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5/27/2026 11:56:12   
  Lorekeeper
And Pun-isher

 

Deren Asunder

Encroaching Entropy

Season of Consequences - Entropy Finale 1/3






Drakath stumbles out of his hospital bed, already geared up.

Drakath: ...Marching on the city already... How long was I out? There was the throne room... The outpost... Empty. At least my strength is coming back quickly...

Drakath straightens up.

(Offscreen) Doctor: I'll check on Radagast in a moment, I think I heard... Prince? Who gave you your gear back? You need to rest, you lost a lot of--
Drakath: Get out of my way.

In an unexpected burst of strength, Drakath hurls his bed, which blocks pursuit as he flees. Fade to black.



Karuna and the player character are talking in what seems like a more modern house.

Karuna: That's the gist of the Epsilon project. My father led a team for it. Among other things, they gathered information for the technology that birthed Epsilon. An artificial god meant to supplant Lorithia.
Karuna: His team ran into Shadow influences near the Tempest outpost, and found ways to make power sources out of it. When they realized how dangerous it was, they warned the Alpha not to tamper with it..
<<You>>: ...Which let Epsilon find out about it, and get themself recreated as the Firstborn. No wonder the Alpha couldn't catch their project, Epsilon escaped into the past.
Karuna: He always felt guilty about that. It was only after meeting my mother that he made some peace with it. The first generation of the Numbered Beasts was his next project, but something went wrong and...
Karuna: ...I don't know. He left to rein them back in, and never came back. Eventually I looked into his work. I was tired. I... You heard the 'why'. I put some of it back together, added my own work...
Karuna: That's how the Sigma process came to be. A magical equivalent, using the new beasts as living proxies to distribute the burden of a ritual on that scale.
<<You>>: If it was that private of a process, how did Entropy know exactly what you were up to? Especially when he didn't have the Orb yet?
Karuna: I don't know. I swear. Maybe he was from Alpha. Erebus might have told him. Either way, pushing me along was his backup plan. Taking over Sigma with an Uncreation artifact in hand... *shudder*
Karuna: You were supposed to be an obstacle for him. That was my gambit in cluing you in. Since the King was there to help you stop me... Well. At least you know exactly where Entropy is going, and why.
<<You>>: I still have no idea of how we'll be able to deal with that Orb, but this helps. If we could make it look like you barely won, we might be able to surprise this mysterious dragon. Make him think he'll pick you off.

The screen shakes.

(Offscreen) Lauren: Karuna, <<You>>? Not to interrupt, but Cassie summoned a demon again. I'm in the middle of a lesson here.
Karuna: ...Glad you have a clever solution, but do you suppose you can help me with that one before you go?

MINIBOSSBATTLE: Random non-NPC demon.
Full heal.





In the outer streets of Deren, insurgents of multiple species gather in a line to march on the city. Entropy stands behind them, distractedly looking down and then ahead again right before being talked to. Entropy is a humanoid figure with Drakath's appearance, save for a draconic left arm, black scales creeping around his face, and a crude mask.

Insurgent: Sir?
(Entropy, thinking) ???: I'm losing strength again. Only for moments at a time, but it feels so cold... A feedback shock? No matter. I don't need more information.
Insurgent: Sir! You spaced out again, sir. The loyalists are formed up behind the hills. There's knights trying to hold them back and take over the defense, just like you said... But enough to scare the troops.
???: I was worried about that. When I heard the rumors, I stayed hidden because I didn't want to hijack the revolution. This is your battle, I'm only here to help. But if it's needed for morale...

Entropy takes one hand to his face, removing the mask.

???: People of Deren! Take heart! The enemy is in disarray before the battle has even begun, and we know their every plan! Stay united, and victory will be yours!

(Simultaneously) Insurgents: Is that Drakath?!
(Simultaneously) Insurgents: Wasn't the prince behind all of this?!
(Simultaneously) Insurgents: Hang on, Prince Drakath was terribly sick last week...

