANCE types: You gain 5HP per IMMUNITY and 1HP per RESISTANCE, then deal 1DMG to all players per IMMUNITY sacrificed
- (this is treated as a GOLD spell with no LEVEL)
- You can sacrifice all IMMUNITY & RESISTANCE types: You gain 5HP per IMMUNITY and 1HP per RESISTANCE, then deal 1DMG per IMMUNITY sacrificed across all players
- *this is treated as a GOLD spell with no LEVEL*
- Your HP can exceed its maximum in this way, and if it does, all ATHLETICS rolls are at DISADV until your HP is at or below your original MAX

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## BUSINESS Dist
BUSINESS Dist
Accountant
> Barn swallow - Howard
Barn swallow - Howard
Antique store
> Russian Blue - Wallace
Russian Blue (cat) - Wallace
Appliance store
> Corgi - Arden
Corgi - Arden
Attorney office
> Mole - Dan
Mole - Dan
Barber shop
> Maine Coon - Lyanna
Maine Coon - Lyna (F)
Bike shop & store
> Impala - Akira
Impala - Akira
Blacksmith
> Jackal - Marvin
Jackal - Marvin
Bookstore Owner
> Bulldog - Warton
Bulldog - Warton
Butcher
> Ox - Virgil
Ox - Virgil
Car salesman
> Weasel - Barry
Weasel - Barry
Candy store
> Shiba Inu - Kabir
Shiba Inu - Kabir
Car wash
> Seagull - Cooper
Seagull - Cooper
Caterer
> Chamois (goat-antelope) - Dafne (F)
Chamois (goat-antelope) - Dafne (F)
Convenience Store
> Owner - Human - Shivani (F)
> Register - Golden retriever - Hikari (F)
Owner - Human - Shivani (F)
Register - Golden retriever - Hikari (F)
Copy store
> Grouse (bird) - Kooper
Grouse (bird) - Kooper
Craft store
> Corgi - Ayana
Corgi - Ayana
Daycare
> Terrier - Julius
> Butterfly - Guinevere (F)
Terrier - Julius
Butterfly - Guinevere (F)
Department store
> Jaguar - Brennan
> Moose - Gerald
> Oppossum - Shea (F)
> Boxer - August
Jaguar - Brennan
Moose - Gerald
Oppossum - Shea (F)
Boxer - August
Dry cleaner
> Budgerigar (bird) - Larry
Budgerigar (bird) - Larry
Enchanter
> Rook (bird) - April (F)
Rook (bird) - April (F)
Flea market
> Guanaco - Ryuuji
> Ostrich - Jamal
Guanaco - Ryuuji
Ostrich - Jamal
Furniture store
> Zebra - Becker
> Polar bear - Coen
Zebra - Becker
Polar bear - Coen
Game store
> Beagle - Moriah (F)
Beagle - Moriah (F)
Garden store
> Axolotl - Venus (F)
> Toucan - Kilian
Axolotl - Venus (F)
Groomer (pets)
> Persian - Aspen
Persian - Aspen
Gym
> Rhino - Clint
> Swan - Jada (F)
Rhino - Clint
Swan - Jada (F)
Hardware store
> Bull - Ulrich
> Great Dane - Beck
> Wallaby - Spencer (F)
Bull - Ulrich
Great Dane - Beck
Wallaby - Spencer (F)
Herbalist / Potions Store - 4 Geckos
> Tom
> Billy
> Sam
> Marshall
Tom
Billy
Sam
Marshall
Hotel
> Manager - Beaver - Jarvis
> Bellhop - Guineafowl - Rylan (F)
Manager - Beaver - Jarvis
Bellhop - Guineafowl - Rylan (F)
Impound Lot
> Bulldog - Wallace
Bulldog - Wallace
Jewelry store
> Kingbird - Casey (F)
Kingbird - Casey (F)
Joke & novelty store
> Kinkajou - Kacey
Kinkajou - Kylee
Landscaper
> Billy goat - Justin
> Tapir - Maddie
Billy goat - Justin
Tapir - Maddie
Laundromat
> Guinea pig - Nazir
Guinea pig - Nazir
Lawyer
> Locust - Aubriella (F)
Locust - Aubriella (F)
Liquor store
> Human - Darius
Human - Darius
Locksmith
> Cobra - Scarlette (F)
Cobra - Scarlette (F)
Maid service
> Black cat - "Midnight"
Black cat - "Midnight"
Mall
> Peafowl - Andrea (F)
> Persian cat - Maria (F)
> Falcon - Jackson
> Cheetah - Dashiell
> Cricket - Violet (F)
> White lion - Kevin
Peafowl - Andrea (F)
Persian cat - Maria (F)
Falcon - Jackson
Cheetah - Dashiell
Cricket - Violet (F)
White lion - Kevin
Mall food court
> Meerkat - Josh
> Pig - Parker
Meerkat - Josh
Pig - Parker
Massage parlor
> Mandrill - Jair
Mandrill - Jair
Mechanic
> Ball Python - Mikey
Ball Python - Mikey
Motorcycle shop
> German Shepherd - Arden (F)
German Shepherd - Arden (F)
Music store
> Ibis - Ellen (F)
Ibis - Ellen (F)
Office supply
> Kite (bird) - Carter
Kite (bird) - Carter
Pawn shop
> Lyrebird - Cedric
Lyrebird - Cedric
Pet store
> Human - Caelum (child)
Human - Caelum (child)
Photographer
> Mink - Everett
Mink - Everett
Rec Center
> Brown Bear - Frankie
Brown Bear - Frankie
Repair center
> Okapi - Heathcliff
Okapi - Heathcliff
Restaurants
> Breakfast - Skink - Siya (F)
> Meat - Black mamba - Weylan
> Vegetarian - Panda - Xavi
> Fast food - Jackalope - Yvgeny
> Dessert - Snow leopard - Max
> Coffee shop - Partridge - Avah (F)
> Juice bar - Wombat - Gary
> Bakery - Salamander - Zach
Breakfast - Skink - Siya (F)
Meat - Black mamba - Weylan
Vegetarian - Panda - Xavi
Fast food - Jackalope - Yvgeny
Dessert - Snow leopard - Max
Coffee shop - Partridge - Avah (F)
Juice bar - Wombat - Gary
Bakery - Salamander - Zach
Salon
> Ladybug - Madisyn (F)
Ladybug - Madisyn (F)
Spa
> Albatross - Rosalyn (F)
Albatross - Rosalyn (F)
Sporting Goods store
> Capybara - Torrence
Capybara - Torrence
Storage warehouse
> Gorilla - Bode
> Hamster - Khalid
> Magpie - Harley (F)
> Prairie Dog - Marian
Gorilla - Bode
Hamster - Khalid
Magpie - Harley (F)
Prairie Dog - Marian
Tailor
> Lapwing - Aubrie (F)
Lapwing - Aubrie (F)
Tattoo Parlor
> Nightingale - Dimitri
Nightingale - Dimitri
Taxi
> Dispatcher - Human - Aubrie (F)
> Driver - Lark - Viola (F)
> Driver - Pheasant - Bastian
> Driver - Grasshopper - Alaric
Dispatcher - Human - Aubrie (F)
Driver - Lark - Viola (F)
Driver - Pheasant - Bastian
Driver - Grasshopper - Alaric
Thrift store
> Hummingbird - Agnes (F)
Hummingbird - Agnes (F)
Toy store
> Narwhal - Vida (F)
Almiraj (horned rabbit) - Vida (F)
Vehicle rental
> Donkey - Paisleigh (F)
Donkey - Paisleigh (F)
Weapons Store
> Doberman - Jerras
Doberman - Jerras
Wedding store
> Sphinx Cat - Krocka
Sphinx Cat - Krocka
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# ESSENTIALS DIST
ESSENTIALS DIST
Banker
> Schnauzer - Garamond
Schnauzer - Garamond
Bus Driver
> Day - Red Ant - Matt
> Night - Black Ant - Fritz
> Elementary - Termite - Ren
> Middle - Flea - Marcella (F)
> High - Mosquito - Kolter
Day - Red Ant - Matt
Night - Black Ant - Fritz
Elementary - Termite - Ren
Middle - Flea - Marcella (F)
High - Mosquito - Kolter
Clinic
> Badger - Casper
> Gazelle - Kanan
> Heron - Claudia (F)
> Boa Constrictor - Davion
Badger - Casper
Gazelle - Kanan
Heron - Claudia (F)
Boa Constrictor - Davion
Doctor
> Dolphin - Davy
> Nurse shark - Clara (F)
Dolphin - Tohru Beifong
Nurse shark - Clara Dubois (F)
Fire Department
> Desert Tortoise - Chief Mars
> Camel - Elijah
> Echidna - Aiden
> Fennec Fox - Floriana (F)
Desert Tortoise - Chief Mars
Camel - Elijah
Echidna - Aiden
Fennec Fox - Floriana (F)
Grocery Store
> Manager - Condor - Fergus
> Clerk 1 - Gopher - Stan
> Clerk 2 - Turtle - Eustace
> Stocker - Ferret - Jack
Manager - Condor - Fergus
Register - Turtle - Eustace
Stocker - Ferret - Jack
Homeowner's Association
> Sheep - Anais (F)
Sheep - Anais (F)
Money printing Mint
> Gazelle - Blaise
Gazelle - Blaise
Newspaper
> Editor-in-chief - Alligator - Ozias
> Writer - Salamander - Jalani
> Editor - Ibex - Carolyn (F)
> Photographer - Binturong - Celina (F)
> Printer - Cocker Spaniel - Koah
> Paper delivery - Wolverine - Denzel
Newspaper (Diadem Daily)
Editor-in-chief - Alligator - Ozias
Photographer - Gopher - Stan
Interviewer - Binturong - Celina (F)
Writer - Salamander - Jalani
Editor - Ibex - Carolyn (F)
Printer - Cocker Spaniel - Koah
Paper delivery - Wolverine - Denzel
Nurse
> Elephant - Laverne (F)
> Scorpion - Kitia
> Jellyfish - Oleander
> Black bear - Meli (F)
Elephant - Laverne (F)
Scorpion - Kitia
Jellyfish - Oleander
Pharmacist
> Lynx - Terrence
Lynx - Terrence
Physical Therapist
> Daddy Longlegs Spider - Ozran
Daddy Longlegs Spider - Ozran
Post Office
> Alpaca - Micah
> Crane - Cattleya (F)
> Wolf - Coco (F)
Alpaca - Micah
Jackalope - Kaito
Wolf - Coco (F)
Repairman
> Electrical - Beaver - Gary
> Handyman - Beaver - Terry
> HVAC - Beaver - Jerry
> Phone line - Beaver - Harry
> Plumbing - Beaver - Barry
> Power line - Beaver - Carrie (F)
Electrical - Beaver - Gary
Handyman - Beaver - Terry
HVAC - Beaver - Jerry
Phone line - Beaver - Harry
Plumbing - Beaver - Barry
Power line - Beaver - Carrie (F)
Research & Development Lab
> Chameleon - Eleazar
> Dragonfly - Liam
Chameleon - Eleazar
Schools
> **Elementary**
> - Kindergarten - Badger - Mrs. Brown
> - 1st - Parrot - Mrs. Martinez
> - 2nd - Llama - Mrs. Fournier
> - 3rd - Pigeon - Mrs. Kimura
> - 4th - Mouse - Mrs. Greco
> - 5th - Chimpanzee - Mr. Thorne
> - Cafeteria - Chicken - Mr. Larson
> **Middle**
> - 6th - Hyena - Mr. Kato
> - 7th - Human - Mrs. Rhodes
> - 8th - Pig - Mrs. Klein
> - Cafeteria - Goat - Mr. Vanta
> **High**
> - 9th - Koala - Mr. Romano
> - 10th - Orca - Mr. Gallo
> - 11th - Squirrel - Mr. Gonzalez
> - 12th - Raven - Mr. Morrison
> - Cafeteria - Chipmunk - Mr. Tanaka
> **Trade school**
> - Agriculture - Aardvark - Ms. Johnson
> - Architecture - Mantis - Mr. Yamamoto
> - Automotive - Human - Mrs. Hart
> - Collision Repair - Wildebeest - Mr. Ricci
> - Cosmetology - Poodle - Ms. Schwarz
> - Culinary - Hedgehog - Mrs. Reynolds
> - Dental - Border Collie - Mr. Sanchez
> - Driver's Ed (Prof) - Human - Mr. Lin
> - Electrical - Possum - Mr. Durand
> - HVAC Repair - Snail - Mrs. Russo
> - Marine Tech - Manta Ray - Ms. Jennings
> - Motorcycle Repair - Bobcat - Mr. Becker
> - Nursing - Cottonmouth - Mr. Costa
> - Plumbing - Platypus - Mr. Schmidt
> - Welding - Toad - Mr. Murray
> **College**
> Dean - Human - Mr. Cross
> - Accounting - Rabbit - Mr. Chambers
> - Art - Gerbil - Mr. McCoy
> - Biology - Dingo - Mrs. Locklear
> - Business Mgmt - Hornet - Mrs. Martin
> - Criminal Justice - Sloth - Mr. McKenzie
> - Economics - Squid - Mr. Mancini
> - Education - Quail - Mrs. Lopez
> - Engineering - Capybara - Mr. Anand
> - Ethics - Manatee - Mr. Dunn
> - Finance - Rat - Mrs. Watanabe
> - Healthcare/Medical - Gorilla - Mr. Zhao
> - History - Crocodile - Mr. DuBois
> - Language - Lyrebird - Mrs. Butterfield
> - Law - Chinchilla - Mrs. Moreau
> - Legal - Chihuahua - Mr. Sharpe
> - Liberal Arts - BlueJay - Mrs. Zhao
> - Marketing - Copperhead - Mr. Khan
> - Performing Arts - Siamese cat - Mr. Harrison
> - Psychology - Human - Mr. Hoffman
*Thunder Force* (Police Office)
> 1st Com - Human - Jensen (F)
> 2nd Com - Gila Monster - Valeos
> 3rd Com - Panther (scar) - Harken
> Clerk - Cat - Binx
Elementary
Kindergarten - Badger - Mrs. Brown
1st - Parrot - Mrs. Martinez
2nd - Llama - Mrs. Fournier
3rd - Pigeon - Mrs. Kimura
4th - Mouse - Mrs. Greco
5th - Chimpanzee - Mr. Thorne
Cafeteria - Chicken - Mr. Larson
Middle
6th - Hyena - Mr. Kato
7th - Human - Mrs. Rhodes
8th - Pig - Mrs. Klein
Cafeteria - Goat - Mr. Vanta
High
9th - Koala - Mr. Romano
10th - Orca - Mr. Gallo
11th - Squirrel - Mr. Gonzalez
12th - Raven - Mr. Morrison
Cafeteria - Chipmunk - Mr. Tanaka
Trade school
Agriculture - Aardvark - Ms. Johnson
Architecture - Mantis - Mr. Yamamoto
Automotive - Human - Mrs. Hart
Collision Repair - Wildebeest - Mr. Ricci
Cosmetology - Poodle - Ms. Schwarz
Culinary - Hedgehog - Mrs. Reynolds
Dental - Border Collie - Mr. Sanchez
Driver's Ed (Prof) - Human - Mr. Lin
Electrical - Possum - Mr. Durand
HVAC Repair - Snail - Mrs. Russo
Marine Tech - Manta Ray - Ms. Jennings
Motorcycle Repair - Bobcat - Mr. Becker
Nursing - Cottonmouth - Mr. Costa
Plumbing - Platypus - Mr. Schmidt
Welding - Toad - Mr. Murray
College
Dean - Human - Mr. Cross
Accounting - Rabbit - Mr. Chambers
Art - Gerbil - Mr. McCoy
Biology - Dingo - Mrs. Locklear
Business Mgmt - Hornet - Mrs. Martin
Criminal Justice - Sloth - Mr. McKenzie
Economics - White Tiger - Mr. Mancini
Education - Quail - Mrs. Lopez
Engineering - Capybara - Mr. Anand
Ethics - Manatee - Mr. Dunn
Finance - Rat - Mrs. Watanabe
Healthcare/Medical - Gorilla - Mr. Zhao
History - Crocodile - Mr. DuBois
Language - Lyrebird - Mrs. Butterfield
Law - Chinchilla - Mrs. Moreau
Legal - Chihuahua - Mr. Sharpe
Liberal Arts - BlueJay - Mrs. Zhao
Marketing - Copperhead - Mr. Khan
Performing Arts - Siamese cat - Mr. Harrison
Psychology - Human - Mr. Hoffman
Thunder Force (Police Office)
1st Com - Human - Jensen (F)
2nd Com - Gila Monster - Valeos
3rd Com - Panther (scar) - Harken
Clerk - Cat - Binx (F)
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# CAPITOL QUARTZ
CAPITOL QUARTZ
## Town Hall
> King - Violet bird - Akarui
> King's Aide - Copper fox - Nash
Town Hall
King - Violet robin - Akarui
King's Aide - Copper fox - Nash
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## SPORTS ZONE
SPORTS ZONE
Baseball
> Umpire - Kangaroo - Soren
> Maintainer - Iguana - Leif
Football
> Referee - Coyote - Koa
> Maintainer - Bison - Cillian
Tennis
> Referee - Monitor lizard - Sylvie (F)
> Maintainer - King Cobra - Cosima (F)
Umpire - Kangaroo - Soren
Maintainer - Iguana - Leif
Basketball
> Referee - Mongoose - Theo
> Maintainer - Owl - Saskia (F)
Referee - Mongoose - Theo
Maintainer - Owl - Saskia (F)
Olympic
> Referee - Eagle - Gemma (F)
> Maintainer - Emu - Lucien
Soccer
> Referee - Armadillo - Xanthe (F)
> Maintainer - Bobcat - Dimitri
Football
Referee - Coyote - Koa
Maintainer - Bison - Cillian
Hockey
> Referee - Antelope - Roman
> Maintainer - Penguin - Ivo
Referee - Antelope - Roman
Maintainer - Penguin - Ivo
M.M.A.
Trainer - Hippo - Cruz
Cleaner - Porcupine - Maeve (F)
Soccer
Referee - Armadillo - Xanthe (F)
Maintainer - Bobcat - Dimitri
Swimming
Referee - Eagle - Gemma (F)
Maintainer - Emu - Lucien
Tennis
Referee - Monitor lizard - Sylvie (F)
Maintainer - King Cobra - Cosima (F)
Track
> Referee - Leopard - Aaron
> Maintainer - Hawk - Soraya (F)
Referee - Leopard - Aaron
Maintainer - Hawk - Soraya (F)
Volleyball
> Referee - Pigeon - Yara (F)
> Maintainer - Vulture - Bruno
Referee - Pigeon - Yara (F)
Maintainer - Vulture - Bruno
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## TRASH ZONE
TRASH ZONE
Homeless
> Housefly - Lars
Junkyard
> Bassett Hound - Edmund
Junkyard / Landfill / Burn pit
Bassett Hound - Edmund
Housefly - Beele
Recycle/Compost
> Lobster - Jaylah (F)
Lobster - Jaylah (F)
Waste-to-Energy facility
> Frog - Libby (F)
Frog - Libby (F)
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## ENTERTAINMENT JUNCTION
ENTERTAINMENT JUNCTION
Amusement Park
> Bumper Car - Puma - Fia (F)
> Carousel - Hognose Snake - Cormac
> Ferris Wheel - Goose - Aarav
> Haunted House - Aardvark - Dion
> Log Ride - Walrus - Angus
> Roller Coaster - Lemur - Alison (F)
> Tilt-a-Whirl - Wombat - Bodhi
> Custodians
> - Yak - Lorenzo
> - Seal - Ingrid (F)
Bumper Car - Puma - Fia (F)
Carousel - Hognose Snake - Cormac
Ferris Wheel - Goose - Aarav
Haunted House - Aardvark - Dion
Log Ride - Walrus - Angus
Roller Coaster - Lemur - Alison (F)
Tilt-a-Whirl - Wombat - Bodhi
Custodians
Yak - Lorenzo
Arcade
> Finch - Kiera (F)
Finch - Kiera (F)
Bartenders
> Pine Marten - Koda
> Dove - Yuki (F)
Auditorium
Seal - Ingrid (F)
Bar(tenders)
Pine Marten - Koda
Dove - Yuki (F)
Bowling Alley
> Pomeranian - Taliyah (F)
Pomeranian - Taliyah (F)
Casino
Bartender - Squid - Eli
Dealer - Hydra - Aislinn (F)
Pitboss - Narwhal - Jericho
Waitress - Crane - Yuki (F)
Mini-Golf
> Duck - Ronnie
Duck - Ronnie
M.M.A. Arena
> Trainer - Hippo - Cruz
> Cleaner - Porcupine - Maeve (F)
Movie Theater
Toucan - Kilian
Night club
Barkeep - Dragonfly - Liam
Pool Hall
> Turkey - Tylan
Turkey - Tylan
Public Pool
> Lifeguard - Whale - Kylie (F)
Lifeguard - Whale - Kylie (F)
Restaurants
> Buffet - Spider monkey - Paloma (F)
> Fine Dining - Lynx - Yevgenii
Buffet - Spider monkey - Paloma (F)
Fine Dining - Lynx - Yevgenii
Roller Rink
> Stingray - Grayson (F)
Stingray - Grayson (F)
Strip Club
> Dancer - Dugong - Marc
> Dancer - Moth - Kylee (F)
> Dancer - Elk - Josias
> Dancer - Skunk - Riya (F)
> Bartender - Pug - Ivan
Dancer - Dugong - Marc
Dancer - Moth - Kylee (F)
Dancer - Elk - Josias
Dancer - Skunk - Riya (F)
Bartender - Pug - Ivan
Theater
Black bear - Meli (F)
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## RED
Metalworker - Boar - Garsen
Shop owner - Asp - Lana
RED
Metalworker - Boar - Garsen
Plantation worker - Yellowjacket - Culver
Shop owner - Asp - Lana (F)
Ukulele player - Bearded Dragon - Kyong
## ORANGE
Counter worker - Human - Caelum
ORANGE
Counter worker - Human - Caelum
## YELLOW
Frozen food stand owner - Pelican - Horace
Shop Owner - Flamingo - Janice (F)
YELLOW
Frozen food stand owner - Pelican - Horace
Shop Owner - Flamingo - Janice (F)
## GREEN
Horse wrangler - Kitsune - Villi (F)
Tea leaf stripper - Human - Caelum
GREEN
Horse wrangler - Kitsune - Villi (F)
Tea leaf stripper - Human - Caelum
## BLUE
Fisherman - Otter - Gallon
Shop Owner - Octopus - Klein
BLUE
Fisherman - Otter - Gallon
Shop Owner - Octopus - Klein
## PURPLE
Baker - Sheep - Judith (F) (old)
Cart owner - Holstein cow - Kid
VIOLET
Baker - Sheep - Judith (F) (old)
Cartrunner - Light brown cow - Montana
## PINK
Fashion showrunner - Human - Caelum
Shop Owner - Giraffe - Enid
PINK
Fashion showrunner - Human - Caelum
Craft room host - Bat - Jamir
Shop Owner - Giraffe - Enid
## WHITE
Shop owner - Snow fox - Ouja
Sleddog driver - Husky - Exile
Whitaker's partner - Cat - Morana (F)
WHITE
Coat seller - Yeti - Bodhi
Drink seller - Snow fox - Ouja
Sleddog driver - Husky - Exile
Whitaker's partner - Cat - Morana (F)
## SILVER
Courthouse Clerk - Garter Snake - Pamela (F)
Thunder Force Sign-in Clerk - Leopard - Elizabeth (F)
SILVER
Courthouse Clerk - Garter Snake - Pamela (F)
Thunder Force Sign-in Clerk - Leopard - Elizabeth (F)
## GRAY
Sobbing woman - Red robin - Rowena (F)
Choir boy - Human - Caelum
GRAY
Sobbing woman - Red robin - Rowena (F)
Choir boy - Human - Caelum
## BLACK
Biggest complainer - Ram - LUCKY
Cassius' assistant - Tarantula - Striker
BLACK
Biggest complainer - Ram - LUCKY
Cassius' assistant - Tarantula - Striker
## BROWN
Shop owner - Bat - Jamir
Mountain climber - Maned wolf - Jekhyra (F)
BROWN
Shop owner - Koala - Bunji
Mountain climber - Maned wolf - Jekhyra (F)


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Striker the Black Tarantula
- Travelling merchant
- Sells information and supplies
"Words and Wares from MY World Wide Web"
"Everything comes from my web, thanks to my Diadem Spider Line"

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## As you exit the BLACK gate,
your eyes cannot seem to focus on the colorless world around you. You are surrounded by trees, but they are all a strange grayscale and borderline lifeless. The branches are barren of leaves, instead covered in hanging black objects. And the only light in the sky overhead is a very large and VERY red full moon.
Welcome to the **Forest** domain!
Welcome to the **Forest** demense!
Your visuals are disrupted by a distinctly golden glow of magic appearing in front of you, in the shape of a golden ring about 50 feet wide. It completely surrounds your group AND the entrance to the gate. The circle appears to be warbling in an odd pattern and drifting back and forth between black and gold.
@ -81,17 +81,17 @@ He places a hand upon the creature's body, slowly sinking his hand into it. You
He bellows out in agony and uses his one arm to yank off his bandages, fully revealing the massive hole in his chest. The hole is slowly filled with the same inky darkness as the creature he absorbed, strand by strand reforming into an odd ball that could easily resemble a heart, followed by the rest of his chest until it is completely sealed and looks good as new. He yanks the bandages off his eyes next, opening them and revealing pale yellow spheres, seeming to glow against the midnight black of his fur.
He sighs after a moment, before turning to your group. "I despise the concept of owing anyone anything, but... you have made my sentence in this domain much shorter than the eternity I was promised. You have my gratitude, and my aid in solving our... shared dilemma."
He sighs after a moment, before turning to your group. "I despise the concept of owing anyone anything, but... you have made my sentence in this demense much shorter than the eternity I was promised. You have my gratitude, and my aid in solving our... shared dilemma."
*ASK ABOUT THE INK*
He will shakily walk to the tree you found him at, leaning against it with a sigh. "That is my... essence. My corrupted summon drained it from me the longer it existed, and spilled it freely across the Domain." He will pull out a small sphere of gold, roughly the size of a marble, sizzling in the palm of his hand. "This bullet was the culprit."
He will shakily walk to the tree you found him at, leaning against it with a sigh. "That is my... essence. My corrupted summon drained it from me the longer it existed, and spilled it freely across the demense." He will pull out a small sphere of gold, roughly the size of a marble, sizzling in the palm of his hand. "This bullet was the culprit."
*WHAT HAPPENED*
He turns away and replies, "A man in black and gold challenged me, called himself the Crooked King. He used these... strange golden weapons. He ate through my strongest spells, corrupted my own magic creatures."
He will toss the bullet to your group. If anyone catches it bare handed, it will sizzle against their skin if it is bare, or will singe their fur or scales. "He was too dangerous to have my Regalia, so I animated a piece of myself to hold it and cast it out. He became enraged, corrupted the battlezone magic, pushed me through its walls. None of which should be possible for a mortal to do."
"The creature ran rampant through the Domain, spilling my essence as its continued existence demanded it from me. The CHALLENGE circle prevented escape for us, my strength refused to recover, and I was alone."
"The creature ran rampant through the demense, spilling my essence as its continued existence demanded it from me. The CHALLENGE circle prevented escape for us, my strength refused to recover, and I was alone."
"But when these... mortals entered and touched the ink, they became infected with my immortality. Unable to escape, unable to die."
@ -109,7 +109,7 @@ Cassius remarks, "Oh.. I see now... I have heard your exploits from my animated
*IF THEY ASK ABOUT THEIR CONNECTION*
"Striker hid my Regalia. He traveled by the Crooked King's shadow." Striker snickers a bit and returns the wavy vantablack dagger to his Master. "And as a piece of me, he knows he barely qualified AS me, and has used it to further his own ambitions."
Striker turns to Cassius. "It was all part of my plan. Once I found some capable warriors, I just needed to point them in the right direction as Regalia Hunters! They would eventually find their way to your domain and discover you, thereby aiding your recovery on their journey to free the people of Diadem and claim their wish!"
Striker turns to Cassius. "It was all part of my plan. Once I found some capable warriors, I just needed to point them in the right direction as Regalia Hunters! They would eventually find their way to your demense and discover you, thereby aiding your recovery on their journey to free the people of Diadem and claim their wish!"
Cassius stares Striker down. "Is that the rumor you've been spreading?" Striker winces with a grumble, before Cassius continues, "I do not care. Your plan succeeded. I will be whole again soon. Once you all find a solution. And soon." He will leer at your group as he leans against the tree, waiting for you to decide the next step.
@ -119,7 +119,7 @@ Cassius stares Striker down. "Is that the rumor you've been spreading?" Striker
Cassius will stop leaning against a nearby dead tree. "The Challenge was corrupted, but the circle was mine. Therefore..." He extends his arm straight into the air, aiming the blade at the sky, before pointing it in the direction of the gate. "I DECLARE THIS CHALLENGE NULL AND VOID." In the distance you hear a strange high pitched noise before what sounds like glass shattering, sending out a pulse of energy through the entire forest. "The magic is gone. You may now leave."
*IF THEY ASK HOW*
"It is a rule. A domain master with their Regalia in hand may change or cancel any Challenge they are in. It is not a rule we use lightly." You see his tail flick in irritation for a moment. "And HE made a mockery of our rules. I will make him pay."
"It is a rule. A demense master with their Regalia in hand may change or cancel any Challenge they are in. It is not a rule we use lightly." You see his tail flick in irritation for a moment. "And HE made a mockery of our rules. I will make him pay."
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@ -127,6 +127,6 @@ He will place his hand into the ink, his eyes glowing with an ethereal light. Th
Once all the black stains and ink have been recovered, the stub of where his missing arm is will suddenly vibrate a bit, before the bandages suddenly burst off and erupts with a series of nightmarish black tentacles, slowly wrapping themselves together into a spiral and morphing into a new arm. He will test and flex the fingers of for a moment, before turning to your group.
"This ends my compensation. I advise you leave. The domain will soon return to its normal state, and I am hungry." He will pause to turn to your group, his eyes suddenly turning as red as the moon in the sky, and he gains what can only be described as 'resting murder face.' "For your own sake, take my advice."
"This ends my compensation. I advise you leave. The demense will soon return to its normal state, and I am hungry." He will pause to turn to your group, his eyes suddenly turning as red as the moon in the sky, and he gains what can only be described as 'resting murder face.' "For your own sake, take my advice."
(NOTICE ROLL) You feel a sudden shadow cast over your heads in the clear night sky. When you look up to see what is causing it, a thought crosses your mind. "I could swear there was not a black circle on the surface of the blood red moon a moment ago, making it look like a giant red eye."

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This warbling gate is a golden ring with a blue magic wall, looking like a slow running waterfall
On the island:
https://youtu.be/XO1MC0BS3K4?si=ZZ4U42grIgWaw_Lv
After meeting Dorrin:
https://youtu.be/9xeWvFntMcc?si=OgqCsCZTSwpMFxX0
## As you exit the BLUE gate,
Your nose is immediately bombarded by the stench of sea salt and your ears are greeted to the sound of seagulls. The wooden dock you are now standing on stretches around a small island in a large 2x2 block square, and the only thing beyond it is endless miles of water.
Welcome to the **Ocean** demense!
Despite the lack of overall land, the area is anything but lifeless. Dozens of people are walking about in either sailor uniforms, fishing outfits, or deep sea diving gear, all chatting each other up like it was the most normal thing in the world.
The gate itself is bound to the side of one of the nearby buildings, and there is a signpost with guiding arrows and signs.
*SOUTH SIDE SHOPS*
*EAST SIDE DIVING*
*WEST SIDE DOCKS*
*NORTH SIDE FISHING*
*CENTRAL STORAGE*
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*SOUTHSIDE SHOPS*
All ten shops are selling a massive amount of freshly caught seafood of course, but a couple are selling clothing designed for the waters, fishing rods, tackle & bait, fresh catches, magic rings in a blue hue, and even some boat & diving suit rentals.
*APPROACH*
The shopkeep, an octopus in a white poet shirt with a velvet vest and a blue nametag reading KLEIN, currently using his six tentacle arms to handle multiple business transactions at once. "Hm? What can I do ya fer?"
*DM/REGALIA*
"Yer lookin fer Dorrin? Haven't seen him in a while, but he's probably around here somewhere."
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*EASTSIDE DIVERS*
This stretch of wood seems to be for people to dive full-body in to the water without a vessel. All of them bare minimum have either a net, a spear, or a blade on hand before they dive in.
*APPROACH*
One of the divers stops just before jumping in, and you can't tell what's inside the suit, but he DOES stop to talk to you. "Need something?"
*DM/REGALIA*
"Dorrin's been kinda missing for a bit. He's here somewhere, just not sure where. I'll keep an eye out for him while I'm down there, he usually helps guide fish to us to make our catches better."
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*WESTSIDE BOATS*
Each boat varies greatly in size from a basic 2 man fishing boat to a massive crew-bearing multi-floor vessel, and each one carries out fish as small as simple trout, as large as massive swordfish, and as weird-looking as blue lobsters.
*APPROACH*
An Osprey woman with her hair bound up under a fisherman's hat in grey waders and a black shirt, her blue nametag reading VICTORIA, hops off her vessel once the rest of her crew hauls off their half full net. "What's up?"
*DM/REGALIA*
"Haven't seen him in a bit. Which is a shame, our catches usually work out alot better when he's around."
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*SHACKS*
The outermost shacks are essentially just ice boxes for the peoples' fish, and you spot a few people load one up as you walk by. However, you do see some of them get bigger as you get closer to the center.
The shack in the center is surprisingly large, to the point you could swear it mimicked a two story building. It has an actual front door with stairs leading up to it, and the door appears to be partly open.
*GO INSIDE*
Inside is a fairly decent looking living space. Tables and couches in the living room, burgundy colored painted walls, fully functional kitchen with an extra large fridge, and well maintained stairs leading to the next floor.
(INVESTIGATE ROLL) The place is surprisingly organized, nothing appears damaged or out of the ordinary, but you DO notice everything seems to have several days worth of dust all over it.
*UPSTAIRS*
You find a pair of fully furnished bedrooms, one of which CLEARLY is designed to house a girl with darker Gothic tastes, and the other furnished for more of a sharp dressed man.
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*NORTHSIDE FISHERS*
For the most part, it's just a bunch of guys in basic fishing gear casting their lines from the dock itself instead of a boat. Some kids are even fishing with their dads using string-on-a-stick fishing poles. There's even a pole sticking out of a huge pile of seaweed in the corner.
Upon being asked, a few drunk men start slurring their words at you, but a sparrow in a captain's hat says something to the effect of 'if he ain't in his house, he's either out bulking, sulking, or skulking', and all the dtunks start laughing like it was the funniest joke they ever heard.
(INVESTIGATE Roll) You suddenly realize that pile of seaweed in the corner is... moving a little?
The seaweed begins to shift and fall as a massive finned tail swings out, revealing a massive bald person hiding within. He slowly rises to his feet, looming over your group by a few inches.
The seaweed slowly slips off his body to reveal a buff shark clad in only ocean blue swim trunks, shredded and tattered below the knees. Aside from the occasional piece of seaweed, the only other thing on him is the string on a stick he is holding, revealed to be a large harpoon.
*IF ANYONE SAYS ANYTHING*
He will abruptly cut them off. "I know why you're here. And my answer is no."
*AFTER ANY RESPONSE*
"I dont care anymore. Whatever you want is not my concern. Not anymore." He will attempt to walk away, harpoon in hand.
*IF THEY ASK WHY*
He sighs and looks to the group, his ocean blue eyes glowing lightly. "You are among the freshest newbies, I assume. Your country sent you here because you were among the best of the best, or something along those lines. The people of these lands are all either the same way or the descendants of those people. And that includes the marauders."
"Those people, raised from such a 'noble and well educated background,' ambushed me in an attempt to take my Regalia by force. And when they didn't get what they wanted, they took something even more precious from me. They proved the quality of a person is irrelevant to their desperation when it comes to getting what they want."
He smashes his tail through a nearby plank of wood, causing it to break immediately. "They don't deserve anything less than the suffering they inflict on others, including me." And he leaves, heading into the water and submerging himself in it, disappearing from sight.
A fisherman nearby who heard the hold thing approaches, an old otter man in blue sailor garb and a blue nametag that says GALLON, grabs your group's attention with his thick West Country English accent. "Don't take it personally lads, he be grievin' somethin' fierce. Come with me, I'll explain everythin'."
He takes you to a fairly good size fishing vessel docked on the east docks, complete with a second floor and enough standing room for a dozen people AND their catches, with a sign on the rear naming it 'The Barrel of Forty-Two.'
*IF ASKED WHY*
He laughs heartily and replies, "Because a barrel can hold 42 gallons!"
He takes you out a good mile from the docks, and hands each of you a fishing rod if you want, before flopping in the northernmost seat on the boat and casting out his own line. "Ah... nothin' like the deep blue sea, is thar? Just endless ocean, a gull here or there, and the catch of the day waitin' to be caught."
*WHEN ASKED ABOUT DM*
Gallon sighs a bit before responding. "As I said, don't hate the lad. Dorrin is a prideful lad that had his greatest treasure stolen, something far more valuable than sunken gold or that fancy spear o' his. He lost his daughter, a local legend around these parts. Her name was Vivid."
"He adopted her when she was a teen, no memory of her parents. Ye wouldn't think 'im the fatherin' type, but he raised 'er ta be a fine woman. Beautiful too, her Crimson eyes offset her gray fur so well, she had ta turn away many a suitor." He laughed a bit before he lets out a soft sigh.
"Things changed about a month ago. The blasted marauders had just come by and tried to muck up the fishermen, but ol' Dorrin an' Vivid took care of 'em right quick. His power an' brutality was only matched by 'er speed and precision. Truly a tag team from Hell."
"But after they were sent packin', new ones stepped in and challenged 'im. An' there was somethin' diff'rent about one of 'em, somethin'... wrong. There were only three, but they challenged 'im fer 'is Regalia, and he accepted the 3 on 1. And they fought dirty."
"The two he fought first, a lad and a lass, put up a good fight. Zapped 'im, cooked 'im, froze 'im like a fishstick. And he took 'em down. But that last one, he did somethin' most foul.. while Dorrin was busy fightin' 'em, the last one told his men to take Vivid hostage. She fought as hard as she could, but they managed to take 'er away."
"When Dorrin realized she was nabbed, it was all that last one needed to strike. He shot 'im with some form of magic gun, golden in hue. It hit Dorrin hard enough to take 'im down. But the thing they never realized was, Dorrin is too tough to die."
"It was over in a flash, Dorrin had stood back up and had the leader's head an' helmet in his jaw, an' the other two in his hands by the throats. And right when 'e was about to eat the bastard's head clean through, 'e surrendered an' broke off the challenge, grabbed his men an' ran away."
"We couldnt get a good look at 'em, but I saw that lad's bloodied face through the broken helmet, got a good look at 'is eye when 'is helmet got crushed against 'is skull. He saw death in those Jaws. An' 'e barely escaped it with his life."
"Since then, Dorrin's waited every wakin' moment for them to return, hoping he can grab 'em an' squeeze 'em for any information. But they haven't returned even once, so he's just waited for 'em for an entire month."
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*WHY NOT GO AFTER HER*
He turns to the one who asked. "Yer genuinely askin' why a six foot four enraged and grievin' shark man with the powers of the ocean at 'is fingertips doesn't go gallavantin' through the Town of Diadem, bellowin' about his lost daughter?"
"It only takes a single match to start a fire, (lad/lass). He knows if he does that an' even ONE person gets scared, he'll incite a riot. demense Master or not, people would fear 'im. It takes all 'is self control not to do just that."
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"I feel for th' lad, I do. All 'e wants is to know if his daughter is okay. He believes she is, but ev'ry day that passes without her is another day of misery fer 'im."
(CONTACTS ROLL) Someone suddenly remembers they have a shadowy informant on standby. But to summon him, you need a bit of darkness, which the second floor will likely offer.
*Striker appears in the second floor*
"I knew you couldn't stay away forever... to what do I owe the patronage?"
*AFTER THEY EXPLAIN*
"Hm hm.. Very well, I'll find your Vivid of the Crimson Eye, but this time it will cost you. Head back to the mainland, I should have something for you by the time you arrive. We can discuss your payment then..." He fades into the shadows of the boat.
When you return, Striker is sitting in the shade of one of the shacks, munching sloppily on a fresh fish carcass. "Mm, delicious.. Oh hello there, welcome back~"
*IF THEY ASK*
"OH I found whom you were looking for, and she is very much alive..." An eerie moment of silence befalls the entire island, as Dorrin has appeared behind Striker.
"...what? Is there something on my face?" A piece of seaweed falls onto his shoulder, causing him to slowly turn around and gasp strainedly seeing the shark.
Dorrin is staring down at him with the intensity of a man ready to commit murder. "What... did you... just... say..?"
Striker turns to him and indignantly replies. "Now see here, fish breath, I will not be intimidated by the likes of HYEARGH!!" He is grabbed by the neck and lifted clean off his feet, meeting eye to eye with Dorrin, while he grabs at Dorrin's arm to try and free himself.
Dorrin leans in close and stares him in his bug eyes. "You stink of Cassius..."
That makes Striker freeze in place for a moment, before Dorrin drops him onto his ass. He grumbles a bit, but freezes again when Dorrin aims his Spear at him. "Now speak, insect. What do you know?"
Striker nervously gulps, and responds, "She's alive, she's alive! My informants spotted someone with Crimson eyes in Diadem a few days ago! I couldn't get an exact location but she's somewhere in the Essentials district!" When that spear backs away, he sighs deeply, but jumps in place when Dorrin flops on his ass, staring in the sky.
"I knew it... I knew she was alive..." His entire demeanor shifts and softens significantly, and you could almost see a smile on his face and a tear in his eye. He turns to your group after a moment. "Thank you... you have done me a great service. I owe you a debt that will be repaid."
Striker stands up and complains. "What about me?! I'm the one who got the information! Surely I deserve compensation as well!"
Dorrin simply reaches over, grabs him by the head, and pulls him down. "You may live to see another day, vermin." He then accurately throws him backward, Striker screaming the whole time as he flies through the air and falls right through the portal.
Dorrin finally stands back up, raises his Spear in the air, and speaks in a proud voice, "Today is a glorious day! Vivid of the Crimson Eye still lives!!!" And literally everyone on the wharf island cheers at this news. High fives are being exchanged, dancing lines are forming, bottles of booze are appearing out of nowhere.
"And these are the people whom we have to thank for this information. As repayment, I will accept your challenge for any future day, any time. This information is more valuable than any Regalia."
He pauses and turns away before continuing, "But for now, for the first time in a month, I am ready to rest." He slowly walks away, headed for the storage building.
Everyone else, however, is shouting, dancing, and taking drinks of booze in celebration that their island legend is still very much alive.

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## After exiting the BROWN gate,
Your visuals are immediately ensnared by the giant mountainous crags extending straight into the sky, some even with snowy peaks, all eventually wrapping around you in a valley-like formation.
Welcome to the **Mountain** domain!
Welcome to the **Mountain** demense!
You also see a fairly large open space in the valley before you, occupied by a few dozen trees, a small isolated lake, and a large concrete building with a pair of stone benches in front of it, both of which are completely unoccupied.
@ -26,7 +26,7 @@ The right side is a large gym full of legitimately massive workout equipment, an
- He will see you walk in the door, suddenly smiling wide. "Welcome, how can I help you?"
- She will suddenly turn to your group hearing the door open, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. "Hello strangers, can I help you?"
The group will be told basic information about the domain being THE place to get rock solid muscle and consistent results
The group will be told basic information about the demense being THE place to get rock solid muscle and consistent results
- The common ways would be either good old-fashioned working out, or doing some rigorous mountain climbing & hiking.
*IF THEY ASK ABOUT THE BACKPACK*
@ -130,7 +130,7 @@ Jekhyra will do a good old fashioned spit take hearing YOU want to fight HIM, co
Once she stops coughing, Jekhyra will stare at your group in disbelief. "Okay I'm going to assume you are all insane to actually WANT to take on THAT." She will pause to point at Tlaloc, whom is currently doing bicep curls with the stone benches from out front.
Tlaloc will suddenly turn toward the gate, seeing a new group of people come into the domain. You watch him excitedly run toward them like an excited toddler, leaving footprints in the ground with every step.
Tlaloc will suddenly turn toward the gate, seeing a new group of people come into the demense. You watch him excitedly run toward them like an excited toddler, leaving footprints in the ground with every step.
*GIVE THEM A MOMENT TO THINK IT OVER*
You hear a loud thud and see that Tlaloc is suddenly on the ground, bellowing out in pain. You see the group's attention is now turned toward the building. And even from here, you can see one of them is holding a golden sword.