Drakath: Yes, I am Drakath, the so-called dragon prince! Your healers released me of the Brilhado's control, and the cursed disease that was to kill me if I ever broke free! But their work isn't done!
Drakath: King Tralin is not the tyrant you believe him to have become! He sought peace with the Brilhado, but fell under the necromancers' control, just as I did! The corruption and infighting is their puppetry!
Drakath: Their control is deep, but they could never emulate his competence and kindness! Surely, you all remember the time when your king was good, and just! A leader of a united and prosperous Deren!
Drakath: But now the Brilhado have their claws on him from the East, and the Crown-Breakers from the North are sure to sense the opportunity! I've been in that court myself, people of Deren, and seen what looms.
Drakath: However! I've also seen the meetings of the Knights, and have all of their movements. Your strategy today was built on the most recent intel from that court. Fight together, and you WILL free your king!
Drakath: Don't fear your brothers, for they'll thank you when you have saved Tralin, as I was freed myself! Follow me into battle, not as your leader, but as one more blade in the revolution that saves him!
Drakath: Corruption is a closed, stagnant, broken system. It falls apart in the end, but we can't simply let our children inherit that burden. Today, you and I are the force that pulls corruption apart!
Drakath: TODAY, WE ARE ENTROPY!

(Simultaneously) Insurgents: We are Entropy!
(Simultaneously) Insurgents: WE ARE ENTROPY!
(Simultaneously) Insurgents: What's an enderpee?

Assume Entropy form, playing as him for the next segment.

FOUR BATTLES: Humanoid enemies, including generic (Non-faction) knights. Full heal every two.

Fade to black. Resume normal form.




Tralin, Peace, and the Chosen are speaking atop the Dawnstone Keep walls.

Tralin: We sent away any officers who had been in contact with the Prince, outnumbered by their peers to avoid any potential foul play. Unfortunately, that's as big of a troop movement as we can conceal right now.
Tralin: We have to assume our teleportation sites are compromised, which cuts off our best way to extract the wounded. The surviving defenders of Dawnstone Keep are still very capable warriors, mind.
Tralin: However, even with a plan to trap the rebels and force their surrender, I fear what raising arms against fellow citizens of Deren would do for morale so shortly after the breach...
Peace: ...I cannot abide by it myself. The civil war is meant to divide our attention, but I cannot tolerate a choice between the world and its people. Even if it means I may not return in time to fight Entropy...
<<You>>: Hang on. You're heading out on your own?
Peace: I will be fine. My Moglin friend has learned much from his teleporter. Entropy can't uncreate the source of his power... As that would be me. I will find a front that would disrupt reinforcements, and deal with it.
Peace: Even if this doesn't give me a chance to identify Entropy, or learn what his timing is... I can at least make sure that you can focus solely on his approach. I shall enact my name.
<<You>>: Alright. I'm sorry I interrupted, then. If you can stop an entire battle for long enough to keep Entropy from getting any help, that'll be invaluable.

Life fades in over Tralin.

Life: Don't exhaust yourself entirely, my friend. I'd like to speak to you again when this is done. And besides... You grow a little more pompous every time you slumber. It'll be a hollow victory if that keeps up.
Peace: Tsk. Court humor.

Peace fades, leaving behind Twig, who beams away.

<<You>>: That saves us one problem. There's still the matter of preparing for a foe who can wield Uncreation, and is causing enough of a disaster with it to keep the gods busy. Even if he can't remove you
Life: Removing foes from history is a fearsome power, yes. Even if those whom he depended on to find this power cannot be removed, Entropy can still use the orb destructively. Those meteors were quite an ordeal.
<<You>>: The only ways I can think of to deal with an enemy like that would be taking them down instantly, by complete surprise, or somehow interfering with their power. But I don't know if that's even possible.

Life fades into Tralin.

Tralin: I'm not an expert per se, but as a cleric of one... Perhaps I can call for help.






The scene shifts to the fields near Deren's capital. Entropy form is assumed as he is joined by insurgents.

TWO BATTLES: Generic knights. Full heal.

Insurgent: The militia has pulled back, but we can see them rallying at the borders.
Entropy: Good. Raise the pikes when the cavalry tries to flank! Second pikebearers, lift higher! Their mounts can spring over the first line! Mages, don't give yourselves away until they approach from behind!
Insurgent: ...We're just going to let them come at us from now on? I know they can't encircle us, but that'll be grueling! It'll take... I don't know!
Entropy: It'll be a long battle, yes. But you can expect them to receive few reinforcements, while yours are on the way. I'll be on my way now.
Insurgent: You're leaving us?!
Entropy: Let's say I'll cut off the reinforcements myself. Straight from the source.


TWO BATTLES: Frogzard Knights. Full heal.

Entropy is left on his own after the battles.

(Thinking) Entropy: That should leave them suitably inspired to keep the battle going. Once I find cover, they won't be able to follow me to the trail kindly left behind by the "Chessmaster".

Cerin enters from the right.

Cerin: Prince Drakath?!
Entropy: The one and... Well. So glad to see you, Sir Cerin, but I have fools to shake off and no time for the one clever tin can this side of the continent to get in my way. Send the king my royal regards... Now MOVE.
Cerin: No. This farce ends now, by word or steel. I... sense your strife, but... No, not here. Only hatred stands before me.
Entropy: ...Right. You ARE an empath after all. And here I'd hoped you'd be helpful for longer.
Cerin: I am far more than that, Entropy. And if all you are is hatred, I have no need to play fair. I will cleft you in twain.
Entropy: And with a cleft like that...

BOSS BATTLE: Sir Cerin. Script: Progress even on defeat.

After the battle, both combatants are down to a knee.

Entropy: How did a knight find such... Nevermind. Catch!

Entropy lifts his weapon and casts a small green meteor, sending Cerin flying, then stands.

(Thinking) Entropy: He'd better not have noticed it... Now to take off before he catches up. My scouts should have a report on the state of the Chessmaster's battle by now.






The player character stands by a pile of defeated bandits.

<<You>>: ...I think that's all of them. How didn't they expect me to catch them snooping about? I've heard of people falling over themselves to flee, but this is ridiculous.

Falerin enters.

Falerin: That would be my work.
<<You>>: ...You have no idea of how good it is to see you right now, Falerin. We're expecting an attack from Entropy at any time, and need help to even come up with a defense.
Falerin: I may have just the idea. I have been shielding you from Entropy's notice while helping my colleagues with the work of undoing his damage, so my power is stretched a little thin...
Falerin: But now that we're permanently rid of the shade... It's high time I help you far more directly.

TO BE CONTINUED


Post #: 176
5/27/2026 11:57:03   
  Lorekeeper
And Pun-isher

 

Evil Unleashed

Intervention Most Divine

Season of Consequences - Entropy Finale 2/3




Entropy runs out of sight and into an alley. From this point, battles are fought in Entropy form.

(Thinking) Entropy: Finally out of sight. To think the rabble would still be of any use after leaving them unattended... The 'Chessmaster' was a better piece than I took her for. King Tralin is in check.
(Thinking) Entropy: Now, if it wasn't for that misbegotten, meddling, broken god-thing... The knowledge of the Alpha, DESTROYED! The Epsilon process would have been mine!
Entropy: Where technology failed me, ritual will have to do. Without the shade's meddling, and with the "Chosen" removed from the past, it's too late to uncover me. Just one more push, and I will unmake it all...
Entropy: The Monster King's folly, the "good" kings shaping MY legacy, the lies of both shadows... and death! Dying, and dying, and dying, and dying again! The all-splitting cold! It will ALL... BE... ERASED!

Fade to black. Show the close-up of a dragon eye opening, then fade again.




Falerin, Tralin, and the player character, stand on the Dawnstone Keep walls.