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This warbling gate is a golden ring with a gray magic wall, looking like a slowly moving gray fog
In the graveyard:
https://youtu.be/fX07qD_782Y?si=DipdsPgRYBKiCadk
In the cathedral:
https://youtu.be/6H2JbT4BRDU?si=lvecRpHQf5X5fU8H
## Upon exiting the GRAY gate,
you feel a strange chill run up all your spines. Not from it being cold, but moreso because you find yourself face to face with several rows of tombstones that extend into an unending gray mist.
Welcome to the **Graveyard** demense!
(WILL ROLL)
(Lowest roller) suddenly has the strangest sensation that they don't want to go any further inside. You feel a sense of dread at the thought of what may happen in this massive graveyard.
*IF THEY CONTINUE*
As far as the eye can see is just rows upon rows of graves on both sides. The ones closest to the path itself look brand new, and their dates reflect as such. But other than that and the gray mist, you only see the brick path ahead of you.
(NOTICE roll) You hear a strange kind of noise, like wood on stone creaking and clacking, as well as a few footsteps. Moments later, you spot a body in the distance, obscured by the mist.
The obscured figure is a wolf man with messy silver hair, pulling a wheeled wooden cart behind himself. He will put the cart down a moment later, roll up the sleeves on his black dress shirt, bearing a beat-up gray nametag reading AZRAEL.
*IF THEY SAY ANYTHING OR APPROACH FURTHER*
The wolf man will suddenly turn to your group, his eyes a dull emerald green. He will speak with a soft Tamil accent, "Oh... Abologies, I was focusing on my work."
He steps to the back side of his cart, grabbing an armload of fresh flowers. He walks to the graves beside the main path, kneeling to each one as he mutters a few words in a language NONE of you recognize, then places a few of them on the grave.
(INVESTIGATE ROLL)
- His beat-up nametag has a sticker over it with the text AZRAEL written on it
- His fur hides it well, but he has hypertrophic scars on his forearms, and they wrap around his entire arm
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(The language is SUMERIAN)
(The oldest recorded language in history)
(Tamil sounds similar to middle eastern)
(Replace T with D, P with B, roll the R, soft A)
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*ASK ABOUT DM/REGALIA*
"Abologies, I know id is rude of me, bud I have much work do do before dhe ceremony. Would you be willing do waid inside for me? I will nod be long." He points down the pathway, and the fog is ebbing just enough for the general outline of a much larger building to be seen in the distance.
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You eventually come to a large cathedral-like facility with a massive pair of wide open doors, a sign beside them stating the next FUNERAL SERVICE and what time it starts. There is also a building on either side, not as fancy as the huge cathedral in the middle, but built similarly.
*LEFT BUILDING*
It's a storage facility filled with instruments. A piano, violin, harp, flute, ceremonial drums, and the tools to repair them all. You also spot a box with a couple dozen magic rings in a gray hue
*RIGHT BUILDING*
It's a warehouse with several sets of nice dress clothes in multiple sizes, as well as "pine boxes" in identical sizes, plus shovels, large slabs of stone, chisels, choir gowns, a wooden podium, and a surprisingly large hair and makeup kit.
*OPEN CATHEDRAL*
You enter the main congregation hall, with rows of pews like a church. The elevated stage in the back is holding a podium, an open casket, and a portrait of the deceased.
There are dozens of people in the seats ahead of you, chattering, crying, and even laughing as they support each other. A few people are walking up to the casket every so often to say their goodbyes.
(CONTACTS ROLL) It's a photo of Warton, the elderly bulldog man that ran the bookstore
A younger bulldog man steps forth to the podium as that same grayscale wolf man you met earlier steps up to the piano, playing a soft tune as the bulldog speaks. "Hello, uh.. My name is Peyton, and I'm Warton's son. I want to thank you all for coming out to say your goodbyes and... I'm... I'm sorry, I'm gonna need a moment." He pauses to step away and take a stilling breath.
"My father was a unique kind of guy. Always happy, well read, smartest man I ever met. He was always on the lookout for some new story or book he'd never heard of, loved meeting new people, and all he ever wanted was for others to love stories as much as he did."
"He made sure to read to me every night, and I always felt like I never really told him how much it meant to me that he did..." He paused again, fighting back tears.
"Back when I was a student at Diadem University, they had a class where they went over each known religion's interpretation of the afterlife. They were all different, but the trend showed if you were a decent person, then when you died, you went somewhere amazing or maybe got a better life the next time around."
"I say that to say, this man was quite possibly the kindest, strongest, and most morally upright man I ever knew. And I may not be a religious man, but if any of them turns out to be true, he deserves the absolute best and has MORE than earned it."
He turns to the casket, mic in hand. "Thank you for everything. I just hope that, wherever you are right now, you know that you are now, and always will be, loved."
The audience erupts in applause and comments, a few stepping up on stage to hug him and compliment his bravery. The next person in line, a cardinal man, steps up to speak next.
(NOTICE ROLL) You noticed the music stopped, and the wolf man from earlier is now standing/sitting a few feet from your group.
"Abologies for my indrusion, I hope you do not mind. Bud afder hearing him, I needed do dake a moment for myself. Id is empowering do hear one speak with such passion. And id is clear as day his fadher is so full of pride knowing his son dhinks so highly of him."
*IF THEY ASK HOW HE KNOWS*
"Id is my... gifd, in a sense. In a manner similar do how dhe magic of dhis world has a unique color, dhere is a madching color do dhe emotions of people." He extends his hand for you to touch.
*TOUCH THE HAND*
Everything you can see shifts a bit, the room around you losing its color, and the people themselves now giving vivid colorful glows.
You can see multiple sad people warble in a mix of blue & gray, including Peyton. There are a couple people to the side laughing and being supportive glowing a blend of yellow & violet with wisps of gray mixed in. You spot one person slumped in their seat, glowing an ominous black.
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(INVESTIGATE Roll) It turns out to be Nash, hunkered into a ball somewhat and staring at the floor. He has a blank expression, but his cheeks are stained with tears.
*IF THEY APPROACH*
He will look up to them, give a half-hearted "hey," and go back to staring at the floor.
*IF THEY PRESS*
"I knew Mr. Warton growing up... he helped me learn stuff when I was going through college... I didn't want to believe he was gone, but... yeah..."
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(EMPATHY Roll) You see a person shrouded in gray that wasn't there before you touched his hand, patting Peyton's shoulder with a warm smile, but it looks like Peyton doesn't even notice.
"In dhis life, loss comes from so many blaces, bud none so sdrong as dhe loss of life. Id is such a sdrong loss, dhe sensation can even be feld in dhe afderlife."
(highest roller)'s eyes are acting a bit odd, and are glitching a bit back and forth between normal view and this new mood ring like view.
"Dhad is why dhese ceremonies exisd, so dhose dhad feel dhe loss of dhemselves and dheir loved ones can grieve. Id allows dhad magic do gadher, calls do dhe one dhey all losd, and allows dhem do move on peacefully. Nod say goodbye, bud do come do derms widh whad happened, AND prepare for whad comes nexd, widh no regreds."
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That player has earned a new STUNT:
EYES OF ETERNITY
- +2 on EMPATHY rolls with people in distress
- EMPATHY ROLL to read emotions as a color aura
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His wolf ears will suddenly flick a bit, and he will stand up, staring atraight at the door. "I beliebe we have uninvided guesds.. excuse me." He will quietly walk out the door, making sure to close it behind him.
Moments later, you hear several screams of men AND women just outside, while thankfully the people at the funeral have not heard a word.
*WHEN THEY GO OUTSIDE*
You will see the thickest blanket of gray mist outside the doors, but you THINK you can also recognize the outline of seven or eight people, the closest one looking like the wolf man.
His back is turned to your group, and he steps forward, causing all the people he is facing to jump backwards a bit. You even hear one of them scream STAY BACK!!!
You see the faint outline of something extending from his hand, but it is obscured by the mist. "None of you are on dhe lisd... I advise you leave before dhad changes..."
In a fashion identical to an old horror movie, you hear several of the people suddenly shriek and run in the opposite direction.
He will turn to your group, the mist slowly evaporating and his hands empty. "Abologies, id was some eh... barty crashers, here do ruin dhe ceremony."
"Now dhad we are oudside, I believe now is a good dime for indroductions..." He reaches to his nametag and yanks off the sticker, revealing an equally banged up series of letters spelling THANATOS.
"My name is Thanatos, and I am dhe Masder and caredaker of dhis, dhe Deadh demense. Id is a bleasure do officially meed you."
*IF ASKED ABOUT CHALLENGE*
He sighs a bit. "Drudhfully I would nod be able do do this right now, as I have many ceremonies to berform doday. Dhis one should be just aboud over, and a new one shall begin soon afder."
Just as he says that, everyone at the funeral files out the front doors, casket at the very front in the arms of four men, the rest following with all the photos and flowers in hand.
One of the grieving women, an elderly cardinal, walks over to Thanatos, sniffing and tearing up. "Thank you for such a lovely ceremony, sir. You did everything perfectly." He kneels down so he is at her eye level, taking her hands in his and smiling softly at her.
"A gread man deserves nodhing less dhan do be surrounded by friends and family, no differend dhan in life. All I did was provide dhe venue. Your people... dhey made dhe ceremony come do life."
She suddenly jumps up and hugs him tightly, bawling into his shoulder for a moment, and he eventually returns her embrace. And that is when she realizes your group standing right behind him.
She quickly releases him and covers her mouth with both hands over a soft gasp, taking a step back, and straightens her outfit out a bit. "I-Im so sorry, I didn't see you there.. I'm Rowena. I'm here for the service.. obviously.." She pauses and looks to Thanatos. "Are these your friends, or..?"
He replies hesitantly, "Dhey are nod friends ber se, dhey are.. a fudure abboindmend."
She gasps a bit and walks up to you all, wiping her eyes with a tissue. "I'm so sorry for your loss. My husband just lost his closest friend and gambling buddy."
Thanatos reaches down and holds her shoulder. "Acdually no, dhere is no loss. Dhey have a differend kind of abboindmend."
She turns to him a bit confused. "You do other things than funerals here?"
"Indeed. We host birdhday bardies, ghosd sdory nighds, and slam poedry readings on weekends." And she bursts out laughing, which catches the attention of the entire congregation as they set up the carry to the burial. He kindly ushers her to go back to her event, and she staggers off, laughing the whole way.
"Dhad is dhe kind of momend I exisd for. Despide dhe endless flow of dears, she found a momend do share a smile. And now, dhad smile will become as infecdious as the woe dhad broughd dhem here. And she knows if she can smile ad a dime like dhis, dhen... she will be okay." By the time he stops talking, the entire group of people she was part of are all bellowing in laughter.
(Whoever kept the eye ability can see her blue sadness fading into yellow joy, as does many others)
"Id is dime for me do begin proceedings for dhe next ceremony... bud I meand whad I said when I referred to you as a fudure abboindmend. Come back on any fudure dade and we shall have your challenge. For now, I have much do do."
He will step away from your group, heading back into the cathedral and slamming the doors behind him.

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The warbling gate is a golden ring with a green magic wall, looking like a slow swirling tornado
In the meadow:
https://youtu.be/TZSA5HbOIEA?si=LsifjOBxxEd7iTrq
In the Archery range:
https://youtu.be/D9X-bE51G08?si=v7PRWVioJGvBxWTb
## Upon exiting the GREEN gate,
you feel the gentlest of breezes grazing your faces, you hear the lightest rustling of leaves in nearby trees, and as far as the eye can see is almost all lush green grasses, only sparsely populated by the occasional tree. The sky is as blue as the ocean, only decorated by a few small clouds, and for the first time since you entered the island, you are greeted by almost pure silence.
Welcome to the **Grasslands** demense!
(ATHLETICS ROLL)
The silence is abruptly interrupted by a sputtering noise coming from right beside your group, a horse head leaning down and nibbling the shirt sleeve of (lowest roller). You notice the horse is inside a large wooden corral connected to a stable with a dozen different shape and size horses, all behind a sign on the front that reads "Villi's Fillies, Rentals 10z."
*IF ANYONE COMMENTS ON IT*
A female voice from behind you speaks out. "Knock it off Rosa, they don't have food for you!"
The gate is attached to a fairly large boulder, and lying atop said Boulder stretched out is a white kitsune, her arms under her head as she stares into the sky, one leg crossed over the other. "Dont worry about the horses, long as you don't mess with them, they won't mess with you too much."
*ASKS ABOUT HER*
She doesn't really move, but her head turns a little toward you. "Name's Villi. You new here? Most people know this to be the place for some peace and quiet."
*ASKING ABOUT DM/REGALIA*
She sits upright and perks her ears, listening for a moment before pointing out a rather large oak tree in the distance. "You want Corentin, he's that way. Either practicing or sleeping on some warm rock." At best, you're looking at an hour of foot travel.
*IF ANYONE COMPLAINS*
She will roll her eyes a bit. "Follow me." She jumps down to the other side of the rock, stepping out from behind it and walking into the ranch's main entrance.
*IF THEY FOLLOW*
She will lead you into a walkway outside of the main pen, a few of the horses within approaching your group curiously. "Walking would take a while, but if you were to ride THESE, you'd get there in a few minutes."
*IF YES*
She will guide (1/2 the number of players rounded up) horses toward the entrance, and straps a double seated saddle on each. "Pick your pairs, I don't have enough single saddles for all of you right now." While you decide, she will also put on a simple set of reigns, holding them for your group.
*REGARDLESS OF WHICH OPTION*
As you travel through the lush grasses, you see mostly open greenery all being pushed around by a light breeze, and you hear leaves rustling in the nearby trees. Other than that, it's a quiet calm journey to the largest tree you can see.
(NOTICE ROLL) You detect a peculiar scent in the air, something delicate and sweet. And it gets stronger as you approach the tree.
You arrive at your destination, and it sticks out alot more than you'd expect. The first thing you notice is the grass in front tof the tree is kept incredibly short, while the grass AROUND it almost acts like a tall natural fence line.
The tree itself is huge and healthy, about 50 feet wide at its base and easily just as tall. There are also some ropes hanging from some of its higher branches to the ground.
To the left is a fairly large wooden corral with a dozen horses inside, wearing similar saddle and bridle sets as Villie's.
To the right is a fenced in garden with rows upon rows of bushes covered in flowers, which is where the scent appears to be coming from.
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*CORRAL*
All the horses inside are casually eating grass or drinking from a nearby trough of water, all of them wearing saddles, most of which are single seaters. The corral doorway has a large sign on it saying "hold your horses" and a latched gate that CAN be opened from the outside.
(IF THEY BROUGHT HORSES)
The gate opens easily enough, and the horses walk inside with mo real complaint. Yours happen to be the only ones with double length saddles, so picking them out will be easy. And your horses seem pretty content in here, as the first thing they do is go for the nearby food trough.
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*GARDEN*
There are a dozen rows of bush that stretch out several yards back, all contained within a handcrafted wooden fence. The lattice archway at the entrance is about eight feet high and ten feet wide, with a wooden sign on the left stating "Camellia Sinensis" and an identical sign on the right stating "free to take."
The bushes all look identical from beginning to end, some having flowers and some having tiny brown or green berries. The bushes that DO have flowers are either a brilliant white or with some small amounts of pink, seven or eight petals each, with yellow stamen in each of them.
(ACADEMICS ROLL) Camellia Sinensis is the scientific name for the Tea Plant. You are looking at an acre-sized tea garden.
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*OAK TREE*
You couldn't see it from so far away, but there is a large treehouse hidden inside its higher branches. It is masterfully crafted, shaped right in and around the branches themselves, blending in seamlessly. There is also a rope ladder AND a climbing rope leading up to it.
*IF THEY CALL UP*
You get no response except for some chirping of birds around you.
*IF THEY CLIMB IN*
The treehouse has a front landing that stretches a good 5 feet out from the front, and there is no real front door. The inside is surprisingly well crafted and cozy, full of breezy open windows, and comprised of three main rooms: the living room, the kitchen to the left, and the bedroom to the right.
- The central room has a wood and wicker double couch & single chair set with a coffee table in between them all, and a fireplace centered behind them.
- The left doorway leads to the fully functional kitchen, including a wooden table & chairs, cabinets full of glass & wood dishware, shelves full of jars of dried leaves, an actual metal sink, and an old-fashioned ice box fridge.
- The right doorway leads to the bedroom, which is fairly empty aside from a couple small tables around what LOOKS like it should be a bed, but it resembles a giant fabric sack full of... hay or straw?
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(INVESTIGATE ROLL) From the higher-up window, you can see what looks like the backyard, and it is FILLED with people of all ages and types doing all sorts of activities. Which you completely missed because the giant tree itself completely blocked your line of sight.
*BEHIND THE TREE*
You spot not only a couple dozen people, but also a group of tables & chairs with people crafting things in the middle, yoga practicers on the left, kite flyers on the right, and archers in the back shooting targets FAR into the distance.
This explains why you couldn't hear them, everyone is doing quiet activities.
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*YOGA*
You see one instructor, a swan woman in a black leotard, leading a group of nine other men and women in stretching exercises. They bend in a myriad of directions that you... never really expected a person to be flexible enough to bend in, honestly.
The teacher advises everyone to take a ten minute break, then approaches your group with a smile and a towel slung over her neck. "Hello, can I help you?"
*SENT BY SISTER SCHOOL*
"Oh you met my twin sister, lovely. This is where we host our classes, as this grassland is so open and free for everyone to bond with nature. But some people prefer a more... rigid facility, so we co-opted the gym building. Were you interested in signing up for one of our schools?"
*DM/REGALIA*
"Oh you're here to see Corentin? I believe he is practicing his Archery today a bit farther down."
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*TABLES*
The eight or so people relaxing at the table seem to be doing arts and crafts projects with the twigs, berries, and leaves of nearby trees. Some of them appear to be makeshift arrow shafts, others look like they're stripping the leaves and petals of the flowers from the front yard.
*IF THEY ASK*
A young boy in an indigo hoodie and white shorts turns to your group, his green nametag reading CAELUM. He hops down from his seat at the table, hands in pockets, and approaches you. "Can I help you?"
*DM/REGALIA*
He points toward the archers. "Corentin should be that way. Just ask the other archers."
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*KITES*
The four people flying kites are all lying in the grass, each one's kites string tied to their ankle or wrist and actively being guided in the soft wind. One is flying a diamond kite, one is flying a square box kite, and one is flying a mini hot air balloon.
*APPROACH*
The four people in the grass are actually a group of identical looking geckos, and they all look up to you at the same time. "Yes?"(x4)
*DM/REGALIA*
They all pointed their respective kite-holding appendages toward the archers. "That way." (x4)
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You spot five different people in all manner of dress, aiming what looks like homemade arrows in professional grade old fashioned wood bows and firing them. Most of them actually make their mark, aside from one or two that break on release, but that doesn't seem to deter anyone.
*APPROACH*
A moth woman with black hair tied in a ponytail turns to you, lowering her bow. She's wearing an old fashioned white kyudogi training shirt, and a bright red hakama long skirt, and a green nametag reading BELL. Her eyes carry a tired expression, but she approaches with an odd amount of grace. "Good afternoon, can I help you?"
*DM/REGALIA*
She nods quietly. "Follow me, please." She walks a bit farther into the grassy distance to another cut down clearing, where there sits a solitary green snake man in a loose fitting white Japanese Yukata with blue sky sleeve ends. The right arm is completely slid off, revealing the black shirt with red trim underneath, only barely obscured by the quiver of arrows on his back.
"Lord Corentin, you have visitors." Instead of responding, he pulls out a fresh arrow and pulls it back in his bow, aiming it directly at the sky in complete silence, holding perfectly still.
*AFTER ANY RESPONSE*
His eyes slowly open and reveal the serpent slits within, before turning and launching the arrow in a seemingly random direction, staying in the air for several seconds before finally coming down and disappearing in the taller grass. And the moment it disappears, you hear a young voice in the far distance shout "OW! SON OF A BITCH!"
A far off head suddenly stands up, looking like a human woman under a bandana, rubbing her forehead and holding the arrow in her hand, which you now see is tipped with a green rubber ball. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?! WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"
*IF ANYONE ASKS ABOUT HER SAYING 'WE'*
*OR IF NOONE NOTICES, (NOTICE ROLL)*
Several more people pop up form the grass, one of whom smacks her upside the back of the head. They will suddenly charge your group and the archers, revealing themselves to be Marauders.
But right when they get close, the blue rubber ball on the arrow will suddenly POP, causing them all to scream that their ears are now either hurting immensely, or they can't hear.
*ALL ENEMIES WILL HAVE DISADV UNTIL THE START OF THEIR SECOND TURNS*
*CORENTIN WILL BE JOINING THE FIGHT AND PROVIDING COVER FIRE*
AFTER THE FIGHT
The Marauders lie in a heap, many of them with ears bleeding. Corentin slithers closer, his bowstring broken. "You have disturbed the peace of my demense. I would like to know why."
The one out of the group that can actually hear him will reply, "That's what we were sent here to do! It's literally our job!"
The archer will close his eyes and shake his head in disappointment, before pulling down the other sleeve of his yukata and unfurling a large pair of reptilian scaled wings, an array of deep emerald green scales glittering in the sun.
"Please take your occupational hazards elsewhere." He then flaps his wings once, twice, three times, each one blasting a larger and larger gust of air until it begins to circle the Marauders on the ground, picking each one up into a windy cyclone, all of them suddenly ascending into the sky in a dizzying spiral and headed straight for the gate.
*IF THEY ASK*
All but one are unanimously flung through the gate by the air current, the last one flopping on the ground in front of it. And when he raises his head, his eyes are greeted by the sight of Villi, cracking her knuckles.
*BACK AT YOUR GROUP*
The archer collapses his wings with a soft sigh, resleeving his yukata over his left arm only as before, then finally turns to you. "I appreciate your assistance in removing the troublemakers. I do not have much to offer in compensation, but would you like to join me for a cup of tea?"
*BACK AT THE TREEHOUSE*
He hangs his broken bow and arrows by the door on wooden hooks, slithering to his kitchen, coming out with three kettles, all of which are placed in the fireplace. He lights a match to start a fire in it, the smoke rolling out the top and out a fairly well hidden chimney. "While the kettles warm, why don't we discuss what brings you here today?"
As you chat, he will grab a jar of honey and (number of players +1) cups out of his cupboard, placing them on a nearby table, each with a saucer and a spoon.
*HE WILL POUR TEA FOR EVERYONE AS THEY TALK*
The first kettle will pour white tea for anyone wanting something sweet and fruity.
The second kettle will pour green tea for anyone wanting something flowery and earthy.
The third kettle will pour black tea for anyone wanting something malty and spiced.
*WHEN DM/REGALIA IS MENTIONED*
"My Regalia is no longer in my possession. It was stolen from me some months ago." He oddly doesn't seem to care that much about it, treating it no differently than losing a sock he would never use.
*IF THEY ASK WHY HE DOESNT SEEM TO CARE*
"Well it wouldn't do for a demense master of the most Serene paradise in all of Diadem to stress over such things, would it? The living embodiment of peace in the most peaceful demense showing stress would be... counterintuitive."
"All the demense and their respective masters are direct reflections of each other. Tell me, which ones have you visited thus far?"
(READ OFF THE FOLLOWING BASED ON WHICH ONES THEY SAY THEY HAVE VISITED SO FAR)
- Aodaghan has a location with a fiery attitude no different than his own, with an endless task he could labor over forever.
- Conroy has a knowledge base to potentially sate his endless curiosity for new information.
- Zahir has a place of whimsy and smiles, somewhere he could celebrate endlessly.
- Dorrin has a vast and unending depth he could work out his frustrations without breaking his vow of stoicism.
- Arledge has a bountiful paradise, where the land would always yield an endless supply of goods for everyone to enjoy together.
- Miranda has the unyielding vastness of space to look upon all the ahem... potential friends she could one day meet.
- Whitaker has a hiding place of slowly growing isolation, where it is as cold to others as others have been toward him.
- Fulmo has a stormy land that reflects his powerful and steadfast view of the law and its refined absolutism.
- Thanatos has a proper ceremonial grounds and final resting place for those whom have passed.
- Cassius has the most dangerous and solitary place imaginable, somewhere as empty physically as he is emotionally.
- Tlaloc has a land of endless challenge, a kind of playground for him to constantly climb to greater heights.
"As for mine, it is a peaceful home, somewhere where stress and aggravation can be left behind, and one could embrace the true sensation of serenity. Not just in the gentle sound of the winds, but also in sight of the rustling leaves from the vine, the smell of the inviting flowers, the taste of the cleanest & purest air, and the feel of the softest grass pressing against one's skin. This place is a delight to all five senses, and embodies the purest aspect of peace."
He looks down at his cup of tea, noticing a small twig of a tea leaf floating upright. "Speaking of... I don't fancy myself a therapist, but I can see some of you are very stressed for a multitude of reasons, and I doubt it has much to do with the Marauders either. Perhaps while you are here, we could discuss what ails you?"
HE WILL ATTEMPT TO LISTEN AND REASON THROUGH THEIR ISSUES, PROVIDED THEY WISH TO SHARE ABOUT THEM
After the conversation, he will stretch his arms high over his head. "Today has been a rather exciting day... I believe it is my turn to relax... If you happen to come across my bow, please do return it to me, and we can discuss a potential challenge then. In the meantime, feel free to enjoy my demense anytime you like."

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Caelum will walk in and turn to your group, raising his hands in a half-hearted attempt at being entertaining. "Well here it is, my... 'Domain' I guess, following this place's stupid rules. I call it the Seeker Domain." He heads in a bit deeper, and waves your group to come kn half heartedly. You didn't quite spot it at first, but there are SOME small objects in the room.
Caelum will walk in and turn to your group, raising his hands in a half-hearted attempt at being entertaining. "Well here it is, my... 'demense' I guess, following this place's stupid rules. I call it the Seeker demense." He heads in a bit deeper, and waves your group to come kn half heartedly. You didn't quite spot it at first, but there are SOME small objects in the room.
You see a decent sized bed, a few sturdy wood & leather chairs, a lit fireplace with the smoke rising into the infinite above, a series of black candles lit atop the mantle, and a small table with some open books & papers on it near the chairs.
@ -25,7 +25,7 @@ He eill shrug a little. "There's no real definition for 'what' I am here, but th
His eyes suddenly sink a little as he thinks about that one, looking a bit sad. "I came here from another reality... one where everything was in a perpetual cycle, and no matter how hard anyone tried, it always ended up the same. Everything turned out well there... But, something else came up. So I left. Ended up here on accident, probably because it had... elements of my home I didn't want to leave behind."
*ASK ABOUT DM/REGALIA*
"If you are looking to fight me as you would a Domain Master, I can fill the part. I am only able to do so on a technicality, because of this island's... rules." He will stand up and approach your group, looking at all of you with a serious glint in his eye.
"If you are looking to fight me as you would a demense Master, I can fill the part. I am only able to do so on a technicality, because of this island's... rules." He will stand up and approach your group, looking at all of you with a serious glint in his eye.
"I should warn you, my magic is vastly different from the Masters. I would severely limit myself, but it will not be an easy fight, I have to stress this above all else. And just like in their CHALLENGES, you can surrender anytime you want. You could come back and try again."
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Caelum will slowly lower himself to the ground, dismiss the cat-like form & staff, and walk toward your group. "I commend you for your efforts."
IF THEY LOSE & CAELUM IS AT 3/4 HEALTH
"You did better than most would this early in your journey, you should take pride in this. Feel free to try again anytime." The door to the Domain will open for your group.
"You did better than most would this early in your journey, you should take pride in this. Feel free to try again anytime." The door to the demense will open for your group.
IF THEY LOSE & CAELUM IS AT 1/2 HEALTH
"You were truly impressive. But I know you can all do better." He will then comment on areas where your team could improve. The door to the Domain will open for your group.
"You were truly impressive. But I know you can all do better." He will then comment on areas where your team could improve. The door to the demense will open for your group.
IF THEY LOSE & CAELUM IS AT 1/4 HEALTH
"You were close, very close. (I can see why people would call you Kings.) Though this might be your limit, unless you try a little harder." The door to the Domain will open for your group.
"You were close, very close. (I can see why people would call you Kings.) Though this might be your limit, unless you try a little harder." The door to the demense will open for your group.
IF THEY WIN
"You defeated me fair and square, fantastic job. Your last attack almost hurt. I had my doubts if your tactics would work, but you surprised me. And I will keep my promise. What would each of you request for your prize?"
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They can ask for any of his spells
They can ask ALMOST any question
- They can NOT ask about the identity of the FACES, the CROOKED KING, the GOLD WEAPONS, what the DOMAIN MASTERS & REGALIA are, etc
- They can NOT ask about the identity of the FACES, the CROOKED KING, the GOLD WEAPONS, what the demense MASTERS & REGALIA are, etc
(ANYTHING STORY RELEVANT)
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"If I had to put a number to it, it was roughly 0.000001% of my full potential."
WHAT IS WITH THE CANDLE
"It's a menorah. It's bound to me about as much as a Regalia is to Domain Master."
"It's a menorah. It's bound to me about as much as a Regalia is to demense Master."
WILL YOU FIGHT US AT FULL POWER
"No. Not unless you want a fight you cannot win."
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Once everyone has been given what they desire, the door will open to his Domain. He will follow your group out and mention, "If you ever want your um.. abilities adjusted.. I think you've earned the right to have that done for free now." He will wave your group off as he reassumes his place behind the counter. "Good luck out there, Kings of Kings."
Once everyone has been given what they desire, the door will open to his demense. He will follow your group out and mention, "If you ever want your um.. abilities adjusted.. I think you've earned the right to have that done for free now." He will wave your group off as he reassumes his place behind the counter. "Good luck out there, Kings of Kings."

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This gate is a golden ring with an orange magic wall, looking like an hourglass but significantly slower
ORANGE demense
In the Library:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nT_Ql8kwm4M
In the back lab:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Y-PFMU_NiM
## Upon exiting the ORANGE gate,
you stumble on your way out of it and land on all fours one after the other in a pile of sand. You also notice a distinct dryness in the air, like it is devoid of moisture.
Looking up, your gaze is immediately captured by two triangular (lime)stone structures, easily hundreds of feet tall. But beyond that, all you see is endless miles of sand.
Welcome to the DESERT demense!
*BEHIND YOU*
The gate itself is angled backward at about 45 degrees, as it is physically built into the angled wall of a third pyramid. You DO spot a pair of staircases going right around the Gate and up the stone incline to an opening about six feet high and six feet wide.
The other pyramids have identical stairways leading up to identical doorways, but each only has one set of stairs.
*IF THEY GO IN*
The pathway inside is about 50 feet deep, and slowly expands out wider and taller as you go deeper. It ends at a pair of ten foot tall iron doors, both of which have iron handles covered in hieroglyphics, and one has a sign with raised letters stating PULL.
*IF THEY GO IN*
You feel an immediate wave of coolness break the heat as you peer into what might be the largest library you have ever seen.
The floors are sandstone in hue with orange carpets trimmed in black, and you see decorative hieroglyphics all along the higher parts of the walls casting a glowing light that illuminates the whole building.
Before you are rows of bookshelves reaching heights well exceeding a second story building's, the columns easily double digit, and the depth too far to immediately spot with the naked eye.
To the far right is a series of tables, chairs, and couches being sparsely occupied by people reading, barring one tiger man taking a nap with a book over his face. There is also a card catalogue off in the corner with a sign saying USE AT YOUR OWN RISK.
To the left is a check-in / check-out station that also doubles as a merchandise space selling bookmarks, colorful book covers, comfy bookbags, magic rings in an orange hue, and several other bits and bobbles. But at the moment there is noone behind the counter and a sign on it saying BACK SHORTLY
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*CARD CATALOGUE*
The catalogue drawer itself looks relatively normal, aside from there only being one drawer.
*OPEN IT*
You pull it open, and it reveals name card after name card in an organized rack, so many so that you could step backwards and it would just keep on coming.
The sleeping tiger man will walk over to you, eyes closed and barely awake. "Oi mate... you know this is a MAGICAL library, right? You opened the drawer without an inquiry and now it's showing lit'rally every book it can think of."
He pushes the drawer shut with one swift motion, pulling you with it. "Just ask the drawer for something specific and it'll shrink the options." He will suddenly flop back onto the couch, curling up and resuming his cat nap in peace.
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*THE BOOKSHELVES*
While exploring the seemingly endless shelves of books, you will randomly spot a quick trace of a person waltzing by just out of sight.
(NOTICE Roll) (Results highest to lowest)
- You see a furred and clawed hand placing a book on a shelf, but the person is suddenly gone
- You hear rumbling and just BARELY dodge someone in a white coat whizzing by on a wheeled ladder
- You see someone's wobbly legs as they round a corner with a pile of books ten feet tall
- You jump in place when a book falls off the shelf amd lands at your feet.
The title reads "the Diadem Magical Manuscript," an almost ancient hardback book with bent golden corners.
*OPEN IT*
The inside is filled to the brim with multiple languages of scribbles of information you barely make out as magical in nature.
(INVESTIGATE roll) You make out a legible section almost at the end of the book, and it's about the twelve unique elements of magic. You see a 12 color pie chart with no indicators, but below it is some worn out text
*The twelve fonts of magic...*
(ILLEGIBLE)
*...defining concepts of the universe*
- Destruction and Restoration
- Strength and Flexibility
- Beginning and End
- Quickness and Slowness
- Where and When
- All and Nothing
(ILLEGIBLE)
*...balance is key...*
(ILLEGIBLE)
*...thirteenth force that counters...*
(ILLEGIBLE)
*IF THEY GO TO THE COUNTER*
When you approach the counter, the sign has SOMEHOW changed to now read RING BELL FOR SERVICE, and there is a bell you swear was not there before.
*RING THE BELL*
A tiger man suddenly stands up from behind the library counter, as if he was always there just out of sight.
He flips his dark brown ponytail behind his shoulder, straightens his spectacles, adjusts his white flowing longcoat trimmed in black over his black tee shirt, and adds an orange nametag reading CONROY. "Ello ello! 'ow can I help you?"
*IF THEY ASK*
The tiger man that was asleep on the couch is, indeed, gone.
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Upon being asked any question he cannot readily answer, he will duck down out of sight before what appears to be his hand slams the book down before your group from behind you all, and slides back behind the counter nonchalantly before opening the book up to the appropriate page for the information you need.
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*ISLAND HISTORY / DM / REGALIA*
He will do a doubletake and suddenly reach down, yanking out a hundred-years-old golden tome with bent corners, slamming it before your group on the table with a plume of dust.
He will open it, showing the pages are very much singed and genuinely ancient paper, before landing on a page. "Ah, here we are! The island was constructed... according to this, 547 years ago, but the purpose behind it has been worn and damaged..."
Ah! It mentions finding the twelve champions and earning their treasures, they will be your keys to... freedom.. wish... it's a bit hard to read, but there is SOME form of a prize at the end of it all. Can't really gleam much else, these pages are badly damaged..."
He flips through the rest of the pages, looking for anything else of use, one of the pages crumbling against his fingertips, causing him to whimper a little. "Well... that's upsetting... I'll need to see about restoring this book somewhow, I suppose... but that's for another day." He puts the book down under the counter out of the way. "Anything else I can help you with?"
*IF THEY ARE DONE*
"Wait a tic! Since I 'elped you, perhaps you can 'elp me in return? See, we have a small ritual here where, when a new person arrives, we 'ave them contribute to the library. I would only need a moment of your time, if that's alright?"
*IF YES*
"Wonderful! Follow me please!" He takes you entirely out of the pyramid, and into the entrance of the pyramid to its immediate right. Inside you see a massive laboratory filled with a few sectioned off areas, each one full of beakers & test tubes, burners & freezers, microscopes & petri dishes, and all manners of bright lights & VERY old machinery anyone would recognize from any old horror movie.
He guides you to the back-right corner of the room, to a strange circular metal chamber with an orange magic circle drawn on the ground, and a panel containing an orange slab of stone with odd writing on it.
"The process is quite simple, this magic circle simply reads your mind and body for anything knowledge-based, checks it against any pre-existing books, and either fills in the blanks or writes whole new ones. Now if you would be so kind?"
He guides you inside the metal tube and has you stand as close to the center as you can manage. "Now just stand right there, keep your eyes closed, and..."
He slams his hand onto the orange stone tablet and causes it to jump to life, causing a small swirling sandstorm to surround you all. Each pellet glows with a soft orange light before taking off into the entryway, causing the cat to giggle with glee as he stares at the orange stone panel. "Fantastic! 17 books finished, 83 furthered along, 9 sequels, and (player number) all new ones just for you!"
An explosion occurs just outside the doorway to the lab, a small body careening across the room in a high overhead arc, headed straight for the nearby wall.
*IF THEY DO NOTHING*
The body slams into the wall with a dull thud before slooowly sliding down to the floor. Conroy dashes over to the body, picking it up and dusting it off to reveal a young boy, barely double digit age in a singed indigo hoodie, his orange nametag reading CAELUM.
"Caelum?! What have I told you about doing your dangerous experiments inside the lab?! You do that OUT IN THE DESERT or the third Pyramid so the property damage is minimized!" He sets the boy down on his own two feet, and the boy responds by coughing up a bit of soot.
"Sorry, I just had this idea for that gold potion and I had to work on... it..." He slowly turns to your group, eyes wide and just now realizing you were there. "Uh... hello..?"
Conroy sighs and hangs his head. "Remember your manners, Caelum." He will look back at your group, guiding Caelum toward you all. "This is Caelum, my protégé. When he's not spending his free time here, he runs the pet shop in Diadem. He also fancies himself an alchemist. Mostly potions and such, but he loves to dabble in 'humanimal transmutation.'"
Caelum gets a bit huffy and extends his hand to your group, speaking with a bit of embarrassed irritation. "It's nice to meet you all.. if you need anything animal related, or.. maybe wanna.. experiment with my alchemical concoctions, you know where to find me.."
THE PLAYERS HAVE UNLOCKED THE ABILITY
TO RESET AND RESPEC THEIR SKILL POINTS
Conroy smiles seeing him genuinely try. "There's a lad, your mother would be so proud. Anyhoo, I should be returning to work, plenty of people here need a good book. But if you need any help with information, feel free to stop by anytime you'd like! I assume you can see yourselves out?"
Conroy and Caelum both head out the door of the lab together, and you can very clearly hear him talking Caelum up for attempting to be social with someone for the first time in a while.

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This warbling gate is a golden ring with a pink magic wall, looking perfectly plain aside from some faint sparkles of white appearing randomly
On the satellite:
https://youtu.be/Sf4oFaelTr4?si=p631VDqPUIAulWLE
During the fashion show:
https://youtu.be/GTrs4QNzGPc?si=NppldyIjVhngVdA4
## Upon exiting the PINK gate,
you feel the strangest sensation of physical unbalance, as though everything is moving beneath you, not unlike the unsteady sensation of riding a boat that never goes down.
(Do NOT tell them this until they figure it out for themselves)
(Welcome to the **Satellite** demense!)
(Be coy with the reveal, it is unique for a reason)
Once you get your bearings, you realize that (for the first time) the gate took you inside a building, but it's very plain and metallic. The leftmost and rightmost walls are wall-to-wall semi-reflective black, with several onlookers staring at them in amazement.
The wall straightahead is just gray metal with an array of doors with lines of people in front of them. The gate behind you is bound to an identical metal wall, minus the doors. Even the floor beneath you has an odd hollow thud to it despite the carpet paneling.
The center of the room is occupied by a large elevated stage with an extended walkway path, surrounded by about 50 chairs in an oval shape. A few chairs are occupied by well dressed attendees, writers, and photographers, all chatting with each other in excitement.
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*STAGE / SEATS*
A binturong woman with shoulder-length brown hair in a stunning blue dress & matching high heels with a gold nametag reading CELINA notices you, pulls out a pen & notepad, and approaches. "Hi there, Celina from Diadem Daily, care to stop for an interview?"
She will mostly ask generic questions regarding who you are, if you're native or immigrated, and how they're enjoying Diadem so far. Also, every answer you give, she writes down flawlessly without even looking at her notepad.
*ONCE THEY ANSWER*
She scribbles the last question's information down the fastest. "Oookay, thank you for indulging me, but I get the feeling you have some questions for me as well?"
*DM/REGALIA*
"Oh she'll be out here soon, she always 'graces her audiences with her presence' toward the tail end of her shows." She pauses and leans in a little. "Personally I think it's a little obnoxious, but..." She leans back out. "...she mostly does it to drum up applause for the models. Which they deserve."
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*BLACK WALLS*
The people standing around these half-reflective walls are either chatting with each other quietly or staring at them with a weird look of quiet amazement.
*APPROACH SOMEONE*
A young gopher man aims an old-fashioned camera in your direction, but pauses and lowers it. "Wait a sec, I recognize you... you're from the Marauder incident some time ago, right? Okay now I HAVE to take a photo!" Your group will be momentarily blinded from the bulb flash, and he will squee in excitement. "AWESOME! Once I get it printed, I'm gonna bring it to you guys to autograph!"
*DM/REGALIA*
"She's here getting ready in the back, I got her photo when I came in. Gonna add that one to my personal collection, she is a stunning view." He pauses to turn to the wall before continuing. "Though gotta say... this view is a close second.
(INVESTIGATE Roll)
- The walls are covered in glass panels, which is why they are reflective.
- You spot several very tiny white dots in the distance, and they are faintly glittering.
- Looking down, you spot one object in the distance, a rather large sphere. Msotly blue, but with some smaller spots of white, green, and brown. And it is MASSIVE.
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*DOORS*
The farthest left door is guarded by a pair of suit wearing gentlemen, clearly bodyguards.
The middle-left door has a large sign on it saying ZERO G ROOM, and has a small line of people in front of it, mostly children.
The middle-right door has a sign over it saying CRAFT ROOM, with a shorter line of mostly adults.
The farthest right door is an open doorway leading to another segment of the station, specifically some kind of on-site store.
----- *GUARDED ROOM*
The two well dressed Doberman guards standing at about six foot seven with sunglasses on (because of course they do) stare at your group, arms crossed. They tell you straight out that noone is allowed in Miranda's private quarters without permission or an invitation, and they know you all have neither.
----- *ZERO G ROOM*
Once you wait in the line, which takes all of fifteen minutes, you are met at the door by a teenage boy in an indigo hoodie, the hood drawn up and his pink nametag reading CAELUM. He tells you that entry into the room is only 10z for 5 minutes, and that covers your group of no more than six people.
*IF THEY GO IN*
The room is about 50 feet long, tall, and wide, the walls and ceiling lined with thin padding in a square grid formation. Once the door shuts behind you, you suddenly feel completely weightless.
The next five minutes are available to do whatever you like while behind these doors in a true zero gravity environment.
Once those five minutes are over, the gravity will slowly re-engage and lower your group to the ground, and the doors will open for you all to leave.
----- *CRAFT ROOM*
Once you wait in the line, which takes all of fifteen minutes, you see it is literally just a massive crafting studio with a dozen tables worth of sewing machines and clothing racks all across the room, each one well maintained and with a unique clothing pattern schematic.
A bat in a black vest over a button front white shirt and black slacks, his pink nametag reading JAMIR, steps forward, acting like a tour guide.
He quickly explains (in a showy fashion) that THIS is the room where the magic happens, where all her clothes are hand crafted by herself and the volunteer students from Diadem College and Diadem Trade School.
He even shows a few mannequins with some incomplete design ideas, and says everyone is free to use any of the bolts of cloth and sewing machines if they want to try their hand at making something of their own. And, if Miranda sees it and likes it, she may either wear it herself or have it made for her stores, guaranteeing credit AND compensation for the idea and hard work.
----- *STORE*
The store is more of a boutique loaded with what can only be YEARS worth of designer clothing, filled to the brim with every manner of shirt, skirt, top, one two & three piece outfit, multiple matching sets of shoes for each, magic rings in a pink hue, and tons of other accessories.
*BUYING*
The register is ran by a seven foot antelope man in a black vest over a button front white shirt and black slacks with a pink nametag reading LEO.
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*LATER*
Several more people have shown up since you started walking around, mostly curious onlookers like you but in decent dressy clothing, but a few of them being fashionista types that you'd expect to see at a place like this.
The lights begin to dim around the room, except for over the stage in the center, which cuases everyone to scramble for a decent seat. A very young boy in an indigo hoodie with the hood pulled back, white shorts, short white hair, and a pink nametag reading CAELUM steps out on stage, microphone in hand.
He looks a little nervous speaking in front of an audience, but he steels himself after a moment and speaks very bravely into the mic. "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for attending Madam Miranda's fashion show! We are here to show off the latest and greatest omni-seasonal line of clothing for year-round function AND fashion!"
The 15 minute show, although awkward to anyone who has never attended one, goes off completely flawlessly. In sequence, you see models wearing:
- Sporty summer clothing in muted colors being shown off by athletic students
- Fall clothing in earthly toned colors shown off by theater students
- Winter clothing being a split between straight black or solid white ensembles worn by poetry students
- The spring line being all about weather resistant and vibrant ponchos & umbrellas with Easter color sweaters thrown in worn by cheerleaders
- And, each piece individually has at least a tiny amount of pink somewhere in either the stitching, the trim, or at least the brand tag.
At the end of the fashion show, Caelum steps back on stage, looking much more confident now that he's been talking for so long. "Every item you saw will be available in the seasonal stores of Diadem Mall in two weeks! All of these pieces are handcrafted by the local students, based on designs made by the demense mistress and the hostess of the evening, Madam Miranda!"
From the curtains steps a caramel brown feline in a black flowing gown trimmed in pink highlights with split sides, showing off her long stiletto boots. Her generous chest draws attention to her unusual neck plumage and well maintained dark brown wings upon her back, but that visual is immediately distracted by her predatory smile cloaked behind her dark brown beak and slitted amber eyes, her face perfectly framed by her rounded haircut and topped with a single pink flower in her hair. Miranda is a gryphoness, and a well endowed one at that.
Caelum hands her the microphone. "Thank you all for coming out to see tonight's new line, my team put tremendous work into everything you see here, and the models did a marvelous job making it look DAMN good. As Caelum said, these pieces will be available in the Diadem Mall for purchase in 2 weeks, and anyone wanting early access can buy them in the on-ship store!" She tosses Caelum the microphone as everyone applauds, and she spreads her wings, hopping off the stage and gliding out beyond the audience.
Most of the audience has already stood up and made a MAD rush for the boutique to get their hands on the clothing early, and a few are either trying to talk to Miranda (especially the local paper) or are heading home (likely to prepare a budget for the clothes).
*IF THEY APPROACH*
"Well hello there you pretty new faces~ I hope you all enjoyed the show as much as I did~" She will then proceed to shake hands with each of you, taking note of each of your features. In an almost uncomfortable way.
*IF ASK ABOUT REGALIA/CHALLENGE*
"Oh you're a group of Regalia Hunters, even better than I had hoped~ I could use a little... stress relief~" She slowly walks around your group, eyeing each one of you like pieces of meat at a butcher's shop. "Maybe a little... one on one challenge?~"
*IF NOONE VOLUNTEERS*
When she finds someone she is interested in, she will purr lightly in their ear. "How about you?~"
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*IF DECLINED*
"Hm.. that's a shame, I would've loved to get to know you... intimately~" She will step away and turn to face you all. "I can see you're all more interested in armed combat, but that isn't really my style. "She pauses for a moment looking all of you over, and a smile creeps across her face. "Tell you what. Give me skme time to clear the mess and make an appropriate stage? We can make a spectacle out of it for everyone to enjoy~"
*IF THEY AGREE*
"Fantastic, and be sure to bring your absolute best, you hear me? This will be seen between all corners of Diadem!" She will laugh uproariously before walking away, grabbing both the security guards in front of the guarded doorway, and yank them into the room with her, locking the door loudly enough for even YOU to hear.
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*IF ACCEPTED*
She extends a hand out, palm up, waiting for you to place yours in hers. Once they do, she will grab their hand tight, pull them away from your group into her embrace, and make their face flop firmly between her tits. "This is gonna be fun~" She will then stomp her heel, and a bright pink flash will blind all of you for a moment, only to dissipate and leave Caelum in both their place.
You will also see several people freaking out as they claim they just moved a solid 50 feet from where they were, but Caelum steps up, microphone in hand. "Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for the confusion, but if you have been displaced, you will be perfectly fine! That is just the side effect of one of Madame Miranda's special powers! Just relocate back to your original groups and you will be fine!"
The audience calms down rather quickly hearing that, and Caelum turns back to your group. "Let me guess... Regalia Hunters, right?"
After they confirm, he will sigh and continue. "So Miranda has an... unusual hobby. She enjoys challenging people to a um... 'one on one match,' if you catch my drift. She should be in her private quarters right now, so if you want to wait..." He gestures toward the door where the security guards are standing outside of, and you can see a golden glow from the door.
Upon approaching the door, you see you can't even physically touch the door itself as it is just behind a gold magic barrier. Meaning that, whatever is happening in there, your teammate is on their own.
*INSIDE THE ROOM*
Miranda and that player will each be making various FIGHT, PHYSIQUE, and ATHLETICS rolls (over the span of fifteen in game minutes) until a best three out of five result is determined
Eventually, the barrier finally dissipates and the door clicks open, revealing her in only a flowing black robe trimmed in pink. She invites your group inside, and you immediately find your teammate lying in a heap on a large king size bed, completely naked but only barely covered by a blanket and several VERY telling lipstick stains and teeth marks all over their body.
The room itself is something straight out of an adult film. The bed is completely surrounded on all sides by wall mirrors on the top half revealing JUST how thorough she was with your teammate, and beyond that are ordinary looking cabinets and dressers, but partly open to reveal an IMMENSE wardrobe of clothing.
She closes the door behind you all, smiling knowingly and remarks, "Before you ask, it's not what it looks like... *it's so much better~*" She laughs proudly and offers them seats on the nearby couch before she genuinely talks to your group. "Well now that I got my cardio in, let's discuss the results, shall we?~"
*When they ask what happened,*
"Well to put it simply, my CHALLENGE was for them to.. satisfy me~" She licks her lips and reveals her fangs, giggling to herself.
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*If they lost 2 out of 3,*
"Sad to say, they tried their best, but I'm not easy to please, and I own it~ Now since I'm a bit "understandably exhausted" after the show and my workout, I don't think an actual fight today will work for me... how about we reschedule for a later date? I can give us a more appropriate stage, we could make an entire spectacle out of it, we could invite the whole of Diadem to come out and watch?~"
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*If they won 2 out of 3,*
"And satisfy they did, that was better than any workout I've had in a long time~ And I work out in zero gravity AND ten times gravity~" She laughs proudly before reaching between her tits and pulling out a long coiled up whip, handing it to your group.
"This is your prize, the Regalia known as Star Scourge. Take it with my blessing, treat it like the treasure it is, but come back anytime you like~ I do private shows on request~"

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This gate is a golden ring with a red magic wall, looking like a slowly dancing image of flames
RED demense
# In the main area:
https://youtu.be/Ava45CrcDPQ?si=fDugZT4a8JKcZ1bv
# In the cavern:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXYnUvln9So
## Upon exiting the RED gate,
You feel an immense heat hit you right in the face and your nose is bombarded by the stench of fresh sulfur. Once the sensation of your eyes being soft boiled wears off, you see a simple tropical town, like it was right out of a movie.
Welcome to the **Volcano** demense!
*BEHIND YOU*
The Gate is firmly attached to the side of a mountain's rocky baseline. And when you look up, you see a plume of smoke reaching into the sky from the top of said mountain. It's a volcano.
*TO THE LEFT*
A dozen buildings of different colors stretches down a spacious dirt path, all of them hosting a storefront with wooden racks and tables.
*TO THE RIGHT*
There are several good sized plantation fields behind wood fences, each one hosting a different kind of food or crop, each one with a person actively managing the plants.
*STRAIGHT AHEAD*
You see a group of people all sitting around a fire, and it looks like they are having a good time. In fact, it sounds like some of them are playing music
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*SHOPS*
Each storefront has a display rack showing an individual food item or a bundle of a crop, and the spread is diverse. You see coconuts and palm leaf based products, wheat, bananas, lemons, coffee beans, magic rings in a red hue, and even sugarcane.
The shop you approach is ran by an Asp woman in a white flower pattern shirt and a sun hat, her red nametag reading LANA. "Hello, what can I get for you today?"
*ASK ABOUT DM/REGALIA*
"Oh you want to see Aodaghan? He's working the forge right now. Wouldn't recommend bugging him, but if you really need to see him, just go in right there." She will point toward a cavern farther down the side of the volcano.
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*PLANTATIONS*
Each individual plantation has its own active gardening attendant. Trimming excess leaves, watering the plants, pulling nasty weeds, all of them are hard at work.
One of the workers notices you, a yellowjacket in brown pants and a white shirt with a red nametag reading CULVER, stops to wipe his face with a rag. "Ya need some help?"
*ASK ABOUT DM/REGALIA*
"Oh you wanna see the man in charge? He's riiight up there." He points to a cave in the side of the volcano. "Good luck to ya, he's not an easy guy to talk to.
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*PARTY PEOPLE*
You see a circle of about ten people sitting around a nice little controlled fire on the far edge of the drive where the buildings and plantations end. All of them are either relaxing on top of some rocks or fallen trees, enjoying some plates of freshly cooked meat, or playing music on their ukuleles.
One of the ukulele players, a bearded dragon in blue trunks & a white shirt with a red nametag reading KYONG, puts down his instrument and waves your group over. "How can we help ya, friend?"
*IF DM/REGALIA*
"You want to talk to the bird man? Better have a good reason, he don't like to be bothered when he works. But if it's important, try your luck up there." He points to a cave built into the side of the volcano.
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INSIDE THE VOLCANO CAVE
The entrance to the cave is nothing special, clearly dug out by hand and tool, but goes in deep enough to where you can't see where it ends immediately.
*IF THEY GO IN*
As you walk deeper in, the heat becomes far more intense by the second. A minute in, your ears fill with the strange sounds of metal on metal and metal on stone in the distance.
You eventually come to an opening in the path, which leads you to a full-on mining and smithing operation.
On the left is a group of massively muscled men and women swinging pickaxes into the rocky volcano walls, yanking out chunks of colorful or unique looking rocks, and tossing them into a crate.
At one point you hear one of their pickaxes SNAP right under the head, but this is apparently such a common occurrence they have a literal crate full of brand new ones, which the worker simply pulls a new one out of and resumes like it was nothing.
Opposite them on the right is a row of six large iron anvils, with just as many muscled people pounding away on chunks of metal, except for one anvil which is split in half, long ways.
Between them is a ten foot wide plume of hot smoke rising out and going straight up through a hole in the rock above. The smoke is coming from an indented hole full of fresh molten rock, and it is SWELTERING to be this close to it.
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*ASK ABOUT THE ANVIL*
A boar with a red namtag that reads GARSEN pauses at the anvil and laughs. "Oh THAT? Some asshat came through here a couple years ago with a fancy slab of metal and made a blade out of it, broke the anvil by accident. We were gonna replace it, but it's like... how many times you see an anvil split long ways, ya know? Fucking hysterical!"
A gruff voice in the direction of the Lava pool speaks out. "Damn straight, it was 'see it to believe it' type shit."
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*NOTICE ROLL IF THEY DIDN'T ASK*
You couldn't see it at first because of the immense heat and smoke, but you see a very tone and very red bird man in a black smithing apron, his nametag reading AODAGHAN.
You watch as he grabs a nearby heavy metal tray or mold of some sort, placing it on the lip of the lava pool's rock wall. He then reaches into two nearby crates, one of which is the crate the miners were tossing chunks of rock into.
From one he pulls an oddly colored bronze rock, and a chunk of charcoal from the other. He crushes both in his hands together slowly, causing them to grind together and mix into a chunky powder.
He then dips both hands into the lava pool for several seconds, and when he pulls them back out, you can see the glowing chunk of rock and metal in his palms glowing brightly.
He then breathes a steady stream of fire frlm his beak onto the mix, and you can see molten liquid slowly begin to drip from between his fingers, which he then guides into the large metal tray.
Once his hands are empty, he hands the tray off to the anvil workers, then grabs a fresh tray and places it on the lip of the lava pool, intending to start the process over again.
AN ALARM GOES OFF
Garsen suddenly stops what he's doing and turns to the others, giving a loud WAHOO before yelling QUITTING TIME! Every worker suddenly puts down their equipment and starts to pile out, avoiding your group as best they can, going out the tunnel you came in.
The red bird man by the lava pool is the only one that didn't leave, and you watch him continue to crush, heat, and drip metal into his tray.
*IF THEY TALK TO HIM*
He cuts you off. "We'll talk when I'm done, I got an order to fill. Either make yourself useful or cop a squat in the corner, I don't give a shit which." Despite his Boston-ish accent, his irritation causes his words to come out in a snarl.
*IF THEY HELP*
He finally looks up to your group, revealing surprisingly bright green eyes. "Grab those trays and line 'em up like dis one." He points to (number of players) trays, all of which look like VERY heavy metal.
(FIGHT or PHYSIQUE Roll)
You each pick up one of those trays and place it beside the one he's currently filling. But in the process, (LOWEST ROLLER) struggled quite a bit to pick it up, and took 1 point of damage when it slipped out of your hands and clipped your foot.
When finally finished, he comes from around the back, chucking his apron, now in only a basic pair of black shorts. He stretches his arms over his head, and you hear SEVERAL cracks and pops. "Aight, I'm done. Now what the fuck do you want from me?"
*MENTION APPRENTICE*
"That ol' jackal sent you my way, did he? Ain't seen 'im in 30 years."
*MENTION REGALIA/DM*
"OH fuck me, you ain't one of them hero types, is ya?" He groans exagerratedly before continuing. "Aight, here's the deal--" And an explosion occurs that rumbles through the volcano cave. "--and this chat is on hold. We got assholes."
*WHEN THEY TURN AWAY*
Apdaghan flies right over you at surprising speed, wings spread wide and shooting fire from his feet like jet engines.
By the time you make it out, he is hovering in the sky and staring down at the issue with a murderous glare, a group of Marauders.
You watch from afar as they break all the wood storefronts, smash the crops, break the ukuleles, and start burning the houses.
He divebombs them at mach speed, only turning up at the last possible second and creating an explosive air current that knocks everyone on the ground back, including a couple innocent bystanders.
He then lands, walks over to each Marauder, grabs them by whatever limb is closest, and throws them into a pile in the middle of the street. Once they are all in one heap, he collapses his wings and cracks his knuckles, stepping closer to them.
The Marauders aim their weapons at him, but he shakes his head in disappointment. "You fuckwits made a huge mistake comin' here and startin' shit. You ain't leavin' without a harsh lesson."
He raises his right arm and reaches behind him, pulling out a massive six foot long two foot wide multicolor wavy long-sword, looking like a solid strip of fire in steel form. He aims its tip at their feet, causing them all to flinch, and states with malicious intent, "I CHALLENGE THEE."
From Aodaghan's feet expands a magical golden energy that spreads to a width of about 50 feet, surrounding himself and all of the Marauders. Once it finishes expanding, you see a golden energy arise from it, producing a magic wall.
You get to watch all the Marauders begin to panic and punch, kick, spellcast, & sling weapons at the magic wall, but nothing and noone is getting through. They are all trapped in there with him.
Aodaghan slams his blade into the ground, getting everyone's attention. "Here's your challenge: SURVIVE!"
What you witness is the most brutal, bloody, one-sided beatdown you have ever seen. Every swing of a weapon gets deflected, every spell gets tanked, every attempt to defend gets punished. More flames than a house fire, more screams than a haunted house, and more bodies flying through the air than a paratrooper squadron.
(NOTICE or INVESTIGATE roll) And you pay particular attention to the fact that he only ever used the flat side of his massive sword.
By the end of those 38 seconds, the charred, battered, and bruised bodies of eight Marauders are lying in a smoking heap. Several of these bodies now have wavy blademarks bruised and seared into their skin, permanent reminders of everything that just happened.
Aodaghan proudly declares, "Well whaddya know... I WIN."
The gold circle fades away, and Aodaghan walks away, toward a pile of broken wood. He reaches behind it and picks up the Asp woman running one of the stands by the back of her white flower shirt, causing her to scream in fear.
She immediately shuts up when she is face to face with Aodaghan, whimpering a bit nervously. He states as quietly as he can, "Go... get... th' Thunda Force."
The woman quickly nods, eyes wide as dinner plates, before she is suddenly released. Her ass lands on the ground first, but she quickly picks herself up and darts for the gate.
He walks back to your group, and cracks his neck VERY loudly. "Well I feel better.. now where were we?"
*REGALIA*
"Fucking seriously?! URGH... Okay, I'm gonna go nice an' slow. See this sword? This is a Regalia. It's my symbol of rule in this demense. Ev'ry Demense Masta's got one, an' ev'ry fucker wants it."
*GOLDEN CIRCLE*
"THAT was a CHALLENGE ring. Anyone holdin' a Regalia can either issue or receive a CHALLENGE, an' any legit Holder will make one o' those circles. Once it goes up, you either win, lose, surrender, or DIE. Otherwise, Noone goes in, Noone goes out."
*IF THEY WANT TO FIGHT*
"Well tough titties, I ain't doin' that shit today. I just worked through my break. Besides, you pissants almost melted unda th' heat o' the lava pool. Come back when you got actual muscle on yer bones an' MAYBE I'll give you a shot."
He will unfurl his wings and take off, heading right back for the volcano cave, leaving you all in the partially destroyed town.
LEARNED: REGALIA, CHALLENGE, GOLD CIRCLE

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## Upon exiting the SILVER gate,
you are immediately greeted by the smell of ozone, sounds of orders being barked, and the faint rumble of marching. Before you is MULTIPLE large buildings, completely surrounding you on all sides, but the one in front of you is a larger version of the Thunder Force branch office in Diadem.
Welcome to the **TEMPLE** domain!
Welcome to the **TEMPLE** demense!
To the distant left but connected by a fenced in gate is what might be the largest and most terrifying obstacle course you have ever seen, filled to the brim with barbed wire, jagged climbing rope walls, smoke from very recent explosions & gunfire, and plenty of young men & women appearing to fight for their lives to make their way through it.
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*IF ASK ABOUT DM/REGALIA*
"I see... as pedestrian as it seems, I am not free to accept such a challenge today. I am very serious about my duties as a judge here, and still need to file my documentation for all of those court cases. However, should you come by another time, I will graciously accept your challenge then."
He will offer to shake each of your hands to prove he is on the level, and each hand he shakes, all of your hair will suddenly fill with static and start to levitate. "And THAT... is why we use wooden gavels and tables here." He will then turn and walk down a different hallway, leaving you at the front door of the courthouse. Pamela will meet you at the door and ask if there's anything she can do before you go.
He will offer to shake each of your hands to prove he is on the level, and each hand he shakes, all of your hair will suddenly fill with static and start to levitate. "And THAT... is why we use wooden gavels and tables here." He will then turn and walk down a different hallway, leaving you at the front door of the courthouse.
On your way out, you are approached by Jensen and Valeos, both of whom clearly were waiting for you by the door. Valeos starts by asking, "Care to talk for a moment?"
They both walk toward the gate with your group. Jensen asks the first question. "Are you planning on fighting Fulmo?"
*IF YES*
Valeos chimes in. "We obviously voice caution when it comes to him, he is the reason the Thunder Force exist. We emulate him to a great extent in our magic AND fighting prowess."
Jensen cuts back in. "Which is why, if you're really serious, we might be able to help."
Valeos responds. "Since everything we are and do is based on him and what he does, we could offer combat training, if you're interested."
*IF YES*
Jensen is clearly excited. "Well good, we promise not to go TOO hard on you. Obviously this won't be TODAY, but at some point when you think you're ready, stop by the Thunder Force branch office and ask for the two of us."
Valeos snickers a bit. "And just because we are nice people, if you manage to beat us, we might be able to offer a small... incentive bonus."
*EITHER WAY*
They both stop at the gate and give your group a salute. "We must return to our duties now, but it was an honor to see you all again. Good luck against the Marauder threat." They turn away and march back to their building.

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This warbling gate is a golden ring with a violet magic wall, displaying a field of flowers
Out on the farm:
https://youtu.be/nDbE6Z5b8TM?si=RH_6wMk5Gi6zQMpV
Doing farm work
https://youtu.be/6LI-yCnA2UM?si=7jXv4WZIHlOjA2t0
## Upon exiting the VIOLET gate,
you are immediately surrounded hy the sounds of animals & acoustic guitars, the smell of fresh cut grass & hay, and the sight of endless ranches surrounding a dusty dirt road that stretches for miles.
Welcome to the **Countryside** demense!
The left side of the road looks to be all animal farms, each one filled with dozens of a single species of animal, like each one is a specialty ranch.
The right side of the road is filled with multitudes of crops in their own dedicated fields, mimicking the ranches opposite them, in a sense.
*BEHIND*
The gate itself is attached to the side of a red and white barn, and right next door, you spot a trio of burly cow men sitting back in rocking chairs, each one smiling and playing tunes from old fashioned acoustic guitars.
*IF THEY APPROACH*
The yellow one puts his guitar down, stands up, and approaches your group. He tips his brown cowboy hat in greetings, his purple nametag on his blue shirt reading "MONTANA." "Howdy, ya'll new to these parts?"
*ASK ABOUT REGALIA/DM*
"Ah, yer lookin' fer Arledge. Ain't seen 'im today, but we got a shipment to deliver to the market. Why don't ya'll come with, see if anyone spotted 'im?" He gestures to his horsedrawn wagon sitting in the barn the Gate is attached to.
*IF THEY ACCEPT*
He will help each of you one at a time into the back of the cart, then pick up two large sacks and throwing them in the back between you. The other two cow boys (a Holstein named Kid and a Blue steer named Dakota) attach a pair of horses to the front of the cart, which Montana will thank them for.
*If there are any women in the group, Kid the Holstein will try to flirt with them and show off. (Make a Grade A Beef joke.) Afterwards, the blue steer that stands several inches taller will pick Kid up by the back of his shirt, tilt his hat & say 'ma'am,' and walk away with Kid in tow.*
He will then climb into the front and hop into the driver's seat, grab the reigns, and get the horse moving down the dirt road.
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*ON THE FARMS*
Each one has both an actively slow spinning windmill, the animals within mulling around to eat their grass or food from a trough, and a few farmhands tending & feeding their individual livestock. Most of them pay you no mind, aside from the occasional friendly wave.
*IN THE CROP FIELDS*
Several farmhands have paired up and are carrying large wheeled baskets back and forth between the tree or crop of choice, each pair pulling them together to & from, and then working as a chain to load it from said plant onto the cart, and unload it from the cart to a nearby storage shed.
*IN THE FLOWER FIELDS*
There are a few farmhands out picking different varieties of flower, each one with a sizeable crop that would make any florist you've ever met jealous.
Montana turns to the group a little, still eyeing the road. "Forgive me fer bein' nosy, but it ain't ev'ryday someone asks ta see Arledge. Ya'll got business with 'im?"
*MENTIONS DM/REGALIA*
"Oh, ya'll's a bunch o' then Regalya hunters, are ya? We don't get too many o' yer types around 'ere, most people that come around are lookin' fer work."
*ASKS ABOUT ARLEDGE*
"Ah, well Arledge is a bit of an oddball. He may not look it, but he's a heck of a farmhand. I'd say at least half the work around here's done cuz o' him."
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In the distance, you spot a large farmer's market sign, advertising fresh produce and meats for everyone. And there are just as many stalls inside selling meats as there are farms, plus a few extras for fruits, veggies, milk, eggs, magic rings in a purple hue, and fresh bouquets.
Every seller is smiling and chatting with each other, trading and selling between different amounts of Z, different jarred & preserved ingredients, or fully made foods. You could swear one person was haggling a fresh slice of blueberry pie for a plate of fresh cooked bacon.
*IF ASK ABOUT DM/REGALIA*
The sable running the (food) stand, wearing blue jeans and a red tee shirt with a straw hat and a violet nametag reading MARTY, thinks for a moment. "Huh... ya know, I did see him a couple hours ago when I opened, haven't seen him since."
(PLAYER) suddenly feels a tug on their shirt from below, and you see a short elderly sheep lady, her purple nametag reading JUDITH. "I couldn't help but overhear, are you looking for Arledge?"
*IF THEY CONFIRM*
"Oh I know where he is, sweetheart is brushing down the horses in the stables right behind the market."
*STABLES*
Behind the market looks to be the only non-produce related farm, and there are well over a dozen freshly groomed horses. Deeper inside, you see one that has a wet mane, but is currently being brushed down by a light purple rabbit in tight jeans and a deep purple tee, with a white cowboy hat nestled between a pair of loppy waist-long bunny ears, barely obscuring a fuzzy mop of violet hair.
The horse reacts to you first with a whinny, then the bunny boy turns with a warm smile, and a pair of wide blue -almost purple- eyes greet you, as does his distinctly southern accent. "Howdy! I'd greet ya proper, but I'm finishin' up here. Ya'll mind givin' me a sec?"
It only takes him 2 minutes to finish brushing down the mare's side before he steps away. She decides to thank him by shaking her mane free and dry of any moisture, getting daffodil scented water all over everyone. "Alright, ya showoff, get goin'."
The horse trots away as the bunny walks to a nearby hose, kneeling down to rinse off his hands and brush. "Sorry bout that, she was th' last one, wanted to give ya'll my undivided attention. How can I help ya'll?"
*IF REGALIA/CHALLENGE*
"Aw shoot, I'd love to help ya, but I can't. Someone already won m' Regalia a while back, and it ain't found its way back t' me yet."
*IF THEY ASK WHO*
"Hm.. th' name escapes me, one a' them fancy foreign names, but he was a purple bird man, kinda short, big into regal stuff an' lookin' like some kinda royalty. If ya'll find HIM, ya'll can either challenge HIM an' win it off a' him, or have 'im give it back t' me."
(CONTACTS ROLL) If you haven't figured it out, he's referring to King Akarui himself.
*IF THEY ASK WHY*
"It's all fancy pants magic rules, we hold the items until someone wins 'em off us. Don't mean dirt if they just take 'em, gotta be won in some kinda competition, usually a fight o' some sort. Otherwise, they're just unbreakable geegaws, nothin' more. But whoever legit owns it gets all its 'magic benefits.'" He makes sure to wiggle his fingers on the last two words.
"Now I'd love to keep jawin' off with ya, but I gots a busy day today. I gotta help milk the cows, then help sheer the sheep, then help feed the baby animals..." He thinks for a moment. "Wait a sec... ya'll got anywhere ya need t' be? I'd get done FAR quicker if'n I had some extra hands?"
*IF THEY ACCEPT*
"Now that is what I was hopin' t'hear! C'mon, let's get started!" He runs into the stables and grabs two horses, walks them both out front, and hooks both up to a cart identical to the one you came here in. He helps each of you into the cart same as last time, takes the driver's position, and takes off.
Your group rides down the beaten path you came up for about a minute before you stop at the nearby dairy ranch. Arledge "parks" the cart in a nearby horse stall and ties it to a hook, before helping each of you down. He guides all of you straight into the nearby barn on the property, guiding you to a series of miling stalls.
The next several minutes is all of you taking up a stall and milking one cow at a time. There are no pumps, so all the milking is done by hand. He demonstrates by giving slow squeezes to each udder, and explicitly points out to NOT pull them.
(RESOURCES Roll) Each milking only takes about five minutes.
(Each player milks an average of ten cows, but add one for each PLUS on the roll and subtract one for each MINUS)
At the tail end of it, Arledge playfully squirts (lowest roller) with a stream of fresh milk, but whistles innocently qith a shit eating grin he is trying his HARDEST to hold back.
After they're all taken care of, the ranch owner (an older terrier and his wife) both thank Arledge AND all of you, and hand him a bag of Z for his trouble. He drops it into his hat on the back of his neck and excuses himself & your group to move to the next task. As before, he helps you in the cart, takes driver, heads down the road a solid minute, and parks in a different farm.
This time, you're all taken to a wool farm attached to a sheep field. This time they have electric trimmers ready for you, so the shearing part will be much quicker. Arledge demonstrates how to do it and starts with the top, trims around the sides, then lifts each leg and rolls them onto the belly to finish, all in about 2 minutes.
(CRAFT Roll) It takes the rest of you a few tries, but the sheep wool comes off for each of you clean as butter.
(Each player shears an average of five sheep, but add one for each PLUS on the roll and subtract one for each MINUS)
But in the middle of your shearing, (LOWEST ROLLER) is suddenly surrounded by a group of your freshly cleaned sheep, and start taking bites at your clothing.
You struggle to try and get away, but they chase you clear across the ranch and back. By the time you get out, your clothes have fairly large holes in them.
The ranch owners (a middle-aged pair of bluejays) are laughing a little, and offer you some fresh clothing to replace them as payment for all your hard work.
*IF THEY ACCEPT*
Unfortunately, the only clothing they have that fit you perfectly is a basic white long-sleve shirt and a pair of blue jean overalls.
You all climb back into the cart, Arledge reclaims the reigns, and you all head back toward the market, this time pulling off to the side somewhat to a petting zoo. Arledge hops out first and sheepishly rubs the back of his neck with a grin. "Okay so, I might've fibbed a bit with this'n. It's not so much that I need to feed th' babies as it is just makin' sure they all get fed."
He walks over to the rail of the corral, peering in to all the individual pins full of animals. There are ponies, baby goats, piglets, chicks, and many more, all separated by size of the species so they don't hurt each other. And, the spaces inside are elevated just enough so the animals can each be fed by hand without risk of them escaping.
Right on cue, the petting zoo starts filling in with families and their children from the farm itself, all of them excitedly wanting to pet and play with the animals. You see the kids all immediately run over to a table full of food pellets, an odd color mix of brown, green, and orange. And when they feed the animals, those cubes disappear in a blink, and the animals all start nibbling or licking the hands that fed them.
*ASK ABOUT THE FOOD*
He smiles and replies "Not an issue, each corral has them special all natural-y pellets full of vitamins, minerals, and plenty of roughage. It's no different than grazin' grass n' such, just in a pellet form. But fer th' more discernin' taste, we also got fresh fruit n' veggies we can give 'em."
He points out the long table of fresh produce and fruit juices in cups before continuing, "It's just as much fer us as it is them." He pauses to take a carrot stick off the table and takes a nice resounding crunch off it, munching on it happily. "Been needin' t' eat anyways. Help yerselves, ya'll!"
After a few minutes of munching and making sure all the animals in the zoo are getting an equal amount of food each, you all finally get a chance to relax. "Thanks a ton fer th' help. I'm sure ya'll're probably keen on that challenge thang, so I won't take up anymore of ya'll's time--"
He is interrupted by a loud bellowing roar in the distance, making all the animals hide and the children rush back to their parents. "... oh shoot, that's a problem."
He bolts for the market, runs back out with two burlap sacks, and calls to you. "C'mon, I need yer help fer one last thang!" He runs over to the cart, loads up both sacks, and ties them down. Once everyone is aboard, you all head in a fast gallop back out beyond the market for a solid five minutes.
Arledge has a look of concern in his eyes as you all travel. "Okay so, there's one other baby I gotta feed, an' I was gonna do it after ya'll took off, but I might need ya'll's help with--"
He pauses when you come within eyesight of a small mountain in the distance with a rather large cavern surrounded by large chunks of rock. He stops the cart, looks around for a moment, then looks upwards, and spots a massive body flying around in the distance. "Sheeeiiit... Azar is not happy."
The large body descends and lands before you with a massive THUD, revealing itself to be a large red dragon with golden underscales, whom then proceeds to screech at you. "Oh he's gonna go after th' market if'n we don't calm 'im down..!"
He will hop out and try to call the dragon's attention, but AZAR will simply thwack him with his tail and send him into the cart.
He will sit upright and groan a bit, noticing his arm is severely red. He will look to your group reluctantly. "Fellas, I know it's alot t' ask, but I need ya'll to wear Azar out. I hate violence, but I don't see much of an option."
He will slowly climb his feet, his free hand holding his injured arm and surrounding it in a violet magical energy, causing it to slowly heal itself. "I'll keep ya'll in fightin' shape!"
*The fight will begin with your team facing Azar in front of you with Arledge behind you. The dragon is treated as a LV5 25HP creature that interchanges between a 2DMG CLAW-CLAW ATK, a 3DMG BITE ATK, and a 2DMG FIRE BREATH ATK that hits 4 ZONES like a LV2 LINE spell*
- FIGHT & ACADEMICS +5
- ATLL OTHERS +1
- Immune to FIRE
- Resistant to MELEE
- Weak to WATER
AFTER THE FIGHT
Azar bellows out and flops over against the grass with a dull thud, exhausted and unable to continue. Arledge walks over to Azar and places a hand on his side, releasing more of the violet healing magic you saw him use on himself and during the fight.
"There now, ya big baby. Now what's got yer scales in a snarl?" He starts to do a once-over around Azar, then pauses near his underbelly and tilts his head a bit. "Huh... that's weird... ya'll might wanna see this!"
Arledge points out a spot on Azar's left side, where there is a large cut and a series of scales missing. "Sumthin' done attacked 'im, cut clean through his scales. That prob'ly spooked the li'l guy and got 'im all flustered."
He looks closer and tries to heal it specifically, but when he does, it suddenly leaks out golden dust from the cut. Arledge looks visibly disturbed, taking a step back. "That... that ain't right... whatever did this ain't normal... I mean it ain't a deep cut, but it's keepin' healin' magic from workin' on it... ya'll seen anythin' like this?"
*EITHER WAY*
"Well, I'll keep an eye on 'im, come back later and make sure he's okay. Meantime, it's gettin' late, I'll give ya'll a lift back to the gate." He leaves the two sacks beside Azar's head, which he slowly sniffs for a moment in his post-combat haze, and begins chewing on.
"Well at least it ain't affectin' his appetite.." He reluctantly leads your group back to the cart and heads to the gate, looking back at Azar back and forth the whole ride.
Once you all arrive at the market, he keeps up a brave face and lets everyone know everything is okay. Montana steps up to your group with a smile. "I'm assumin' yer business is done, so how's about a lift home?"

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## Upon exiting the WHITE gate,
You are immediately struck with a wave of cold and the sound of crunching as you step into ankle-deep snow, and the sight of a pure field of white full of happy people frolicking about, followed by a perfectly frozen river
Welcome to the **Tundra** domain!
Welcome to the **Tundra** demense!
- There are several adults and kids alike sledding down the large and long inclines off to the left
- Several children have grouped off in the center and set up walls for a surprisingly well coordinated snowball fight
@ -19,7 +19,7 @@ Welcome to the **Tundra** domain!
*NOTICE ROLL*
You hear whip cracking noises, followed by the sound of a man with a thick accent yelling MUSH! MUSH! coming from your immediate right. Pulling in and stopping right behind your group is a good old fashioned snowdog sled, pulled by a team of twelve dogs (most of which are huskies) and with a white and icy blue husky man in a thick tan winter coat holding the reigns, his white nametag reading EXILE.
He speaks with a thick Russian accent. "Hello comrades! You are new of the faces in this domain! Are you in need of guide dog perhaps? Ha ha!"
He speaks with a thick Russian accent. "Hello comrades! You are new of the faces in this demense! Are you in need of guide dog perhaps? Ha ha!"
*ASKS ABOUT DM/REGALIA*
He will shake his head. "I am sorry, I have not seen ice Master in some time, tends to be secluded. But I know where house is! Come, Exile escort you to safe house. Get you warm, get you dry, then get you to ice Master house, yes? All for small cost of 5z each!" You only now notice he is piloting a snow taxi service with his double sled.
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They spot you approaching, the deer hiding behind the taller cat woman while she smiles warmly, arms crossed. "Well hello there, new faces! How can we help you?"
Upon asking about the DM, she laughs a bit proudly. "Well if it's the Domain Master you're after, them look no further~" She giggles to herself before continuing, "My name is Morana, and this is..." She turns behind herself to see the deer has disappeared, replaced by a rather large chunk of snow. "..the best disappearing act you never saw!"
Upon asking about the DM, she laughs a bit proudly. "Well if it's the demense Master you're after, them look no further~" She giggles to herself before continuing, "My name is Morana, and this is..." She turns behind herself to see the deer has disappeared, replaced by a rather large chunk of snow. "..the best disappearing act you never saw!"
She looks around for a moment, then suddenly points to a nearby tree and launches an ice spike at one of the high branches, causing a pile of snow to fall from it, as well as the very deer that disappeared. "There's the little darling~" She waltzes over and grabs the deer, leading to a shoulder carry, before looking back at your group. "Let's get out of the cold and chat, shall we?"
Morana sits back in a chair inside their shared home, smiling quietly as she pets the deer between the antlers, no differently than if he were a pet. "Now that THAT is settled, let's try again... My name is Morana, and this is Whitaker, the Domain Master~"
Morana sits back in a chair inside their shared home, smiling quietly as she pets the deer between the antlers, no differently than if he were a pet. "Now that THAT is settled, let's try again... My name is Morana, and this is Whitaker, the demense Master~"
*ASK ABOUT DM/REGALIA*
Whitaker whimpers a little, hanging his head in shame, as Morana reaches down to pet him again. "Please forgive him, he had his Regalia stolen a few weeks ago. He was overseeing a snowball fight, the Marauders came in and started harassing the children. He gave it to them so they would leave the kids alone. Didn't even challenge him for it, just... took it. So whoever has it has what amounts to an unbreakable white shortsword."
@ -81,16 +81,16 @@ Whitaker whimpers a little, hanging his head in shame, as Morana reaches down to
"This isn't an isolated incident either, he has been through a tremendous amount of hurt." She smiles down at him as he curls up against her, sadness in his eyes. "He's traumatized from years of abuse. It's turned into full anthropophobia."
"I found him sneaking into my home one night, beat up and hungry... I sat him down and made him a warm meal, and the rest is history. You can imagine my surprise when I found out this adorable little man ruled the Domain of Ice." He actually hides his face in his sleeved hands.
"I found him sneaking into my home one night, beat up and hungry... I sat him down and made him a warm meal, and the rest is history. You can imagine my surprise when I found out this adorable little man ruled the demense of Ice." He actually hides his face in his sleeved hands.
"Given his disposition, when social things come up, I work on his behalf unless some--" She is suddenly interrupted by the same little bear girl barging into the house, making excited noises and grabbing Whitaker's hand, pulling him toward the door and outside. You could swear you saw a smile cross his face when the kid grabbed his hand.
The door shuts, and Morana continues, "...unless something like that happens." She waltzes over to the window and invites your group in to watch as he gets boobytrapped by the same children hidden in the snowmen, but he bursts into laughter when it happens, before playfully starting a snowball fight with all of them.
"The little darling is afraid of everyone and everything... except for children. It's the one time he lets his guard down, because before he met me, the local children were helping him. And given how many children frequent here, it might be the only reason he will ever be a good Domain Master." She sighed a bit before continuing, "Sadly it didn't do much for him when he was King either..."
"The little darling is afraid of everyone and everything... except for children. It's the one time he lets his guard down, because before he met me, the local children were helping him. And given how many children frequent here, it might be the only reason he will ever be a good demense Master." She sighed a bit before continuing, "Sadly it didn't do much for him when he was King either..."
*IF THEY ASK ABOUT KING*
She smiles at your group knowingly. "Oh, you were never told, were you? All the Domain Masters were Kings, in a sense.. a fun little bit of trivia about Diadem's history I picked up while moonlighting as a college teacher. Tell me, which of the Domain Masters have you met so far?"
She smiles at your group knowingly. "Oh, you were never told, were you? All the demense Masters were Kings, in a sense.. a fun little bit of trivia about Diadem's history I picked up while moonlighting as a college teacher. Tell me, which of the demense Masters have you met so far?"
Aodaghan the King of Rage, believing in hard work. He helped construct the whole town, and expects commitment to labor.
Conroy the Curious King, believing in knowledge. He maintained the town's history, as best he can & could.

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This warbling gate is a golden ring with a yellow magic wall, and it doesn't look like anything specific, but it IS unusually bright
On the beach:
https://youtu.be/yy0701OyeRo?si=H_9WEeAvScDcXAJ0
Inside the festival:
https://youtu.be/75q8Krpw-R0?si=isT0RYZ1oQVxQAHz
## Upon exiting the YELLOW gate,
You feel warmth beaming down on your heads, you hear a few seagulls chirping in the distance, and you see the rolling waves of the ocean washing on the sandy shore of the beach right beneath your feet.
Welcome to the **Beach** demense!
In front of you is a pure golden yellow sandy beach stretching for miles
On the right is a rolling ocean as endless as the sandy beach
On your left, elevated by a few wooden steps, is a massive stretch of walkable boardwalk full of shops and stands
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*BEACH*
The sands of this beach are a surprisingly clean & clear golden yellow, and it almost seems unending. But within the few miles you can see, you spot dozens of beach bodies young & old lying back on towels & soaking in rays, making sandcastles or sandscultures of impressive design, and you can clearly smell burgers & hot dogs being grilled on charcoal barbecues.
A plastic disk flies low through the air and lightly bonks (player) in the knee. You see a group of six or seven beachgoers waving at your group and asking you to throw the frisbee back.
(FIGHT/SHOOT/PHYSIQUE Roll) You toss the disk as best you can and...
(high roll) it lands right in the hands of one of the nearest beachgoers
(low roll) it lands just short of them in the sand at their feet
...which makes everyone in their group cheer, and one of them asks if you AND your friends wanna join in!
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*OCEAN*
Before you set foot in the water, you are called out to by a trio of people riding by the edge of the water on short skimboards like they're skating on the wet sand.
You haven't seen water as clean & clear as this in a long time, and just watching & listening to the water crash against the shore is surprisingly pleasant. The water ungulates and carries you up & down slowly, and you see other people swimming through the ungulations.
Your group is approached by an Orangutan man in green shorts with long red hair and a massive grin, pedaling through the water on a longboard surfboard. He looks behind himself and starts pedaling forward, until you ee the water rising high over your head as a giant wave and CRASHES into your faces, but that man rides it all the way back to the beach like it was NOTHING.
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*BOARDWALK*
It takes a few steps to get up there, but you see dozens of people in beach attire traveling across it on foot, skates, scooters, bikes, and skateboards. Scattered along the distance is several miniature stores, shacks, and pop-up stands selling swimsuits, inflatables, sunscreen, towels, sunglasses, magic rings in a yellow hue, and even surf board rentals. There's also a few stands selling cold snacks including ice cream, shaved ice, frozen yogurt, and a few iced drinks.
*IF FOOD*
As you read the menu, you spot a little caricature of a bee holding up a sign saying all sugary foods are sweetened with all natural honey instead of sugar.
A portly pelican man in a baseball cap and a blue tank top with a yellow nametag reading HORACE happily meets you at the counter. "Hey there! What can get I get for ya?"
*IF SHOP*
A fashionable flamingo woman smiles and waves to your group, her light brown hair tied back and draped over her shoulder across a white polo tee, her yellow nametag reading JANICE. "Welcome in! Can I help you find anything?"
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(IF DM/REGALIA)
"Oh, you wanna talk to Zahir. You won't have to search far, he tends to make himself known. He's hosting an event later today, so if you just wanna hang out you'll figure out where he is."
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Later on in the evening,
(NOTICE Roll) You spot a sudden influx of people walking in from the gate. And unlike the normal beachgoers up to now, they are all dressed a little strangely. Alot of the guys are shirtless and alot of the girls are in bikini tops, but many of them are wearing bright neon mesh clothing and their pants or shorts are either black or matching neons.
You ALSO begin to hear a deep repetitive thumping in the distance, like someone is banging on a very large drum. And it looks like all these oddly dressed people are heading for that noise.
*FOLLOW THE NOISE*
You spot a large building in the distance, what looks like a repurposed warehouse. The people you spotted heading toward that beat are going inside, and that beat doubles in volume the second the doors are open, but you're a bit too far to see what is inside.
*OPEN DOOR*
Your ears are met with a thunderous BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM, a repetitive thud so deep and powerful it makes your whole body rumble
*STEP INSIDE*
There is a MASSIVE hexagonal plate glass panel floorspace, lit up and flashing multiple different colors and filled with people bumping, jumping, grinding and vibing to that powerful beat, their neon clothes glowing intensely in this low light.
You have entered a beach rave.
Sitting around the doors on the left and right are tables of clothing and accessories.
Dozens of people are walking around in the audience, talking as best they can over the music, dancing to the beat in a myriad of styles, and overall just being friendly.
You can also see a VERY vibrantly dressed person manning the DJ table in the back of the room, and he is having the time of his yellow little life.
*MERCH TABLES*
- The table on the left has glowsticks galore, neon shirts & wristbands, and beaded accessories of many different styles, ran by portly pelican man in a baseball cap and a blue tank top, his yellow nametag reading HORACE
- The table on the right has few bowls of yellow punch right beside the changing rooms with a distinct aroma of honey, as well as tall paper cups full of the same stuff or just plain water, ran by a flamingo woman with light brown hair tied back and draped over her shoulder across a white polo tee, her nametag reading JANICE
*IN THE AUDIENCE*
(NOTICE Roll)(Lowest to Highest)
- A white tiger woman bumps hips with someone, wearing baggy black pants with reflective orange stripes and a black crop top
- A ferret dances backwards right in front of your group, only wearing some cutoff jean shorts and glowsticks around his wrists, and just waves at you before booty shaking his way back into the audience.
- A hand FIRMLY grabs a handful of SOMEONE's ass, and you have no clue who did it
- You spot SOMEONE in the distance just eyeing your group up before heading out the door
*DJ STATION*
You approach the massive speakers thumping and rumbling around a LARGE wooden DJ stand as a yellow butterfly man operates the turntable, fnishing out the current track. He picks up a nearby microphone, speaking with a firm tone toward the audience with a slight echo. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THANK YOU FOR COMING OUT TONIGHT AND MAKING THIS SHOW COME TO LIFE!"
The people around you cheer excitedly and applaud, before the butterfly man continues, "NOW IT'S TIME FOR THE MAN YOU ARE ALL HERE TO SEE, THE DEMENSE MASTER HIMSELF, DJ ZAHIR!!!" The lights around you AND in the floor all dim as you hear a deep low thumping beat begin to sound out around you, the only light in the room from the glowsticks those around you are holding.
Over the stage, you see a swirling yellow light hovering over head, slowly expanding in swirling waves into a massive yellow flower. The flower petals open wide and reveal a glowing neon yellow honeybee man inside, lying upside down in the petals and stretching his four arms over his head.
When you hear the beat drop, the four arms suddenly CLAP in front of it, causing the flower to explode into millions of particles of light, floating outward in every direction. The bee man zips downward and waves happily at everyone from above,, laughing happily as everyone reaches back up to him.
His hair is a frazzled dirty blonde around his two antennae, he easily hands out a flurry of high fives with his four arms, and his glowing outfit of a black tee, jerkin, tight pants, boots, and detached elbow-to-wrist bell sleeves is all outlined and laced with neon yellow along the belt, zipper, laces, and inner & outer edges.
As he hovers over the audience, he rights himself and begins to spin around, pulling all the light particles back around himself and resembling a slow-spinning galaxy, before sending them to the ceiling, decorating it like a starry sky. He flies back over toward the DJ station, taking the microphone from the butterfly man, speaking loudly into it with a youthfully energetic tone.
"FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART, I WELCOME EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU, NEW AND RETURNING, TO SHIIINEDOOOOOWN!!!" Applause ERUPTS from the people around you.
"I INVITE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU, FOR ONE NIGHT, TO LET YOURSELVES GO, SHARE IN THE JOY OF THOSE AROUND YOU, AND LET YOUR BEAUTIFUL SOULS SHINE LIKE THE FUCKING SUN!!!"
And that is when the doors to the building get kicked open, causing the music to suddenly cut out. The Marauders march their happy asses inside, all grinning ear to ear. This time, they brought dozens of footsoldiers carrying baseball bats and swinging chains. They immediately surround everyone and start smashing lights, cutting cables, attacking speakers, and flipping tables.
A smaller group of better dressed individuals stays near the doors, the leader pulling out a golden pistol and aiming it at the partygoers in the middle. "Aight you bunch of hippies, we're here to 'repossess the property.' Everyone cooperates, noone ends up with a hole in their heads."
*IF THEY STEP FORTH*
Music suddenly starts up with an IMMEDIATE hard flourish of sound, and several of the Marauders on stage go FLYING over everyone's heads, one landing in front of your group on their back. Zahir is standing behind the DJ station, grinning ear to ear as you hear an energetic thumping beat begins to play.
The people in the audience begin to clap in time with the music, every single one of them suddenly feeling the beat, and it is ENERGIZING them. Once that beat drops, you see a hundred eager party people jump the surrounding Marauders and fight back against them, leaving the more powerful group in the middle... to you and yours.
AFTER THE FIGHT
Around the time you finish your fight, all the partygoers are laughing and high fiving each other, having finished around the same time as you. You see all the other Marauders tied up with various pieces of cabling, clothing, and even their own chains.
Zahir approaches the center of the room, eyes wide and one set of hands over his mouth, the other crossed over his stomach. The speakers were destroyed, cables were cut, and several light fixtures were destroyed.
The leader of the captured Marauders starts laughing at you and everyone else in the room. "Mission accomplished! The party's over!"
Zahir's head suddenly turns to a creepy degree to look at him dead in the eyes, smiling wide, before responding, "What makes you say that?"
... "we downed your lights, broke your speakers, and killed your vibe. Sure looks over to me!"
All four of Zahir's hands begin to glow a soft yellow light as he slowly and methodically walks toward the Marauder, touching the shoulders and hands of people he walks by, leaving stains of pure light magic on their bodies.
His smile just widens. "Let me shed some light on this for you. If the vibe is dead, would they all still be here?" The leader realizes not a single person has left yet.
Zahir continues, dramatically cupping two of his hands around his ears. "If the speakers are dead, why do I hear music?" The people whom are glowing have started singing, in a gospel choir type of way where it's all vocalizing, but its a beautiful harmonious note. And you also see that more and more people are starting to glow as they touch each other's hands and shoulders.
Zahir stops walking and crouches down in front of the Marauder. "And if the lights are dead, why is it so bright in here?" By this point, everyone in the room is glowing like night lights, and more than half of them are vocalizing.
The Marauder scoffs at him. "You're the one doing that, you idiot!"
"Oh, all I did was open the blinds. Most people can't see it through their fleshy bodies, but I see it in them, and these people here... they all learned to see it in each other."
He slowly steps around behind the Marauder before continuing, placing his hands on his shoulders. "I see it in you too. It's dim, but it's there. It's the kind of light you can't turn off. It's their beautiful souls!" He suddenly pauses to snap his fingers.
Back at the podium, you see a line of sparks fly up in a zigzag pattern across the front of the table, slowly opening to reveal a set of hidden internal hexagonal speakers, folding out and open to fully cover and obscure the busted ones, even starting to glow with RGB style lighting.
Zahir rests his chin atop the Marauder's head. "Lights and speakers are just things, break them all you like. The people ARE the party. They can sing. They can dance. And they can shine. Like the fucking. Sun."
The marauder is just confused at this point, but you can see the gears in his head turn as the message is starting to sink in. In the middle of that thought, Zahir steps back and rears back all four arms. "Now it's your turn!"
Zahir slams all four hands into the Marauder's back, flooding his body with magical light. The Marauder's shirt is blown completely off, and when Zahir removes his hands, the Marauder's back now has four handprints on it, each with three digits but the palms lined up in a circle, looking like a 12 point sun. The Marauder's eyes are glowing with light and he is enamored by the sight of colors, dumbfounded by the sight of it all.
"That light is stronger than any weapon, than the strongest metal, the deadliest virus! So long as their souls shine bright, THIS PARTY WILL NEVER DIE!!!" Everyone in the audience NOT humming that tune cheers at the same time, lighting the warehouse with magnificent light AND noise.
The Marauder is in awe, everything looking like a kaleidoscope through his eyes as that magic takes hold of his senses, and he breaks out into hysterical laughter. From the outside, he looks like he is tripping balls.
Zahir picks him up bridal style, and flies him up into a dance cage near the center of the ceiling. Thanks to that light magic coursing through him, he is illuminating the whole place as well as any light fixture ever could.
The music starts coming from the new speakers, harmozing with the vocalization at first until it completely overtakes it. The second that beat drops, the audience is dancing like the party never stopped.
Zahir flutters overhead in a wide circle as he sees the party has picked back up, giving everyone a fly by high five. Or high three in his case. He eventually comes to your group and lands in front of you, offering each of you high fives and handshakes. "Crazy night, right?! Not every day I gotta break out the special gear!"
*DM/REGALIA*
"Indeedily I am! Guessing you're here to try and grab my gear, right?" He laughs a bit. "I'd love to, but I think you all deserve a fun night after laying the THmackdown on those guys earlier. What say we enjoy the party tonight, and you come by another day? Then we can do this fight right!"