Tralin: We are blessed to have your knowledge at our disposal, Loremaster, but can we truly count on your unrestrained assistance? The intervention of a greater power is most welcome, but carries... implications.
Falerin: Entropy slew my avatar, in my domain. That is a direct attack on me, and I am free to retaliate with *extreme* prejudice without causing trouble for Lorithia and The'Galin. Technically, it is self-defense.
Falerin: However, it is true that putting myself in a position where this can happen repeatedly has put *me* in trouble with my Caelestian colleagues. Trouble that in turn compromises my ability to remain here long.
Falerin: To put it plainly, there are far worse candidates for the position of God of Evil in my home realm, and now they have solid proof that I am not properly focusing on it. For now, though... This takes priority.
Tralin: ... That is extremely concerning, though we must indeed focus on the current threat. I'll do my part at once by closing as many doors as I can repair the enchantments of.
<<You>>: About that, King Tralin... Falerin and I discussed the details, and the need to fool an enemy we haven't even met, without being detected until we strike. It sounds odd, but we should leave the doors open.
Falerin: Per <<You>>'s interrogation of Karuna, as arranged by your patrons, it's clear that Entropy gleaned some knowledge of the origin of Erebus, and how to replicate it. However, his trail was ruined.
Falerin: He used the civil war to tie up your forces, and Karuna's attack to expose the tenth Orb, but didn't fully sabotage her. She must have been his final contingency, as I suspect he ignores one key detail.
Falerin: The real nature of the Beasts. To anyone short of an archmage's knowledge, the links to the Orbs would be obvious, but not their precise role in making the ritual faster, and subtler.
<<You>>: Entropy has worked so hard to distract the gods so that an apotheosis might catch them unaware. If we pull it off, making it look like a ritual to ascend is progressing slowly would be the perfect bait.
Falerin: Precisely. To that end, <<You>>, could you do me a favor? Track down the strongest elemental you can find among the stragglers of Karuna's forces. I have a use for such a specimen.

FOUR BATTLES: Elemental creatures, from the pools of parts 1-3. Dawnstone Path tunnel backgrounds. Heal every two battles.




Karuna and The'Galin are speaking in the house scene from the prior quest.

The'Galin: What would you have me do, Karuna?
Karuna: I'd get the punishment over with, honestly, so I have a hard time believing changing diapers is it. ...I suppose I'd want to know their motive, not just their methods. But you already know my reasons.
The'Galin: I do. And I know them intimately, because they were my own reasons to oppose my home, as a mortal. A history that I'm surprised to know you're versed in.
Karuna: I was an inquisitive child, and had cultured parents. Children have a way of seeing to your education, when you care about theirs. As I later experienced myself. Still, if you already know my reasons...
The'Galin: I know VERY well just how much evil I've dragged in my wake. You are right to question it, as you haven't seen the consequences of leaving it be. We've seen what Lore will become without being tested.
The'Galin: But along the way... To find one who believed in us, *understood* us without knowing us... And see her looking at me the way I looked at those who preyed on my own children... Shook me, I'll admit.
The'Galin: The test has weighed on us since its inception. We *always* wonder if we've gone too far... But as more of Lore's possible futures converge, we have premonitions of both a beacon of hope...
The'Galin: ...and being consumed by such evil as could surpass anything that you might have seen in the Network. Lauren, she made such a special world... And it's not only good people who see its potential.
Karuna: ...I knew there had to be a point to the test. And it had to be something grand, something so difficult to understand as a mortal, that it'd justify extreme action. But you can't have it both ways!
Karuna: So you see that the world is headed for one of these grim futures, and you make evil run its course faster to test if people will unite to oppose it. You're preserving free will, but intervening anyways!
Karuna: Maybe intervening to guide your people would make them too dependent. Fine. You're still crossing the line as an adversary! You test the world for being CORRUPTIBLE, not for being corrupt!
Karuna: I'm guessing that the only alternatives you gods see are wiping the slate completely clean, or controlling the world so tightly that you'd become tyrants. So you go for what will make us strong without you.
The'Galin: ...I suppose that this IS you all being strong. Strong enough to tell us you've had enough of the necessary evil. But suppose I have lost touch with the mortal perspective. You nonetheless had to fail.
The'Galin: See, Karuna, you fell further into evil as a mortal than I ever did before becoming the Devourer. Would you expect us to believe that you wouldn't become even worse as a goddess?