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This warbling gate is a golden ring with a blue magic wall, looking like a slow running waterfall
On the island:
https://youtu.be/XO1MC0BS3K4?si=ZZ4U42grIgWaw_Lv
After meeting Dorrin:
https://youtu.be/9xeWvFntMcc?si=OgqCsCZTSwpMFxX0
## As you exit the BLUE gate,
Your nose is immediately bombarded by the stench of sea salt and your ears are greeted to the sound of seagulls, and your feet THUNK with every step you take on this wooden walkway. This wooden path stretches around an island in a mile wide rectangle, and the only thing beyond it is endless miles of water.
Welcome to the **Ocean** domain!
Despite the lack of overall land, the area is anything but lifeless. Dozens of people are walking about in either sailor uniforms, fishing outfits, or deep sea diving gear, all chatting each other up like it was the most normal thing in the world.
The gate itself is bound to the side of one of the nearby buildings, and there is a signpost with guiding arrows and signs.
*SOUTH SIDE SHOPS*
*EAST SIDE DIVING*
*WEST SIDE DOCKS*
*NORTH SIDE FISHING*
*CENTRAL STORAGE*
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*SOUTHSIDE SHOPS*
All ten shops appear to be selling the same thing, a massive amount of freshly caught seafood of course, but a couple are selling clothing designed for the waters, fishing rods, tackle & bait, fresh catches, some magic rings in a blue hue, and even some boat & diving suit rentals.
The shopkeep, an octopus currently handling four business transactions at once with a blue nametag reading KLEIN, says he hasn't seen the big lug in a while now.
*EASTSIDE DIVERS*
This stretch of wood seems to be for people to dive full-body in to the water without a vessel. All of them bare minimum have either a net, a spear, or a blade on hand before they dive in.
The diver you speak to (completely obscured by the suit) muffledly tells you the guy is around here somewhere.
*WESTSIDE BOATS*
Each boat varies greatly in size from a basic 2 man fishing boat to a massive crew-bearing multi-floor vessel, and each one carries out fish as small as simple trout, as large as massive swordfish, and as weird-looking as blue lobsters.
If asked, they will simply tell you he hasn't been around for a few weeks, which sucks because their catches have been on a bit of a decline without him.
*NORTHSIDE FISHERS*
For the most part, it's just a bunch of guys in basic fishing gear casting their lines from the dock itself instead of the boat, although some of them seem so buzzed they likely don't even care about the fishing anymore. Some kids are even fishing with their dads using string-on-a-stick fishing poles. There's even a pole sticking out of a huge pile of seaweed in the corner.
Upon being asked, the drunk men start slurring their words at you, but a sparrow in a captain's hat says something to the effect of 'if he ain't in his house, he's either out bulking, sulking, or skulking', and just start laughing like it was the funniest joke they ever heard.
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*SHACKS*
The outermost shacks are essentially just ice boxes for the peoples' fish, which you watch them load up as you walk by. However, you do see some of them get bigger as you get closer to the center.
(INVESTIGATE ROLL) The shack in the center is surprisingly large, to the point you could swear it mimicked a two story building. It has an actual front door with stairs leading up to it, and the door appears to be partly open.
Inside is a fairly decent looking living space. Tables and couches in the living room, burgundy colored painted walls, fully functional kitchen with an extra large fridge, and well maintained stairs leading to the next floor.
*UPSTAIRS*
You find a pair of fully furnished bedrooms, one of which CLEARLY is designed to house a girl with darker tastes, and the other furnished for more of a sharp dressed man.
(INVESTIGATE ROLL) The place is surprisingly clean, nothing appears to be damaged or out of the ordinary, but you DO notice everything seems to have several days worth of dust all over it.
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*INVESTIGATE ROLL ON THE NORTH*
You suddenly realize that pile of seaweed in the corner is... moving?
You hear a grumbling sound from within the seaweed as it starts to grow in size, revealing a massive person hiding within. He slowly rises to his feet, looming over your group by several inches. The seaweed slowly slips off his body to reveal a buff shark body, his massive tail swinging out from behind him, clearing the view to what little remained of his ocean blue swim trunks, shredded and tattered below the knees. Despite standing up, he faces away from your group toward the ocean.
*IF ANYONE SAYS ANYTHING*
He will abruptly cut them off. "I know why you're here. And my answer is no."
He waits for their retort. "I dont care anymore. The people here don't deserve the kindness of freedom. Not anymore." He will begin to walk away, grabbing the string-on-a-stick rod, which actually turns out to be a harpoon upside down.
*IF THEY ASK WHY*
He sighs and looks to the group, his ocean blue orbs glowing lightly. "You are among the freshest newbies, I assume. Your country sent you here because you were among the best of the volunteers or something along those lines. The people of these lands are all either the same way or the descendants of those people. And that includes the marauders."
"Those people, raised from such a 'noble and well educated background,' ambushed me in an attempt to take my Regalia by force. And when they didn't get what they wanted, they took something even more precious from me. They proved the quality of a person is irrelevant to their desperation when it comes to getting what they want." He smashes his tail through a nearby plank of wood, causing it to break immediately. "They don't deserve anything less than the suffering they get." And he leaves, heading into the water and submerging himself in it, disappearing from sight.
A fisherman nearby who heard the hold thing approaches, an old otter man in blue sailor garb and a blue nametag that says GALLON, grabs your group's attention with his thick West Country English accent. "Don't take it personally lads, he be grievin' somethin' fierce. Come with me, I'll explain everythin'."
He takes you to a fairly good size fishing vessel docked on the east docks, complete with a second floor and enough standing room for a dozen people AND their catches, with a sign on the rear naming it 'The Barrel of Forty-Two.'
*IF ASKED WHY*
He laughs heartily and replies, "Because a barrel can hold 42 gallons!"
He takes you out a good mile from the docks, and hands each of you a fishing rod if you want, before flopping in the northernmost seat on the boat and casting out his own line. "Ah... nothin' like the deep blue sea, is thar? Just endless ocean, a gull here or there, and the catch of the day waitin' to be caught."
*WHEN ASKED ABOUT DM,*
Gallon sighs a bit before responding. "As I said, don't hate the lad. Dorrin is a prideful lad that had his greatest treasure stolen, something far more valuable than sunken gold or that fancy spear o' his. He lost his daughter, a local legend around these parts. Her name was Vivid."
"He adopted her when she was a teenage lass, no memory of her parents. Ye wouldn't think 'im the fatherin' type, but he raised 'er ta be a fine woman. Beautiful too, her Crimson eyes offset her grayscale fur so well, she had ta turn away many a suitor. If fer no other reason, 'er father would eat 'em alive given th' chance. Provided she di'nt dice the lads inta chum first."
"It was about a month ago. The blasted marauders had just come by and tried to muck up the fishermen, but ol' Dorrin an' Vivid took care of 'em right quick. His power an' brutality was only matched by 'er speed and precision. Truly a tag team from Hell."
"But after they were sent packin', new ones stepped in and challenged 'im. An' there was somethin' diff'rent about one of 'em, somethin'... wrong. There were only three, but they challenged 'im fer 'is Regalia, and he accepted the 3 on 1. And they fought dirty."
"The two he fought first, a lad and a lass, put up a good fight. Zapped 'im, cooked 'im, froze 'im like a fishstick. And he took 'em down. But that last one, he did somethin' most foul.. while Dorrin was busy fightin' 'em, the last one told his men to take Vivid hostage. She fought as hard as she could, but they managed to take 'er away."
"When Dorrin realized she was nabbed, it was all that last one needed to strike. He used some form of magic gun, golden in hue, fired it right at the distracted Domain Master. It hit Dorrin hard enough to take 'im down. But the thing they never realized was, Dorrin is too tough to die."
"It was over in a flash, Dorrin had stood back up and had the leader's head an' helmet in his jaw, an' the other two in his hands by the throats. And right when 'e was about to eat the bastard's head clean through, 'e surrendered an' broke off the challenge, grabbed his men an' ran away."
"We couldnt get a good look at 'em, but I saw that lad's bloodied face through the broken helmet, got a good look at 'is eye when 'is helmet got crushed against 'is skull. He saw death in those Jaws. An' 'e barely escaped it with his life."
"Since then, Dorrin's waited every wakin' moment for them to return, hoping he can grab 'em an' squeeze 'em for any information. But they haven't returned even once, so he's just waited for 'em for an entire month."
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*WHY NOT GO AFTER HER*
He turns to the one who asked. "Yer genuinely askin' why a six foot four enraged and grievin' shark man with the powers of the ocean at 'is fingertips doesn't go gallavantin' through the Town of Diadem, bellowin' about his lost daughter?"
"It only takes a single match to start a fire, (lad/lass). He knows if he does that an' even ONE person gets scared, he'll incite a riot. Domain Master or not, people would fear 'im. It takes all 'is self control not to do just that."
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"I feel for th' lad, I do. All 'e wants is to know if his daughter is okay. He believes she is, but ev'ry day that passes without her is another day of misery fer 'im."
(CONTACTS ROLL) Someone suddenly remembers they have a shadowy informant on standby waiting for them.
To summon him, you need a bit of darkness, which the second floor will likely offer.
*Striker appears in the second floor*
"I knew you couldn't stay away forever... to what do I owe the patronage?"
*AFTER THEY EXPLAIN*
"Hm hm.. Very well, I'll find your Vivid of the Crimson Eye, but this time it will cost you. Head back to the mainland, I should have something for you by the time you arrive. We can discuss payment then..." He fades into the shadows of the boat.
When you return, Striker is sitting in the shade of one of the shacks, munching sloppily on a fresh fish carcass. "Mm, delicious.. Oh hello there, welcome back~"
*IF THEY ASK*
"OH I found whom you were looking for, and she is very much alive..." An eerie moment of silence befalls the entire island, as Dorrin has appeared behind Striker. "..what? Is there something on my face?" He turns around and gasps strainedly as he realizes it too.
Dorrin is staring down at him with the intensity of a man ready to commit murder. "What... did you... just... say..?"
Striker turns to him and indignantly replies. "Now see here, fish breath, I will not be intimidated by the likes of HYEARGH!!" He is grabbed by the neck and lifted clean off his feet, meeting eye to eye with Dorrin, while he grabs at Dorrin's arm to try and free himself.
Dorrin leans in close and stares him in his bug eyes. "You stink of Cassius..." That makes Striker freeze in place for a moment, before Dorrin drops him and aims his Spear at Striker. "Now speak, insect. What do you know?"
Striker nervously gulps, and responds, "She's alive, she's alive! My informants spotted someone with Crimson eyes in Diadem a few days ago! I couldn't get an exact location but she's somewhere in the Essentials district!" When that spear backs away, he sighs deeply, but jumps in place when Dorrin flops on his ass, staring in the sky.
"I knew it... I knew she was alive..." His entire demeanor shifts and softens significantly, and you could almost see a smile on his face. He turns to your group after a moment. "Thank you... you have done me a great service. I owe you a debt that will be repaid."
Striker stands up and complains. "What about me?! I'm the one who got the information! Surely I deserve compensation as well!"
Dorrin simply reaches over, grabs him by the head, and pulls him down. "You may live to see another day, vermin." He then accurately throws him backward, Striker screaming the whole time as he flies through the air and falls right through the portal.
Dorrin finally stands back up, raises his Spear in the air, and speaks in a proud voice, "Today is a glorious day! Vivid of the Crimson Eye still lives!!!" And literally everyone on the wharf island cheers at this news. High fives are being exchanged, dancing lines are forming, bottles of booze are appearing out of nowhere.
"And these are the people whom we have to thank for this information. As repayment, I will accept your challenge, any day of the week you desire. This information is more valuable than any Regalia." He pauses and turns away before continuing, "But not today. For the first time in a month, I am ready to rest." He slowly walks away, headed for the large house in the middle of the island.
Everyone else, however, is shouting, dancing, and taking drinks of booze in celebration that their island legend is still very much alive.

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This warbling gate is a golden ring with a gray magic wall, looking like a slowly moving gray fog
In the graveyard:
https://youtu.be/fX07qD_782Y?si=DipdsPgRYBKiCadk
In the cathedral:
https://youtu.be/6H2JbT4BRDU?si=lvecRpHQf5X5fU8H
## Upon exiting the GRAY gate,
you feel a strange chill run up all your spines. Not from it being cold, but moreso because you find yourself face to face with several rows of tombstones that extend into an unending gray mist.
Welcome to the **Graveyard** domain!
(WILL ROLL)
(Lowest roller) suddenly has the strangest sensation that they don't want to go any further inside. Not so much that they're afraid to, but like 10,000 really REALLY bad outcomes just appeared on their mind at once and it is compelling them to turn and run.
*IF THEY CONTINUE*
As far as the eye can see is just rows upon rows of graves and fog, none more distinct than the other barring a few with unique headstones. Other than that and the occasional tree, the only distinguishing thing in the area is the brick path in the ground leading forward.
(NOTICE ROLL) The dates and ages on the grave catch your eye. The graves in the front row next to the road are all brand new, some not even a day old, and most of their ages are upwards of 80s and 90s, barring the occasional person that passed far too young.
(NOTICE roll) You spot someone in the distance, their body obscured by the mist.
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*IF THEY APPROACH*
You see a gray wolf man with messy white hair kneeling with a small handful of flowers, arranging them against the grave in front of him. As you approach, he will stand and walk over to a wheeled flower cart behind him, picking up a bushel of those colorful flowers.
*IF THEY WAIT OR CALL OUT*
The obscured figure will slowly approach, revealing themselves to be a wolf man with messy white hair, pulling a wheeled wooden cart behind himself. He will suddenly stop, walking around to the back side of the cart, and grab an arm load of brightly colored flowers.
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*IF THEY SAY ANYTHING OR APPROACH FURTHER*
The wolf man will suddenly turn to your group, his eyes a dull emerald green. He will speak with a soft Tamil accent, "Oh... Abologies, I was focusing on my work." He will take the fresh bushel of flowers to any graves next to the main path and place a few flowers on each one.
(Tamil sounds similar to Indian accents)
(Replace T with D, P with B, roll the R)
*ASK ABOUT DM/REGALIA*
He will raise a hand again so he can speak. "Abologies again, bud I have much work do do. If you will meed me ad dhe ceremony hall, I will dalk do you dhere." He will pick up his cart and roll past your group, eyes to the ground as he walks forward slowly.
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You eventually spot a large cathedral-like facility with a massive pair of wide open doors. There is also a building at either side, not as fancy as the huge cathedral in the middle, but built similarly. Thanatos will park his cart off to the right side before turning to your group.
*LEFT BUILDING*
You find a door leading into a storage facility filled with instruments. Mostly pianos, violins, harps, flutes, ceremonial drums, and the tools to repair them all.
*RIGHT BUILDING*
You find a door leading into a warehouse with several sets of nice dress clothes in multiple sizes, as well as "pine boxes" in identical sizes, plus shovels, large slabs of stone, chisels, choir gowns, extra wooden podiums, and a surprisingly large hair and makeup kit.
*OPEN CATHEDRAL*
You enter the main congregation hall, with rows of pews like any other church, but the elevated stage in the back is holding a podium, an open casket, and a portrait of the deceased. The dozens of people in the seats are chattering, reminiscing, crying, and even laughing as they support each other. There are also a few people walking up to the casket to say their goodbyes.
(CONTACTS ROLL) It's a photo of Warton, the elderly bulldog man that ran the bookstore
A younger bulldog man steps forth to the podium as that same grayscale wolf man you met earlier steps up to the piano, playing a soft tune as the bulldog speaks. "Hello, uh.. My name is Peyton, and I'm Warton's son. I want to thank you all for coming out to say your goodbyes and... I'm... I'm sorry, I'm gonna need a moment." He pauses to step away and take a stilling breath.
"My father was a unique kind of guy. Always happy, well read, smartest man I ever met. Je was always on the lookout for some new story or book he'd never heard of, loved meeting new people, and all he ever wanted was for others to love stories as much as he did. He made sure to read to me every night, and I always felt like I never really told him how much it meant to me that he did..." He paused again, fighting back tears.
"Back when I was a student at Diadem University, they had a class where they went over each known religion's interpretation of the afterlife. They were all different, but the trend showed if you were a decent person, then when you died, you went somewhere amazing or maybe got a better life the next time around."
"I say that to say, this man was quite possibly the kindest, strongest, and most morally upright man I ever knew. And I may not be a religious man, but if any of them turns out to be true, he deserves the absolute best and has MORE than earned it." He turns to the casket, mic in hand. "Thank you for everything. I just hope that, wherever you are right now, you know that you are now, and always will be, loved."
The audience erupts in applause and comments, a few stepping up on stage to hug and compliment his bravery. The next person in line, a cardinal man, steps up to speak next.
(NOTICE ROLL) One of you noticed the music had stopped and the wolf man had moved to the opposite side of the aisle as you.
"I abologize for my indrusion, I hope you do not mind. Bud afder hearing him, I needed do dake a moment for myself. Id is empowering do hear one speak with such passion. And his lade fadher is so full of pride knowing his son dhinks so highly of him."
*IF THEY ASK HOW HE KNOWS*
"Id is my... gifd, in a sense. Odhers Domain Masders can see and feel dhe bower of dhe elemends dhemselves, bud mine is somedhing much differend." He extends his hand for you to touch.
*TOUCH THE HAND*
Everything you can see shifts a bit, the room around you losing its color, and the people themselves now giving a faint glow of various bodily colors. The angry people show off red, the sad ones are blue, the scared ones glow white, and you could swear you see a person shrouded in gray that wasn't there a moment ago, patting the shoulder of the blue shrouded bulldog man that spoke earlier.
"Deadh Magic is somedhing many beoble do not undersdand, bud id is an inherend way do dap dhe bower of exisdence idself. You beer indo dhe very essence of life, and eben beyond." You see that person in gray suddenly dissipate into mist, spreading out into the open air. And the son looks around confused, suddenly becoming deep in thought.
"Unlike life magic which is freely given, deadh magic is more finide, and only exisds because dhose dhat came before lefd dhad magic behind, simbly by exisding in dhe firsd place. And as dhe caredaker of dhe graveyard and dhe magic widhin, I believe every life deserves do be celebraded for ever having exisded." He takes his hand away, and everything fades back into normal view.
(EMPATHY ROLL) However, (highest roller)'s eyes are acting a bit odd, and are glitching a bit back and forth between normal view and this new mood ring like view.
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That player has earned a new STUNT:
EYES OF ETERNITY
- +2 on EMPATHY rolls with people in distress
- EMPATHY ROLL to read emotions as a color aura
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His wolf ears will suddenly flick a bit, and he will stand up, staring atraight at the door. "I beliebe we have uninvided guesds.. excuse me." He will quietly walk out the door, making sure to close it behind him. Despite this, you can hear several screams of men AND women just outside, while thankfully the people at the funeral have not heard a word.
*WHEN THEY GO OUTSIDE*
You will see the thickest blanket of gray mist outside the doors, but you THINK you can also recognize the outline of seven or eight people, the closest one looking like the wolf man. But as the mist begins to clear, the others are revealed to be Marauders, but they are all terrified of the wolf man.
His back is turned to your group, but he is holding what looks like an old fashioned wooden scythe with a wolf skull accenting the top of the staff where it meets the long curved blade. All the Marauders are shaking like leaves, all of them surrounded by a thick layer of the gray mist. Thanatos steps forward, causing them all to jump a bit, before he speaks, "None of you are on dhe lisd... I advise you leave before dhad changes..."
Every single Marauder suddenly screams and runs away like some kind of bad horror movie, and you see the wolf man's shoulders slump a bit. He turns to your group, the scythe he was holding dissipating into the mist around him. "Abologies, again, bud now dhad we are oudside, I believe now is a good dime for indroductions... my name is Thanatos, and if id was nod obvious, I am dhe Domain Masder."
*IF ASKED ABOUT CHALLENGE*
He sighs a bit and nods. "Drudhfully I would nod be able do do this right now, as I have many ceremonies to berform doday. Dhis one should be just aboud over, and a new one shall begin soon afder." Just as he says that, everyone at the ceremony files out the front doors, casket at the very front in the arms of four men, the rest following with all the photos and flowers in hand.
One of the grieving women, an elderly cardinal, walks over to Thanatos, sniffing and tearing up. "Thank you for such a lovely ceremony, sir. You did everything perfectly." He kneels down so he is at her eye level, taking her hands in his and smiling softly at her.
"A gread man deserves nodhing less dhan do be surrounded by friends and family, no differend dhan in life. All I did was provide dhe venue. Your people... dhey made dhe ceremony come to life." She suddenly jumps up and hugs him tightly, bawling into his shoulder for a moment, and he eventually returns her embrace. And that is when she realizes your group standing right behind him.
She quickly releases him and covers her mouth with both hands over a soft gasp, taking a step back, and straightens her outfit out a bit. "I-Im so sorry, I didn't see you there.. I'm Riwena. I'm here for the service.. obviously.." She pauses and looks to Thanatos. "Are these your friends, or..?"
He replies, "Dhey are nod friends ber se, dhey are.. a fudure abboindmend."
She gasps a bit and walks up to you all, wiping her eyes with a tissue. "I'm so sorry for your loss. My husband just lost his closest friend and gambling buddy."
Thanatos reaches down and holds her shoulder. "Acdually no, dhere is no loss. Dhey have a differend kind of abboindmend."
She turns to him a bit confused. "You do other things than funerals here?"
"Indeed. We host birdhday bardies, ghosd sdory nighds, and slam poedry readings on weekends." And she bursts out laughing, which catches the attention of the entire congregation as they set up the carry to the burial. He kindly ushers her to go back to her event, and she staggers off, laughing the whole way.
"Dhad is dhe kind of momend I exisd for. Despide dhe endless flow of dears, she found a momend do share a smile. And now, dhad smile will become as infecdious as the woe dhad broughd dhem here. And she knows if she can smile ad a dime like dhis, dhen... she will be okay." By the time he stops talking, the entire group of people she was part of are all bellowing in laughter.
(Whoever kept the eye ability can see her blue sadness fading into yellow joy, as does many others)
"Id is dime for me do begin proceedings for dhe next ceremony... bud I meand whad I said when I referred to you as a fudure abboindmend. Come back on any fudure dade and we shall have your challenge. For now, I have much do do." He will step away from your group, heading back into the cathedral and slamming the doors behind him.

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The warbling gate is a golden ring with a green magic wall, looking like a slow swirling tornado
In the meadow:
https://youtu.be/TZSA5HbOIEA?si=LsifjOBxxEd7iTrq
In the Archery range:
https://youtu.be/D9X-bE51G08?si=v7PRWVioJGvBxWTb
## Upon exiting the GREEN gate,
you feel the gentlest of breezes grazing your faces, you hear the lightest rustling of leaves in nearby trees, and as far as the eye can see is almost all lush green grasses, only sparsely populated by the occasional tree. The sky is as blue as the ocean, only decorated by a few small clouds, and for the first time since you entered the island, you are greeted by almost pure silence.
Welcome to the **Grasslands** domain!
(ATHLETICS ROLL)
The silence is abruptly interrupted by a sputtering noise coming from right beside your group, a horse head suddenly leaning down and very curiously sniffing (lowest roller) over. You also notice the horse is inside a large wooden corral. Which is connected to a stable with a dozen different shape and size horses, all behind a sign on the front that reads "Villi's Fillies, Rentals 10z."
*IF ANYONE COMMENTS ON IT*
A female voice from behind you speaks out. "Knock it off Rosa, they don't have food for you!"
The gate is attached to a fairly large boulder, and lying atop said Boulder stretched out is a white kitsune, her arms under her head as she stares into the sky, one leg crossed over the other. "Dont worry about the horses, long as you don't mess with them, they won't mess with you too much."
*ASKS ABOUT HER*
She doesn't really move, but her head turns a little toward you. "Name's Villi. You new here? Most people know this to be the place for some peace and quiet."
*ASKING ABOUT DM/REGALIA*
She sits upright and perks her ears, listening for a moment before pointing out a rather large oak tree in the distance. "You want Corentin, he's that way. Either practicing or sleeping on some warm rock." At best, you're looking at an hour of foot travel.
*IF ANYONE COMPLAINS*
She will roll her eyes a bit. "Follow me." She jumps down to the other side of the rock, stepping out from behind it and walking into the ranch's main entrance.
*IF THEY FOLLOW*
She will lead you into a walkway outside of the main pen, a few of the horses within approaching your group curiously. "Walking would take a while, but if you were to ride THESE, you'd get there in a few minutes."
*IF YES*
She will guide (1/2 the number of players rounded up) horses toward the entrance, and straps a double seated saddle on each. "Pick your pairs, I don't have enough single saddles for all of you right now." While you decide, she will also put on a simple set of reigns, holding them for your group.
(ONLY OFFER HORSES TO THOSE WITH DRIVE AND/OR WHO MAKE THE ROLL)
*REGARDLESS OF WHICH OPTION*
As you travel through the lush grasses, you see mostly open greenery all being pushed around by a light breeze, and you hear leaves rustling in the nearby trees. Other than that, it's a quiet calm journey to the largest tree you can see.
(NOTICE ROLL) You detect a peculiar scent in the air, something delicate and sweet. And it gets stronger as you approach the tree.
You arrive at your destination, the giant oak tree Villi pointed out. And it is ALOT bigger than you thought it would be, looking about 30 feet wide at its base and easily 50 feet tall.
To the left is a fairly large wooden corral with a dozen horses inside, not too different from your own.
To the right is a fenced in garden with rows upon rows of bushes covered in flowers, which is where the scent appears to be coming from.
The grass between the tree, corral, and garden is kept incredibly clean to the ground, but the grass outside and around it is tall enough to act like a natural fence line.
*IF CORRAL*
All the horses inside are casually eating grass or drinking from a nearby trough of water, all of them wearing saddles, most of which are single seaters. The corral doorway has a large sign on it saying "hold your horses" and a latched gate that CAN be opened from the outside.
*IF GARDEN*
There are a dozen rows of bush that stretch out several yards back, all contained within a handcrafted wooden fence. The lattice archway at the entrance is about eight feet high and ten feet wide, with a wooden sign on the left stating "Camellia Sinensis" and an identical sign on the right side stating "free to take." Each row of bushes are the same from beginning to end, some having flowers and some having tiny brown or green berries.
(INVESTIGATE ROLL) The bushes that DO have flowers are either a brilliant white or with some small amounts of pink, seven or eight petals each, with yellow stamen in each of them.
(CONTACTS ROLL) Camellia Sinensis is the scientific name for the Tea Plant. You are looking at an acre-sized tea garden.
*IF OAK TREE*
You couldn't see it from so far away, but there is a large treehouse hidden inside its higher branches. It is masterfully crafted, shaped right in and around the branches themselves, blending in seamlessly. There is also a rope ladder AND a climbing rope leading up to it.
*IF THEY CALL UP*
You get no response except for some chirping of birds around you.
*IF THEY CLIMB IN*
The treehouse is proportioned professionally well, has three main rooms, and is full of breezy open windows.
- The central room has a wood and wicker double couch & single chair set with a coffee table in between them all, and a fireplace centered behind them.
- There is a kitchen space on the left with wooden table & chairs, cabinets, shelves, a sink, and a fridge.
> The cabinets are full of glass dishware
> The shelves hold several airtight jars full of dried plant leaves
> The sink looks normal, but the fridge is an old fashioned ice box and doesn't use electricity
- To the right of the living room is a door that is slightly cracked open, and you can see what looks like an awkward sized and shaped mattress, looking like it might be a giant fabric sack full of hay or straw?
(NOTICE ROLL) From a nearby window, you can see a few long wooden tables sticking up from a clearing in the shorter grass, and you can see dozens of people walking about like some kind of event is taking place "in the back yard of the treehouse".
(The massive tree made it impossible to see before)
*BEHIND THE TREE*
Half a dozen people are practicing Archery on wooden targets in the far back clearing, each one taking turns with mixed success
Another ten or so are off to the left, performing various yoga poses
About eight are sitting at one of the long tables in the middle, fiddling with sticks, leaves, and flowers
- Upon closer inspection, the people are either stripping down flowers and leaves or cleaning long pieces of wood for arrow shafts
You even spot a few people flying kites on the right, some small diamond shaped and some looking like miniature hot air balloons
And another group is closest to the tree, simply lying in the tall-ish grass staring at the cloudy sky, much like Villi was atop the rock
(Any group you approach and ask tells you to go talk to the archers)
The archers are much more open to speaking, and point out a person at the far end of the range in a loose fitting white Yukata with blue windy designed trim around the sleeve ends. The right sleeve is completely slid off, revealing the black shirt with red trim underneath, only barely obscured by the quiver of arrows on his back.
*IF THEY APPROACH*
The man in the distance appears to just be standing in the grass, bow fully drawn and aimed at nothing in particular. Though obscured, you can see his skin is of a scaled green hue, his hair is dark and messy, and his legs are nowhere to be seen, instead replaced by a massive serpent's body coiled neatly beneath him.
*IF THEY SPEAK*
His eyes slowly open and reveal the serpent slits within, before turning and launching the arrow in a seemingly random direction, staying in the air for several seconds before finally coming down and disappearing in the taller grass. And the moment it disappears, you hear a young voice in the far distance shout "OW! SON OF A BITCH!"
A far off head suddenly stands up, rubbing her forehead and holding the arrow in her hand, which you now see is tipped with a green rubber ball. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?! WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"
*IF ANYONE ASKS ABOUT HER SAYING 'WE'*
*OR IF NOONE NOTICES, (NOTICE ROLL)*
Several more heads pop up form the grass, and the leader smacks her upside the back of the head. They will suddenly charge your group and the archer, revealing themselves to be Marauders, but right when they get close, the rubber ball on the arrowhead will suddenly POP, causing them all to scream that their ears are now either hurting immensely, or they can't hear.
*If you fight them, their first round of combat will have DISADV in all aspects.*
AFTER THE FIGHT
The archer slowly slithers closer to the defeated Marauders, bow on his back. "You have disturbed the peace of my Domain. I would like to know why."
The one out of the group that can actually hear him will reply, "That's what we do! It's literally our job!" The archer will close his eyes and shake his head in disappointment, before pulling down the other sleeve of his yukata and unfurling a large pair of reptilian scaled wings, an array of deep emerald green glittering off the back of them.
"Please take your occupational hazards elsewhere." He then flaps his wings once, twice, three times, each one blasting a larger and larger gust of air until it begins to circle their group on the ground, picking each one up into a windy cyclone, all of them suddenly ascending into the sky in a dizzying spiral and headed straight for the gate.
*IF THEY ASK*
All but one are unanimously flung through the gate by the air current, the last one flopping on the ground in front of it. And when he raises his head, his eyes are greeted by the sight of Villi, cracking her knuckles.
*BACK AT YOUR GROUP*
The archer collapses his wings with a soft sigh, resleeving his yukata over his left arm only as before, then finally turns to you. "I appreciate your assistance in removing the troublemakers. I am Corentin. I do not have much to offer in compensation, but would you like to join me for tea?"
*BACK AT THE TREEHOUSE*
He hangs his bow and arrows by the door on wooden hooks, slithering to his kitchen, coming out with three kettles, all of which are placed in the fireplace. He lights a match to start a fire in the stone fireplace, the smoke rolling out the top and out a fairly well hidden chimney. "While the kettles warm, why don't we discuss what brings you here today?"
As you chat, he will grab a jar of honey and (number of players +1) cups out of his cupboard, placing them on a nearby table, each with a saucer and a spoon.
*WHEN DM/REGALIA IS MENTIONED*
"My Regalia is no longer in my possession. It was stolen from me some months ago."
(EMPATHY ROLL) He oddly doesn't seem to care that much about it, treating it no differently than losing a sock he would never use.
*IF THEY ASK WHY HE DOESNT SEEM TO CARE*
"Well it wouldn't do for a domain master of the most Serene paradise in all of Diadem to stress over such things, would it? I'm sure you've noticed, but the Domains are not just thematic paradises. They are also direct reflections of their Masters themselves, ideal environments for each one that others may enjoy. The living embodiment of serenity showing stress would be... counterintuitive. Curious question, which domains have you visited thus far?"
*HE WILL POUR TEA FOR EVERYONE AS THEY TALK*
The first kettle will pour white tea for anyone wanting something sweet and fruity.
The second kettle will pour green tea for anyone wanting something flowery and earthy.
The third kettle will pour black tea for anyone wanting something malty and spiced.
Aodaghan desired a location with a fiery attitude no different than his own, with an endless task he could labor over forever.
Conroy sought out a knowledge base to potentially sate his endless curiosity for new information.
Zahir wished for a place of whimsy and smiles, somewhere he could celebrate endlessly.
Dorrin needed a vast and unending depth he could work out his frustrations without breaking his vow of stoicism.
Arledge wanted a bountiful paradise, where the land would always yield an endless supply of goods for everyone to live off.
Miranda yearned for the most massive space to look upon all the ahem... potential friends she could one day meet.
Whitaker wished for a place he could easily hide himself away in, somewhere people would not frequent without good reason.
Fulmo wanted a land that reflected his powerful and steadfast view of the law and its refined absolutism.
Thanatos just desired a proper ceremonial grounds and final resting place for those whom have passed.
Cassius desired the most dangerous and solitary place imaginable, somewhere as empty outside as he is inside.
Tlaloc wanted an endless challenge, some kind of playground for himself and the most strong willed participants to take part in together.
"As for mine, I simply wanted a peaceful home, somewhere where violence and aggravation could be left behind for a single moment, and one could embrace the true sensation of stillness. Not just in the gentle sound of the winds, but also in sight of the rustling leaves from the vine, the smell of the inviting flowers, the taste of the cleanest & purest air, and the feel of the softest grass pressing against one's skin. This place is a delight to all five senses, and embodies the purest aspect of peace."
He looks down at his cup of tea, noticing a small twig of a tea leaf floating upright. "Speaking of... I don't fancy myself a therapist, but I can see some of you are very stressed for a multitude of reasons, and I doubt it has much to do with the Marauders either. Perhaps while you are here, we could discuss what ails you?"
HE WILL ATTEMPT TO LISTEN AND REASON THROUGH THEIR ISSUES, PROVIDED THEY WISH TO SHARE ABOUT THEM
After the conversation, he will stretch his arms high over his head. "Today has been a rather exciting day... I believe it is my turn to relax... If you happen to come across my bow, please do return it to me, and we can discuss a potential challenge then. In the meantime, feel free to enjoy my domain anytime you like."

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This gate is a golden ring with an orange magic wall, looking like an hourglass but significantly slower
ORANGE DOMAIN
In the Library:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nT_Ql8kwm4M
In the back lab:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Y-PFMU_NiM
## Upon exiting the ORANGE gate,
you stumble on your way out of it and land on all fours one after the other into a pile of sand, and are immediately met with a deep dense heat all around you. Not like fire, but moreso the air being devoid of all moisture.
Looking up, your gaze is immediately captured by two triangular (lime)stone structures, easily hundreds of feet tall and triangular in design. But outside of that, all you can see is endless miles of sand.
Welcome to the DESERT domain!
*BEHIND YOU*
You realize the gate itself is angled backward at about 45 degrees, as it is physically built into the angled wall of a third pyramid. You DO spot a pair of staircases going right around the Gate and up the stone incline to an opening about six feet high and six feet wide.
*IF THEY GO IN*
The pathway inside is about 50 feet deep, and slowly expands out wider and taller. You eventually come to a pair of ten foot tall iron doors, one of which has a sign with bold letters stating PUSH.
*IF THEY GO IN*
You feel an immediate wave of coolness break the heat as you peer into what might be the largest library you have ever seen. Rows of bookshelves reaching heights well exceeding a second story building's, the columns easily double digit, and the depth too far to immediately spot with the naked eye.
(NOTICE ROLL) Without meaning to, you mutter that this place is DEFINITELY bigger on the inside.
To the far right is a series of tables, chairs, and couches being sparsely occupied by people reading, barring one tiger man taking a nap with a book over his face. There is also a card catalogue off in the corner with a sign saying USE AT YOUR OWN RISK.
To the left is what appears to be a check-in / check-out station that also doubles as a merchandise space selling bookmarks, colorful book covers, comfy bookbags, magic rings in an orange hue, and several other bits and bobbles. But at the moment there is noone behind the counter and a sign on it saying BACK SHORTLY
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*CARD CATALOGUE*
The catalogue drawer itself looks relatively normal, aside from there only being one drawer. Upon opening the drawer, it reveals name card after name card in an organized rack, but the rack doesn't ever seem to stop expanding, to the point you have to keep walking backwards.
The sleeping tiger man will walk over to you, barely awake. "Oi mate... you know this is a MAGICAL library, right? You opened the drawer without an inquiry and now it's showing lit'rally every book it can think of."
He pushes the drawer shut with one swift motion. "Ask the drawer for something specific and it'll shrink the options." He will suddenly flop back onto the couch, curling up and resuming his cat nap in peace.
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*IF THEY EXPLORE THE SHELVES*
(NOTICE ROLL) While exploring the seemingly endless shelves of books, you will randomly spot a quick trace of a person waltzing by just out of sight.
- You see a hand placing a book on a shelf
- You see someone in a white coat whizzing by on a wheeled ladder
- You see someone's wobbly legs as they round a corner with a pile of books ten feet tall
But each time you turn to them or try to reach for them, they disappear, like they were never there. But in the commotion, a book falls off the shelf at your feet.
The title reads "the Diadem Magical Manuscript," an almost ancient hardback book with bent golden corners.
(OPEN IT) The inside is filled to the brim with multiple languages of scribbles of information you barely make out as magical in nature.
(INVESTIGATE roll) You make out a legible section almost at the end of the book, and it's about the twelve unique elements of magic. You see a color wheel above the text with no indicators,
*The twelve fonts of magic (unable to read) twelve defining concepts that framed the universe*
- Destruction and Restoration
- Strength and Flexibility
- Beginning and End
- Quickness and Slowness
- Where and When
- All and Nothing
*Counterbalance is key (unable to read) another, thirteenth force that kept all others in check*
The rest is unintelligible.
*IF THEY GO TO THE COUNTER*
When you approach the counter, the sign has SOMEHOW changed to now read RING BELL FOR SERVICE, and there is a bell you swear was not there before.
*RING THE BELL*
A tiger man suddenly stands up from behind the library counter, as if he was always there just out of sight. He flicks his long black ponytail behind him, straightens his spectacles, adjusts his white flowing longcoat trimmed in black over his black tee shirt, and adds an orange nametag reading CONROY. "Ello ello! 'ow can I help you?"
*IF THEY ASK*
The tiger man that was asleep on the couch is, indeed, gone.
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Upon being asked any question he cannot readily answer, he will duck down out of sight before what appears to be his hand slams the book down before your group from behind you all, and slides back behind the counter nonchalantly before opening the book up to the appropriate page for the information you need.
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*ISLAND HISTORY / DM / REGALIA*
He will do a doubletake and suddenly reach down, yanking out a hundred-years-old golden tome with bent corners, slamming it before your group on the table with a plume of dust.
He will open it, showing the pages are very much singed and genuinely ancient paper, before landing on a page. "Ah, here we are! The island was constructed... according to this, 547 years ago, but the purpose behind it has been worn and damaged...
Ah! Freeing the people says you need to find the twelve champions and earn their treasures, they will be your keys to... freedom.. wish... it's a bit hard to read, but there is SOME form of a prize at the end of it all. Can't really gleam much else I'm afraid..."
He flips through the rest of the pages, looking for anything else of use, one of the pages crumbling against his fingertips, causing him to whimper a little. "Well... that's upsetting... I'll need to see about restoring this book somewhow, I suppose... but that's for another day." He puts the book down under the counter out of the way. "Anything else I can help you with?
*IF THEY ARE DONE*
"Wait a tic! Since I 'elped you, perhaps you can 'elp me in return? See, we have a small ritual here where, when a new person arrives, we add them to the library in a sense, to add and expand on what we know. I would only need a moment of your time, if that's alright?"
He takes the volunteers back out through the pyramid, and into the entrance of the pyramid to its immediate left. Inside you see a massive laboratory filled with a few sectioned off areas, each one full of beakers & test tubes, burners & freezers, microscopes & petri dishes, and all manners of bright lights & VERY old machinery anyone would recognize from any old horror movie.
He guides you to the back-right corner of the room, to a strange circular metal chamber with an orange magic circle drawn on the ground, and a panel containing an orange slab of stone with odd writing on it.
"The process is quite simple, this magic circle simply reads your mind and body for anything knowledge-based, checks it against any pre-existing books, and either fills in the blanks or writes whole new ones. Everyone has one!"
He personally takes the hand of anyone wanting to volunteer and guides them inside. Two or three people fit easily, but any more than that would be a bit crowded. "Now just stand right there, keep your eyes closed, and..."
He slams his hand onto an orange stone tablet and causes it to jump to life, a swirling vortex of sand encompassing you like a twister. Each pellet glows with a soft orange light before taking off into the entryway, causing the cat to giggle with glee as he stares at the orange stone panel. "Fantastic! 17 books finished, 83 furthered along, 9 sequels, and (player number) all new ones just for you!"
An explosion occurs just outside the doorway to the lab, a body careening across the room before slamming into the wall with a dull thud before slooowly sliding down to the floor. Conroy dashes over to the body, picking it up and dusting it off to reveal a small boy, barely double digit age in a singed indigo hoodie, his orange nametag reading CAELUM.
"Caelum?! What have I told you about doing your dangerous experiments inside the lab?! You do that OUT IN THE DESERT or the third Pyramid so the property damage is minimized!" He sets the boy down on his own two feet, and the boy responds by coughing up a bit of soot.
"Sorry, I just had this idea for that gold potion and I had to work on... it..." He slowly turns to your group, eyes wide and just now realizing you were there. "Uh... hello..?"
Conroy sighs and hangs his head. "Remember your manners, Caelum." He will look back at your group, guiding Caelum toward you all. "This is Caelum, my protégé. When he's not spending his free time here, he runs the pet shop in Diadem. He also fancies himself an alchemist. Mostly potions and such, but he loves to dabble in 'humanimal transmutation.'"
Caelum gets a bit huffy and extends his hand to your group, speaking with a bit of embarrassed irritation. "It's nice to meet you all.. if you need anything animal related, or.. maybe wanna.. experiment with my alchemical concoctions, you know where to find me.."
THE PLAYERS HAVE UNLOCKED THE ABILITY
TO RESET AND RESPEC THEIR SKILL POINTS
Conroy smiles seeing him genuinely try. "There's a lad, your mother would be so proud. Anyhoo, I should be returning to work, plenty of people here need a good book. But if you need any help with information, feel free to stop by anytime you'd like!"
Conroy and Caelum both head out the door of the lab together, and you can very clearly hear him talking Caelum up for attempting to be social with someone for the first time in a while.

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This warbling gate is a golden ring with a pink magic wall, looking perfectly plain aside from some faint sparkles of white appearing randomly
On the satellite:
https://youtu.be/Sf4oFaelTr4?si=p631VDqPUIAulWLE
During the fashion show:
https://youtu.be/GTrs4QNzGPc?si=NppldyIjVhngVdA4
## Upon exiting the PINK gate,
you feel the strangest sensation of physical unbalance, as though everything is moving beneath you, not unlike the unsteady sensation of riding a boat that never quite goes up on the wave.
You're in a large building this time, but it feels a little too plain. The leftmost and rightmost walls are shiny and black, while the far wall is just an array of doors with a bunch of people in various lines. The gate behind you is bound to an identical wall, minus the doors. Rven the floor has an odd dull thud to it despite the decorative (if not generic) carpet paneling.
In the center of the room is what looks like a large fashion runway with about 50 chairs in an oval shape, most of them empty, and a set of curtains in the back of it. There are several dozen well dressed onlookers, writers, and photographers all chatting away with each other in excitement, all clearly here for the show.
(INVESTIGATE ROLL) You happen to spot several people just staring at the shiny black walls, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
*IF THEY APPROACH*
Anyone you speak to will simply smile and say "It's beautiful, isn't it? Endless nothingness as far as the eye can see, unless you focus just a little bit at the right spots." They will point their finger at the black wall, which you realize is glass. And you barely see several tiny specks of white in the distance. And the longer you stare, the more you see.
(NOTICE ROLL) You glance down and see a rather large sphere hovering in the emptiness, mostly blue with large chunks of green & brown and a small cap of white at the top.
Welcome to the **Satellite** domain!
Other than the large area in the middle with the runway, the chairs, and the well lit chandelier over it, the only other things in this massive space are the four doorways on the back wall opposite of the Gate.
The farthest left door is guarded by a pair of suit wearing gentlemen, clearly bodyguards.
The middle-left door has a large sign on it saying ZERO G ROOM, and has a small line of people in front of it, mostly children.
The middle-right door has a sign over it saying CRAFT ROOM, with a shorter line of mostly adults.
The farthest right door is an open doorway leading to another segment of the station, specifically some kind of on-site store.
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*GUARDED ROOM*
The two well dressed Doberman guards standing at about six foot seven with sunglasses on (because of course they do) stare at your group, arms crossed. They tell you straight out that noone is allowed in Miranda's private quarters without permission or an invitation, and they know you all have neither.
*ZERO G ROOM*
Once you wait in the line, which takes all of fifteen minutes, you are met at the door by a teenage boy in an indigo hoodie, the hood drawn up and his pink nametag reading CAELUM. He tells you that entry into the room is only 10z for 5 minutes, and that covers your group of no more than six people.
Once you step in, you are met with a large room about fifty feet in all directions, the walls and ceiling lined with thin padding in a square grid formation. Once the door shuts behind you, you suddenly feel completely weightless. The next five minutes are available to do whatever you like while behind these doors in a true zero gravity environment. Once those five minutes are over, the gravity will slowly re-engage and lower your group to the ground, and the doors will open for you all to leave.
*CRAFT ROOM*
Once you wait in the line, which takes all of fifteen minutes, you see it is literally just a massive crafting studio with a dozen tables worth of sewing machines and clothing racks all across the room, each one well maintained and with a unique clothing pattern schematic. A bat in a black vest over a button front white shirt and black slacks, his pink nametag reading JAMIR, steps forward, acting like a tour guide.
He quickly explains (in a showy fashion) that THIS is the room where the magic happens, where all her clothes are hand crafted by herself and the volunteer students from Diadem College and Diadem Trade School. He even shows a few mannequins with some incomplete design ideas, and says everyone is free to use any of the bolts of cloth and sewing machines if they want to try their hand at making something of their own. And, if Miranda sees it and likes it, she may either wear it herself or have it made for her stores, guaranteeing credit AND compensation for the idea and hard work.
*STORE*
The store is more of a boutique loaded with what can only be YEARS worth of designer clothing, filled to the brim with every manner of shirt, skirt, top, one two and three piece outfit, multiple matching sets of shoes for each, magic rings in a pink hue, and tons of other accessories.
If anyone buys anything, the price will be discussed by the seven foot tall antelope man in a similar vest and dress shirt ensemble, who is clearly running the register AND acting as an anti-theft measure, his nametag reading LEO.
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Since you started looking around, several more people came in after you, most of which look like more of the same fashionista types, but a couple seem to be curious people much like yourselves.
The lights begin to dim and an announcer steps forth, a very young boy wearing a long indigo hoodie and sporting short white hair with a pink nametag reading CAELUM. He will introduce himself to you all, and will be talking you through the upcoming seasonal line. (You do happen to notice he seems a bit nervous on stage, but he's doing his best) Everyone suddenly scrambles to find a seat near the front if they can.
The show, although awkward to anyone who has never attended one, goes off completely flawlessly. The new featured clothing line is a multi-season display, with sporty summer clothing in muted colors being shown off quite literally by athletic students, fall clothing being more earthly toned and shown off by theater students, winter clothing being a split between straight black or solid white ensembles worn by poetry students, and the spring line being all about weather resistant and vibrant ponchos & umbrellas with Easter color sweaters thrown in worn by cheerleaders. And, each piece individually has at least a tiny amount of pink somewhere in either the stitching, the trim, or at least the brand tag.
At the end of the fashion show, Caelum steps back on stage and explains that every item you saw will be for sale tonight and will be available all at the same time in the appropriate seasonal stores, and were all hand crafted by the local fabric classes at Diadem University, based on designs made by the domain mistress and the hostess of the evening, Miranda. He steps back as he calls out her name, and the curtains part.
Out from the back steps an elegantly dressed caramel brown feline wrapped in a deep pink flowing gown, long stiletto boots accenting her toned legs just barely visible from the side slits, as her lion tail flicks from behind her. Her generous chest is very much visible from behind the fabric and only draws attention to her unusual neck plumage and well maintained dark brown wings upon her back, but that visual is immediately distracted by her predatory smile cloaked behind dark brown lips and slitted amber eyes, her face perfectly framed by her rounded haircut and topped with a single pink flower in her hair. Miranda is a gryphoness, and a well endowed one at that.
She takes the microphone and acknowledges the audience. "Thank you all for coming out to see tonight's new line, my team and I put tremendous work into everything you see here, and the models did a marvelous job making it look DAMN good. As Caelum said, these pieces will be available in the Diadem Mall for purchase in 2 weeks, and anyone wanting early access can buy them in the on-ship store!" She tosses Caelum the microphone as everyone applauds, and she spreads her wings, hopping off the stage and gliding out beyond the audience.
*IF THEY APPROACH*
"Well hello there you pretty new faces~ I hope you all enjoyed the show as much as I did~" She will then proceed to shake hands with each of you, taking note of each of your features. In an almost uncomfortable way.
*IF ASK ABOUT REGALIA/CHALLENGE*
"Oh you're a group of Regalia Hunters, even better than I had hoped~ I could use a little... stress relief~" She slowly walks around your group, eyeing each one of you like pieces of meat at a butcher's shop. "Maybe a little... one on one challenge?~"
*IF NOONE VOLUNTEERS*
When she finds someone she is interested in, she will purr lightly in their ear. "How about you?~"
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*IF DECLINED*
"Hm.. that's a shame, I would've loved to get to know you... intimately~" She will step away and turn to face you all. "I can see you're all more interested in armed combat, but that isn't really my style. "She pauses for a moment looking all of you over, and a smile creeps across her face. "Tell you what. Give me skme time to clear the mess and make an appropriate stage? We can make a spectacle out of it for everyone to enjoy~"
*IF THEY AGREE*
"Fantastic, and be sure to bring your absolute best, you hear me? This will be seen between all corners of Diadem!" She will laugh uproariously before walking away, grabbing both the security guards in front of the guarded doorway, and yank them into the room with her, locking the door loudly enough for even YOU to hear.
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*IF ACCEPTED*
She extends a hand out, palm up, waiting for you to place yours in hers. Once they do, she will grab their hand tight, pull them away from your group into her embrace, and make their face flop firmly between her tits. "This is gonna be fun~" She will then stomp her heel, and a bright pink flash will blind all of you for a moment, only to dissipate and leave Caelum in both their place.
You will also see several people freaking out as they claim they just moved a solid 50 feet from where they were, but Caelum steps up, microphone in hand. "Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for the confusion, but if you have been displaced, you will be perfectly fine! That is just the side effect of one of Madame Miranda's special powers! Just relocate back to your original groups and you will be fine!"
The audience calms down rather quickly hearing that, and Caelum turns back to your group. "Let me guess... Regalia Hunters, right?"
After they confirm, he will sigh and continue. "So Miranda has an... unusual hobby. She enjoys challenging people to a um... 'one on one match,' if you catch my drift. She should be in her private quarters right now, so if you want to wait..." He gestures toward the door where the security guards are standing outside of, and you can see a golden glow from the door.
Upon approaching the door, you see you can't even physically touch the door itself as it is just behind a gold magic barrier. Meaning that, whatever is happening in there, your teammate is on their own.
*INSIDE THE ROOM*
Miranda and that player will each be making various FIGHT, PHYSIQUE, and ATHLETICS rolls (over the span of fifteen in game minutes) until a best three out of five result is determined
Eventually, the barrier finally dissipates and the door clicks open, revealing her in only a flowing black robe trimmed in pink. She invites your group inside, and you immediately find your teammate lying in a heap on a large king size bed, completely naked but only barely covered by a blanket and several VERY telling lipstick stains and teeth marks all over their body.
The room itself is something straight out of an adult film. The bed is completely surrounded on all sides by wall mirrors on the top half revealing JUST how thorough she was with your teammate, and beyond that are ordinary looking cabinets and dressers, but partly open to reveal an IMMENSE wardrobe of clothing.
She closes the door behind you all, smiling knowingly and remarks, "Before you ask, it's not what it looks like... *it's so much better~*" She laughs proudly and offers them seats on the nearby couch before she genuinely talks to your group. "Well now that I got my cardio in, let's discuss the results, shall we?~"
*When they ask what happened,*
"Well to put it simply, my CHALLENGE was for them to.. satisfy me~" She licks her lips and reveals her fangs, giggling to herself.
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*If they lost 2 out of 3,*
"Sad to say, they tried their best, but I'm not easy to please, and I own it~ Now since I'm a bit "understandably exhausted" after the show and my workout, I don't think an actual fight today will work for me... how about we reschedule for a later date? I can give us a more appropriate stage, we could make an entire spectacle out of it, we could invite the whole of Diadem to come out and watch?~"
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*If they won 2 out of 3,*
"And satisfy they did, that was better than any workout I've had in a long time~ And I work out in zero gravity AND ten times gravity~" She laughs proudly before reaching between her tits and pulling out a long coiled up whip, handing it to your group.
"This is your prize, the Regalia known as Star Scourge. Take it with my blessing, treat it like the treasure it is, but come back anytime you like~ I do private shows on request~"

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This gate is a golden ring with a red magic wall, looking like a slowly dancing image of flames
RED DOMAIN
# In the main area:
https://youtu.be/Ava45CrcDPQ?si=fDugZT4a8JKcZ1bv
# In the cavern:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXYnUvln9So
## Upon exiting the RED gate,
You immediately feel an immense heat hit you right in the face and the sound of drum beats. Once the sensation of your eyes being soft boiled wears off, you see you are surrounded by a simple Hawaiian town, like it was right out of a movie.
Welcome to the **Volcano** Domain!
*BEHIND YOU*
The Gate is firmly attached to the side of the volcano itself, dug slightly into the side wall.
*TO THE LEFT*
A dozen buildings of different colors all stretch down a spacious dirt path, all of them hosting a storefront with market racks made of palm wood.
*ON THE RIGHT*
There are several good sized plantation fields behind fences made of palm wood, each one hosting a different kind of food or crop, each one with a person actively managing the plants.
*STRAIGHT AHEAD*
You see a group of people all sitting around a fire, and it looks like they are having a good time. You can even hear music coming from them.
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*SHOPS*
Each storefront has a display rack showing an individual food item or a bundle of a crop, and the spread is diverse. You see coconuts and palm leaf based products, wheat, bananas, lemons, coffee beans, magic rings in a red hue, and even sugarcane.
The shop you approach is ran by an Asp woman in a white flower pattern shirt and a sun hat, her red nametag reading LANA. "Hello, what can I get for you today?"
*ASK ABOUT DM/REGALIA*
"Oh you want to see Aodaghan? He's working the forge right now. Wouldn't recommend bugging him, but if you really need to see him, just go in right there." She will point toward a cavern farther down the side of the volcano.
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*PLANTATIONS*
When you approach, you see one person each handling the individual plantations. Trimming excess leaves, watering the plants, pulling nasty weeds, all of them are hard at work.
One of the workers notices you, a yellowjacket in brown pants and a white shirt with a red nametag reading CULVER, stops to wipe his face with a rag. "Ya need some help?"
*ASK ABOUT DM/REGALIA*
"Oh you wanna see the man in charge? He's riiight up there." He points to a cave in the side of the volcano. "Good luck to ya, he's not an easy guy to talk to.
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*PARTY PEOPLE*
You see a circle of about ten people sitting around a nice little controlled fire on the far edge of the drive where the buildings and plantations end. All of them are either relaxing on top of some rocks or fallen trees, enjoying some plates of freshly cooked meat, or playing music on their ukuleles.
One of the ukulele players, a bearded dragon in blue trunks & a white shirt with a red nametag reading KYONG, puts down his instrument and flags your group over. "How can we help ya, friend?"
*IF DM/REGALIA*
"You want to talk to the bird man? Better have a good reason for it, he don't like to be bothered when he works. But if its important, try your luck up there." He points to a cave built into the side of the volcano before picking up his instrument again and resuming playing.
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INSIDE THE VOLCANO CAVE
The entrance to the cave is nothing special, clearly dug out by hand and tool, but goes in deep enough to where you can't see where it ends immediately.
As you walk deeper in, the heat becomes far more intense by the second, but your ears fill with the strange sounds of metal on metal and metal on stone in the distance. After a few minutes of walking, you find yourselves face to face with a full on mining and smithing operation.
On the left is a group of massively muscled men and women swinging pickaxes into the rocky volcano walls, yanking out chunks of rock & raw metal ore, and tossing them into a crate.
At one point you hear one of their pickaxes SNAP right under the head, but this is apparently such a common occurrence they have a literal crate full of brand new ones, which the man simply pulls a new one out of and resumes like it was nothing.
Opposite them on the right is a row of large iron anvils, with just as many muscled people pounding away on chunks of metal to mold it into various shapes and sizes.
(NOTICE ROLL) And you spot one anvil is split in half, long ways.
Between them is a ten foot wide plume of hot smoke rising out and going straight up through a hole in the rock above. The smoke is coming from an indented hole full of fresh molten rock, and it is SWELTERING to be this close to it.
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*ASK ABOUT THE ANVIL*
A boar with a red namtag that reads GARSEN pauses at the anvil and laughs. "Oh THAT? Some asshat came through here a couple years ago with a fancy slab of metal and made a blade out of it, broke the anvil by accident. We were gonna replace it, but it's like... how many times you see an anvil split long ways, ya know? Fucking hysterical!"
A gruff voice in the direction of the Lava pool speaks out. "Damn straight, it was 'see it to believe it' type shit."
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You couldn't see it at first because of the immense heat and smoke, but inside the pool of lava you see a very tone and very red bird man, his nametag on his pec reading AODAGHAN. He's currently grabbing chunks of the ore and dipping it by hand into the magma for a brief moment (hand and all) before pulling it out and letting the melted metal slip through his fingers into specific trays.
AN ALARM GOES OFF
Garsen suddenly stops what he's doing and turns to the others, giving a loud WAHOO before yelling QUITTING TIME! Every worker suddenly puts down their equipment and starts to pile out, avoiding your group as best they can through the path that you came in.
The red man by the magma pool is still here, routinely taking handfuls of the metal ore and dipping it into the pool, filling trays despite noone being there to help.
Upon being asked, he points out a pile of empty metal trays. "Whatever it is can wait, I got an order to fill. Either make yourself useful and bring me those trays or cop a squat in the corner, I don't give a shit which." His irritation is causing his words to practically come out in a snarl.
*IF THEY HELP*
Each metal tray is surprisingly thick and heavy, taking a surprising amount of effort to lift and move over.
When finally finished, he comes from around the back, only wearing black shorts that you would assume are made from kevlar. He puts each tray on top of an anvil to let them cool before finally turning to your group. "Aight, I'm done. Now what the fuck do you want from me?"
*MENTION APPRENTICE*
"My old apprentice sent you my way, did he? Ain't seen 'im in 30 years or so."
*MENTION REGALIA/DM*
"OH fuck me, you ain't one of them hero types, is ya?" He groans exagerratedly before continuing. "Aight, here's the deal--" And an explosion occurs that rumbles through the volcano cave. "--and this chat is on hold. We got assholes."
*WHEN THEY TURN AWAY*
The red bird man flies right over you at surprising speed, wings spread and shooting fire from his feet like jet engines. By the time you make it out, he is hovering in the sky and staring down at the issue with a murderous glare, a group of Marauders fucking with the locals and breaking all the shop fronts.
The bird man divebombs them at mach speed, only turning up at the last possible second and creating an explosive air current that knocks everyone on the ground back, including a couple innocent bystanders. He then grabs each Marauder from their disheveled area and throws them into a pile in the middle of the street.
The bird man suddenly lands in front of them, collapsing his wings against his back. The Marauders pull out their weapons and aim them at him, but he shakes his head in disappointment. "You fuckwits made a huge mistake comin' here and startin' shit. You ain't leavin' without a harsh lesson."
He raises his right arm and reaches behind him, pulling out a massive six foot long two foot wide black sword, aiming its tip at their feet, and states with malicious intent, "I CHALLENGE THEE."
From Aodaghan's feet expands a magical golden energy that spreads to a width of about 50 feet, containing himself and all of the Marauders. You watch as the Marauders helplessly try to claw through the magic wall, but cannot seem to escape.
Aodaghan slams his blade into the ground, getting everyone's attention. "Here's your challenge: SURVIVE!"
What you witness is the most brutal, bloody, one-sided beatdown you have ever seen. More flames than a house fire, more screams than a haunted house, and more bodies flying through the air than a paratrooper squadron.
(NOTICE roll) And you pay particular attention to the fact that he only ever used the flat side of his sword.
By the end of those 38 seconds, the charred, battered, and bruised bodies of eight Marauders are lying in a smoking heap. You then hear Aodaghan proudly declare "Well whaddya know... I WIN."
The gold circle fades away, and Aodaghan takes the opportunity to step toward a half broken sign on the ground. He reaches behind it and picks up the Asp woman running one of the stands by the back of her shirt.
She starts screaming, until she is turned around and comes face to face with Aodaghan, shutting up IMMEDIATELY. He states as quietly as he can, "Go get th' Thunda Force."
The woman quickly nods, eyes wide as dinner plates, before she is suddenly released. Her ass lands on the ground first, but she quickly picks herself up and darts for the gate.
He walks back to your group, and cracks his neck VERY loudly. "Well I feel better.. now where were we?"
*REGALIA*
"Fucking seriously?! URGH... Okay, I'm gonna go nice an' slow. See this sword? This is a Regalia. It's my symbol of rule in this Domain. Ev'ry Domain Masta's got one, an' ev'ry fucker wants it."
*GOLDEN CIRCLE*
"THAT was a CHALLENGE ring. Anyone holdin' a Regalia can either issue or receive a CHALLENGE, an' any legit Holder will make one of those circles. Once it goes up, you either win, lose, surrender, or DIE. Otherwise, Noone goes in, Noone goes out."
*IF THEY WANT TO FIGHT*
"Well tough titties, I ain't doin' that shit today. I just worked through my break. Besides, you pissants almost melted unda th' heat o' the magma pool. Come back when you got actual muscle on yer bones an' MAYBE I'll give you a shot."
He will unfurl his wings and take off, heading right back for the volcano cave.

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This warbling gate is a golden ring with a violet magic wall, displaying a field of flowers
Out on the farm:
https://youtu.be/nDbE6Z5b8TM?si=RH_6wMk5Gi6zQMpV
Inside the garden
https://youtu.be/SFKS6fTjKmU?si=X4TGNMUa41PA60ME
## Upon exiting the VIOLET gate,
you are immediately surrounded hy the sounds of animals & guitars, the smell of fresh cut grass & hay, and the sight of endless ranches surrounding a dusty dirt road that stretches for miles.
Welcome to the **Countryside** domain!
The left side of the road looks to be all animal farms, each one filled with dozens of a single species of animals, like each one is a specialty ranch.
The right side of the road is filled with multitudes of crops in their own dedicated fields, mimicking the ranches opposite them in a way.
*BEHIND*
The gate itself is attached to the sign of a red and white barn, and right next door, you spot a trio of burly cow men sitting back in rockingchairs, each one smiling and playing tunes from old fashioned acoustic guitars.
*IF THEY APPROACH*
The yellow one puts his guitar down, stands up, and approaches your group. He tips his brown cowboy hat in greetings, his purple nametag on his blue shirt reading "MONTANA." "Howdy, ya'll new to these parts?"
*ASK ABOUT REGALIA/DM*
"Ah, yer lookin' fer Arledge. Ain't seen 'im today, but we got a shipment to deliver to the market. Why don't ya'll come with, see if anyone spotted 'im?" He gestures to his horsedrawn wagon sitting in the barn the Gate is attached to.
*IF THEY ACCEPT*
He will help each of you one at a time into the back of the cart, before suddenly picking up two large sacks and throwing them in the back between you. The other two cow boys (a Holstein named Kid and a Blue steer named Dakota) will help attach a pair of horses to the front of the cart, which Montana will thank them for.
*If there are any women in the group, Kid the Holstein will try to flirt with them and show off.*
He will then climb into the front and hop into the driver's seat, grab the reigns, and get the horse moving down the dirt road.
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*ON THE FARMS*
Each one has both an actively slow spinning windmill, but not much other movement aside from the animals within and a few farmhands tending & feeding their individual livestock. Most of them pay you no mind, aside from the occasional friendly wave.
*IN THE CROP FIELDS*
Several farmhands have paired up and are carrying large wheeled baskets back and forth between the tree or crop of choice, each pair pulling them together to & from, and then working as a chain to load it from said plant onto the cart, and unload it from the cart to a nearby barn.
*IN THE FLOWER FIELDS*
There are a few farmhands out picking different varieties of flower, each one with a sizeable crop that would make any florist you've ever met jealous.
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Montana turns to the group a little, still eyeing the road. "Forgive me fer bein' nosy, but it ain't ev'ryday someone asks ta see Arledge. Ya'll got business with 'im?"
*MENTIONS DM/REGALIA*
"Oh, ya'll's a bunch o' then Regalya hunters, are ya? We don't get too many o' yer types around 'ere, most people that come around are lookin' fer work."
*ASKS ABOUT ARLEDGE*
"Ah, well Arledge is a bit of an oddball. He may not look it, but he's a heck of a farmhand. I'd say at least half the work around here's done cuz o' him volunteerin' all th' time."
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In the distance, you spot a large farmer's market sign, advertising fresh produce and meats for everyone. And there are just as many stalls inside selling meats as there are farms, plus a few extras for fruits, veggies, milk, eggs, magic rings in a purple hue, and fresh bouquets.
Every seller is smiling and chatting with each other, trading and selling between different amounts of Z, different jarred & preserved ingredients, or fully made foods. You could swear one person was haggling a fresh slice of blueberry pie for a plate of fresh cooked bacon.
*IF ASK ABOUT DM/REGALIA*
The various shop owners claim they haven't seen him at all today, stating he's likely out helping someone else. (PLAYER) suddenly feels a tug on their shirt from below, and you see a short elderly sheep lady, her purple nametag reading JUDITH. "I couldn't help but overhear, are you looking for Arledge?"
*IF THEY CONFIRM*
"Oh I know where he is, sweetheart is brushing down the horses in the ranch right behind the market."
*STABLES*
Behind it looks to be the only non-produce related farm, and there are well over a dozen freshly groomed horses. Deeper inside, you see one that has a wet mane, but is currently being brushed down by a light purple rabbit in tight jeans and a deep purple tee, with a white cowboy hat nestled between a pair of loppy waist-long bunny ears, barely obscuring a fuzzy mop of violet hair.
The horse reacts to you first, but then he turns with a warm smile, and a pair of wide blue -almost violet- eyes greet you, as does his distinctly southern accent. "Howdy! I'd greet ya proper, but I'm finishin' up here. Ya'll mind givin' me a sec?"
It only takes him 2 minutes to finish brushing down the mare's side before he steps away. She decides to thank him by shaking her mane free and dry of any moisture, getting daffodil scented water all over everyone. "Alright, ya showoff, get goin'." The horse trots away as the bunny walks to a nearby hose, kneeling down to rinse off his hands and brush. "Sorry bout that, she was th' last one, wanted to give ya'll my undivided attention. How can I help ya'll?"
*IF REGALIA/CHALLENGE*
"Aw shoot, I'd love to help ya, but I can't. Someone already won m' Regalia, and it ain't found its way back yet."
*IF THEY ASK WHO*
"Hm.. th' name escapes me, one a' them fancy foreign names, but he was a purple bird man, kinda short, big into regal stuff an' lookin' like some kinda royalty. If ya'll find HIM, ya'll can either challenge HIM an' win it off a' him, or have 'im give it back t' me."
(CONTACTS ROLL) If you haven't figured it out, he's referring to King Akarui himself.
*IF THEY ASK WHY*
"It's all fancy pants magic rules, we hold the items until someone wins 'em off us. Don't mean dirt if they just take 'em, gotta be won in some kinda competition, usually a fight of some sort. Otherwise, they're just unbreakable geegaws, nothin' more. But whoever legit owns it gets all its magic benefits." He makes sure to wiggle his fingers on the last two words.
"Now I'd love to keep jawin' off with ya, but I gots a busy day today. I gotta help milk the cows, then help sheer the sheep, then help feed the baby animals..." He thinks for a moment. "Wait a sec... ya'll got anywhere ya need t' be? I'd get done FAR quicker if'n I had some extra hands?"
*IF THEY ACCEPT*
"Now that is what I was hopin' t'hear! C'mon, let's get started!" He runs into the stables and grabs two horses, mounting each one to a cart up at the front of the market, identical to the one you came here in. He helps each of you into the cart same as last time, takes the driver's position, and takes off.
Your group rides down the beaten path you came up for about a minute before you stop at the nearby dairy ranch. Arledge "parks" the cart in a nearby horse stall and ties it to a hook, before helping each of you down. He guides all of you straight into the nearby barn on the property, no knocking or anything.
The next several minutes is all of you taking up a stall and milking one cow at a time from a field of fifty, but each milking only takes about five minutes, so it's only about an hour at most. (NOTICE roll to squirt the lowest roller with milk as a joke)
The ranch owner, a terrier and his wife, thank Arledge and hand him a bag of Z for his trouble. He drops it into his hat on the back of his neck and waves at them as he and your group rides off again, this time to the nearby sheep fields. This time they have electric trimmers ready for you, so the shearing part will be much quicker.
Arledge demonstrates his expertise as he starts with the top, trims around the backside, lifts each leg, and rolls them onto the belly fairly quick, each shear take less than 2 minutes. It takes the rest of you a few tries, but the sheep wool comes off for each of you clean as butter, and there are only 30 sheep that need shearing today, so the whole job takes 30 minutes at most.
He receives another bag of Z from the ranch owners, this time a pair of bluejays, you all mount your horses and head in for the "baby feeding." This time when you dismount the cart, you are presented with a literal petting zoo. Arledge sheepishly rubs the back of his neck with a grin. "Okay so, I might've fibbed a bit with this'n. It's not so much that I need to feed th' babies as it is just makin' sure they all get fed."
He walks over to the rail of the corral, peering in to all the individual pins full of animals. There are ponies, baby goats, piglets, chicks, and many more, all separated by size of the species so they don't hurt each other. And, the spaces inside are elevated just enough so the animals can each be fed by hand without risk of them escaping.
*If they ask about the food,*
He smiles and replies "Not an issue, each corral has them special all natural-y pellets full of vitamins, minerals, and plenty of roughage. It's no different than grazin' grass n' such, just in a pellet form. But fer th' more discernin' taste, we also got fresh fruit n' veggies we can give 'em."
He points out the long table of fresh produce and fruit juices in cups before continuing, "Of course, that's just as much fer us as it is them." He takes a carrot stick off the table and takes a nice resounding crunch off it, munching on it happily. "Been needin' t' eat anyways. Help yerselves, ya'll!"
After a few minutes of munching and making sure all the animals in the zoo are getting an equal amount of food each, you all finally get a chance to relax. "Thanks a ton fer th' help. I'm sure ya'll're probably keen on that challenge thang, so I won't take up anymore of ya'll's time--" He is interrupted by a loud bellowing roar in the distance, making all the animals hide.
"... oh shoot, thats a problem." He bolts for the market, runs back out with two burlap sacks, and calls to you. "C'mon, I need yer help fer one last thang!" He runs over to the cart, loads up both sacks, and ties them down. Once everyone is aboard, you all head in a fast gallop back out beyond the market for a solid five minutes.
Arledge has a look of concern in his eyes as you all travel. "Okay so, there's one other baby I gotta feed, an' I was gonna do it after ya'll took off, but I might need ya'll's help with--" He pauses when you come within eyesight of a small mountain in the distance with a rather large cavern.
But his eyes are locked upwards in the sky at the massive flying body. "Sheeeiiit... Azar is not happy."
Within a matter of moments, the large body descends and lands before you, revealing itself to be a large red dragon with golden underscales, whom then proceeds to screech at you. "Oh he's gonna go after th' market if'n we don't calm 'im down..!" He will hop out and try to call the dragon's attention, but AZAR will simply thwack him with his tail and send him into the cart.
He will sit upright and groan a bit, noticing his arm is severely red. He will look to your group reluctantly. "Fellas, I know it's alot t' ask, but I need ya'll to wear Azar out. I hate violence, but I don't see much of an option." He will slowly climb out of the cart, free hand holding his injured arm and surrounding it in a violet energy. "I'll keep ya'll in fightin' shape!"
*The fight will begin with your team facing Azar in front of you with Arledge behind you. The dragon is treated as a LV5 50HP creature that interchanges between a 2DMG CLAW-CLAW ATK, a 3DMG BITE ATK, and a 3DMG FIRE BREATH ATK that hits 4 ZONES like a LV2 LINE spell*
- FIGHT +5
- ACADEMICS +5
- ATHLETICS +1
- Immune to FIRE
- Weak to WATER
- Has -1 DMG when HIT by MELEE
- Unlimited MANA
AFTER THE FIGHT
Azar bellows out as he flops over against the grass with a massive dull thud, exhausted and unable to continue. While your team celebrates, Arledge walks over to Azar and places a hand on his side, releasing more of the purple energy you saw him use before on himself. He also aims a wave of ut toward your group, healing each of you up by roughly half (rounded up) your HP.
"There now, ya big baby. Now what's got yer scales in a snarl?" He starts to do a once-over around Azar, then pauses near his underbelly and tilts his head a bit. "Huh... that's weird... ya'll might wanna see this!"
Arledge points out a spot on Azar's left side, where there is a large cut and a series of scales missing. "Sumthin' done attacked 'im, cut clean through his scales. That prob'ly spooked the li'l guy and got 'im all flustered." He looks closer and tries to heal it specifically, but when he does, it suddenly leaks out golden dust from the cut.
Arledge looks visibly disturbed. "That... that ain't right... whatever did this is not normal... I mean it ain't a deep cut, but it's keepin' healin' magic from workin' on it..." He turns to you. "Ya'll seen anythin' like this?"
"Well, I'll keep an eye on 'im, come back later and make sure he's okay. Meantime, it's gettin' late, I'll give ya'll a lift back to the gate." He leaves the two sacks beside Azar's head, which he slowly sniffs for a moment in his post-combat haze, and begins chewing on. "Well at least it ain't affectin' his appetite.." He reluctantly leads your group back to the cart and heads to the gate, looking back at Azar back and forth the whole ride.

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The warbling gate is a golden ring with a yellow magic wall, and it doesn't look like anything specific, but it IS unusually bright
YELLOW DOMAIN
On the beach:
https://youtu.be/yy0701OyeRo?si=H_9WEeAvScDcXAJ0
Inside the festival:
https://youtu.be/75q8Krpw-R0?si=isT0RYZ1oQVxQAHz
## Upon exiting the YELLOW gate,
You feel warmth beaming down on your heads, you hear a few seagulls chirping in the distance, and you see the ocean washing on the shore right beneath your feet.
Welcome to the **Beach** domain!
In front of you is a pure golden yellow sandy beach stretching for miles
There are dozens of beach bodies lying back in the sand on towels
There are both kids AND adults making sandcastles and sandsculptures
There are people openly grilling food on the beach, likely for families
On the right is a rolling ocean as endless as the sandy beach, with a mix of waves small and large
There are swimmers in the semi-shallow parts of the water
There are surfers riding the waves in the distance
A couple skimboarders ride past you on their shortboards, riding along the freshly wetted sand
On your left, elevated by a few wooden steps, is a massive stretch of walkable boardwalk
People are traveling across it on foot, skates, scooters, bikes, and skateboards
Scattered along the distance is several miniature stores, shacks, and pop-up stands selling swimsuits, inflatables, sunscreen, towels, sunglasses, magic rings in a yellow hue, and even surf board rentals.
There's also a few stands selling cold snacks including ice cream, shaved ice, frozen yogurt, and a few iced drinks.
(NOTICE ROLL) When you pass by all of the food shacks, you spot what looks like a little bee holding up a sign saying all of them are sweetened with all natural honey instead of sugar, all harvested from the violet domain
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*IF FOOD*
A portly pelican in a blue tank top and a yellow nametag reading HORACE happily meets you at the counter. "Hey there! What can get I get for ya?"
*IF SHOP*
A fashionable flamingo in a yellow polo tee smiles and waves to your group, her yellow nametag reading JANICE. "Welcome in! Can I help you find anything?
(IF DM/REGALIA)
"Oh, you wanna talk to Zahir. You won't have to search far, he tends to make himself known. In fact, he's hosting an event later today, so if you just wanna hang out and enjoy yourselves, he'll make himself known." Theh hand you a flier on bright yellow paper with black ink, explaining the event as an after-hours dance party.
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Later on in the evening, you notice the boardwalk is becoming a bit crowded.
(INVESTIGATE ROLL) You realize there is suddenly an influx of people walking in from the gate. And unlike the normal beachgoers up to now, they are all dressed a little strangely. Most of them are wearing bright neon mesh clothing or bikini tops, and their pants or shorts are either black or matching neons.
(NOTICE ROLL) You begin to hear a deep repetitive thumping in the distance, like someone is banging on a very large drum. And it looks like all these oddly dressed people are heading for that noise.
*Following the noise,*
You spot a large building in the distance, what looks like a repurposed warehouse. The people you spotted heading toward that beat are going inside, and that beat doubles in volume the second the doors are open, but you're a bit too far to see what is inside.
*Opening the door,*
Your ears are met with a thunderous BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM, a repetitive thud so deep and powerful it makes your whole body rumble
*Stepping inside*
There is a MASSIVE hexagonal plate glass panel floorspace, lit up and flashing multiple different colors and filled with people bumping, jumping, grinding and vibing to that powerful beat, their neon clothes glowing intensely in this low light.
You have entered a beach rave.
Sitting around the doors on the left and right are tables of clothing and accessories.
- The table on the left has glowsticks galore, neon shirts & wristbands, and beaded accessories of many different styles, ran by a portly Pelican in a blue tank top, his yellow nametag reading HORACE
- The table on the right has few bowls of yellow punch right beside the changing rooms with a distinct aroma of honey, as well as tall paper cups full of the same stuff or just plain water, ran by a flamingo woman in a yellow polo tee, her nametag reading JANICE
*IN THE AUDIENCE*
Dozens of people are walking around, talking as best they can over the music, dancing to the beat in a myriad of styles, and overall just being friendly. (NOTICE ROLL)
- A white tiger woman bumps hips with someone, wearing baggy black pants with reflective orange stripes and a black crop top
- A ferret dances backwards right in front of your group before stepping away, only wearing some cutoff jean shorts and glowsticks around his wrists
- A hand FIRMLY grabs a handful of SOMEONE's ass, and you have no clue who did it
- And while they approach. you spot SOMEONE in the distance just eyeing your group up before heading out the door
*DJ STATION*
Approaching the front where the DJ station sits, massive speakers thumping and rumbling around the table as a skinny insect man (a bumblebee) is grinning and bouncing in time with the speakers, one hand on the table's dials while the second operates the record table, a third on a headset, and a fourth raised up in a "C" shape. A moment later, the music drops in volume as the vocals of the song start chattering quietly toward the end end of the track. He speaks out loud enough to where EVERYONE can hear.
"WELCOME TO SHINEDOWN!!!"
"THIS IS DJ ZAHIR AND I WANNA HEAR YOU SCREAM!!!"
"I WANNA SEE ALL YOU PEOPLE HAVE THE NIGHT OF YOUR LIVES AND LET YOUR BEAUTIFUL SOULS SHINE LIGHT THE FUCKING SUN!!!"
And that is when the doors to the building get kicked open, and the Marauders March their happy asses inside, all grinning ear to ear. This time they brought numbers, as dozens of footsoldiers come pouring in, carrying baseball bats and swinging chains. They immediately start smashing the lights, cutting the cables, breaking the speakers, and flipping the tables.
A smaller group of better dressed individuals stays near the doors, the leader (ocelot) pulling out a golden pistol and aiming it at the partygoers in the middle. "Alright you bunch of hippies, we're here to 'repossess the property,' as it were. Everyone cooperates, noone ends up with a hole in their heads."
*ONCE THE FIGHT STARTS*
- The music suddenly starts to kick up, turning the whole fight into a groovy dance battle
- The second the players start fighting, the audience around them become empowered, and starts fighting the OTHER Marauders around them to keep the damage to a minimum
AFTER THE FIGHT
All the partygoers are laughing and high fiving each other, and you see all the other Marauders tied up with various pieces of cabling, clothing, and even their own chains. However, the damage was done. Speakers were destroyed, cables were cut, and several light fixtures were broken. Zahir approaches the center of the room, eyes wide and one set of hands over his mouth, the other crossed over his stomach.
The leader of the captured Marauders (the ocelot) starts laughing at you and everyone else in the room. "Mission accomplished! The party's over!"
Zahir's head suddenly turns to a creepy degree to look at him dead in the eyes, smiling wide, before responding, "What makes you say that?"
... "we downed your lights, broke your speakers, and killed your vibe. Sure looks over to me!"
All four of Zahir's hands begin to glow a soft yellow light as he slowly and methodically walks toward the Marauder, touching the shoulders and hands of people he walks by, leaving stains of pure light magic on their bodies. His smile just widens before he responds, "Let me shed some light on this for you. If the vibe is dead, would they all still be here?" The leader realizes not a single person has left yet.
(Notice roll) You hear several people begin vocalizing in the background.
Zahir continues, cupping a hand dramatically against the side of his head. "If the speakers are dead, why do I hear music?" You realize the people whom are glowing have started singing, in a gospel choir type of way where it's all vocalizing, but its a beautiful harmonious note. And you also see that more and more people are starting to glow as they touch each other's hands and shoulders.
Zahir stops walking and crouches down in front of the Marauder. "And if the lights are dead, why is it so bright in here?" By this point, everyone in the room is glowing like night lights, and more than half of them are vocalizing.
"You're the one doing that, you idiot!"
"OH all I did was open the blinds. Most people can't see it through their fleshy bodies, but I see it in them, and these people here... they all learned to see it in each other." He slowly steps around behind the Marauder before continuing. "I see it in you too. It's dim, but it's there. It's the kind of light you can't turn off. It's their beautiful souls."
Back at the podium, you see a line of sparks fly up in a zigzag pattern from underneath the desk, before it slowly opens to reveal a set of hidden internal hexagonal speakers, and when they swivel out, they completely obscure the broken ones. Zahir continues, "Lights and speakers are just things. The people ARE the party. They can sing. They can dance. And they can shine. Like the fucking. Sun."
The marauder is just confused at this point, but you can see the gears in his head turn as the message is starting to sink in. In the middle of that thought, Zahir kneels behind him and rears back all four arms. "Now it's your turn!"
"...wait wha--" His words are interrupted as he is struck from behind by all four hands, his body glowing with powerful light. His shirt is blown completely off, and when Zahir removes his hands, the Marauder's back now has four handprints on it, each with three digits but the palms lined up in a circle, looking like a 12 point sun. The Marauder's eyes are glowing with light and he is enamored by the sight of colors, dumbfounded by the sight of it all.
"That light is more powerful than any weapon, more infectious than laughter! So long as their souls shine bright, THIS PARTY WILL NEVER DIE!!!" Everyone in the audience NOT humming that tune cheers at the same time, lighting the warehouse with magnificent light AND noise.
He is completely dumbfounded as his eyes shine bright, looking out onto the audience with absolute shock. He slowly starts to break out in hysterical laughter, the message finally sinking in. Zahir picks him up bridal style, and flies him up into a dance cage near the center of the ceiling, illuminating the whole place as well as any light fixture ever could.
And that is when the music starts coming from the new speakers, harmozing with the vocalization at first until it completely overtakes it, and the second that beat drops, the audience is dancing like the party never stopped. In that time, Zahir picked up the other Marauders your group fought and dropped them into dance cages as well. The other ones beaten by the audience are pretty well surrounded by five or six dancing and grinding bodies each, so they aren't going anywhere.
Zahir flutters in a wide circle as he sees the party has picked back up, before flying lower and giving everyone in a circular row a fly by high five. Or high three in his case. He eventually comes to your group and lands in front of your group, offering each of you high fives and handshakes. "Crazy night, right?! Not every day I gotta break out the special gear!"
*DM/REGALIA*
"Indeedily I am! Guessing you're here to try and grab my gear, right?" He laughs a bit. "I'd love to, but I think you guys need a break after laying the THmackdown on those guys earlier. What say we enjoy the party tonight, and you come by another day? Then we can do this fight right!"