FOUR BATTLES: Elemental creatures, from the pools of parts 1-3. Dawnstone Path tunnel backgrounds. Heal every two battles.




In the prior scene, Karuna is now speaking to Lorithia.

Karuna: ...Wait, what? You... think I'm helpful? But you've been punishing me for my methods since--
Lorithia: I have suspected, for a number of cycles, that I have lost touch with the mortal perspective. Even as I feel the pain of my children, I have always struggled to *truly* understand them.
Lorithia: I love all of you dearly, Karuna, and I cannot bear to see you endure what awaits if Lore succumbs... Or if guiding it directly invites the attention of other gods from beyond, with aims of conquest.
Lorithia: Yet the idea has taken root that perhaps I cannot bear their current pain much longer, either. This cycle has been so very different... And not merely in its newer threats. It is the people themselves.
Lorithia: Oh! Oh crud, sorry! Sometimes I get carried away! My clerics often struggle to follow unless I speak ominously and avoid contractions. Divinity is at least one quarter theater, I swear...
Karuna: Wait, really? That... explains a lot about the temples. And paladins. Alright... I... Take one positive point from that. And I think I know why you're keeping me here now.
Karuna: You're... actually open to changing. Is that why you want my perspective?
Lorithia: There's a certain importance to making examples of would-be usurpers, so that gods from beyond don't sense weakness... But it needn't be so grand or brutal, and I recognize my role in your descent.
Lorithia: Before your atonement as a mortal... I'd have you educate a goddess, as only a fellow mother can. Born or ascended, it's very difficult for a god to change their ways. To even know if they must.
Lorithia: Suppose that you could see glimpses of the many futures. And that you only saw a handful in which your children don't go through terrible suffering, or become the ones who make others suffer.
Lorithia: But someone damages time so badly to cloud your vision. You've been working towards that brighter future, but can't see if it's on the right path anymore. As a mother, not a goddess, what would you do?
Karuna: I would do my best to teach them, and be there when they need me. I'd protect them from what I could, but if I couldn't be there for them as a deity, I'd risk trusting them. It's the whole point of having children.
Karuna: Here's a question for you, too. Since you're considering the possibility of being wrong, I should do the same thing. Suppose you're right. Say your test finally ensures that bright future... How will YOU atone?
Karuna: I did this because I figured nobody would relate, or listen. But you're... I know what it's like to have someone barge into the best laid plans and just... poke holes in the whole reason you believed in them.
Lorithia: It's a fair question, my child. I'll find a good answer. But you're not doubting your conviction... Only the solitude of it. You weren't expecting someone to stand up for you... and TO you. It's <<You>>, isn't it?

Karuna looks away. Fade to the next scene.

TWO BATTLES: As before, then heal.
BOSS BATTLE: Bound Greater Elemental





The player character joins Tralin and Falerin in The Deep.

<<You>>: I've found a few pretty tough elementals. I'm almost surprised to see more than one, with how rare they are back home. If those aren't good enough, I've got the binding gems from some I had to take down.
Falerin: These will do perfectly, <<You>>, thank you. Now, as I was saying, Tralin... I will not be able to fight for you. Entropy couldn't possibly uncreate me, but if I preserve my power to surprise him...
Falerin: Well, in his place, I would simply not show up. An open, empty Dawnstone Path is an obvious trap when he knows that a god's vengeance is waiting for him at some point. Even that is not the greatest risk.
Falerin: From what I understand, my power and that of the Uncreation Orb should NOT interact directly. I fear I might accidentally decohere into my various forms, and lose one of you as my attention falters.
Falerin: What I can and will do, however, is provide the perfect act for your desired trap. You will be hidden here in the Deep, where he cannot possibly sense through the primordial power within.
Falerin: Entropy has gone to great pains to ensure that even gods can't easily detect him. He only invaded my domain while it was damaged by Erebus, and has left no traces for years of wild changes to time.
Falerin: But even without knowing what to prepare for... now that we know he will come to us, I will show him the meaning of divine intervention. He expects the armies of a nascent god. He shall see them.
Tralin: You have done much already by securing our wounded, but that would be wondrous, Loremaster. What of <<You>> and myself? I can't imagine it will boil down to brute force alone in the end.
Falerin: You had this figured out well before I arrived, Tralin, do take more credit. You know exactly what must be done, I will merely provide the means. If I could speak to the Avatar for a moment?