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You open on a military base in a private meeting room. The table in the center takes up half the space of the room, but is large enough to accommodate 12 chairs, even though only (players #) are currently occupied. The room is otherwise decently lit, and the silence speaks volumes, only interrupted by the visual loudness of the (country) flag against the front wall before you.
After several minutes of dead silence, the door directly to the right of the flag opens and in steps (players #) high ranking officers armed with the latest and greatest two handed military combat rifles, full thickly plated chest armor, and a surprisingly large backpack CLEARLY filled to the brim with supplies.
After several minutes, the door directly to the right of the flag opens and in steps (players #) high ranking officers armed with the latest and greatest two handed military combat rifles, full thickly plated chest armor, and a surprisingly large backpack CLEARLY filled to the brim with supplies.
The officers step back, take a saluting pose, and the farthest left one announces in a boisterous voice "ROOM CLEARED. SEND IN THE COMMANDER IN CHIEF."
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"I thank you for stepping forth to participate in what is now known as the single most dangerous recon mission in history. I know you've been briefed on it multiple times, but I'd like to take the jargon out and shoot straight so there's no misinterpretation, and when I'm done, I want each and every one of you to decide once and for all if this is really a task you are prepared for."
He grabs a remote from his pocket, presses a button, and lowers a projector screen in front of the flag, then starts pulling up images on it of a massive island from a small projector in the ceiling. "For as long as we have documented it, we have been aware of a mysterious unknown land mass in the middle of the Pacific."
He grabs a remote from his pocket, presses a button, and lowers a projector screen in front of the flag. He taps another button, and images of a giant circular chunk of rock jutting up from the ocean are displayed. "For as long as we have documented it, we have been aware of a mysterious unknown land mass in the middle of the Pacific."
"This mass is approximately 10 miles wide, nearly circular, and is completely surrounded by a colossal rock wall. We believe this land mass is occupied with people who, bare minimum, have the tools and numbers needed to shape it as such."
"This mass is approximately 10 miles wide, nearly perfectly circular, and has an unscaleable rock wall all around its border. We believe this land mass is occupied with people who, bare minimum, have the tools and numbers needed to shape it as such."
"Now I'm sure you've heard of us using... less than friendly means of gaining entrance, and it is true, but it has failed at every turn. Either the weapons we use never make contact or have no effect if they do."
And true to his word, you see several clips of missiles, bombs, and massive artillery that would eventually evaporate a continent essentially either bounce off the rock walls, or explode on impact and leave none.
"We are, of course, curious to see if such an amazing material has military applications, but samples show that whatever is causing it is not the rock itself, but something inside the island. In comes the Program."
"We are, of course, curious to see if such an amazing material has military applications, but samples show that whatever is making the rock so resilient is not the rock itself. In comes the Program."
"Twice a year for over a century now, we've sent soldiers, scientists, engineers, the best of the best men and women we had to offer inside through this one entrance, a small cavern near the water's edge. Despite that, every single one of them has never returned, and we never receive communication from them again."
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He waits for anyone to ask questions or walk out of the room before finishing, "Very well then, welcome to Project Evermore. Gear up, your chopper leaves in an hour."
You are then escorted to an armory full of whatever weapons, ammunition, and special gear you think you may need. Everything is packed as cleanly as possible into backpacks for you, including a few days worth of military food rations, a flashlight, a first aid kit, and other basic survival accessories.
They also give you the opportunity to eat, and they offer to make you whatever your favorite dishes are, as a kind of "last meal" situation in case you go without quality food for a while.
Once you are done, the president escorts you to a nearby helicopter and salutes you all as you take off to your next destination. "Good luck! I look forward to your return!"
SEVERAL HOURS LATER
The helicopter escorts you from the base to a military aircraft carrier floating in the water, where they will double check your gear and weapon stock. They also give each of you a "signing bonus" in the form of $100,000, but instead of your own currency, it is broken up into 100 different types worth about $1,000 each. They say it is "just in case there IS civilization based on ours, this will help you survive among the most likely related countries."
The helicopter carries you to an aircraft carrier, where they will escort you off one by one. They double check your gear and weapon stock, making sure everything functions and is strapped down. All the while, you can see the colossal rock wall of an island, and it is IMPOSING.
They then drop you onto a speedboat, jetting quickly through the water to the island entrance, a deep rounded cave opening about 20 feet in width and height. You all step off the boat as the driver turns back and hands one of you a signal flare gun, to let them know if and when you are ready for your return trip. You are now faced with the ocean at your backs and the cave before you, and it only gets darker as you look deeper in.
They give each of you an envelope of money worth $100,000 they refer to as a "signing bonus." But, the money is broken up into 100 different types of currency worth about $1,000 each. They say it is "just in case there IS civilization, this will help you survive among the most likely related countries."
You are then escorted to a speedboat, and once everyone boards, it quickly jets off through the water to the island entrance in a matter of minutes, a rounded cave opening about 20 feet in width and height. It pulls up close enough to where you can hop up to the entrance with relative ease.
Before he takes off, the driver turns back and hands one of you a signal flare gun, to let them know if and when you are ready for your return trip. You are now faced with the ocean at your backs and the cave before you, and it only gets darker as you look deeper in.
*IF YOU ENTER*
While the rock is overall rough, it is definitely NOT a natural cave. The walls have something of a carved and scraped pattern in them, like chisels were taken to it but not with a rhythm in mind. Even the floor itself shows a fair level of smoothness.
While the rock is overall rough, it is definitely NOT a natural cave. The walls have something of a carved and scraped pattern in them, like chisels were taken to it, but not with a rhythm in mind. Even the floor itself shows some smoothness.
About 20 minutes walking into the cave, your flashlight shows the floor is not only getting more smooth, you could almost recognize a pattern in the ground.
About 20 minutes walking into the cave, your flashlight shows the floor and walls not only getting smoother as you go deeper in, you could almost recognize a pattern in the ground.
(NOTICE ROLL) You hear a soft rumbling noise in the distance, slow and repetitive, like a growl on a repeat pattern.
*IF THEY CONTINUE*
The noise only grows louder as you continue, the path before you slowly but surely getting even cleaner and more uniform, until you spot a light in the distance, coming from a lantern hanging off the front of an old wooden shack, roughly ten feet in height and wide enough to occupy the entire right side of the pathway.
The noise only grows louder as you continue, and the path before you slowly but surely grows even cleaner and more uniform all across the walls and floor.
The box itself is fairly well maintained, a simple paint job coats it in a basic blue and white, but there are no obvious markings on it. There IS a large square opening on the front, which looks like an open window, and that repetitive rumbling noise is as loud as it could possibly be AND is coming from inside.
You finally spot a light in the distance, coming from a lantern hanging off the front of an old blue and white wooden shack, tall as the cave itself and about half as wide. You also notice the cave is a dead end directly behind the box.
There are no obvious markings on it, but there IS a large square opening on the front, which looks like an open window, and that repetitive rumbling noise is as loud as it could possibly be AND is coming from inside.
(INVESTIGATE ROLL) Approaching the opening, you see a man sprawled out on a chair, and he isn't moving much. His legs are loosely flopped, his arms are hanging freely beside him, and his head is flopped almost all the way back and to the side.
*If they start chattering, panicking, or running toward the opening, tell them the guy just snored loud as shit.*
*SAY OR DO ANYTHING*
You hear the most ungodly painful snoring noise you have EVER heard another person make.
*If they make literally ANY noise at all, or move him in any way,*
He suddenly snaps his eyes open and shouts "OH FUCK" as his body flails and falls backward, chair and all. "Owww...."
*INTERACT WITH HIM*
The man suddenly shouts "OH FUCK" as his body flails and falls backward onto the ground, chair and all. "Owww...."
After a minute, he stands up and dusts himself off, revealing himself to be a golden blonde Stallion of just over 6 feet, in a tan button front shirt and black slacks, dusting himself off. "Sorry about that, these shifts're so freaking boring... it's hard to stay awake."
After a minute, he stands up and dusts himself off, revealing himself to be a golden blonde Stallion of just over 6 feet, in a tan button front shirt and black slacks. "Sorry about that, these shifts're so freaking boring... it's hard to stay awake."
*If their weapons are aimed at him,*
He just stares at each of them for a moment and flatly states "Look I'm excited to see you all too, but please keep it in your pants?"
He squints at all of you for a moment. "Wait... I don't... are you all new people?"
He squints at all of you. "Wait... I don't... are you all new people?"
*IF THEY CONFIRM*
He becomes excited. "Fantastic, I love greeting new arrivals! My name's Reiji, I operate the doorway into this little hovel we call home. I'm basically just here to answer any questions and to give the traditional warning that once you go in, there is a very definite possibility you might not leave. If you're all set, then I'll open the door."
He becomes excited. "Fantastic, I love greeting new arrivals! Okay, ahem.. Hello, my name's Reiji, I'm here to give you one last warning that if you go in, there is a definite possibility you might not leave. Are you sure you want to do this?"
Once the questions are done, he pops out of a door on the left side of the box, walking to the far left wall and placing his hand on it. "And the password is... OPEN SAYS ME."
*IF YES*
He pops out of a door on the left side of the box, walking to the far left wall and placing his hand on it. "And the password is... OPEN SAYS ME."
Bright golden lines suddenly start growing from his hand into the wall for a few moments, before the rock wall behind him opens to reveal another stretch of path into the distance. But it is slightly obscured by a strange gold membrane of energy. (INVESTIGATE ROLL) And it is definitely magical in nature. "Alright, just follow the path ahead until you come out of the cave. Best of luck to you all!"
Bright golden lines suddenly start growing from his hand into the wall for a few moments, before the rock wall behind him opens to reveal another stretch of path into the distance. But it is slightly obscured by a strange gold membrane of energy.
(MANA Roll) And it is definitely magical in nature, but for the life of you, you can not identify exactly WHAT or HOW. "Alright, just follow the path ahead until you come out of the cave. Best of luck to you all!"
*IS HE COMING*
He laughs a little and shakes his head. "No, I still have a few hours on my shift, go on ahead."
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*IF THEY CONTINUE*
Walking through the strange energy is no real issue, it just feels like walking through a wall made of cool wind.
*But if you have any PLUS in MANA, you notice your magic feels a little... off, since you walked through the membrane, a little more... energetic*
*ANYONE WITH MANA*
You DO notice your magic feels a little... off, since you walked through the membrane. It's not a BAD feeling either, it just feels a little more "energetic."
CAVE EXIT
After another mile or so of walking, you finally see the light at the end of the tunnel, and it borderline blinds you as you walk out and see... about 50 people walking around, happy as can be, in front of what looks like a large tree and pond park within the rock walls.
After another 20 minutes or so of walking, you finally see the light at the end of the tunnel, and you think you hear voices in the distance.
Some teens are riding on bikes on the paved sidewalks in the distance, some children are playing with toy cars in the grass around you, some adults are eating ice cream under some shady trees or on benches, and there are a few birds chirping in the trees eating away at the fruit and berries hanging from their branches.
*IF THEY CONTINUE*
It blinds you for a moment as you walk out, but you find yourself completely surrounded by trees. You smell fresh fruit, you hear chirping & scratching, and you definitely hear voices.
You also see a few people using low grade magic to douse each other in water playfully, or to heal a kid's scraped knee, or to ignite some clubs and do a flaming juggling routine. Magic looks to be about as normal as cell phones for you.
(NOTICE Roll) (INVESTIGATE Roll)
- The trees are filled with fresh wild fruit. Apples, bananas, peaches, cherries, figs, all different kinds. And, some of these trees have metal & wooden benches underneath.
- The branches are also full of small birds and squirrels, you spot a raccoon climbing around the trunk with a fresh pear in its mouth, and the occasional rabbit hops by.
- You see a pair of well dressed humans relaxing on one of those wood and steel benches, each one eating an apple.
*IF THEY USE COMMS*
The second you attempt to use it. your device SCREECHES and SQUELCHES with static, getting g the attention of a walking by family of parakeets. The mother and father stare angrily at your group before covering their two childrens' ears and walking away with a huff.
The second you attempt to use it, your device SCREECHES and SQUELCHES with static, getting the attention of a walking by family of parakeets. The mother and father stare angrily at your group before covering their two childrens' ears and walking away with a huff.
You didn't notice it because of the blinding light, but the path you were walking on has completely changed into a concrete slab path cuttiing through the massive park, leading to a small concrete building covered in a golden colored roof, with a banner in front saying WELCOME NEWCOMERS and a series of signs with (what you assume) is the same phrase in several additional languages.
*IF THEY CONTINUE*
You didn't notice it at first, but the rocky cave path you were walking on is now a concrete slab path cutting through the massive grove of trees.
The path eventually leads to a large white concrete building covered in a brick red tile roof, and while you can't immediately see inside, there are a pair of glass double doors with brass square handles.
*IF THEY GO INSIDE*
You open the glass door wrapped in steel framing and head inside to a fairly basic but spacious facility, and it resembles a tourist rest stop.
- Right beside the door is a crate of cold glass bottles of clear liquid, and there is a sign above it saying FREE TO TAKE in about ten languages
The inside is fairly nice and well maintained, resembling a tourist rest stop.
- Right beside the door is a crate of cold plastic-like bottles of clear liquid, and each one has a RECYCLE symbol pressed into them.
- On the left, there are racks of pamphlets, brochures, and maps in a myriad of different languages, with most of the prints in English.
- On the right, there are walls of corkboard covered in fliers about upcoming events, job openings, and other ads with phone numbers.
- In the middle is a six foot tall and twrnty foot wide circular corkboard with a round map of the planet, covered in thousands of pushpins, with several unused ones in a box below.
- In the middle is a six foot tall and twenty foot wide circular corkboard with a round map of the planet, covered in thousands of pushpins, with several unused ones in a box below.
- On the far wall behind the map is a series of bathrooms, one on either side of the glass exit door leading to the outside path.
*AFTER THEY LEAVE*
The path out the door leads you directly across another massive patch of grass and trees, but you can more clearly see deeper within, and you bear witness to a fully functional massive city, hundreds of people walking, biking, driving, or riding a trolley on the defined roads.
The path out the door leads you directly into another massive patch of trees, and there are FAR more people walking around, as well as small bodies of water resembling fish ponds.
- On the left is a massive residential neighborhood filled to the brim with houses, most of them two stories tall
- On the right is a bustling business area filled with storefronts, each with simple signs representing them
- You can see a group of white and gold buildings farther in, multiple people in dressier clothes carrying suitcases walking between them.
- There is a fairly large sized road sign at the end of your pathway pointing in five directions. RESIDENTIAL, BUSINESS, CAPITOL, GATED, and ESSENTIAL are all pointed out individually in different directions
Past the trees, you see an almost metropolitan city. There are people walking, biking, driving, or riding a trolley on the paved roads. And all along those roads are simplistic power line structures, all connecting to the buildings.
Among them, you see a few people using low grade magic to douse each other in water playfully, or to heal a kid's scraped knee, or to ignite some clubs and do a flaming juggling routine.
There is a fairly large sized road sign at the end of your pathway pointing in five directions. RESIDENTIAL, BUSINESS, CAPITOL, GATED, and ESSENTIAL are all pointed out individually.
- On your left is a massive neighborhood filled to the brim with houses, most of them two stories tall
- On your right is a bustling group of stores and businesses, each with a simple sign to represent what they are for
- In the middle is a group of five gold and white buildings, multiple people in dressier clothes carrying suitcases walking between them.
- You can't quite see the other two areas the sign point out for you
*Every place they visit, have them make NOTICE rolls to detect if they are being followed*
You are approached (if not straight surrounded) by a group of average looking thugs carrying baseball bats, chains, rocks, and other random items. Most of them look young college age, wearing bandanas or helmets and otherwise REALLY generic clothing. But their leader, a six foot white ram, steps forward with a chuckle, wearing a black leather jacket and wielding a white shortsword that is CLEARLY too small for him.
You are approached (if not straight surrounded) by a group of average looking thugs carrying baseball bats, chains, rocks, and other random items. Most of them look young college age, but their faces are obscured by their bandanas or helmets.
"Well hey there strangers, we're the welcome wagon, here to welcome you to Diadem." He aims his blade at your group. "Get 'em."
A six foot white ram man steps forward, wearing a black leather jacket, sunglasses, and wielding a white shortsword that is CLEARLY too small for him. "Well hey there strangers, we're the welcome wagon, here to greet-- sorry, I mean BEAT you at the door of our home, the city of Diadem."
He aims his little white sword at your group with a very excited grin. "I CHALLENGE THEE!"
Several seconds pass and nothing happens.
"Ahem... I CHALLENGE THEE!" Nothing happens. And his cohorts start snickering a bit.
"Okay WHAT THE FUCK?!" He slams his fist with the sword into the pavement, leaving a sizeable crack in the ground.
"You know what, fuck it. I'm kicking your ass the old fashioned way!"
AFTER THE FIGHT
*IF THEY WIN*
The attackers lie on the ground, groaning in agony at their defeat. The ram is in shock, holding his head to keep a bleeding injury from pouring out. "What the fuck ARE you people?! Regalia Hunters?! Thunder Force?!"
The attackers lie on the ground, groaning in agony at their defeat. The ram is in shock, holding his head to keep a bleeding injury from pouring out. "Ugh, my aching head..."
(NOTICE ROLL) You suddenly detect the stench of ozone, and in a matter of moments, both your group and the Marauders are surrounded by a series of oddly dressed soldiers, their bodies lightly cloaked in silver trails of electricity.
(NOTICE ROLL)
You suddenly detect the stench of ozone.
- Quick as a flash, both your group and your assailants are surrounded by a series of oddly dressed soldiers, their bodies lightly cloaked in silver trails of electricity.
Each one is geared up with a thin knee-length black jacket trimmed in inch-wide silver all along the body and at the ends of the sleeves, the letters T.F. emblazoned on the back in identical silver. These coats somewhat hide a silver chestplate & matching gauntlets, black tact pants leading down into black boots with silver laces, chrome half-masks covering the bottom halves of their faces, and sunglasses that perfectly hide their eyes.
Each one is geared up with a thin knee-length black jacket trimmed in inch-wide silver all along the body and at the ends of the sleeves, the letters T.F. emblazoned on the back in identical silver. These coats somewhat hide a silver chestplate & matching bracers, black tact pants leading down into black boots with silver laces, chrome half-masks covering the bottom halves of their faces, and sunglasses that perfectly hide their eyes.
"Shit! Thunder Force!" The ram tries to scramble away, but two agents step up and each grab an arm, stopping that right quick. Their outfits' silver stripes begin to glow and crackle with energy, and all three appear to be teleported away, as do all the other knocked out thugs.
The ram man is terrified. "SHIT! Thunder Force!"
(NOTICE ROLL) The ground is scorched in several straight lines, implying they were really just moving insanely fast.
He tries to scramble away, but two agents step up and each grab an arm, stopping that right quick. Their outfits' silver stripes begin to glow and crackle with energy, and all three appear to be teleported away, as do all the other knocked out thugs and costumed people in pairs.
One of the operatives stays behind, a Panther man standing at just over six feet in the same outfit with a visible scar under his eye. "I don't know who you are, but you have helped us contain a significant threat today, and we appreciate your assistance."
The ground is scorched in several straight lines, implying they were really just moving so insanely fast that they left marks in the ground.
Your group is suddenly approached by dozens of passerbys, all of whom are really curious and start bombarding you with questions. He will lean down and mumble to your group "Consider this my compensation."
One of the costumed men stays behind, a Panther man standing at just over six feet with a very short black hair buzzcut and a scar under his left eye, his coat bearing a silver nametag that reads HARKEN.
He approaches your group, removing his sunglasses and looking you all in the eye. "I don't know who you are, but you have helped us contain a significant threat today, and we appreciate your assistance."
Your group is suddenly approached by dozens of passerbys, all of whom are really curious and start bombarding you with questions.
Harken will lean down and mumble to your group "Now it is MY turn to save YOU."
You hear him speak loudly and proudly. "People of Diadem!" That declaration alone was loud enough to cause everyone to back away a good couple feet, before he continues, "I apologize sincerely for the commotion, the Marauders paid us yet another visit! But with the help of these valiant heroes, they were soundly defeated AND in record time!"
The random people around you slowly but surely start to applaud and cheer for your group, giving you a few moments of (honestly well deserved) glory. You get offered handshakes, a couple people want autographs, the whole ordeal you'd expect.. But once the excitement dies down,, the people start breaking away, trying to clean some of the debris up.
The random people around you slowly but surely start to applaud and cheer for your group, giving you a few moments of (honestly well deserved) glory. You get offered handshakes, a couple people want autographs, the whole ordeal you'd expect.
He will turn back to your group. "I must return to my duties. Head to Capitol Quartz in the city center and ask to see the King. If nothing else, he will also want to thank you for your service." His body will begin to crackle with identical electrical energy before he takes a single step away and is GONE in a flash, only leaving another scorch mark.
Once the excitement dies down, the people start breaking away, trying to clean some of the debris up. HARKEN will approach your group again. "I must return to my duties. Head to Capitol Quartz in the city center and ask to see the King. If nothing else, he will also want to thank you for your service."
His body will begin to crackle with identical electrical energy before he takes a single step away and is GONE in a flash, only leaving another scorch mark.
*CAPITOL QUARTZ*
The capitol itself is actually five different buildings, four of which are surrounding the larger one in the center. Each one has several floors and you can spot businessmen walking around inside them through the windows or between each building with armloads of papers.
The capitol itself is actually five different buildings, four of which are surrounding the larger one in the center. Each one has several floors and you can spot businessmen walking around inside them through the windows or between each building with suitcases and loads of papers.
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*IF THEY ASK*
A brown deer man stops and approaches your group, sipping a cup of coffee softly. His suit is black, his tie is red, and his gold nametag reads YAOTL. "You uh.. look like you need some help?"
*ASK FOR HELP*
A brown deer man stops and approaches your group, sipping a cup of coffee. His suit is black, his tie is red, and his gold nametag reads YAOTL. "You uh.. need some help?"
*THE KING*
"Oh you're here for him? He should be working today, uh.. Head to the main complex, the big one in the middle. They'll be more helpful. Now I have a meeting in like five minutes, so good luck to you all." He will trot off to a different building in the complex, sipping his coffee as he goes.
"Oh you're here for him? He should be working today, uh.. Head to the main complex, the big one in the middle, walk in the front door and speak to the clerk. They'll be way more helpful than me."
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The main complex building is almost physically identical to the buildings around it, but is a bit wider with more prominent doors on the front and a large staircase leading up to it. The staircase is loaded with more people all talking, trading papers, and seeming to enjoy the day.
*INSIDE*
The inside is just as massive inside as it is out, several people are walking about in professional suits, carrying stacks of papers across a spacious marble-lined floor covered with deep red carpets. You only see a few desks and tables out here, hardly anything that would be royalty related, but there are several doors all over the place with gold colored nameplates.
The inside is just as massive inside as it is out. Several people are walking about in suits, carrying stacks of papers across a spacious marble-lined floor covered with deep red carpets. You only see a few desks and tables out here, hardly anything that would be royalty related, but there are several doors all over the place with gold colored nameplates.
You see a fox man in a black and red suit approach your group curiously, his gold name badge reading NASH. "Hello? Can I help you?"
A fox man with shoulder length black hair in a black & red suit approaches your group curiously, his gold nametag reading NASH. "Hello? Can I help you?"
*ASKING FOR KING/SAY THEY ARE NEW*
"Oh! Well my name is NASH, I'm the King's Aide. Gimme one sec and I'll see if he can squeeze you in." He trots over to a nearby desk with stacks of paper, pencils, and an old fashioned intercom box. He will push the speaker button before speaking, "Your Majesty, we have some new local heroes here that I think you would like to meet?"
*HARKEN SENT THEM*
*ASKING FOR KING*
*SAY THEY ARE NEW*
"Oh! Well my name is NASH, I'm the King's Aide. Gimme one sec and I'll see if he can squeeze you in." He trots over to a nearby desk with stacks of paper, pencils, and an old fashioned intercom box. He will push the speaker button before speaking, "Your Majesty, we have some new people in Diadem that want to speak with you?"
The voice on the other end is a bit garbled, but you do hear someone say SEND THEM IN PLEASE. He picks up a clipboard and guides you through a pair of double-doors marked KING'S CHAMBERS, down a looong carpeted hallway deep into the building. "I'm assuming you have questions, but I'm gonna ask you to hold onto those until you meet the man in charge, if that's okay."
The voice on the other end is a bit garbled, but you do hear someone say SEND THEM IN PLEASE. He picks up a clipboard and guides you through a pair of double-doors marked KING'S CHAMBERS, down a looong carpeted hallway deep into the building.
He turns and starts walking backwards down the hall as he talks to you. "I'm assuming you have questions, but I'm gonna ask you to hold onto those until you meet the man in charge, if that's okay."
He takes you to a massive pair of golden colored doors, one of which is open, and guides you inside before closing them behind you. The office is nothing spectacular, a few file cabinets, a couple couches on the left and right surrounding a decent sized coffee table, one large wooden desk, one chair behind it, and one man sitting in it.
Behind the desk sits a deep purple birdman, draped in the finest golden laced draperies you've seen anyone manage to pull off, and whom sticks out a bit compared to the rest of the room and people. He stands and walks around, revealing himself to be just under 5 feet tall, offering to shake each of your hands. "Hello, my name is Akarui, and I am King of the city of Diadem. I understand you valiantly kicked the asses of the local Marauders, despite being brand new to our little slice of paradise?"
Behind the desk sits a deep purple robin man, draped in the finest golden laced draperies you've seen anyone manage to pull off, and whom sticks out a bit compared to the rest of the room and people.
He stands and walks around the desk, revealing himself to be just under 5 feet tall, offering to shake each of your hands. "Hello, my name is Akarui, and I am King of the city of Diadem."
*IF THEY DONT EXPLAIN*
"I'm gonna take a wild guess. You were sent here by your country's government, strapped for war, got confronted by the Marauders, kicked their asses in short order, and were sent here to meet me by... I'm guessing someone from the Thunder Force?"
*AFTER THEY RETORT*
He will hop onto the desk and sit on it like a chair in front of you all, guiding you to sit on the couches. "I'm sure you have endless questions and I will be happy to answer all of them for you here and now."
"Basically the same as how I ended up here." He will hop onto the desk and sit on it like a chair in front of you all, guiding you to sit on the couches. "I'm sure you have endless questions and I will be happy to answer all of them for you here and now."
ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS AS HONESTLY AS YOU CAN
*WHAT IS THIS PLACE*
"The core of it is, countries from across the world suddenly saw this land mass spawn and wanted to find out what happened. Every one of them sent in soldiers, scientists, and volunteers of the highest caliber to the land, but none of them ever came back."
"A long time ago, this land mass just spawned in the middle of the ocean, and every country wanted to be the first to find out what happened. Every one of them sent in soldiers, scientists, and volunteers of the highest caliber to the land, but none of them ever came back."
"The reason is because of the special magic of this land. I'm sure you saw the golden membrane that surrounds our city as you came in. It's difficult to put into words, but its a type of protective magic, a barrier built into the rock itself. The magic prevented our ancestors from leaving, so rather than simply starve, they found a way to cultivate and make the land liveable."
"The reason is because of the special magic of this land. I'm sure you saw the golden membrane that surrounds our city as you came in. It's difficult to put into words, but its a type of protective magic, prevented our ancestors from leaving without going through some OBNOXIOUS bullshit prophecy type thing."
"And since the first wave didn't make it back, the various countries kept sending new ones every so often to find out what happened. A new generation would be added several times a year from all across the globe, refreshing the gene pool, and we became a capable city. Far from perfect, but akin to what many would consider a paradise."
"So, instead of just dying here, they cultivated the land and make it liveable. Since the first wave didn't come back, they kept sending new ones to find out what happened. Rinse and repeat a few dozen generations, and we became a thriving city with a current population of about... what was it, 10,000 last census?"
*WHAT ABOUT THE ATTACKERS*
"THAT would be the Marauders. Or at least that's what they're calling themselves. They're just a huge collection of troublemakers that hate not being able to leave. Their logic is since they are stuck here, they may as well make everyone else as miserable as they are. We ARE trying to find a DIFFERENT way out of this island, but... yeah."
"THAT would be the Marauders. Or at least that's what they're calling themselves. They're just a huge collection of troublemakers that hate not being able to leave. Their logic is since they are stuck here, they may as well make everyone else as miserable as they are."
*THUNDER FORCE*
"Ah yes, our soldiers in silver. They are the peacekeeping force in this town, our version of the police and military all rolled up into one. Someone found out harnessing lightning magic in our bodies in just the right way gave people a massive speed and strength boost, so those that were gifted for it usually ended up joining them. And thanks to the Marauders, they have recruitment drives every week it seems.."
*HOW DID THEY CULTIVATE*
"THAT would be thanks to the Domains adjacent to the city. I'm sure you noticed we don't exactly have the LARGEST amount of liveable space, but there are other magics at work here. We aren't really sure how or why, but there are gateways leading to other uh... domains is what we call them, where we managed to find and cultivate resources from. One gives us our food, one gives us our wood, one gives our metal, all the major resources are provided."
"Ah yes, our soldiers in silver. They are the peacekeeping force in this town, our version of the police and military all rolled up into one. Someone found out harnessing lightning magic in our bodies in just the right way gave people a massive speed and strength boost, so those that were gifted for it usually ended up joining them. And thanks to the Marauders, they do recruitment drives every week it seems.."
*POWER IN TOWN*
"Funny story, THAT was a happy accident. About 20 years ago, we had our scientists try and devise a way out of town that DIDN'T rely on some... I'm just gonna say it, hokey magic legend to get out of, and tried to drill our way out. We managed to make a hole straight down through the island, with some casualties, but we couldn't exactly escape through it."
"Funny story, THAT was a happy accident. About 20 years ago, we had our scientists try and devise a way out of here by drilling our way out. We managed to make a hole straight down through the island, with some severe casualties, but we couldn't exactly escape through it."
"Being on an island in the middle of the ocean with our limited resources meant it wasn't a feasible or safe escape plan, so our remaining engineers converted it into an access point for a hydroelectric generator system. Took a few years, and it's a bit buggy at times, but it makes living here so much more pleasant."
"Being on an island in the middle of the ocean with our limited resources meant it wasn't a feasible or safe escape plan, so our remaining engineers converted it into an access point for a hydroelectric generator. Took a few years, and it's a bit buggy at times, but it makes living here so much more pleasant."
*DIFFERENT WAY / HOKEY MAGIC LEGEND*
"There's an old island legend that predates all of us, says there's a way for US to escape. There are several uh... let's call them "treasures" that basically act as magic keys, and if you get them all, you can "liberate the people" or "be given any wish" or something, the legend is REALLY fucking old. It's all very mystical and religious in tone, but noone has ever actually got them all, or we wouldn't... ya know... BE here. Uh, provided that legend is true of course."
*LEGEND/PROPHECY*
"Well... I hesitate to tell you and get your hopes up, but there is an old island legend, predates all of us. Supposedly, you can earn your way out by challenging some 'island guardians' and earning their treasures as keys. But the legend is old, the rules are unclear, and I'd rather not have my citizens jumping headfirst into some hokey magic legend. Which, by the way, includes you. We're already working on another way out, we just... aren't there yet."
*NO OTHER QUESTIONS*
"Okay well, before before you go, I'd like to offer you a token of my gratitude for your selfless service." He will reach back and hit a button on his desk on his own intercom. "Nash, please bring me Anais and Garamond." It takes a moment, but the double doors open again, and Nash steps in with a pair of people, a man and woman both dressed in suits.
(NOTICE ROLL) You notice Nash is walking with a bit of a limp, his hair is ruffled some, and his shirt is wrinkled in the front. The guy is shaking his head a little, and the lady has a kind of "superiority" judgment in her eyes.
Akarui walks back around to his seat. "This is Garamond of the local Bank, and this is Anais of the Homeowners' Association. We're gonna transition you from your currency to ours, AND get you a decent place to live so you don't have to worry about either. And since you helped us, I'm footing the bill for the first month AND paying for the transaction fees out of pocket. Consider it a token of my gratitude."
Akarui walks back around to his seat. "This is Garamond of the local Bank, and this is Anais of the Homeowners' Association. We're gonna transition you from your currency to ours, AND get you a decent place to live so you don't have to worry about either. And since you helped us, I'm footing the bill for the first month AND paying for the transaction fees out of pocket."
Garamond, a portly Dachsund in a deep blue suit, steps forward first and asks for any currency you have on hand. When he sees you literally have a hundred different types of cash, he is a bit ecstatic, and hands over a bag each of coins in various sizes.
Garamond, a portly Dachsund in a deep blue suit, steps forward first. "Ello there, I would like to ask you to hand me any currency or valuables you have that we can exchange for our own currency, which we call Z."
The coins themselves are relatively basic. They come in denominations of 1, 5, 10, 20, 50, and 100, and are all fairly lightweight. He explains their currency is called Z, and each coin is filled with magically infused sea salt using a special type of INFUSION technique that is a trade secret even on the island, so every coin is ever so slightly special and practically impossible to fake. (If you count it, you have each been handed a bag of 1,000z)
When he sees you literally have a hundred different types of cash, he is a bit ecstatic, and trades each of you a bag of coins. They come in denominations of 1, 5, 10, 20, 50, and 100, and are all fairly lightweight. When you count it out, you received a bag of 1,000z.
Anais, a well groomed Sheep woman in a red suit with a bit of a grumpy disposition, steps forward after and asks several basic questions. The biggest ones are your names, ages, species, and how many of you plan to live together & separately.
Based on that, she offers you three options. They have some relatively low cost 2 bedroom apartments, some midrange houses with as many as 4 bedrooms, and some vacant Gated community homes with as many bedrooms as needed.
"These are very special, each coin is filled with magically infused sea salt using a special type of INFUSION technique that is a trade secret even on the island, so every coin is ever so slightly special and practically impossible to fake."
Anais, a well groomed Sheep woman in a red suit with a bit of a grumpy disposition, steps forward after and pulls out a clipboard, speaking in a VERY monotone and irritated tone. "Hello, I represent the HOA and need a few simple questions answered for your new home here in Diadem."
- What are your names, ages, and species?
- Have any of you sought gainful employment since you arrived and/or plan to in the near future?
- Since your first month is being paid in advance by his Majesty, we do not need a down payment at this time. We collect payment on the first of the month, and if payment is not received by then, we reserve the right to remove you from your home. Do you understand these terms?
"Okay so, our housing options at the moment for your party would consist of either:"
- (number) 2 bed 1 bath apartments
- (number) 4 bed 2 bath residential home(s)
- An upgraded gated community home with as many beds and baths as you would like
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Nash will guide your group back outside and ask to see your map & approval letter. Once he sees both, he points out exactly where your new home(s) can be found, and a VIVID description of how to get there on foot. He shakes each of your hands one last time before waltzing himself back inside the building and closing the doors behind him, leaving you to your own decisions from here.
OUTSIDE TOWN HALL
(NOTICE ROLL) You hear a rustling noise and a hissing voice from beneath a shady tree, calling out to your group. "Ooooh~ Fresh meeeaaat~" The voice is coming from a large black tarantula man, but his appearance is somewhat obscured by a long brown trenchcoat.
(NOTICE ROLL) You hear a rustling noise and a hissing voice from behind (lowest roller). "Ooooh~ Fresh meeeaaat~"
*IF ANYONE REACTS*
He raises all six arms at varying degrees and angles. "Don't be alarmed, I'm just here to offer my... special services~" He laughs a sinister chuckle before giving a generous bow and continuing, "Call me Striker~ I'm an informant, here to offer my information and 'special skills' to you and yours, for a small fee of course~ Tell me, you all seem a bit out of sorts... I could give you a bit of guidance as a one-time courtesy for free?~"
The voice is coming from a large black tarantula man, but his appearance is somewhat obscured by a long brown trenchcoat. He raises all six arms at varying degrees and angles. "Don't be alarmed, I'm just here to offer my... special services~"
*IF THEY ASK ABOUT FREEING THE PEOPLE*
"Free the people of Diadem? How incredibly noble... and fruitless. Half the newbies that worm their way around try to find a way to do it, but most of them give up sooner rather than later. However..." He thinks for a moment, his multiple arms tapping his chin like long fingers. "...the last one to try mentioned the way to free Diadem was connected to the old lore of the land, but most people have forgotten it to time."
He laughs a sinister chuckle before giving a generous bow and continuing, "Call me Striker~ I'm a travelling merchant, here to offer information and wares to you and yours, for a small fee of course~ Tell me, you all seem a bit out of sorts... I could give you a bit of guidance as a one-time courtesy for free?~"
He raises one spiderleg digit. "AH... but there WAS a copy of the nation's old history book in the bookstore over in the Business district last I checked, there might be some treasures hidden in there~" He pauses and raises a second leg on the same side. "But I should warn you, the old bookstore owner can get a bit... ornery~"
AFTER HELPING THEM
"That's all I have for now, but if you require my assistance for anything else, just find a shady little spot and call for me with coin at the ready~ I'll be seeing you soon~" He then slithers up into the tree and vanishes as quietly as he came.
"That's all I have for now, but if you require my assistance for anything else, just find a shady little spot and call for me with coin at the ready~ I'll be seeing you soon~" He then slithers up into a nearby tree and vanishes as quietly as he came.

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EASTERN RESIDENTIAL DISTRICT
A compact but comfortable array of over 8,000 homes, each roughly 1,500 square feet with a good size yard in the front and back covering the rest of the 1/8 acre space. Each of the 36 streets and 12 avenues has a 2x11 block of houses, each with a two lane car width street & sidewalk.
And, the farthest right streets have been converted into three-story apartments for those with either lesser income or who don't feel the need to own a full home.
And, the farthest right streets have been converted into three-story apartments for those with either lesser income or who don't feel the need to own a full home.
NORTHERN BUSINESS DISTRICT
This busy business section has everything a thriving town would ever need! And with over 1,000 acres of storefronts, you'll never visit every store in a single day.
This busy business section has everything a thriving town would ever need! And with over a thousand acres of storefronts, you'll never visit every store in a single day.
WESTERN ESSENTIALS DISTRICT
This district houses a myriad of what most people would consider to be the most important facilities for the land itself that makes all our citizens as comfortable as they can be.
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Outskirt NE - Welcome Facility
The entryway to the entire city, there is a massive rounded information center full of freely take-able items including maps, brochures, glass bottles of water, advertisements for jobs & upcoming events, and more, all in a myriad of different languages. Around the building is also free access spaces such as a massive natural orchard, individual lakes & ponds full of small fish, public playgrounds, and plenty of greenery surrounding!
Outskirt SE - Sport Zone
Designed to be the most entertaining area of the whole city, this is an area focused for anything and everything athletic and entertaining at all levels, fully equipped with a professionally maintained baseball diamond, football field, tennis courts, basketball court, Olympic pools, soccer field, indoor hockey rink, and seating for all the above openly viewable from all sides.
Outskirt SW - Entertainment Junction
This little slice of fun times is fully equipped for your enjoyment with an amusement park, arcade, bowling alley, mini-golf course, pool hall, public pool, roller rink, multiple special restaurants including a fine dining establishment & a buffet, and (if you know where to look) a red light area with a bar, adult item store, and strip club
Outskirt NW - The Trash Zone
Despite the incredible strides in the land's ability to keep waste to a minimum, there is still SOME food waste and non-recyclables that can't be utilized. If it can't be put through the on-site recycling plant or the next-door junkyard to be repurposed, it'll end up in the burn pit to be destroyed.

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*BLACKSMITH*
Walking in to the red brick building with the HAMMER mark on the window, you are immediately greeted by the metallic THUD... THUD... THUD... of hammers on hot steel, and you are visually greeted by a single blacksmith, a middle aged jackal with a heavy apron and a hammer at one of the six anvils.
The red brick building is of a small yet sturdy design, with a hammer & anvil sign over the door. Upon opening it, you are greeted by the metallic THUD of hammers on metal and the stench of coal fire.
The left wall is full of metal hammers and camps, and the right side is full of smelting furnaces. A simple smithing office, but it definitely does the job. After a moment, he puts down his most recent finished product and asks you in a gruff tone, "How can I help ya'll?"
- The left wall is full of hammers, chisels, punches, tongs, and files
- The back wall has a few built-in-the-wall forges, each with its own anvil, vise, metal table, and steel drum full of water nearby
- The right wall is covered in racks of aprons, goggles, thick gloves, and other safety garments
- The center is occupied by a square counter, ran by an older Jackal man with short brown hair behind a pair of goggles on his forehead and red flannel with a gold nametag reading MARVIN.
*Asking about making weapons,* He smiles and points to the anvils. "I can definitely make weapons for ya, but I stick mostly to simple stuff nowadays. Knives, hammers, swords, the basics.
*IF THEY APPROACH*
Marvin is in the process of smoothing out a large tube of metal with some old fashioned sandpaper. When he spots you, he puts it down and smiles wide. "Hey there! How can I help ya?"
*WHAT HE'S WORKING ON*
"Oh this? Someone ordered, and I quote, 'the biggest and heaviest hammer you can make.' Been working on it all week."
*ASKING ABOUT IMPROVING WEAPONS*
"I might be able to improve the ones you have, depends on what you're working with. Let me have a look?" Any weapon he is handed, he will survey top to bottom like it is made of fine glass.
"I might be able to improve the ones you have, depends on what you're working with."
*IF SIMPLE WEAPONS AT 3DMG OR LESS*
"Oh yeah, I can do that for you, and it shouldn't take too long either." He will heat your weapon, add special metal along its edges, and smith it over the span of an hour. "And here you go. Now let's talk price."
*IF SIMPLE WEAPON*
"Oh yeah, this is right up my alley. Problem is, I gotta finish this project first. The earliest I can have it done is tomorrow evening."
*IF THEY ASK ABOUT SPECIAL DESIGNED WEAPONS*
*OR IF THEY ASK ABOUT 4/5 DMG WEAPONS*
He shakes his head and crosses his arms. "Afraid that's outside my skillset nowadays. You wanna do any of that, you'd wanna talk to my teacher or maybe a disciple of his. He's likely still in THERE." He points to a glowing RED circle of energy against the rock wall in the distance.
*IF NOT SATISFIED WITH WAITING*
*OR IF MORE COMPLICATED*
"I'm sorry, I got my limits. Doing a weapon that complicated/fast just ain't in me anymore."
He thinks for a moment. "But ya know, there IS someone who could help you out better than me, if you're interested?"
He leans in a little. "I was taught how to do metalworking by a hot-headed piece of work named Aodaghan. Pretty sure he's still around. You take that to him, he can do things with it I never could."
*IF INTERESTED*
"Well good, keep that energy high cuz you're gonna need it. Got a map?" He points it out as a spot on the northernmost part of the rock wall around Diadem.
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*BOOKSTORE*
The bookstore is a bit old style, tan bricks with a glass storefront design that currently has a metal pipe sticking out of a large gaping hole. Several people are in the process of cleaning the damage right around the time you show up, and the door still seems to be in working order.
This old-fashioned tan brick building has a sign showing an open book with a quill over the door, and a glass storefront window with a metal pipe sticking out of it. There are already people sweeping up & picking up debris, and it LOOKS like the store is still open for business.
Inside it is pretty minimal as a whole. Novels, encyclopedias, fiction and nonfiction, the standard stuff you'd see in here.
The inside also has some damage here and there, but nothing a simple wipedown couldn't fix. You see racks of fiction, nonfiction, romance, sci-fi, comics, children's books, all the normal stuff you'd expect to see.
(INVESTIGATE ROLL) Alot of these titles are actually relatively new, none of them seeming more than a year old.
(INVESTIGATE ROLL) You can't seem to spot the book you're looking for immediately, but you DO recognize alot of these titles on the shelves. In fact, some of these books you know were released maybe a year ago on the outside, if not less.
"Hello younguns, can I help ya find anything??" The voice comes from an older bulldog gentleman with inch thick glasses, a simple wooden cane, and a blue apron, smiling as wide as you would imagine. His gold nametag reads WARTON.
"Hello younguns, can I help ya find anything??" The voice comes from an older bulldog gentleman with inch thick glasses, a wooden cane, and a blue apron, his gold nametag reading WARTON.
ASK ABOUT THE HOSTORY BOOK
He will laugh a bit and reply "Oh, the OLD history book? Hm.. the schools usually get to those first, but I think we have one or two copies left. Planning to use it for a school assignment I assume??" He chatters with you as you walk down the aisle.
He will laugh a bit and reply "Oh, you'd want the OLD history book then. The schools get to those quick, but I think we have one or two copies left." He guides you to walk through one of the aisles toward the farther back part of the store.
"So if ye don't mind me asking, what do ya need it fer? Old book like that, gotta be something special."
*AFTER ANY RESPONSE*
"Then this book'll give you some insight fer sure. You'll hafta excuse the mess though, those rassafrassin' Marauders have been makin' a mess outta everything lately. 'Speaking fer the unhappy people of Diadem' my patoot."
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*IF THEY MENTION FREEING THE PEOPLE
He will pause and start swinging his cane around. "YOU HEATHENS ARE WITH THOSE AWFUL MARAUDERS AIN'T YOU?! HAVEN'T YOU DONE ENOUGH DAMAGE TODAY?!" He starts violently bopping you with the cane to try and scare you away.
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(CONTACTS OR EMPATHY ROLL) He suddenly stops, and calms down near immediately. "Oh.. oh you're being serious? My apologies, I'm just fed up with people whiming and groaning about being stuck here, that's all they ever do is complain."
He reaches the shelf where the book SHOULD be, but the book and several others on the shelf have been burned to ash. "Oh dear, those were my last copies, and my next shipment isn't for another week..." He seems downright downtrodden.
He perks up suddenly, turning to your group with renewed vigor. "I can do you one better! There's a place not too far from here with books about everything, The Grand Library!"
He laughs heartily as he walks back back to the front of the store. "It's a magical place I went to when I was a kid, an amazing library of infinite knowledge and wisdom! The librarian there was so nice too, he inspired me to open my bookstore."
He points to a larger version of the map you are all carrying plastered on the wall of the store, currently singed in one corner, and points out an orange spot on the westernmost side of the rock wall around Diadem.
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He reaches the shelf where the book SHOULD be, but sees the book and several others on the shelf have been burned to ash. "Oh dear, those were my last copies, and my next shipment isn't for another week..." He sighs a bit, but perks up suddenly, turning to your group excitedly.
"Er, wait! Before you head there, could you do an old man a kindness?" He steps behind the counter to start digging around for something.
"But I can do you one better! There's a special place not too far from here with information about everything in Diadem, The Grand Library!" He laughs heartily as he reminisces, walking back to the front of the store and expecting you all to follow.
"It's a magical place I went to when I was a kid, an amazing library of infinite knowledge and wisdom! The librarian there was so nice too, he inspired me to open my bookstore. All you have to do is go... There!" He will point to a spot against the rock wall in the distance beyond the Business district's border. Wherever he is pointing, it's definitely walkable, but too far to see what exactly it is.
"I'm a bit too old to go myself, these old joints ain't what they used to be.. but if you go that way, could you do an old man a small favor and return this book for me? I don't need it anymore, heh." He hands you a children's book, *The Boy, The Mole, The Fox, And The Horse.*
He waves you off as you leave his store, the damage all cleaned up upon your exit.
He pops back up holding an old children's book titled The Phantom Tollbooth. "Here it is! Could you please return this to the library? I borrowed it as a tot, but I think it's time for the next generation to be inspired by it."
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THUNDER FORCE HQ
*GYM*
Walking up to the police office looking building, you are greeted by several DOZEN silver-clad officers with clipboards in hand, each one walking around and scribbling information down. It doesn't look like tryouts officially started yet, but everyone is doing warm-ups and getting ticks in advance.
The two story brick building itself seems pretty basic. Concrete pathways, wooden double doors, large sign with both an arm flexing and a body in a yoga pose. But you DO spot a pool off to the side.
A group of three high rank looking individuals spot your group, one of which approaches you with a judgmental glance. A Panther man with a rounded scar under his eye approaches, eyeing you all up. "Let me guess. You here to try out, just like them?" He points out the eighteen other men and women all in mixed physical shape lumbering and stretching around in front of them.
The Panther continues, "well everyone has a shot. I'm third commander Harken, and these are my associates, second officer Valeos and first officer Jensen." He pauses so Valeos the Gila monster and Jensen the Human can shake your hands.
"You will be numbers 19, 20, and 21 respectively. When your number is called, just step out here and we will get started." *IF THEY ASK ABOUT PAPERWORK,* "OH, no no no, that is reserved for those whom at least make it past first cut."
The tryouts begin, and half of the participants are less than impressive. They mostly fumble with their guns full of blanks, fizzle out on their electric speed demonstrations, and jumble their words on the quick Q&A segments. It becomes so disappointing that all three Commanders step away, leaving the testing to the other officers for the moment.
Your turn comes up, and you step in front of the audience and are expected to demonstrate what you can do. They want to see your gun play, your weapon finesse, your electric magic, and your response to common situations. (Shoot, Fight, Academics, Empathy rolls)
Right at the end of your demonstration but before your result, an explosion goes off outside the building, close enough to hear but not to feel. An officer runs in and declares it an emergency in the residential district this time, and third commander Harken is in pursuit. (the enemy is the same LV2 villain with a bunch of new LV1s)
AFTER THE FIGHT
All three Commanders personally shake your hands and thank you for your work in that fight, and you are all offered entry level positions on the Thunder Force if you so desire. It will provide uniforms, income, and status represented by a publicly wearable trainee badge until your training is complete.
Harken then points out that guy was one he just caught last week, and wonders how & why he got out. *If you made any indication of recognizing him,* He will think for a moment and point out he will have an expedited trial for being a repeat offender, and offers to let you sit in on it as an evidence witness. He then points out the trial will take place THERE, and point out the silver gate.
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The morning starts like normal at first, until you hear a massive rumbling explosion coming from the center of town. As you look out the window, you see a plume of smoke and a massive fireball erupting from (at your best guess) the Town Hall.
At the Town Hall building, everything is broken and in flames. Papers are wafting into the air with ashes pouring off of them, and the only thing left standing is the front doors with a small piece of paper pinned to them under a gold dagger.
(INVESTIGATE ROLL) The paper simply says "GATED COMMUNITY, ONE HOUR" in handwriting you are not familiar with. And it is written on King Akarui's personal stationary.
*AT THE GATED COMMUNITY*
You see both guard shacks are completely engulfed in flames and the dogs are nowhere to be seen. But just beyond that point is Ace, arms crossed and staring at the gate patiently, assisted by three higher rank men. Once you approach, he unfurls his arms. "I admire your punctuality, Kings of Kings. Means I dont have to go hunting you down."
*IF ASKED WHY HE IS DOING THIS*
"Heh.. maybe I dont like the way King Akarui is running the show. Does it really matter anymore? Right here, right now, all that matters is you... and I."
The three men with him all step out and prepare to jump in but he raises an arm. "No... this one is mine. You go to Jack, Queen, and King. Let them know they have three more guests." The three men go running off, as Ace charges electricity in his hands. "(One player's name), I'M CHALLENGING YOU TO A ONE ON ONE FIGHT. ONE THUNDER FORCE TO ANOTHER. LAST ONE STANDING MOVES FORWARD FROM HERE."
*IF THEY SAY HE IS NOT THUNDER FORCE*
*OR HE IS A DISGRACE TO THUNDER FORCE*
He will laugh a little under his helmet. "I'm more Thunder Force than you will ever realize."
If accepted, the challenge will be an exchange of FIGHT, SHOOT, and ACADEMICS rolls, each one doing DMG based on which one rolls higher. Athletics will not be necessary in this exchange.
Inside gives you a school building feeling, aside from the sounds of grunting and metal clanking in the distance. There is one long hallway leading to multiple doors and one big staircase leading upstairs. You see the same yoga pose sign in the distance at the staircase, pointing up.
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*IF THEY STAY DOWNSTAIRS*
You see a door open beside you, and out steps a seven foot tall rhino man with a blond buzzcut held up behind an orange sweatband, wearing black and blue spandex-like workout clothing, his gold nametag reading CLINT.
"Spotted you through the door, you looking for a workout?"
*EXPLANATION*
He smiles and claps his hands, making a loud thud of a noise. "Fantastic, let's get started. First day is free so we can do a kind of... evaluation, see where you need work."
He guides anyone interested into one of the workout rooms, loaded wall to wall with workout machinery. There are maybe ten other people all doing their own thing, and they all look about the same sizes as your group.
Clint sets you up with your choice of a rowing machine, barbell, leg press, or treadmill to start, and puts you at the lowest setting.
You spend the next 30 minutes training under a slowly increasing workload guided by him watching over all of you simultaneously.
(PHYSIQUE Roll)
- (Highest roller) receives a bit of praise for handling himself so well and pushing their limits
- But (lowest roller) tried a little too hard and took a point of damage as a result.
He gets a solid read on what exactly it is you need to improve on, and its all fairly basic stuff. He hands each of you a written workout routine for longer better physical health.
"I recommend you do this regimen three times a week for 30 minutes, and you'll start seeing some solid results pretty quick. Were ya interested in signing up for a gym membership?"
*AFTER RESPONSE*
"Now hang on, I'm not saying you gotta do it, I'm just giving you options."
- You could buy your own gym and set yourself back a few thousand Z
- You could get a membership here, since we're the only gym in Diadem
- And I don't like telling first timers, but if you're really hard up for coin, there IS a free option if you wanna do a little traveling.
"You uh... you ever been to the Brown demense? They got a sweet ass gym, super top notch gear and trainers. Most people go there to get RIPPED, but they like helping new guys too."
*FREE OPTION*
"Cool cool, gimme yer map." He points out a brown spot on the southeast side of the rock wall around Diadem.
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IF THEY GO UPSTAIRS*
You spot a sign at the top of the stairs with a flexing arm pointing down, defining a separation between the floors. The second floor is mostly just one giant room, partly padded and partly wood paneled.
"Can I help you find your way?" As silently as can be, you are approached by a swan woman with blond hair tied into a long braid to her waist in a black leotard, her gold nametag reading JADA.
*EXPLANATION*
She will smile and take a step backward into the room, extending her arm in an inviting manner. "Then let's give you a free day to see what you can do."
She will them spend the next 30 minutes giving each of you basic instructions of flexibility exercises, including a few yoga poses.
(ATHLETICS Roll)
- (Highest roller) receives her applause and a moment of admiration for being so flexible.
- But (lowest roller) most definitely pulled something and took a point of damage as a result.
Once you all finish and she gets a good idea of what you can do, her recommendations are all fairly mundane stuff you could do as a morning warmup routine.
"Now these are all for basic flexibility and conditioning, and you should see results very soon. Curious though, were any of you considering working your way up to an intermediate aerobics schedule?"
*AFTER RESPONSE*
"I see... well I feel obligated to tell you that you could always have a membership here, or you could do it at home without the professional aid of myself or my co-owners."
She thinks for a moment. "There is also a third option if you're interested. We have a sort of 'sister school' operating in the Green demense, much more zen and atmospheric than inside a building. That one's free, but requires travel. We send any potential students to each other and find their preferred space."
*INTERESTED*
"Fantastic, if you have a map, I can point it out for you." She points out a green spot on the northwest side of the rock wall around Diadem.
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*HARDWARE STORE*
The concrete building itself is LARGE, easily two stories in height, and the parking lot is partly taken up by a frontside loading & unloading bay for the customers.
Inside, the aisles are floor to ceiling, and every inch is covered in every kind of building material, plumbing, electrical, cleaning, hand & power tool, and lawn & garden accessory you could imagine.
You are immediately approached by a TALL bull man with tied back brown hair in a black apron, his gold nametag reading ULRICH. "Welcome in, can I help ya find anything?"
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*ANYTHING BUT WOOD*
"Oh we got that in spades, right over here." He guides you all to a nearby aisle, and points out exactly what you are looking for. And the price is cheap, even for hardware store standards.
(NOTICE Roll) On your way to the registers, you spot the building supply aisle, and notice that nearly every type of wood rack is completely empty, save for some small scraps.
*IF THEY ASK*
"Hm? Oh. THAT."
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*IF WOOD*
He inhales sharply through his teeth and carefully asks, "What KIND of wood exactly..?"
*AFTER THEIR RESPONSE*
"Well uh... hm... I doubt we have any, but let's go take a look." He guides you to the building supply aisle, and nearly every type of wood rack is completely empty, save for some small scraps.
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"We can't exactly get more right now, the uh... supply chain is interrupted, and..." He sighs and rubs the back of his neck in frustration.
"Alright, I'm gonna level with you guys, we can't get into the Black demense to get more. Something fucked up happened over there, something NASTY. Everyone is too afraid to go in, and those that did, didn't come back out. Been a year since we got new supply, and whatever we can get from the other demenses usually gets earmarked for housing needs."
*IF THEY WANT TO GO*
He seems genuinely shocked. "Well... it's your funeral. Let me show you where you gotta go." He walks over to a nearby endcap, grabs a fresh map, and points out a black spot on the southwestern side of the rock wall around Diadem.
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*HOSPITAL*
The facility is an impressively tall three story brick building with multiple separate wings and sub-buildings. You see several doctors and nurses walking in and out at random intervals, with a parking lot full of civilian vehicles on one side and oddly designed ambulance vehicles on the other.
Inside is even more impressive than outside. The building is immaculate, the lines are short, the floors are all marble squares, and the smell of cafeteria food fills the air.
This floor of the facility is mostly comprised of a line of check-in windows, a large seating area with about two dozen chairs, and a series of glass doorways leading to catwalks to other nearby buildings.
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(NOTICE Roll) You hear a siren from outside, and it is approaching rapidly. Moments later, a team is wheeling a gurney with into the main lobby, carrying a parakeet man holding his side tightly.
"What's the emergency here?"
"Patient received a nasty cut across his ribs and side."
"Okay, not a life threatening injury, we can get him some healing magic and--
"Healing magic doesn't work on this."
"WHAT?"
"Every healing spell we cast just... doesn't work on it. And there's something else, he's bleeding gold."
"Oh God, another one? Okay, get him to a room, we'll do what we can."
You watch the squad wheel the gurney away, the doctor writing something down on a clipboard.
*IF THEY ASK*
The doctor turns to you, a dolphin man with glasses and an ear length head of brown hair, wearing a white labcoat with a stethoscope around his neck, his gold nametag reading DR TOHRU BEIFONG. "Hm? Did you need something?"
*IF THEY ASK*
"I'm surprised you don't know. There's something of an epidemic going on in Diadem. People are coming in with injuries that can't be healed by magical means."
"Mostly cuts or gunshot wounds, all of which medicine and surgery can still treat, but there's the issue of the golden... whatever it is in their blood we can't identify."
*INVESTIGATE*
"We've done investigations and found the blood deeper inside doesn't seem to be affected. It's exclusively what is nearest to the wound."
"Whatever this is isn't fatal in and of itself for the moment, but healing magic is our fast acting option for critical care. If someone were to lose something valuable to this, it could be permanent. Possibly fatal."
"We've had one fatality from this so far, but we get better at managing the issue every day."
*CAN THEY SEE*
"... aside from that being completely unethical and a bit morbid, the body is no longer here. He's already been processed and is being sent to the gray demense."
*WHERE IS IT*
"I... you... this is very awkward for me, but if you have a map..." He points out a GRAY spot on the westernmost side of the rock wall around Diadem
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*MALL*
The outside looks fairly standardized, large concrete building sun bleached into a bland pale gray over time. But the facility looks well maintained, the streets are paved with no visible cracks, and the doors are ten foot high glass panel with brass handles.
Inside the two story building is a different matter. The walls are all painted a startling white, the staircases are immaculate, every storefront looks trendy & clean, and there are old-fashioned elevators with liftmen.
*EXPLORE*
Every store is a specialty store selling all manner of fashionable AND functional clothes. There are stores for sportswear, swimwear, shoes, accessories, heavy duty workout wear, even winter wear.
*ANY STORE THEY GO TO*
You will see a solid array of color and style options, in sizes ranging from toddler to giant.
*AFTER THEY SHOP AROUND*
Once the merchandise is brought to the counter, paid for, and put in a brown paper bag, the clerk will slip a bright pink piece of paper with the clothes.
It's a flier for an upcoming once-a-month fashion show this afternoon, taking place in the PINK demense, and hosted by "The One And Only demense Mistress, Madam Miranda."
*IF THEY ASK*
The clerk smiles and points out the small pink flower pin on their uniform, on the opposite side of their chest from the nametag.
"Madam Miranda is the one who designed all the clothes everyone in Diadem wears, and every piece has her insignia on them somewhere."
(NOTICE Roll) You didnt notice this before but:
- Every store sign has that little symbol
- Several people are walking around with that pinned on their clothes, bags, or hats
- Every article of clothing you bought has that symbol embroidered on their tags
- Why is there a winter wear store in the summer?
*WHERE IS IT*
The clerk turns to a giant map behind the counter on the wall, and points out a pink spot on the southeast side of the rock wall around Diadem.
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*WINTER WEAR STORE*
The store is overall no different than any other store, it has a myriad of thick clothing & gloves and stylized weatherproof coats to handle any blizzard.
*IF THEY ASK*
The clerk will smile a little with a knowing grin. "You aren't from around here, are you?"
"Okay there's three reasons. One, alot of people are cold blooded and need a little more thermal layering to get by."
"Two, we do get winter weather here when the season aligns for it, and people prep for it year round."
"Three, alot of people like to go to the white demense, and it tends to get a little chilly. It's better to be prepared for the worst, ya know?"
*WHITE demense*
"You've never been? It's a nice place to beat the summer heat. You got a map? I'll show you where it is." They point out a WHITE spot on the southwestern side of the rock wall around Diadem
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*RESTAURANT(S)*
*MALL FOOD COURT*
The food court itself is fairly basic, dark green square metal tables with matching chairs, four seats each. There are several food vendors to pick from, and while most of them are more fast food related, there are also options for more specific tastes.
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*ACTUAL RESTAURANT*
There are multiple restaurant style buildings right beside each other, all of them looking mostly identical inside AND out, except for the signs on the front.
Inside, the walls are all a basic white with paintings & photos of their meals. The chairs are all lightweight black metal, the seats & tables are all treated wood, and the counterspace is some form of stylized corful stone.
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*REGARDLESS OF THE FOOD*
Everything on this table is rich in the purest and most savory flavors you could've asked for. The ingredients are top notch, the beverages are fresh, even the salt & pepper are more flavorful than you expected.
*IF THEY ASK OR COMPLIMENT*
The clerk will laugh proudly, already in progress of making more food for the next people. "We get our ingredients fresh from the demenses! Mostly the VIOLET one, but our seafood comes from BLUE!"
*WHERE IS IT*
The clerk checks out the next person in line, trots over to your table, and asks to see your map, pointing out a:
- BLUE spot on the southernmost side of the rock wall around Diadem.
- VIOLET spot on the easternmost side of the rock wall around Diadem.
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*MUSIC STORE*
This brick building is alot more stylized than the others. The front of the store is covered in a black iron mesh meant to resemble speakers, covering and slightly obscuring the glass open front display.
Inside is wall to wall aisles of musical instruments and supplies, but the aisles shorten in length closer to the store's center. Instead, there are four black leather couches, a small coffee table, and a few people sitting to either enjoy the atmosphere or test the instruments.
Behind the couches and beside the door is the register, manned by an Ibis woman with braided black hair and a loose tiedye tank top, working a modernized record player connected to the store's sound system, her gold nametag reading ELLEN.
- Drums and percussion instruments
- Fretted instruments (guitars, ukuleles, etc)
- Brass and woodwind instruments
- Violin family instruments
- Metronomes, music stands, and sheet music
- Consumables (strings, reeds, drumsticks)
- Microphones, cables, audio tech, & amplifiers
- Racks upon racks of records, with record players nearby
(NOTICE Roll) You spot a yellow flier on the wall for a beach party, hosted by DJ ZAHIR in the yellow demense.
*IF THEY ASK*
Ellen puts down her headphones and lets the record play for a bit. "Hell yeah, love his parties. Guy throws one about every week and everyone is invited. Hell of a shindig too, last one had at least a hundred people. You going?"
*IF THEY GO*
"Sweeeet, gimme your map." She points out a yellow spot on the northeast side of the rock wall around Diadem.
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*THUNDER FORCE*
The two story precinct building looks relatively basic, the bottom half made of stylized brick and the top half more concrete. There's no obvious sign like the other buildings, but you see a few Thunder Force agents walking in and out of the main doors, as well as normal people whom all seem a bit excited.
Inside, there are several more officers with clipboards in hand, all talking to a large group of normally dressed people in the middle.
A group of three agents in the back spot your group, all of whom approach you rather quickly.
- The first is a human woman with tightly bound brown hair in a bun, her silver nametag reading JENSEN
- The second is a Gila monster man about her height, his hair jet black and cut tight to his skin, his silver nametag reading VALEOS
- The third you immediately recognize from the Marauder incident, the tall Panther man with the scar under his eye, his silver nametag reading HARKEN
Harken crosses his arms, eyeing you all up from behind his tight shades. "Wait, I recognize you lot, you're from the Marauder incident the other day. Good to see you all in our office. Do you plan to try out? Or were you just here to watch?"
*EITHER WAY*
"(Good to hear / That's too bad), we are always looking for promising new recruits." He pauses and looks at his two associates.
"It occurs to me none of us have been introduced formally. I am Third commander Harken, this is Second commander Valeos, and this is First commander Jensen." All three of them extend a hand to shake yours.
*IF THEY WANT TO TRY OUT*
Harken will hold out a slip of paper. "You will be number 29 (add more per person). When your number is called, just step out into the center and we will get started."
The tryouts begin, and half of the participants are less than impressive. They mostly fumble with their guns full of blanks, fizzle out on their electric speed demonstrations, and jumble their words on the quick Q&A segments.
(NOTICE Roll) Poor Harken looks so disappointed, he eventually turns around and walks out of the building entirely, leaving Jensen and Valeos to finish evaluations.
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*IF PARTICIPATING*
Number 29 is called out. Once you step on the floor, a Thunder Force agent steps up with a clipboard (A shorter cat woman with a silver nametag reading BINX) looks up to you.
"Just like the others before you, we will be judging you on several specific attributes of being a Thunder Force officer. Are you ready?"
- FIGHT/SHOOT/STEALTH roll for weapon finesse
- ACADEMICS/MANA roll for magical prowess
- EMPATHY/DECEIVE roll for verbal skills
Each time, Binx will scribble something on her clipboard, as do a few other officers randomly. Once you finish, she offers to shake your hand. "Thank you, we will have your results once all testing is complete."
*REPEAT AS MANY TIMES AS NECESSARY FOR EACH ADDITIONAL NUMBER*
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*FIVE MINUTES LATER, OR*
*AFTER LAST EVALUATION*
You hear an explosion outside, and Harken runs back in a moment later, coughing up smoke and covered in debris. "The Marauders are attacking the Residential district! I pursued but they outnumbered me!"
He winces in pain, but Jensen steps up beside him and casts a violet healing spell on him to take the edge off. "I'll get you fixed up in a sec.."
Valeos turns to everyone in the office. "Attention Thunder Force, current and potential! The time to truly test your merit has come! All non-agents are temporarily deputized until this threat is neutralized! I am deploying you all to the Residential District immediately!"
He pauses to look at your group. "That includes you! Get down and help however you can! If there were enough to outnumber Harken, we need all the help we can get!"
*RESIDENTIAL DISTRICT*
You see a group of about thirty Marauders, all laughing and swinging their weapons into whatever they can find. Car windows, mailboxes, light posts, everything breaks and they enjoy every second of it.
The other non-agents approach the Marauders, and immediately start breaking up into street brawls with them. There is about as many on both sides, barring the one group in the middle that you would assume to be the ringleaders.
*WHEN THEY APPROACH*
You hear a familiar laugh, and see the same ram man waltz out into the open, waving that fancy little white sword of his around. "I was hoping I'd get to see you fuckheads again. Ready for round two? Cuz I know I am!"
AFTER THE FIGHT
Harken will fall to his knees, groaning in pain. "Urgh... Damn it..."
The ram lies in a heap with not only the group HE fought you with, but also every other Marauder in the area. The non-agents are all fairly battered and banged up, but you all did win today.
IF THEY ASK WHY
"I already told you... everything I did was for the sake of the people."
"THUNDER FORCE!!!" You hear Harken's voice bellow out behind you. The agents all turn and form a lineup, saluting Harken immediately, holding his stomach with one hand.
"Let me ask you something... every time you saw the Marauders, did they ever actively attack the people in front of you? Or was it mostly property damage?"
"TODAY YOU HAVE DONE WELL. RETURN TO THE OFFICE TO RECUPERATE. NON-AGENTS, STANDBY." All the Thunder Force agents suddenly take off with electrically charged leaps, leaving you all behind in the lineup.
"And every time you fought the Marauders in the middle of Diadem, were we not always there to clean up the mess and minimize casualties by hauling bodies away?"
"As for the rest of you... what I witnessed out there was sloppy, uncoordinated, and barely qualified as a victory." Everyone around you looks dejected.
"And why is it the only time you ever saw an escapee, it was always the same one VERY lucky man who conveniently always got out?"
"So when you don that uniform, I expect each and every one of you to be better than you were today." The entire group suddenly seem surprised.
*IF THEY SAY DOUBLE AGENT*
"Something to that effect... I'm an Immigrant just like you, on my 25th year here. But when I saw the people here, I immediately drafted myself into the Thunder Force. When all this Marauder nonsense started two years ago, we did all we could to minimize the damage from the outside, but couldn't fix the casualties they were causing."
"We will be using today's fight to evaluate each and every one of you, so pay attention to your mail. You will each receive a letter within the week with your results. BUT, regardless if you pass or fail, remember that on this day, you all fought to make Diadem better. DISMISSED."
He turns his head toward the inner part of the Gated community. "I came up with a plan, something to slowly mitigate the Marauders to property damage. I would enlist as a man whom was simply 'sick of how Diadem was functioning and wanted to leave,' offered myself as a mole, and was promoted through the ranks to an identical level. Top secret mission, only one other person truly knew."
All the people start cheering for themselves and each other, before dispersing and walking away. Harken turns and looks at your group. "NOT. YOU." He ushers you all to come toward him. By this time, Jensen and Valeos join his sides.
*KING AKARUI*
"That's why he was willing to let ME assign you to that guard job. I arranged it with the Crooked King so I would be there aiding in the supply pickup, and made sure to give you every reason in the book to come after me. You would discover my identity, you would realize how deep this went, and you would come after us when you KNEW you were ready. King Akarui and I set it up to all fall down."
"We saw what you all did. Out of all the people in this fight, we recognize coordination and effort when we see it. You definitely have what it takes. I think I speak for all of us when I say, we want you to be Thunder Force."
*IF THEY DONT BELIEVE HIM*
"It doesn't matter anymore.. The Crooked King did something I didn't expect that jeopardized the final objective. He had Jack and Queen take hostages."
"You would start at entry level of course, but this will immediately qualify you for all employment perks. Uniforms, income, and status, including a publicly wearable trainee badge with a hit or miss chance at bonuses with the people."
"I saw Jack hauling a fox man... Nash I believe was his name, tied up, gagged, and blindfolded. I saw Queen carrying a bag over her shoulder, quite a bit smaller. I assume it to be King Akarui inside. I cannot guarantee my abilities if it means the King and his aide may be at risk. But you have all twelve Regalia in hand... you can do things I cannot."
*REGARDLESS OF WHAT THEY PICK*
Jensen and Valeos walk away to grab some of the defeated Marauders, and Harken takes notice of the ram. "Wait, I know him. Didn't we just book him a few days ago?"
*THE PARTY RECOGNIZES HIM*
"Well this expedites things a bit. Since both our groups have dealt with him more than once, he is officially a repeat offender, and will likely receive an expedited trial."
"In fact... if you three would be willing to go to the courthouse in the silver demense and speak as witnesses, we might be able to put him behind bars permanently."
*IF THEY AGREE*
He will pull out his own map and point out a silver spot on the northeastern side of the rock wall around Diadem.
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"I don't care if you trust me or not, but you can trust this. The hostage situation is real. And they are commandeering one of the houses as a new base until their prep work is done. Jack and Queen are waiting to keep you from King until... whatever his objective is done. I know it involves leaving, but I dont know anything more."

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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
@ -68,7 +69,7 @@ He will stand before you all, spitting a glob of blood to the side, his sword ja
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."
@ -411,38 +412,38 @@ He will attempt to extend his wings, flapping a few times. "Hm.. cannot glide on
*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
@ -462,7 +463,7 @@ You could swear you saw Dorrin smile a bit as he grabbed the bottle, drinking th
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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.
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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~"
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*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.
*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.
*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.
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.
*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.
*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!!!
(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.
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.
*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.
"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."
(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.
*IF THEY ASK WHY*
Tlaloc will immediately shout "MADE! FRIENDS! GIFT!" And he will giggle in a deep voice like an excited oversized child.
(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 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.
*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!
I,
TLALOC
DJETERA
*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.
THANK YOU FOR
BEING MY FRIENDS
*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.
WILL YOU CHALLENGE
ME FOR MY REGALIA TODAY?
*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.
*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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
*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.
"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.
"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.
*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.
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.
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."
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.
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.
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.

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THIS IS TO BE TOLD ONCE SIX DOMAINS HAVE BEEN VISITED
THIS IS TO BE TOLD ONCE SIX demenseS HAVE BEEN VISITED
The scene opens early one morning with a phone call. (player) answers, and it is Nash. He cheerily asks for your group to come see King Akarui at your earliest convenience, as there is an urgent matter he wishes to speak with you about.
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Upon arriving, you see a perky Nash flagging you down to his desk. "There is our new town heroes! King Akarui is waiting for you, I just need to buzz you in." He does just that, hitting his intercom button and announcing your arrival. A moment later, you see King Akarui's doors burst open, an angry stout Doberman marching out, followed by a Panther man in Thunder Force attire.
Upon arriving, you see a perky Nash flagging you down to his desk. "There is our new town heroes! King Akarui is waiting for you, I just need to buzz you in." Right before he hits the button, you see King Akarui's doors burst open, an angry stout Doberman marching out, followed by a Panther man in Thunder Force attire.
You recognize Third Commander Harken, but the other one...
(IF THEY VISITED THE WEAPONS STORE)
THE stout Doberman is Jerras, owner of the Weapons store.
The stout Doberman is Jerras, owner of the Weapons store.
He quickly turns to Harken, growling lowly. "That son of a bitch tried to lowball me on that deal and you know it..."
Harken maintains his composure, removing his sunglasses and revealing his deep brown soulful panther eyes, giving Jerras a look of understanding. "Jerras, you have to understand, he is not made of coin. He has only so much to spare for this kind of thing. Not to mention the morality issue--"
Harken maintains his composure, removing his sunglasses and revealing his deep brown soulful panther eyes. "Jerras, you have to understand, he is not made of coin. He has only so much to spare for this kind of thing. Not to mention the morality issue--"
Jerras groans in annoyance, rolling his eyes. "Dont give me that crap Harken, the man wears gold draperies like some... what do they call them out there, Arabian princesses?" He puts his hands around his muzzle and yells muffledly in frustration, then takes a deep breath, sighing a bit. "I refuse to be taken advantage of. This could have been the deal of a lifetime for me. Either way, I owe you one for talking him up to where it landed, so... just... call it a future favor."
Jerras groans in annoyance, rolling his eyes. "Dont give me that crap Harken, the man wears gold draperies like some... what do they call them out there, Arabian princesses?"
Harken extends his hand toward Jerras with a stern look in his eye. "Friends don't hold debts over each other, you know that. But... you spot me for lunch and we will call it even." Jerras smirks a little and accepts the handshake, getting ready to turn and leave when he spots your group.
He puts his hands around his muzzle and yells muffledly in frustration, then takes a deep breath, sighing a bit. "I refuse to be taken advantage of. This could have been the deal of a lifetime for me.
He punches the doorway,, and you are about 80% certain he broke something g that time. "I owe you one for talking him up to where it landed, but FUCK."
Harken extends his hand toward Jerras with a stern look in his eye. "Friends don't hold debts over each other, you know that. But... you spot me for lunch and we will call it even." Jerras immediately calms down hearing that, and accepts the handshake with a soft smile, then finally nltices your group at the doorway.
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@ -41,9 +45,11 @@ Harken steps toward your group. "I understand you have a meeting with the King?
"He came to broker a deal to outfit the Thunder Force with weapons. King Akarui lowballed him when he realized Jerras resells weapons pawned off to him, sometimes FROM the Marauders. I vouched for Jerras to get the profit up enough to make it financially beneficial to him."
*IF THEY AGREE WITH JERRAS*
"The bigger issue was moreso the morality argument King Akarui made. It's one thing to buy an arsenal of weapons fresh from a supplier. It's another to take used ones acquired from Marauders and put them in the hands of the Thunder Force. It's unfortunate, but... it is a legitimate concern."
"The bigger issue was moreso the morality of the circumstances. To hand our forces weapons that were once used against them, and sold to Jerras by those same Marauders beforehand, is... what did that book call it... An Unfortunate Series of Events, against Jerras."
"In any case, we have a meeting to attend. Shall we?" Harken will escort you to the meeting this time, holding open the door for all of you, then following you in and pulling it shut. Akarui will be closing the door on a nearby file cabinet, turning to your group with a smile on his beak. "Welcome back, heroes! And thank you for coming to see me so soon."
"In any case, we have a meeting to attend. Shall we?" Harken will escort you to the meeting this time, holding open the door for all of you, then following you in and pulling it shut.
Akarui will be closing the door on a nearby file cabinet, turning to your group with a smile on his beak. "Welcome back, heroes! And thank you for coming to see me so soon."
*WHAT IS THIS ABOUT*
He will sit behind his desk again, holding up two digits. "Well this is a dual purpose meeting. Firstly, I wanted to see how you were all faring so far. Normally after the welcoming in, I would just leave you to your own devices, but unlike the others that came the last few times, you've been more... 'active' in public."
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"I understand you have recently applied to join the Thunder Force. I have your application paperwork in a file on hand, and I'm willing to approve it immediately. But I need to know that, even with the knowledge of a corrupt agent somewhere in this, you are still interested in making a difference."
*IF THEY HAVENT APPLIED YET*
"The Thunder Force has open tryouts coming up soon to join their ranks. It would be a great disservice of me to not forewarn you of this, provided any of you were interested in applying to join their ranks."
"The Thunder Force has open tryouts coming up soon to join their ranks. Given your dedication to the city this far, it would be a disservice of me to not forewarn you of this, provided any of you were interested in applying to join their ranks."
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*EITHER WAY*
"It should also be noted that this information is strictly confidential. Until now, the only ones who knew about the potential mole were myself and Harken. I only included your group because you've proven yourselves invaluable to Diadem. Thank you for your time, heroes. Harken will see you out." Harken will nod and open the door for you, leading you out the front door of the building.
"It should also be noted that this information is strictly confidential. Until now, the only ones who knew about the potential mole were myself and Harken. Thank you for your time, heroes. Harken will see you out." Harken will nod and open the door for you, leading you out the front door of the building.
(NOTICE ROLL) Nash is no longer at his desk, a small sign sitting on it saying "back in an hour" with a picture of a cheeseburger attached.
(NOTICE ROLL) Nash is no longer at his desk, a small sign sitting on it saying "back in an hour" with a drawn picture of a cheeseburger attached.
Once outside, Harken will turn to your group. "I will see you around, I'm sure." Harken will slide his sunglasses back on, the silver parts of his uniform suddenly glowing lightly with electric energy before he disappears from view, the only remnants being a scorchmark in the ground and the stench of ozone.
Once outside, Harken will turn to your group. "I will see you around, I'm sure." Harken will slide his sunglasses back on, the silver parts of his uniform glowing with electric energy before he disappears from view, the only remnants being a scorchmark in the ground and the stench of ozone.
(NOTICE ROLL)
You spot Jerras in the distance, leaning on a nearby shady tree, and he is chatting with Striker of all people very casually, almost like old friends. Jerras hands Striker a bag of coin, then Striker steps out of view. Jerras sighs a little and heads out, mumbling under his breath a bit.

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THIS IS TO BE TOLD ONCE ALL TWELVE DOMAINS HAVE BEEN VISITED
THIS IS TO BE TOLD ONCE ALL TWELVE demenseS HAVE BEEN VISITED
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The scene opens early in the morning with a phone call. (Player) answers, and it is Nash. He tells your group King Akarui is requesting you come down to the Town Hall for a special meeting.
The scene opens early in the morning with a phone call. (Player) answers, and it is Nash. He tells your group King Akarui is requesting you come down to the Town Hall for a special meeting. And he sounds a bit more serious this time.
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Upon arrival, Nash will flag your group down to his desk again, still perky as can be. "Right on time! The King will see you now." He grabs a nearby clipboard, guides you to the meeting room, and opens the door for you.
Upon arrival, Nash will flag your group down to his desk again, his demeanor seeming a bit more rushed. "Right on time! Let's get you inside." He grabs a nearby clipboard, guides you to the meeting room, and opens the door for you.
You see King Akarui and Anais already in the middle of a heated discussion. Nash will turn around and freeze in place, looking like he just saw a ghost. But before he has a chance to go back out the door, Akarui will point at him.
@ -20,17 +20,25 @@ Akarui will just stare at her deadpan in the eyes. "Okay one, the seniors face t
Anais will slam her hands into the desk. "Sir, I respect your authority, but I need you to at least take this seriously. The noise complaints and slow self destruction of these properties are going to drive down the value of the district! We'll start losing money when noone wants to live somewhere so ugly!"
Akarui will continue to just stare at her. "You've been reading too many of the books about outside property values. The only places to live are the Gated homes, Residential houses, and apartments. We set those values and you know damn well they won't fluctuate." Anais will try to respond, but Akarui will riase a hand. "That being said... I will have the noise complaints investigated and the general condition of the neighborhood therein given a thorough look. We can discuss the rest on another day. Will that suffice?"
Akarui will continue to just... stare at her. "You've been reading too many of the books about outside property values. The only places to live are the Gated homes, Residential houses, and apartments. We set those values and you know damn well they won't fluctuate."
Anais will try to respond, but Akarui will raise a hand. "That being said... I will have the noise complaints investigated and the general condition of the neighborhood therein given a thorough look. We can discuss the rest on another day. Will that suffice?"
Anais will pause for a moment. "... I suppose. But if I get one more noise complaint--"
"--I'll be the first to hear about it, yes. Just like the last seven. Now if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to with our local heroes. Or should I call them... 'Kings of Kings?'"
She will exit in a huff, and will glare at the entire party on the way out the door, giving an indignant HMPH. She will slam the door behind her, leaving Akarui alone with your group. Akarui sighs in frustration, rubbing the bridge of his beak. "My apologies for that one, she is always in some kind of mood when it comes to the Gated community. Thinks it should be some pristine living community."
She will turn away, and glare at your group on the way out the door, giving an indignant HMPH. She will slam the door behind her, leaving Akarui alone with your group. Akarui sighs in frustration, rubbing the bridge of his beak. "My apologies for that one, she is always in some kind of mood when it comes to the Gated community. Thinks it should be some pristine living community."
His gaze will immediately turn to Nash. "Now Nash, we've had this conversation before. You know you're supposed to announce anyone coming my way, even if it's just you, specifically for situations like this." You see Nash's ears droop a bit before Akarui continues, "However, your inadvertent interruption gave me the perfect excuse to get out of THAT meeting, so I'm going to let it go. This time." He will smirk a bit before continuing, "Just... don't let it happen again."
His gaze will immediately turn to Nash. "Now Nash, we've had this conversation before. You know you're supposed to announce anyone coming my way, even if it's just you, specifically for situations like this."
Nash will perk up a bit before heading out the door and closing it behind him with a sigh of relief. You hear a sharp YELP from behind the door, before Akarui grabs your attention. "On to business..."
You see Nash's ears droop a bit before Akarui continues, "However, your inadvertent interruption gave me the perfect excuse to get out of THAT meeting, so I'm going to let it go. This time."
He will smirk a bit before continuing, "Just... don't let it happen again."
Nash will smile a bit before heading out the door and closing it behind him with a sigh of relief. You hear a sharp YELP from behind the door, then silence.
Akarui grabs your attention. "On to business..."
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"I understand you signed up to be Thunder Force. Allow me to be the first to congratulate you on your acceptance. After all the contributions you and your team have made to this town already, it makes me proud to see you dedicate yourselves to the protection of the people. In fact, Commander Harken and I had a discussion regarding your first assignment."
(IF THEY HAVE NOT)
"I understand you are technically an unaligned team of 'vigilantes' for lack of a better term, and ordinarily that would be frowned upon legally, but you've proven to the public that you are here to help. The fact you haven't joined the Thunder Force is a curiosity to many, but I'm sure you have your reasons. Either way, I would like to ask you to work with them on a special assignment."
"I understand you are technically an unaligned team of 'vigilantes' for lack of a better term, but you've proven to the public that you are here to help. The fact you haven't joined the Thunder Force is a curiosity to many, but I'm sure you have your reasons. Either way, I would like to ask you to work with them on a special assignment."
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"A business in the ESSENTIALS district has requested extra security for an upcoming delivery. There is an important shipment coming in for a special project we need to keep safe."
"Harken will brief you on the mission at TFHQ." He will reach over and push the intercom button, asking Nash to escort your group out. A minute later, a disheveled Nash opens the door to let you out and walks down the hall with you, fixing his outfit as you all walk, laughing nervously and apologizing the whole way.
"Harken will brief you on the mission at TFHQ." He will reach over and push the intercom button, asking Nash to escort your group out. A minute later, a disheveled Nash opens the door to let you out.
His hair is a mess, his shirt is crumpled, and his pants pockets are inside out. He walks down the hall with you, fixing his outfit as you all walk, laughing nervously and apologizing the whole way.
IF THEY ASK WHAT IS WRONG
He stammers some before sighing with frustration. "Anais is very... easy to frustrate. She uh... demanded my assistance in cooling down."
IF THEY RETORT
"She just kinda... used me as a punching bag. I'll be fine, but I might need to visit the tailor on my way out." His eyes widen and he suddenly hides behind you all as you head out of the lobby, passing by a female postal worker delivering a package and blowing a bubblegum bubble.
He realizes what he said. "She just kinda... used me as a punching bag. I'll be fine, she doesn't hit THAT hard, but I might need to visit the tailor on my way out."
(CONTACTS ROLL) She looks like the same wolf girl that delivered the mail the other day.
His eyes widen and he suddenly hides behind you all as you head out of the lobby, passing by a brown wolf girl in a right lighter brown postal worker outfit. She is wearing sunglasses indoors, she is blowing a bubblegum bubble, and she is wearing a gold nametag that says COCO.
Once he is out of sight range, he will breathe a heavy sigh. "And SHE just scares me." Once you are out by the doors, you see him scurry to his car and take off out of the parking lot.
(CONTACTS ROLL) You don't really RECOGNIZE her, but you spotted her delivering mail in the past.
He doesn't try to stop, he just ushers you all forward to get out of the building before she sees him. Once he is out of sight range, he will breathe a heavy sigh. "And SHE just scares me." Once you are out by the doors, you see him scurry to his car and take off out of the parking lot.
AT THUNDER FORCE HEADQUARTERS
@ -70,20 +82,20 @@ Harken meets your group at the door and guides you directly into his office, loc
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"Your assignment will be to go to the Research and Development Lab in the Essentials district. We have a rather large shipment of steel, copper, aluminum, and brass coming in from the Red and Brown domains, for a special construction project. You simply need to guard it until the end of the day to ensure it is kept safe."
"Your assignment will be to go to the Research and Development Lab in the Essentials district. We have a rather large shipment of steel, copper, aluminum, and brass coming in from the Red and Brown demenses, for a special construction project. You simply need to guard it until the end of the day to ensure it is kept safe."
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*IF THEY ACCEPT*
"You are expected to arrive in one hour, work an eight hour shift of hourly building inspections one at a time, and otherwise are to stay inside with the containers until the end of your shift. They will be picked up and transported after. Afterwards, report back to me here. That is your mission for the day.
"You are expected to arrive in one hour, work an eight hour shift of hourly building inspections one at a time, and otherwise are to stay inside with the containers until the end of your shift. They will be picked up and transported after. Afterwards, report back to me here. That is your mission for the day."
*IF THEY ASK ABOUT PAY*
He will reach into his desk and lull out several small bags full of coins. "I had a small budget approved by King Akarui before we set this up, you will be paid the same as any Thunder Force agent starting out. 25z an hour, 8 hours of work, that entitles each of you to 200z, all paid upgront. AND, since you are with us, you are owed access to our special uniform selection. Feel free to pick some up on the way out."
He will reach into his desk and pull out several small bags full of coins. "I had a small budget approved by King Akarui before we set this up, you will be paid the same as any Thunder Force agent starting out. 25z an hour, 8 hours of work, that entitles each of you to 200z, all paid upfront. AND, since you are with us, you have access to our special uniform selection. Pick some up on the way out, free of charge."
"Dismissed!"
*IF THEY PARTAKE*
You are met by TF agent Binx the Cat, whom escorts you to the wardrobe area, with multiple tables full of gear to match all shapes and sizes.
You are met by agent Binx the Cat, whom escorts you to the wardrobe area, with multiple tables full of gear to match all shapes and sizes.
(IF THEY ASK) They don't really provide armor, since the magic everyone tends to use bypasses it anyways. It more is just a basic uniform.
@ -95,9 +107,9 @@ You are met by TF agent Binx the Cat, whom escorts you to the wardrobe area, wit
AT THE SITE
A chameleon man in a red dress shirt greets you at the door, his eyes flicking back and forth between all of you, and his nametag reading ELEAZAR. "Oh good good, you made it! Appreciate your time, Officers."
A chameleon man in a red dress shirt greets you at the door, his eyes flicking back and forth between all of you, his gold nametag reading ELEAZAR. "Oh good good, you made it! Appreciate your time, Officers."
"Your station is this desk, the fenced in area is your patrol circle, and there is coffee & doughnuts if you are hungry."
"Your station is this desk, the fenced in area is your patrol circle, and I assume you brought your own food, but there is free coffee & doughnuts in the break room."
Right on cue, a vehicle suddenly backs in to the facility, and a group of four muscled oxen men unload ten wooden crates, each one emblazoned with a burn mark in the shape of a hand.
@ -110,10 +122,14 @@ When he sees you, he LITERALLY jumps three feet in the air screaming "OH FUCK" a
"Jeez, didn't expect YOU guys to be here... wait, are you the security detail for the shipment?"
*IF THEY CONFIRM*
"AWESOME! This is so perfect! I don't care what anyone says, Akarui is AWESOME!!!" He realizes he is acting a fool and straightens himself out. "Sorry, I uh... may or may not have overheard about that "mole" situation, and since you didn't show up until AFTER that started, I gotta assume it's not you guys."
"AWESOME! This is so perfect! I don't care what anyone says, Akarui is AWESOME!!!"
He realizes he is acting a fool and straightens himself out. "Sorry, I uh... may or may not have overheard about that 'mole' situation, and since you didn't show up until AFTER that started, I gotta assume it's not you guys."
*HOW DOES HE KNOW*
He is a little taken aback by the third degree. "Those intercoms we use are kinda junky, so I hear alot of those private meetings without meaning to. Among other things..." He will lean in and whisper to your group, "...Apparently the King is trying to supplement his height with platform shoes on the sly..."
He is a little taken aback by the third degree. "Those intercoms we use are kinda junky, so I hear alot of those private meetings without meaning to. Among other things..."
He will lean in and whisper to your group, "...Apparently the King is trying to supplement his height with platform shoes on the sly..."
*ASK WHAT HE IS DOING THERE*
"Oh, uh, right... so this is kind of a secret, but you know how we got those hydroelectric generators giving Diadem power, right? Well, my dad was an engineer here. He helped create the hole through the Diadem floor like 20 years ago, and he had a dream we MIGHT be able to use that to escape from this place."
@ -136,7 +152,7 @@ The shift goes pretty much without issue, and around 5:30pm, you see an all new
One of them will suddenly pull out a gun, aiming it right at (Player who beat roll)'s forehead. All eleven of the others will run in, going for the boxes.
*IF CHALLENGE*
They will hear a familiar voice shout DONT EVEN TRY IT! They will turn to see LUCKY with the chameleon in his arms, a gold dagger against his throat. YOU TAKE ANOTHER STEP, YOUR FRIEND IS DEAD.
They will hear a familiar voice shout DONT EVEN TRY IT! They will turn to see LUCKY the ram with the chameleon in his arms, a gold dagger against his throat. YOU TAKE ANOTHER STEP, YOUR FRIEND IS DEAD.
*IF THEY RESIST*
A familiar scent of burning ozone will appear behind (player), a gun pressed against (PLAYER's) back. "Braver than I expected. Unfortunate."
@ -147,17 +163,22 @@ The rest of the party sees someone new behind you, a man of authority and statur
The person will counter, pinning that player to the ground with lightning speed. He will quickly turn to the others and shout "HURRY UP!"
*IF ANYONE ATTACKS HIM*
He will manage to dodge his way out, but not completely. The attack will catch the front of his helmet, cracking it open to reveal his face for a quick moment.
He will manage to dodge, but not completely. The attack will catch the front of his helmet, cracking it open to reveal part of his face for a quick moment.
(NOTICE ROLL) The inside is dark, but you see dark fur, possibly brown or black, and you see a deep brown eye with a small rounded scar under it.
(NOTICE ROLL) You see dark fur, possibly brown or black, and you see a deep brown eye with a small rounded scar under it.
He will cover his face quickly, then speed to the truck, the Marauders finished getting the crates inside before taking off in a hurry. However, they have left LUCKY behind, still holding the chameleon hostage.
"... they just left me..." He suddenly lowers himself onto his knees, staring at the place the truck used to be. "I did everything they asked... I escaped prison three times... and they STILL left me behind..." He finally releases the chameleon and the knife, just staring at the floor.
"... they just left me..." He suddenly lowers himself onto his knees, staring at the place the truck used to be.
"I did everything they asked... I escaped prison three times... and they STILL left me behind..." He finally releases the chameleon and the knife, just staring at the floor.
*IF THEY SAY ANYTHING*
"He promised he... he was gonna get me out... and he just left me behind... again..."
*THE GUY IN THE OUTFIT*
"NOT ACE, HIS BOSS! OUR BOSS! EVERYONE'S BOSS!" He slams his fists in the ground in frustration. "HE PROMISED ME MY FREEDOM!!!"
*WHO IS HE*
He will look up to your group, a tear in his eye. "The Crooked King."
@ -173,22 +194,21 @@ IF THEY OBJECT
He will pull out a folder, slap it on the table, and pull out a document with information scrawled all over. "We now know there is a genuine hierarchical structure in the Marauders. What we thought were random acts of thuggery were coordinated and strategic from the start."
"Add to that we now have confirmation of an active general, the man with the A on the helmet. We don't know his name, but we have dealt with him in the past. He uses lightning magic to move same as we do, so it is safe to assume he is also the mole. Which would explain how he knew about the shipment. But the issue comes in with this... Crooked King."
"Add to that we now have confirmation of an active general, the man with the A on the helmet. ACE, as Lucky calls him. We have dealt with him in the past. He uses lightning magic to move same as we do, so it is safe to assume he is also the mole. Which would explain how he knew about the shipment. But the issue comes in with this... Crooked King."
"Noone within their organization knows who he is, but he is the mastermind behind the Marauders. He picks whom to recruit & when, supplies the coin for their weapons, coordinates every attack, and supplies them with THESE." He places the gold dagger LUCKY had on the table inside a glass box.
"Noone within their organization knows who he is, but he is the mastermind behind the Marauders. He picks whom to recruit & when, supplies the coin for their weapons, coordinates every attack, and supplies them with THESE." He places the gold dagger LUCKY had on the table inside a plastic bag.
"This is career defining evidence. If it were anyone else, you would have a fucking parade in your honor. But due to these... unfortunate circumstances, the public will choose to ignore those positives, as will the media. They will expect some form of punishment for your 'failure' to protect the shipment."
IF THEY ARE NOT TF
"Worst of all, given you were wearing our uniforms, they will assume you are with us, which doubly complicates the matter."
"As third commander, I have to take some form of action. Firing you would be too harsh, and a slap on the wrist would be too easy."
"As third commander, I have to take some form of action. 'Firing' you would be too harsh, and a slap on the wrist would be too easy."
He grabs a handful of papers, quickly scribbles some information down, turns them around, and passes them to your group. "This is a form stating you are being taken off active duty and placed on two weeks paid leave, effective immediately."
IF THEY INTERRUPT, STATE THE FOLLOWING LOUDLY
"During this time, all activities you do, including but not limited to any & all criminal syndicate altercations, cannot and will not be associated directly with the Thunder Force. They will instead be seen as the activities of a group of rogue REGALIA HUNTERS working to save the people of Diadem from their imprisoned fate, no different than those that attempted before."
*IF THEY INTERRUPT*
"During this time, all activities, including but not limited to any & all criminal syndicate altercations, cannot and will not be associated directly with the Thunder Force. They will instead be seen as the activities of a group of rogue REGALIA HUNTERS working to save the people of Diadem from their imprisoned fate, no different than those that attempted before."
"And if, within those fourteen days, you manage to gather them all and free the people, well... I doubt anyone would care about this debacle anymore, and you may even become... heroes again. But THAT is information I, and the Thunder Force, cannot and will not be responsible for OR associated with during your two week paid leave." He gives you something of a sly smile.
@ -278,4 +298,4 @@ I just... I waited so long, ya know? To get the approval, then when the supplies
(NOTICE ROLL) Through the nearby window, you can see him slowly shuffle his way back to the pile of pillows and flop into them face first.
(INVESTIGATE ROLL)
On the way to the gate, you can see a house in the distance vaguely matching the direction Nash pointed out with several stacks of metal sitting in front of the hole. Each one is covered by a fabric tarp of some kind, and the hole in the ground is easily twice as big as the van you've seen.
On the way to the gate, you can see a house in the distance vaguely matching the direction Nash pointed out with several stacks of metal sitting in front of the hole. Each one is covered by a fabric tarp of some kind, and the hole in the ground is easily twice as big as the vehicle he drives.