Life appears over Tralin.

Life: What do you have in mind, God of Evil?
Falerin: Why, evil itself. I would see Entropy consumed by futility, struggling for my delight, and I believe I'll take a side of forbidden knowledge with my tea. You created the Orb to learn how to counter an uncreator.
Falerin: Let's put it to its intended use. I would like to develop a spell for you. Though I cannot interact with the orb myself, you would be able to suppress its use -- Albeit from a risky range. And, <<You>>?
<<You>>: Yes?
Falerin: Aren't you a little tired of staring down armies of elementals and magical abominations? I should think it's high time you commanded one.

Falerin raises his staff, summoning copies of the boss. The scene shifts to a distant view the Dawnstone Keep, as an elemental army begins spilling out of it.



Post #: 177
5/27/2026 11:57:35   
  Lorekeeper
And Pun-isher

 

Reckoning

Season of Consequences Finale





Introduction



A shadow stretches over the right side, then the view raises as Entropy approaches Dawnstone Keep.

ENTROPY: THERE IT IS. JUST WHERE I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE... AND ALREADY USURPED.
ENTROPY: THE CRADLE OF THE WORLD, SPLIT OPEN. ITS STONE IS SHAKING WITH THE IMPENDING BIRTH OF A NEW GOD... AND THE PANTHEON HASN'T STEPPED IN YET?
ENTROPY: ARE YOU STILL SO BUSY WITH THE TATTERS I'VE MADE OF YOUR PRECIOUS TIME? GOOD. YOU DESERVE CONGRATULATIONS AS WELL, 'CHESSMASTER', FOR SETTING MY STAGE.
ENTROPY: FIRST, LET'S DO AWAY WITH THE WELCOMING PARTY.

Entropy's right claw enters the screen, with a gauntlet that has the Uncreation Orb artifact embedded into it and energy crackles around it.

ENTROPY: GRR. NOTHING.. IT FEELS LIKE DIVINE POWER ALREADY... OR AS IF IT WOULD CAUSE A PARADOX TO UNCREATE THESE ELEMENTALS.
ENTROPY: DID YOU WORK THEIR CREATION INTO THE START OF YOUR RITUAL ONCE I TOOK THE ORB? I CANNOT UNDO THEM WITHOUT ALSO SPOILING MY PRIZE.
ENTROPY: FINE. SIMPLE DESTRUCTION IT IS. YOUR GRAND WORK WILL TAKE DAYS, OR WEEKS. I WILL BE UPON YOU IN MOMENTS.




WAR!


War Zone: Same as the intro scene. Background Changes to the entrance at 25%. At 75%, the background changes to one of the tunnels and dragon entropy is replaced with the humanoid form. The tunnel has some fallen generic knights (Meant to be Falerin's illusions)

War Scroll: Entropy has reached Dawnstone Keep! After losing his lead on a technological method to create a god, he seeks to hijack the magical ritual that Karuna created! Will the Path resist him for long?

Faux War Mechanic: 25% progress per wave. Fully heal upon returning to the scroll. Entropy's lines at the hub change based on progress.

(0% to 50%)
ENTROPY: WRANGLING ELEMENTALS WON'T SAVE YOU, KARUNA. THE ONE THING BUYING YOU MORE TIME IS THIS CRAMPED TUNNEL. EVEN IN A WEAKER FORM, I'LL REACH YOU SOON.

(Human form Entropy, at 75%)
Entropy: Ugh. Not now, you apeling. ...What? When did I make it this far? Blasted shock traps must have stunned me long enough to lose track...
Entropy: But these traps weren't in the defenders' orders... They weren't even mentioned in court, or around him. Could Tralin know?
Entropy: ... No matter. Not much further... I can't let her get any more powerful. Not if this is going to start happening NOW of all times.