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@ -2,7 +2,7 @@ THIS IS TO BE TOLD ONCE THEY HAVE EARNED THEIR SIXTH REGALIA
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For the first time, there will be mail waiting for you. There is a letter addressed "Kings of Kings, 722 (Fave DM last name) Avenue."
For the first time, there will be actual mail waiting for you. There is a letter addressed "Kings of Kings, 722 (Fave DM last name) Avenue."
*OPEN IT*
There is a small snippet of a map pointing out a specific location in the Essentials district stating "today, 5pm, burn this" in some scrawl of red ink.
@ -10,12 +10,12 @@ There is a small snippet of a map pointing out a specific location in the Essent
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AT THE LOCATION
The place indicated on the map turns out to be the local post office, but everything appears to be shutting down for the evening. Workers are starting to pour out in droves, all of them laughing and groaning in varying degrees. The OPEN sign on the front of the building will flip to close right before you show up.
The place indicated on the map turns out to be the local post office, but everything appears to be shutting down for the evening. Workers are starting to pour out in droves, all of them laughing and groaning in varying degrees. The OPEN sign on the front of the building will flip to CLOSED right before you show up.
THE SECOND ANYONE COMPLAINS
An explosion will occur right behind your group. The post office warehouse right across the street from the building is now a pile of rubble, a literal fleet of Marauders pouring out and carrying what looks like wooden shipping crates.
Out of the smoke comes a new individual, wearing an outfit of mostly black with gold sleeves from the elbows and knees down, and a mid length gold cape accented by gold shoulderplates holding it in place, wearing a helmet with a crown emblem on the front. It essentially looks like a modified motorcycle outfit, helmet and all. He tightens his gloves a bit, turning to see your group. "Well this is a surprise, the Kings of Kings came to greet us at our latest acquisition."
Out of the smoke comes a new individual, wearing an outfit of mostly black with gold sleeves from the elbows and knees down, and a mid length gold cape accented by gold shoulderplates holding it in place, wearing an elongated motorcycle helmet with a crown emblem on the front. He tightens his gloves a bit, turning to see your group. "Well this is a surprise, the Kings of Kings came to greet us at our latest acquisition."
AT ANY REMARK
"Riiight... so I literally have anything better to do than play with you, so I'm just going to... yeah..." He will attempt to walk away.
@ -23,11 +23,11 @@ AT ANY REMARK
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WHEN CHALLENGED
A golden circle comes out from under the feet of the challenger AND the man before you, overlapping to form one. He just shakes his head slowly, pulling out a gold sword from his waist, aiming the tip at your group. "Your CHALLENGE is... DENIED."
A golden circle radiates out from under the feet of the challenger AND the man before you, overlapping to form one. He just shakes his head slowly, pulling out a gold sword from his waist, aiming the tip at your group. "Your CHALLENGE is... DENIED."
He then turns around, swoops his arm downward, and cuts through the circle's boundary with a swooping slash, causing it to pause in place, flickering and flashing for a moment before completely shattering around you like glass. He finishes his wide swing and faces your group again, aiming the tip in your direction again. "HOO... that was better than SEX."
He then turns around, swings his arm downward, and cuts through the circle's boundary with a swooping slash, causing it to pause in place, flickering and flashing for a moment before completely shattering around you like glass. He finishes his wide swing and faces your group again, aiming the tip in your direction again.
"Niiice, right? I call it the Crooked Cutlass. See, this little beauty fucks with those fancy gold magic circles in any way I like. I just have to get REALLY REALLY pissed off. And right now, standing before the group of ASSHOLES that are interfering with my plans makes that so goddamn easy."
"Niiice, right? I call it the Crooked Cutlass. See, this little beauty fucks with those fancy gold magic circles made by your Regalia. I just have to get REALLY REALLY pissed off. And right now, standing before the ASSHOLES that are interfering with my plans makes that so goddamn easy."
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@ -79,16 +79,16 @@ K: Your attitude and wit simply brightens my day every time I hear it.
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WHAT IS YOUR GOAL
"It's simple. I'm leaving." He pulls out a golden revolver and pulls back the hammer. "I found out this place's grand secret. I know all about the Diadem, the purpose of the Domain Masters, and the pot of gold supposedly at the end of the rainbow. And surprise surprise, it just might be a crock of shit."
King steps forward. "It's simple. I'm leaving." He pulls out a golden revolver in his left hand and pulls back the hammer. "I found out this place's grand secret. I know all about the Diadem, the purpose of the demense Masters, and the pot of gold supposedly at the end of the rainbow. And surprise surprise, it just might be a crock of shit."
"So I plan to take myself and my most loyal employees here off this island first chance I get. And just because I can, I'm gonna make a pitstop to every Domain Master, plant a round between their eyes, and tell them to 'kiss my ass' on the way out the door." You all hear a sudden click, before everyone turns to see Joker holding an elemental potion grenade.
"So I plan to take myself and my most loyal employees here off this island first chance I get. And just because I can, I'm gonna make a pitstop to every demense Master, plant a round between their eyes, and tell them to 'kiss my ass' on the way out the door." You all hear a sudden click, before everyone turns to see Joker holding an elemental potion grenade.
"Alright... that's all I needed to hear. Deal's off, chump." She suddenly drops the grenade in front of the enemy group, before disappearing right before everyone's eyes.
King suddenly screams KILL THEM!!! before the potion hits the ground, coating everyone on his team in a splash of black magic, acting as a smokescreen. In that one brief moment, you see Joker reappear in front of your group, tells you to follow her, and takes off down the nearest alley.
*IF THEY FOLLOW*
She takes off running down a few alleyways until you reach the Residential district, grabbing the door on a seemingly random house, and opening it for you. She urges you to follow her downstairs into the basement, slamming the door and barring it shut.
She runs down a few alleyways until you reach the Residential district, grabbing the door on a seemingly random house, and opening it for you. She urges you to follow her downstairs into the basement, slamming the door and barring it shut.
The room is very minimal, furnished with couches, beds, a table covered in coin & small bladed weapons, a coat rack with a green bow hanging from it, a small fridge, and a very minimal bathroom, but not much else.
@ -96,14 +96,14 @@ She sighs heavily and flops onto the couch, looking up to you. "Not gonna lie, t
She quickly removes her helmet, revealing a matting down of dark hair and fur. She quickly shakes the sweat out and reveals her hair fully, revealing herself to be the same dark furred wolf girl that delivered your mail AND that package to the Capitol.
But when she opens her eyes, you see they are a blatantly pure red. "Alright... let's talk."
But when she opens her eyes, you see they are a blatantly pure red. Crimson, one might say. "Alright... let's talk."
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*WHAT HAPPENED*
"The Marauders hit me with ether or something, I don't remember. But when I woke up, I was in some underground building. Surrounded by fuckheads. Made them regret that decision. Lasted about six days with no food or water, until HE finally paid me a visit."
"He made me a deal. I work for him, he leaves my dad's domain alone. I agreed, with the condition if he made even the SLIGHTEST hint of a push against Dorrin, his ass would be grass. Been working with him ever since."
"He made me a deal. I work for him, he leaves my dad's demense alone. I agreed, with the condition if he made even the SLIGHTEST hint of a push against Dorrin, his ass would be grass. Been working with him ever since."
"Had to start wearing this nasty ass fur dye to walk around, but it doesn't last very long. Added bonus, disguises my scent, and cheap shades hide the eyes. Sun's Always Shining In Diadem or some shit."
@ -114,11 +114,11 @@ She cracks open an energy drink and slurps it, shaking a bit in her seat as it h
"He calls us the FACES, and let us each kinda sorta have shadow control of each of the four Districts. I got the Essentials district, let him look at any changes or developments happening that he could find useful for his master plan."
"Queen was named the 'Lieutenant of the Gated District.' Let him have an in-depth look as to where everyone of "higher value" lived that might be an asset or an issue down the road."
"Queen was given the Gated District. Let him have an in-depth look as to where everyone of "higher value" lived that might be an asset or an issue down the road."
"Jack's the 'Lieutenant of the Business District.' He outfitted the entire organization with weapons and shields and shit."
"Jack's got the Business District. He outfitted the entire organization with weapons and shields and shit."
"Ace was named the 'Lieutenant of the Residential District,' started fucking with the calls made and received so the Thunder Force couldn't make it in time to certain Marauder incidents."
"Ace has the Residential District, he started fucking with the calls made and received so the Thunder Force couldn't make it in time to certain Marauder incidents."
(CONTACTS ROLL) You recall Akarui and Harken mentioning a mole in the Thunder Force fudging calls and information regarding calls made.
@ -140,12 +140,12 @@ She cracks open an energy drink and slurps it, shaking a bit in her seat as it h
"The Crooked King is gonna be the biggest issue. Those gold weapons are normally easy to break, but the two he uses are reinforced. Challenging him is worthless, his sword can eat magic, and we have never seen him in an actual fight, so we have no combat strategy. BUT... I have a theory that without the gold weapons, he is an absolute pussy. Otherwise he wouldn't obsess over them so much."
"Good news is, I know they won't come after you at your place, or they would out themselves as either really desperate or openly admit you are a threat. And as marauders, that would be a BAD image. So long as he needs them, he'll keep them in his little hidey hole, wherever it is."
"Good news is, I know they won't come after you at your place, or they would out themselves as either really desperate or openly admit you are a threat. And as marauders, that would be a BAD image."
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(CONTACTS ROLL)
You suddenly recall someone mentioning something about a missing bow from the GREEN domain.
You suddenly recall someone mentioning something about a missing bow from the GREEN demense.
*IF THEY MENTION IT*
"Oh that? Had to steal it to prove myself to the fucker in charge. Don't need it anymore, you can return it."
"Oh that? Had to steal it to prove myself to the fucker in charge. Don't need it anymore, you can take it."

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@ -15,7 +15,10 @@ You can see the remnants of a massive fireball and a smoke trail coming from the
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*AT THE CAPITOL*
The center Capitol building has a massive burning hole in the backside of it, and the ground is littered with flaming debris & paper. Noone appears to be hurt severely, but a few people have some scratches and burns. But you don't see Vivid anywhere.
The center Capitol building has a massive burning hole in the backside of it, and the ground is littered with flaming debris & paper. Noone appears to be hurt severely, but a few people have some scratches and burns. You don't see Vivid anywhere.
*INVESTIGATE ROLL*
You eventually spot her pale furred tail sticking out of a pile of debris.
*RESOURCES OR PHYSIQUE ROLL*
You eventually dig her out from the debris, and she looks VERY badly banged up. Her fur is singed and her skin is scratched all to hell, but she IS alive. She shakily manages to stand up, sees the damage to the building, and punches a nearby piece of wall, causing it to crumble.
@ -27,7 +30,7 @@ You eventually dig her out from the debris, and she looks VERY badly banged up.
She will slowly try to take a couple steps, but she will only get a few feet before she flops on her knees. You hear a blaring horn sound and see a pair of boxy vehicles pull up, one red and one white.
Within seconds, you see a fleet of firefighters run out and start blasting the exploded office with bursts of magic water, while a fleet of white coated & uniformed men & women all set up special tents, and start helping various people inside to treat any injuries. Two of them pull up a stretcher and carefully roll Vivid onto it, immediately running her into a tent.
Within seconds, you see a fleet of firefighters run out and start blasting the exploded office with water spells, while a fleet of white coated & uniformed men & women all set up special tents, and start helping various people inside to treat any injuries. Two of them pull up a stretcher and carefully roll Vivid onto it, immediately running her into a tent.
*INSIDE THE TENT*
You watch as a VERY tall elephant woman in a white nurse outfit casts violet colored magic on Vivid, her scratches and burnt fur slowly starting to undo and heal. You see the pained look on her face slowly let up as she turns to your group. "I figured out the next step of their plan, they're trying to incite a riot from the people, led by the Marauders."
@ -37,7 +40,7 @@ She slowly sits upright. "They're gonna blow up the hydroelectric plant and cut
*WHERE IS HE*
"They invaded a home in the Gated district, turned it into their new base. They kidnapped that Nash guy, I spotted him tied up. And they had a huge sack next to him, figured they got Akarui in there. Came here to confirm, set off some kind of bomb."
You see in the distance of the Gated Community some trails of smoke in a semi-formal line.
You see in the distance of the Gated Community some trails of smoke in a semi-formal line. They are basically signaling where they are.
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@ -105,7 +108,7 @@ Once everyone is back to work at the closet door, the bedroom door is slammed sh
The smoke is starting to roll in, but the room is pretty simple. Bed, dresser, chest of drawers, cabinet, closet, window, walls, barricaded door.
ONCE THEY ESCAPE
You all land around the back side of the house, you see the entire building is slowly catching fire, starting from the room you were all in and working its way down. You suddenly hear a loud bellowing in the front yard, from a male voice.
You all land around the back side of the house, you see the entire building is slowly catching fire, starting from the room you were all in and working its way down. You suddenly hear a loud wailing in the front yard, from a male voice.
In the front yard, you see the Crooked King standing in front of the burning house, cradling Queen in his arms. "You people couldn't just curl up and die, could you? It would have made my job SO MUCH DAMN EASIER."
@ -119,13 +122,13 @@ Ace is visibly disturbed by what he saw. "King, that is enough! She's right, the
King turns to them. "Oh no, everything went exactly as planned. Everyone thinks Akarui is dead. Noone is running Diadem now. Which means..."
Ace responds after a moment. "You cannot be serious."
Ace responds. "You cannot be serious."
King laughs a bit. "Oh I am very serious." He walks over to ACE and leans in real close. "We all know what happens to a kingdom without a competent leader."
Even JACK is shocked at this revalation. "You mean we did all of this JUST so YOU could actually be the KING?"
KING shrugs a bit. "Only for a short while. The King's throne, as ot were, is the second to last step of my plan."
KING shrugs a bit. "Only for a short while. The King's throne, as it were, is the second to last step of my plan."
He will turn to your group, both gold weapons in hand. "That only leaves my competition, the so-called Kings of Kings. ANY of you could be the next King of Diadem, if you so desired, and the people would back any one of you 100%. And I can't have that."
@ -143,7 +146,7 @@ QUEEN suddenly shrieks "WHAT THE FUCK," pointing at Nash in disbelief. "YOU?! HO
JACK is tilting his head a bit. "Damn, I lost that bet. Thought for sure it was Akarui on stilts or something. Only way he had that kind of money."
QUEEN is furious. "THIS DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE! YOU KNEW WHO I WAS UNDER THE HELMET, AND YOU STILL LET ME BEAT YOU UP ALMOST EVERY TIME I SAW YOU?!"
QUEEN is furious. "THIS DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE! YOU KNEW WHO I WAS UNDER THE HELMET, AND YOU STILL LET ME BEAT YOU UP ALMOST EVERY TIME I SAW YOU?!"
NASH just rolls his eyes. "Please, your never hit me THAT hard. Besides, if you knew, you wouldn't have followed me."
@ -157,9 +160,13 @@ ACE pulls his off, revealing himself as Harken. "I assume you didn't intend to f
Jerras and Anais turn to him. "HARKEN?!"
JOKER is laughing her ass off in the grass. "This is the best day of my life!" She sits up and yanks her own helmet off, revealing herself to them. "The leaders of the infamous and terrifying Marauders are the second in command of the country, the third in command of the Thunder Force, the weapons dealer, and the Wicked Bitch of the HOA! You are dysfunctional as FUCK!"
JOKER is laughing her ass off in the grass. "This is the best day of my life!" She sits up and yanks her own helmet off, revealing herself to them.
You hear a gunshot and see a smoking hole right beside Vivid's head, which shuts her right up. And an identical trail of smoke from Nash's gun. "For the record... I missed on purpose." He will pause and pick himself up a little. "Also for the record, I DID plan to give you all exactly what you asked for, as an end result to my plan."
"The leaders of the infamous and terrifying Marauders are the second in command of the country, the third in command of the Thunder Force, the weapons dealer, and the Wicked Bitch of the HOA! You are dysfunctional as FUCK!"
You hear a gunshot and see a smoking hole right beside Vivid's head, which shuts her right up. And an identical trail of smoke from Nash's gun. "For the record... I missed on purpose."
He will pause and pick himself up a little. "Also for the record, I DID plan to give you all exactly what you asked for, as an end result to my plan."
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@ -171,76 +178,86 @@ You hear a gunshot and see a smoking hole right beside Vivid's head, which shuts
I told you my father was an immigrant and an engineer. Built the drills that dug the hole down through Diadem currently being used for the hydroelectric generators. And I told you the drill exploded and killed my parents.
What I DIDN'T tell you was the drill didn't explode on its own, it exploded because it came in contact with this fancy golden magic metal. It runs through the entire underside of the island. And as I learned, it gets volatile when it's hit hard enough.
What I DIDN'T tell you was the drill didn't explode on its own. It exploded because it came in contact with this fancy golden magic metal. It runs through the entire underside of the island. And as I learned, it gets volatile when it's hit hard enough.
That explosion killed my parents, and scattered huge chunks of it all over the place. Once I regained my sense of thought from watching my parents die, I decided to collect the metal and look into why it was there in the first place.
I spent eighteen years educating myself and job hopping until I would up as the King's aide, while ALSO using the resources from the college and grand library to figure out what the gold metal was. And I couldn't find SHIT.
I spent eighteen years educating myself and job hopping until I wound up as the King's aide, while ALSO using the resources from the college and grand library to figure out what the gold metal was. And I couldn't find SHIT.
I "did" find some super obscure wordings and religious text about someone named Zeroth. Supposedly, HE built this place, something about elevating mortals to a higher plane of existence. Didn't make an ounce of sense.
But, I "did" find some super obscure wordings and religious text about someone named Zeroth. Supposedly, HE built this place, something about elevating mortals to a higher plane of existence. Figured it was just the ramblings of some overly religious whacknut from the days of yore.
But ya know, eighteen years of fruitless efforts is a long time to focus on such an outlier project, and I almost moved on with my life. Decided to continue my dad's project.
But ya know, eighteen years of fruitless efforts is a long time to focus on such an outlier project, and I almost moved on with my life. In fact, I decided to continue my dad's project.
I proposed the submarine plan to Akarui, poured my heart and soul into the project. He said he would consider it. Waited a week. Then two, a month, three months, nothing. It felt like I watched my parents die all over again.
In a fit of depression and rage, I decided I wanted revenge. I took a bag of that gold metal to the Volcano domain Forge, wanted to make a poetic weapon out of it and uh.. "hand deliver it" to the king.
In a fit of depression and rage, I decided I wanted revenge. I took a bag of that gold metal to the Volcano demense Forge, wanted to make a poetic weapon out of it and uh.. "hand deliver it" to the king.
Bad news, it can't be melted down like normal metal. Good news, it could be bent, sharpened, and whittled. But it was delicate, couldn't take more than a couple hits. And as we already discovered, can be volatile in larger amounts.
But the edge itself? Sharper than any blade and packs a HELL of a punch. The first shitty one I ever made accidentally cut through an anvil. AN ANVIL. I also found out 'by accident' that it eats magic to make gold dust, which is so much fun.
I spent six months experimenting with new and improved versions, slowly learning to bend and shape it into different blades, and even tubes for guns. The tiny pieces I couldn't use for THAT went into those fancy magic shields, made a killing on the side for those and funded my whole operation on it alone.
I spent six months experimenting with new and improved versions, slowly learning to bend and shape it into different blades, and even tubes for guns. The tiny pieces I couldn't use for THAT went into those fancy magic shields, made a killing selling those through Jerras.
I took my largest piece and poured my heart & soul into making THIS Cutlass. It cut so cleanly, glided so smoothly... But even with that, it needed a handle that was just as glorious as the rest of it. I couldn't go around carrying a magic blade with a handkerchief.
Now I couldn't be seen carrying this around, so I grabbed my dad's old biker gear and went to the dark domain in disguise. People didn't go there at night, figured I could harvest some wood for a handle. And apparently Cassius is fucking psychic, because he came out of nowhere and scared me shitless.
Now I couldn't be seen carrying this around, so I grabbed my dad's old biker gear and went to the black demense in disguise. People didn't go there at night, figured I could harvest some wood for a handle. And apparently Cassius is fucking psychic, because he came out of nowhere and scared me shitless.
Words were exchanged, I fumbled a bit and called myself the Crooked King, and kinda ran with it. Decided to challenge him and see what my weapons could really do, even without proper handles.
Lodged a gold bullet in his summon's brain and made it go ballistic, put a hole in his chest, cut off his arm, blinded him with the gold dust, I basically kicked his ass. I still don't know how he hid his Regalia, but I got pissed and started screaming things I was... VERY grateful noone else was around to hear.
At one point I got so mad, I kicked him through an unbreakable magic barrier, or so I thought. I didn't realize until after that the SWORD was GLOWING, and it... changed the rules so things COULD through the barrier, but only one way. I... decided to NOT press my luck and ran off with the wood.
At one point I got so mad, I kicked him through the supposedly unbreakable magic barrier, or so I thought. I didn't realize until after that the SWORD was GLOWING, and it... changed the rules so things COULD go through the barrier, but only one way. I... decided to NOT press my luck and ran off with the wood.
I got home and.. I.. had a mental breakdown. I kept replaying everything that happened in my head over and over, and none of it made sense independently. Once I calmed down, I noticed a strange pattern on everything I hadn't before.
I got home and... I... had a mental breakdown. I kept replaying everything that happened in my head over and over, and none of it made sense independently. Once I calmed down, I noticed a strange pattern on everything I hadn't before.
Gold magic metal in Diadem, gold magic barrier around Diadem, gold magic barrier circles, domain masters and their regalia with bits and pieces of gold on them... it's all connected. Everything here shares a common magic source.
Gold magic metal in Diadem, gold magic barrier around Diadem, gold magic barrier circles, demense masters and their regalia with bits and pieces of gold on them... it's all connected. Everything here shares a common magic source.
And then it hit me. If this is all from the same magical source, then everything about this place must be made by the same person. Which had to be Zeroth, who is... I don't know, GOD or something. And then it clicked.
He made this island, put people on it, lined it with magic eating metal, has them fight his twelve henchmen for a few trinkets of God power, and once all twelve of them are collected and gathered in the center of town, you call for big daddy Zeroth, and SUPPOSEDLY GOD HIMSELF IS SUPPOSED TO COME DOWN and reward them with freedom and some fetters of mention of a god tier prize that FIVE HUNDRED YEARS WORTH OF TEXT CAN'T SEEM TO GIVE A STRAIGHT ANSWER ABOUT?!
THIS IS ALL JUST SOME STUPID GAME! This stuff is the cardboard walls of this magical rat maze, and we're the lab rats! The domain masters are glorified referees and their Regalia are promotional incentives!
THIS IS ALL JUST SOME STUPID GAME! This stuff is the cardboard walls of this magical rat maze, and we're the lab rats! The demense masters are glorified referees and their Regalia are promotional incentives!
The wish, the freedom, the power, whatever prize that was offered was just the fucking piece of cheese at the end of it all! Which means my parents died to escape some FUCKING COSMIC SCIENCE EXPERIMENT!
Well when I figured that out, I decided I had enough of being a specimen to some asshole celestial scientist or WHATEVER the fuck Zeroth is, and I started plotting my escape.
First I had to destroy all the knowledge I had up to that point, including the books in the library. If I could figure this out, someone else could too, and I couldn't risk anyone stopping me.
First I had to destroy all the knowledge I had up to that point, including the books in the library and bookstore. If I could figure this out, someone else could too, and I couldn't risk anyone stopping me.
Then I started the Marauders, a band of Freedom Fighters sick of being stuck in Diadem, whose sole mission was to distract King Akarui by inflicting directed attacks on certain strategic locations. But I'd keep the mortality casualties to a minimum because I AM NOT A MONSTER. Mostly just irritating property damage, unless a point needed to be made.
Then I started the Marauders, a band of Freedom Fighters sick of being stuck in Diadem, whose sole mission was to distract King Akarui by inflicting directed attacks on certain strategic locations AND funded by my magic shield profits.
Once I got enough good strong people, I would give them higher rankings, and the lesser quality gold weapons as proof of their higher role. THOSE would go off and fight the Domain Masters, both to test the weapons against them and to generate even more civil unrest.
But I'd keep the mortality casualties to a minimum because I AM NOT A MONSTER. Mostly just irritating property damage, unless a point needed to be made.
I would have them distracting Domain Masters, drawing the eye of the Thunder Force, and pissing off King Akarui. They'd cause so much chaos, the people would become unsettled!
Once I got enough good strong people, I would give them higher rankings, and the lesser quality gold weapons as proof of their higher role. I'd send THEM to fight the demense Masters, both to test the weapons against them and to generate even more attention to the Marauders.
It would promote the idea that MAYBE someone really SHOULD try focusing on getting us out of here sooner, without relying on some mythical playthings all being in one place at the same time that, AFTER 500 YEARS, noone seemed able to do.
Between the distracted demense Masters, the Thunder Force being overloaded, and King Akarui getting overworked, the people would become unsettled!
It would promote the idea that MAYBE someone really SHOULD try focusing on getting us out of here sooner, without relying on some mystical playthings all being in one place at the same time. Of which, by the way, AFTER 500 YEARS, noone seemed able to do.
And guess what? MY PLAN WORKED. My escape plan submarine proposal FINALLY got approved! Supplies were coming in, the escape vessel was underway! Once it was done, the Crooked King would magically disappear, the generators in the hole would be shut down, we would send a crew of people, and we would have earned our freedom!
And then, at the WORST possible time, YOU SHOWED UP. You started giving these people HOPE that their fate could be solved by your quirky can-do attitudes and following the legend's rules. AND to make matters worse, you were competent at collecting Regalia. And as a result, faith in MY submarine idea plummeted."
And then, at the WORST possible time, YOU SHOWED UP. You started giving these people HOPE that their fate could be solved by your quirky can-do attitudes and following the legend's rules. AND to make matters worse, you were competent at collecting Regalia. And as a result, faith in MY submarine idea plummeted.
"So I changed it up a little, decided to kidnap King Bird Boy and hold him somewhere, fake his death, and take over as active leader. As the king's most trusted aide, I would fill the void until we got out of here. All that was left was to destroy any... competition."
So I changed it up a little, decided to kidnap King Bird Boy and hold him somewhere, fake his death, and take over as active leader. As the king's most trusted aide, I would fill the void until we got out of here. All that was left was to destroy any... competition.
"So yes, by getting us out of here the easy way, the people WOULD be freed, HARKEN. They wouldn't need any of their own currency anymore and could be collected on the way out, JERRAS. And as the acting King, I would be able to leave YOU in charge, ANAIS. Everything would've been wrapped up in a nice little bow, everyone would have been happy."
He stares at Harken. "By getting us out of here the easy way, the people would be freed."
He turns to Jerras. "They wouldn't need any of their own currency anymore and could be collected on the way out."
He turns to Anais. "And as the acting King, I'd leave you in charge after I left."
"Everything would've been wrapped up in a nice little bow, everyone would have been happy."
Vivid glares at him. "And what about me?"
Nash stares back for a second. "Oh you mean about the-- no, it was a heat of the moment thing, I just wanted to sound menacing."
Nash stares back for a second. "Oh I fully intended to MURDER every demense Master. But I decided to call that pre-emptive hit I called on Dorrin my one attempt and leave him alone. I keep my promises, no matter what."
"And that officially brings us back to the here and now, where I kill each and every one of you FUCKERS calling yourselves Kings of Kings. The last roadblock in the way to my freedom."
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*IF THEY ASK ABOUT AZAR*
"Okay to be fair, THAT was an accident. I heard a rumor about some dragon out in the Violet Domain, and had to see it for myself. I followed the purple one when he went out into the middle of nowhere to feed the thing.
"Okay to be fair, THAT was an accident. I heard a rumor about some dragon out in the Violet demense, and had to see it for myself. I followed the purple one when he went out into the middle of nowhere to feed the thing.
When it went out for a flight, I tried grabbing some dragon scales to see if they could make a more comfy handle, and that thing dropped out of the sky and scared the shit out of me.
@ -256,7 +273,7 @@ I took a swing in self defense, you can hardly blame ME for that one. It was LIT
*IF NOONE PROPOSES ANYTHING*
All four of the faces stare at Nash for a few seconds in silence, then look at each other. Jerras is the first one to speak up. "You really expect us to believe you intended to do all of that...?"
"I don't EXPECT anything. That is the fucking truth, plain and simple." He pulls out a large HP potion and chugs it rapid quick, wiping the blood from his lip after. "And I've come too far to stop now."
"I don't EXPECT anything. That is the fucking truth, plain and simple." He pulls out a large HP potion and chugs it quick, wiping the blood from his lip after. "And I've come too far to stop now."
Harken speaks up finally. "You are going to kill yourself, you realize that right?"
@ -280,9 +297,11 @@ ROLL FOR JERRAS
*DOES JOIN*
"Well you can count me in. I make it a habit to see every business deal through to the end." He marches himself over to Nash's side, hefting his hammer on his shoulder.
Vivid rolls her eyes and groans. "Fuuuck, this is such bullshit..!" She picks herself up and walks to your group, pulling out her sword. "Harken, you and I are gonna have words after all of this. But I know HE gave you the order to shoot my dad, so I'm gonna kick his ass TWICE as hard for the BOTH of you."
Vivid rolls her eyes and groans. "Fuuuck, this is such bullshit..!" She picks herself up and walks to your group, pulling out her sword.
REDO FIGHT WITH FULL HEALTH ENEMIES
"Harken, you and I are gonna have words after all of this. But I know HE gave you the order to shoot my dad, so I'm gonna kick his ass TWICE as hard for the BOTH of you."
REDO FIGHT WITH HALF HEALTH ENEMIES
*IF THEY WIN*
Nash will flop against the ground HARD, curling up a bit in severe pain. Anais will slowly drag herself toward him through the ground, panting raggedly all the while.
@ -297,9 +316,9 @@ Harken will take a long drag off his cigarette. "You lost fair and square. Twice
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"NO! I'M NOT GIVING UP!" Nash will slam his fist into the ground in frustration, and Anais will put her hand over his, holding it tight. He will stop shaking for a moment, muttering a bit in frustration, and she full on hugs him tightly from behind.
"NO! I'M NOT DONE!" Nash will slam his fist into the ground in frustration, and Anais will put her hand over his, holding it tight. He will stop shaking for a moment, muttering a bit in frustration, and she full on hugs him tightly from behind.
*IF THEY APPROACH*
Nash will suddenly raise his arm and reveal a green potion bottle. "THIS ISN'T OVER, YOU HEAR ME?!" He will slam the potion bottle into the ground right in front of him, causing a whirlwind explosion to send him AND Anais clinging to his back flying into the distance.
Harken just stares, his cigarette finally gone. "I'll give him this, he is persistent." He walks over to your group, helping each of you up. "This is going to be one hell of a report I'm gonna have to write."
Harken just stares, his cigarette finally gone. "I'll give him this, he is persistent." He walks over to your group, helping each of you up. "This is going to be one hell of a report."

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@ -1,10 +1,11 @@
LAST CHAPTER
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LAST CHAPTER
*BRING ALL 12 REGALIA FORTH*
*CALL DOWN ZEROTH*
The island itself begins to rumble, all twelve gates shining with ethereal glows of their respective colors. You suddenly see a bright golden glow from behind the welcome center in the distance. Right after, you see trees slowly bend away in the distance, crashing of metal & glass, and the entire welcome center collapse.
The island itself begins to rumble, all twelve gates shining with ethereal glows of their respective colors. You suddenly see a bright golden glow from behind the welcome center in the distance. Right after, you see trees slowly bend away, hear crashing of metal & glass, and watch the entire welcome center collapse.
From the cloud of dust and rubble steps Reiji the Stallion from the front gate, eyes shining an ethereal gold and body brimming with warbling energy, head held high. Every step he takes causes a crater to form beneath his hooves, shaking the citizens around him violently.
@ -14,9 +15,9 @@ When he finally arrives at the center of town, he stares at you all and extends
"I NEED ONLY RECLAIM THE FRAGMENT OF MY POWER AND YOU MAY HAVE YOUR PRIZE." He places his hand on the ground of Diadem, and everything begins to rumble all over again.
The rock walls surrounding Diadem begin to crumble and dissolve one massive chunk at a time. Once the rock is gone, there are clean golden magic walls in a jagged 12-point circle around Diadem, resembling something of an extremely large crown, with each of the gates embedded into it like crown jewels.
The rock walls surrounding Diadem begin to crumble and dissolve one massive chunk at a time. Once the rock is gone, there are clean golden magic metal walls in a jagged 12-point circle around Diadem, resembling something of an extremely large crown, with each of the gates embedded into it like crown jewels.
The gates all shift from their respective colors to gold, ejecting every citizen in the Domains right into heaps in front of the Gates. When they ALSO realize everything is shaking & breaking, they begin to scream and run in a panic, a few of them falling off Diadem into the ocean through the lowest points in the metal walls.
The gates all shift from their respective colors to gold, and every person and creature inside is suddenly forced out. When these people and creatures realize everything is shaking & breaking, they begin to scream and run in a panic, a few of them falling off Diadem into the ocean through the lowest points in the metal walls.
*IF THEY COMPLAIN*
He will retort "I HAVE WITNESSED THESE PEOPLE GROW, WITHER, AND DIE OVER THE LAST 547 YEARS. I HAVE LEARNED THESE PEOPLE ARE INSIGNIFICANT COMPARED TO THEE. SO LONG AS YOU ARE ELEVATED, THE REST CAN BE IGNORED."
@ -27,20 +28,24 @@ He stops shaking the Diadem. "HMM... I MAY HAVE UNDERESTIMATED YOUR MORTAL SENSE
"I HAVE A SOLUTION. WE SHALL HOLD OURSELVES AN HONORABLE DUEL, FOR THE FATE OF THE PEOPLE OF DIADEM AND YOUR GODHOOD. NO CHALLENGE CIRCLE, THE PEOPLE WILL BE OUR BOUNDARY AND BARRIER. BEST ME, AND YOU MAY HAVE IT ALL. BUT FAIL, AND EVERYTHING & EVERYONE WILL BE FORFEIT. WILL THAT SUFFICE?"
*THE PEOPLE THAT FELL*
"HM.. I WOILD NOT WISH FOR ANY DISTRACTIONS FROM OUR MOST HONORABLE DUEL.. VERY WELL. ALLOW ME A MOMENT." He will raise his hand and elevate every person that fell from the water, placing them safely on the ground. "WILL THIS SATISFY YOU?"
"HM.. I WOULD NOT WISH FOR ANY DISTRACTIONS FROM OUR MOST HONORABLE DUEL.. VERY WELL. ALLOW ME A MOMENT."
He will raise his hand, glowing with gold energy. Every person that fell will suddenly be encased in that same energy and lifted from the water, then placed safely on Diadem. "WILL THIS SATISFY YOU?"
Every person in Diadem is very quickly converging on your location, slowly encircling you all and literally becoming the arena boundary he claimed they would be.
AFTER THE FIGHT
He kneels in pain, panting softly. "I YIELD... YOU HAVE BESTED ME..." He looks up to your group. "I have witnessed this planet's evolution for an entire eon, watched the denizens of this false island for half a millennium, and none have come so far as to have the power to best me, even in my current state."
He slowly stands and walks forward. "I will keep my word and allow these people safe passage from the Diadem, then we may discuss your true prize."
He slowly stands and walks forward. "I will keep my word and allow these people safe passage from the Diadem. Before then, shall we discuss your true prize?"
*WHAT IS THE PRIZE*
"As I offered, your prize was to be power akin to my own, but you have proven you do not require it. Therefore, I will offer each of you anything of your choosing. You could be immortal like myself or the other concepts, have unlimited power, endless wealth, anything your heart desires."
"As I offered, your prize was to be power akin to my own, but of you like, I will offer each of you anything of your choosing. You could be immortal like myself or the other concepts, have unlimited power in a different matter, endless wealth from any nation, anything your heart desires."
He bellows in anguish as he is struck from behind by Nash, carrying his fancy golden sword. And he is looking very excited.
He bellows in anguish as he is struck from behind by Nash, still carrying his golden cutlass. And he is looking very excited.
"I DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT, you people were right all along! I have NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY to be wrong!" He laughs hysterically for a second. "Hey Zeroth, wanna know what I wish for?! I wish to sentence you to death like you just tried to do to ALL OF US!"
"I HEARD THE WHOLE THING, YOU SON OF A BITCH! You never intended to free us, you were gonna let us all DIE HERE! Which means I was FUCKING RIGHT!!!" He laughs hysterically before continuing. "Hey Zeroth, wanna know what I wish for?! I wish to sentence you to death like you just tried to do to ALL OF US!"
He jams his whole sword into Zeroth's back, causing him to cry out in anguish, but the sword does not come out the other side.
@ -58,7 +63,7 @@ He raises his hand and aims it at your group, your bodies glowing gold as he att
A black long sword falls from the air, glowing with red magic, slicing directly into the center of his left hand and binding it to the ground. "WHAT IS THIS?!"
Your group's bodies land on the ground, but you feel several HP and MP vials fall into your laps as twelve familiar bodies pull forward and around you. The twelve Domain Masters have stepped forward. "You would dare to defy your Master?! Your Creator?!"
Your group's bodies land on the ground, but you feel several HP and MP vials fall into your laps as twelve familiar bodies pull forward and around you. The twelve demense Masters have stepped forward. "You would dare to defy your Master?! Your Creator?!"
Aodaghan: We would defy the shit out of you any day of the week!
@ -68,21 +73,23 @@ Zahir: This party is over! It's not fun anymore!
Corentin: You have disrupted the peace of this land!
Dorrin: AND fucked over the people within it!
Dorrin: And made the people cry!
Arledge: We don't wanna fight ya'll, but we will!
Miranda: We love these people like our own!
Whittaker: More than we're afraid of YOU!
Whittaker: We've always been careful around you, and we're done!
Fulmo: There is no justice in your actions!
Thanatos: We will fighd you, do prodecd dhem!
Cassius: That was the mission we inherited!
Cassius: ... (He will just be standing there cross-armed and silent)
Tlaloc: AND... THEY... FRIENDS!
Striker: What Master Cassius means to say is, we're done hiding in the dark!
Tlaloc: WE! HELP! FRIENDS!
Nash-Zeroth slams his free hand into the ground, one eye shining vibrant gold only while the other maintains its multicolor glow. His voice has suddenly changed to be dripping with hatred.
@ -92,7 +99,7 @@ A golden sword this time falls from the sky and into Zeroth's right hand, pinnin
"If that's how you feel, Nash-Zeroth, then the Thirteen Kings of Diadem will fight back!" He turns back around to your group with a smile and a wink. "With a little help from the Kings of Kings, of course."
The twelve Domain Masters step forward with Akarui leading them. "Okay.. Aodaghan, Dorrin, Tlaloc, you're on offense. Hit him hard and make it hurt." All three jump in to the fray and IMMEDIATELY start either blasting him with spells or straight punching him.
The twelve demense Masters step forward with Akarui leading them. "Okay.. Aodaghan, Dorrin, Tlaloc, you're on offense. Hit him hard and make it hurt." All three jump in to the fray and IMMEDIATELY start either blasting him with spells or straight punching him.
"Zahir, Corentin, Whitaker, Fulmo, you're on range. Keep him distracted so their hits are more effective." All four either take to the air or slide into a position closer to his rear and begin slinging spells, immediately catching Zeroth's attention.
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AFTER THEY CONFIRM
"Okay, then this might work. I want all of you to challenge him, full gold circle, and wager the gold sword inside him. I have a hunch, and this might fix everything at once."
Nash-Zeroth suddenly bellows out as his thirteen tails all glow with raw magic, the gold tailtip suddenly sending out a wave of energy so bright it blinds all the Domain Masters for a moment.
Nash-Zeroth suddenly bellows out as his thirteen tails all glow with raw magic, the gold tailtip suddenly sending out a wave of energy so bright it blinds all the demense Masters for a moment.
While they're distracted, the other twelve tails all fire magic beams at a different Master, each one hitting their (as you have learned) elemental opposite and knocking them to the ground around him.
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Akarui smiles at Nash-Zeroth. "I can do far better and you know it. That is why I was chosen to be King, and you were my assistant! The best idea you ever had was to put everyone in a tin can and hope we didn't die!"
Nash-Zeroth slams his hands into the ground as he charges forward, coming up to a few feet from your group and well past the Domain Masters. "WE ARE WELL PAST THE POINT OF THIS. The people no longer matter to me, all that matters is I rip your head off your arrogant shoulders!"
Nash-Zeroth slams his hands into the ground as he charges forward, coming up to a few feet from your group and well past the demense Masters. "WE ARE WELL PAST THE POINT OF THIS. The people no longer matter to me, all that matters is I rip your head off your arrogant shoulders!"
Akarui sighs a bit and shakes his head. "Well then... it's all up to you, Kings of Kings. Say the magic words." And right before you say those words, he jumps far outside its capture range. "I JUST HOPE I'M RIGHT!"
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When the smoke clears, you see Zeroth, battered and bruised but in one piece and lying in the middle of a crater. You also see small particles of gold dust elevating from his body into the open air, like snow in reverse.
The Domain masters run to his side, Conroy gently lifting him up a bit so he can talk. "You... may not have meant to, but you saved me... I thank you... Kings of Kings."
The demense masters run to his side, Conroy gently lifting him up a bit so he can talk. "You... may not have meant to, but you saved me... I thank you... Kings of Kings."
King Akarui calls out to you from a distance. "Guys... Nash feels cold... and his heartbeat is really slow..." Anyone who inspects him will notice he feels cold, his fur is less colorful, and his pulse is weak.
Zeroth speaks out. "You are correct. The physical trauma of melding with me, taking on so much damage, and being ejected how he was was too much for his mortal body. His life is fading... as is mine."
The Domain Masters all freak out hearing this. "The strain on my existence is too much... being defeated in combat, struck down by a piece of my own Regalia, fused with a mortal in such a manner, defeated a second time, and having my own magic carved away in that corrupted state has taken most of my strength..."
The demense Masters all freak out hearing this. "The strain on my existence is too much... being defeated in combat, struck down by a piece of my own Regalia, fused with a mortal in such a manner, defeated a second time, and having my own magic carved away in that corrupted state has taken most of my strength..."
*IF NOONE ASKS*
Conroy will look around. "Well if noone else will ask, I will. What does that mean for us?"
Zeroth will shake his head slowly. "I gave you all separate lives and will, but the essence of your existence is still tethered to mine. It matters not if it is yours or mine, equilibrium MUST be maintained. If I go, then... you go with me." All the domain masters turn to themselves, then look to you guys before Zeroth continues. "And I do not have long."
Zeroth will shake his head slowly. "I gave you all separate lives and will, but the essence of your existence is still tethered to mine. It matters not if it is yours or mine, equilibrium MUST be maintained. If I go, then... you go with me." All the demense masters turn to themselves, then look to you guys before Zeroth continues. "And I do not have long."
(Give everyone a chance to complain, cry, and be angry about it)
Zeroth will speak out. "You truly care for them, don't you?"
WHEN THE PARTY SPEAKS OUT
Zeroth will turn his head to your group. "I was not referring to you." All twelve Domain Masters nod in agreement. "I see... I am not a fan of such a title, but as YOUR 'King,' I am going to give you my final order. Bring me to the one you call Nash. I wish to speak with him."
Zeroth will turn his head to your group. "I was not referring to you." All twelve demense Masters nod in agreement. "I see... I am not a fan of such a title, but as YOUR 'King,' I am going to give you my final order. Bring me to the one you call Nash. I wish to speak with him."
AFTER ANY RESPONSE
"When I was melded with him, I saw inside his mind. Sifted through his memories. His deceased parents were the only people in his life that mattered to him. Without them, he was alone. Adrift amongst a sea of beings he felt no connection to, no matter how much he desired it to be otherwise. I resonate with him on that level. Please... grant me this one request."
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He reaches for his face, noticing a distinct difference in the feeling of his paw. "Wait, what the..? Why are my arms so fluffy? Why is my tail so ropey?? Are those fucking HOOVES?! AM I A HORSE?!?!" He suddenly winces in pain, both hands grasping his head. "WAIT... It's all coming back to me now... bits and pieces... okay, okay... I get it now... this is me now... or, US, I guess..? This is so weird..."
Aodaghan steps forth. "It ain't much better from where we stand." All the domain masters are still here, Aodaghan helping the new guy to his feet. "Welcome back to the livin' world, Zeroth. Or do we call you Nash now?"
Aodaghan steps forth. "It ain't much better from where we stand." All the demense masters are still here, Aodaghan helping the new guy to his feet. "Welcome back to the livin' world, Zeroth. Or do we call you Nash now?"
"No... new me, new name. What did Zeroth call himself when he was greeting new people at the door? Reiji? How about... Reggie. I like the sound of that." He smiles at the Domain Masters and sighs. "This is gonna be so weird..."
"No... new me, new name. What did Zeroth call himself when he was greeting new people at the door? Reiji? How about... Reggie. I like the sound of that." He smiles at the demense Masters and sighs. "This is gonna be so weird..."
Reggie's entire eyes glow gold for moment, his voice changed to sound more like Zeroth. "This will be an adjustment for all of us it seems. This union was better than I had hoped. We are, in effect, no different than the Domain Masters."
Reggie's entire eyes glow gold for moment, his voice changed to sound more like Zeroth. "This will be an adjustment for all of us it seems. This union was better than I had hoped. We are, in effect, no different than the demense Masters."
The gold in his eyes fades, and he blinks a few times rapidly. "So... he is still here too, and I guess we just kinda... share this weird-ass body now..?"

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In-Game currency = Z (*pronounced zee*)
Hand crafted coins made of sea salt metal, infused with raw Mana, and coated in volcanic zinc / nickel, in denominations of 1, 5, 10, 20, 50, and 100
Weapons
Weapons cost 10z X (DMG squared), regardless of the type
- 1DMG = 10z
- 2DMG = 40z
- 3DMG = 90z
- 4DMG = 160z
- 5DMG = 250z
Weapons sell for 5z X (DMG squared), regardless of the type
- 1DMG = 5z
- 2DMG = 20z
- 3DMG = 45z
- 4DMG = 80z
- 5DMG = 125z
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Ammunition
Ammo costs AND sells for 1z less than its DMG
BUT, buying it in bulk will USUALLY give a discount, at shop owner's discretion
- PIERCE ammo is multiplied by its PIERCE value
- EXPLOSIVE & SPREAD ammo is double the price
2DMG = 3 for 1z
3DMG = 2 for 3z
4DMG = 3z
5DMG = 5z
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Grenades cost 60z and sell for 30z
Armor plates cost 40z and sell for 20z
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Potions
Potions cost 25z per size, regardless of the type
- SML = 25z
- MED = 50z
- LRG = 75z
Potions sell for 10z per size, regardless of the type
- SML = 10z
- MED = 20z
- LRG = 30z
Banded Ring
- Sells for 50z, buys for 25z
Mana Shield
- Sells for 100z, buys for 50z
War Banner
- Sells for 50z, buys for 25z
Housing
- Apartments have 2 bed 1 bath max and go for 250z a month
- Houses have max 4 bed and 2 bath, and go for 500z a month
- Gated residences have as many bed & bath as needed and go for 1,000z a month
Vehicles
Vehicles with engines require 1 MANA to start, as they do not use other fuel sources. And until you turn that vehicle off, it runs indefinitely.
Bikes cost 50z to own for single seater and 75z for two seater
Motorcycles are 5,000z to own or 100z a month, and can be a rent-to-own after 5 years at this rate
2 or 4 seater cars, trucks, and jeeps are 25,000z to own or 500z a month to rent, and can be a rent-to-own after 5 years at this rate
6-seater vans are 37,500z to own or 750z a month to rent, and can be a rent-to-own after 5 years at this rate

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An integral part of any tabletop game is the combat system!
Each turn, you have three TURN ACTIONS you can perform:
- ATTACK | ITEM | MVMT
I call this the A.I.M. system
During your turn, you can perform any two of these.
- MOVE and ATTACK
- MOVE and use an ITEM
- ATTACK and use an ITEM
The idea is that is all you would have time for in an active combat scenario.
Each player can also try to DODGE anything coming at them by:
- Making an ATLETICS/STEALTH roll to beat that ATTACK action
- Using their once-per-round REACTION, abilities and items permitting.
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ATTACK
An ATTACK action requires one of the following:
- FIGHT with melee weapons in the same ZONE
- SHOOT with ranged weapons into any ZONE
- STEALTH with a one melee/ranged/throwing weapon
- ACADEMICS with a spell that costs Mana Points
- THROWING weapons one ZONE away using FIGHT, SHOOT, or STEALTH
These are made against an opponent's ATHLETICS/STEALTH DODGE roll.
- If you roll HIGHER, you HIT & deal your weapon/spell DMG & STATUS
- If you roll THE SAME, you MATCH & deal no DMG, but STATUS is still applied
- If you roll LOWER, you Miss and deal no DMG or STATUS
Succeed with Style. (aka CRIT)
- If your roll has a difference of 3 or greater, you did so well at what you did, something EXTRA occurs and will give you an additional benefit or bonus.
- Extra damage, opponent at a DISadvantage, something hysterical & silly, anything is possible. This also applies when enemies do this to YOU.
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ITEM
ITEMS can be potions, consumables, or other non-weapon objects
You either use the item from the inventory and apply its effects, or you THROW the item no differently than using a throwing weapon (if it can be thrown)
Throwing an ITEM is NOT an ATTACK action, it takes your ITEM action.
- But you still roll with a FIGHT, SHOOT, or STEALTH roll.
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MVMT
MVMT is how many ZONES you move through during this action. All players start with 1 MVMT per turn, and can move to any nearby ZONE.
If you have 2+ MVMT, you can split your MVMT for the turn and do part of it before your other TURN action, and part of it after
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DODGE/REACTION
During the opponent's turn, you may be attacked or have things thrown at you. To avoid being HIT, you would roll your ATHLETICS or STEALTH score against their ACADEMICS, FIGHT, STEALTH, or SHOOT roll
OR, if you have a spell, item, or ability that lets you use your once-per-round REACTION in a unique way, you can use that instead
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BATTLEZONE
For the most part, combat will be performed on a simple 4x4 grid of space, called a BATTLEZONE.
Each 10ft by 10ft square is a ZONE, and holds a maximum of four people/things.
- The position in the ZONE is irrelevant. If they're in the ZONE, you can hit them.

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Regalia: Nova Knuckles (Empty Handed)
A pair of moderately thin gloves, they are composed almost entirely of loose yellow and black steel bands. They are held together with a strip of gold fabric along the inner workings, like enchanted fingerless gloves that hold the entire piece together, and make virtually no noise while moving
A pair of cestus cleverly designed as a pir of large honeybees, they slide onto the sides of the arm and strap down by a trio of wraparound buckles. The elbows each possess a black jutting spearhead for elbow jabs, and the heads carry a pair of mandible-like knuckle blades.
While equipped, you gain RADIANT

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+3 | Burly Brawler
Can dual-wield 3DMG TWO-HANDED & FLEXIBLE FIGHT weapons
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PROVOKE
Your ability to be distracting and irritating