25%


In the streets of Deren, a line of insurgents is set to clash with Frogzard Knights and soldiers.

Insurgent: Get the green frog puppets out of the way!
Knight: I don't want to draw steel against my own people, but...
Insurgent: FOR DEREN! CHARGE!

Twig beams down in the middle of the scene before the charge can begin

Twig: No mowe of that, pwease! Awwight, you can come out now.
Insurgent: ...Wait! Get that little guy out of the way!
Knight: Protect that moglin! Don't let him get trampled!

Peace appears, layered over Twig, looking left.

Peace: Enough.

A calming light spreads from Peace.

Insurgent: Everyone stop!
Knight: Hold! Knights, soldiers, stay your weapons!
Peace: The agitators among you hold no sway where I walk. Now that I have taken away their bile and hostility... Look around you. Your other brothers and sisters have already listened. *You* can end this war now.
Peace: You have a difficult task ahead. While I am here to quell your fury, you will have no issue finding those who brought you to war. Those that desired blood, not resolution. Cast them aside, and work together.
Peace: Entropy has fooled the people and court alike. They have been turned on each other, that he may take from both.
Peace: These people aren't rebels. They think their king has been enslaved. These knights are not tyrants. Mercenaries have posed as both of you, to paint the scene of a slave-king's bloody tyranny.
Insurgent: ...I still feel angry... But I can listen to what they have to say.
Insurgent: I KNOW that Tralin went to defend the Brilhado... But... Yeah. I've been wondering if... maybe it was their people. Not the ones that attacked us. Maybe he didn't want them to get hurt.
Knight: Precisely. Just as we don't want you to suffer because of a war founded on lies. THAT is what Entropy has done. It's why he made each of you take his name -- To make you take the fall.
Peace: Good. It seems you were among the more reasonable skirmishers.

Exclamation mark over Peace as they turn around, noticing someone offscreen.

Peace: ...Oh? Is that who I think it is...?

Fade to black.




50%


Falerin and the player character are speaking in the Deep.

<<You>>: The army is playing its part perfectly. I've sent the fastest ones out in waves while defensive formations hold each access point. They're set to look like they're trying to seal the gates.
Falerin: Excellent idea. Would that we still had the Prime Orbs to go a step further. It would certainly make the trap more effective... Though it would also add more points of failure.
<<You>>: About that. What will happen with the Prime Orbs? They disappeared with the Beasts.
Falerin: As it happened with the Wind Orb, a new one will have to coalesce at the heart of each Elemental Realm. While they are meant to be in mortal hands during times of need...
Falerin: Perhaps it's for the best that they not be a factor while Entropy lives.
<<You>>: Fair enough. If he got his hands on all of them... Deren wouldn't see another dawn, and that'd just be the start. This is someone who managed to make sure Lorithia and The'Galin wouldn't get to help us.
<<You>>: I figured out how he might have hid from them, or made sure they'd look in the wrong place and time, but I still don't fully understand how he pulled THAT off.
Falerin: A god forces certain limits upon themselves when manifesting in another world. This, and my split attention, is part of how Erebus was able to slay me. But to strain greater deities in their own world...
Falerin: Something similar must be done on a far greater scale. Strange as it may sound, it IS possible to exhaust a god, or make it difficult for us to communicate. We gods are at war with Entropy as we speak.
Falerin: Not with the creature that we are presently luring here, but with the incredible damage he has done to Lore's timeline. What he does recklessly, with entire burning futures as collateral damage...
Falerin: Lorithia and The'Galin must undo meticulously, splitting their power and attention to save as many lives as possible. Even they cannot see but a burning haze in Lore's future until the work is done.
Falerin: I myself have focused on sparing you the worst effects. Thus you live in the timeline that we repair, not the fractured and chaotic waste that could be, and you are concealed from Entropy's memory.
Falerin: Wherever and whenever my Lorian colleagues are focusing, they are split into such a myriad of efforts that I imagine they can barely spare the attention for minor manifestations right now.
<<You>>: ...I knew the situation was terrible, but this is... Overwhelming. We have to stop Entropy right here. How is that spell coming along?
Falerin: Life is studying it as we speak. Should Peace return, they will be able to help a little-- It would be ideal to have the full host of the Avatar, to better manage the Deep's power, but my aid will have to do.




75%


Lorithia and The'Galin pull Karuna aside in the orphanage room from the prior quest.

Karuna: ...That's why you can't just hunt him down, then. And you can't just go back to the point where he met me and track him from there... Without fixing Lore's timeline, which he's messing up as we speak.
The'Galin: Precisely. I would have long since destroyed him if not for that interference. Such is the danger of the orb. It can spread enough destruction through time to disorient even a god.
Lorithia: It's worse than just raw energy. The Faceless coalesced a magical engine for the residue of uncreation. It'd cause such havoc in contact with divine power that Tralin was tasked with containing it while it decayed.
Karuna: ...I could have stopped him. If I'd been faster. It's a good thing I warned <<You>>...
Lorithia: Absolutely. It's poetic justice, really.
The'Galin: I'd wager Entropy tried to turn on Erebus over being manipulated, which makes this a delicious irony. Through <<You>>, everyone Entropy manipulated is coming together to undermine him.
Lorithia: Erebus, Tralin, Falerin, yourself... And I believe there's one more victim. This reckoning belongs to all of you.
Karuna: Are you completely sure that Falerin's intervention will stop Entropy, then? If YOU can't help because you're split into so many points of the timeline at once, what can he do?
Lorithia: Falerin has his own responsibilities, and can only spare as much power as a demigod might have... For our matters. For self-defense? For *payback*? Oh, our Chosen will have a LOT of help.
Karuna: If you're that certain... Alright. Then what happens to me?
Lorithia: Now that you've given us the information we were missing... Well, we will still need help with the children until we have cleaned up after Entropy. But I've already decided where to send you.
The'Galin: Vandar. Somewhere where you'll struggle to revolt against us, but where a revolutionary heart will find exile and purpose to be one and the same. The roles have reversed throughout its history...
Lorithia: ...Well, we don't need to give a lecture. It's enough to say that the right woman in the right place might just keep history from repeating itself. We'll help you with YOUR children, mind...
Lorithia: Who knows? Perhaps you'll see $him again. Hopefully that won't come to blows.
Karuna: *Vandar*?! I'll have to teach the kids so much about being careful there... Entropy had better be getting knocked around by my traps right now, because I need to give *someone* a concussion for this.





100%


Entropy reaches the Deep alone, walking towards a cliff edge.

Entropy: Out of the haze at last... What. This is The Deep, it *has* to be, but where is the energy...? There's no way you can be done. It doesn't look like you even started... KARUNA! Where are you hiding?!

Entropy stops at the right edge of the scene, looking off into the mist.

Life becomes faintly visible behind a column. The player character enters.

<<You>>: Prince Drakath... And here I was seeing Tralin's point in not suspecting you. Nowhere left to run, "Entropy".
Entropy: ...You should be less than nothing. A fading memory.
Entropy: No matter. Have you killed Karuna already, then? You must have, you couldn't hide the orbs from me. No matter, no... matter... I'm already here. I'll figure something out. But you? YOU?
Entropy: If the gods are really so sentimental that they'd waste energy on bringing you back when they should focus on me...

Entropy drops off the cliff, reentering in dragon form.

ENTROPY: THEN I WILL BREAK THEIR HEARTS ONE MORE TIME BEFORE THEIR REIGN ENDS.

Entropy raises a gauntleted claw, which crackles but fails to cause an effect. Focused on the hero, he doesn't notice Life.

ENTROPY: HOW ARE YOU INTERFERING WITH THE ORB?!
<<You>>: You've been very clever. Surely you don't expect me to gloat. No, you're too much of a threat. I'm putting an end to your schemes. *Now*.
ENTROPY: YOU'VE COST ME *ONE* ADVANTAGE. CONGRATULATIONS. YOU CAN NOW SETTLE FOR DEATH.

BOSS BATTLE: ENTROPY
Full heal

Life: Those threads of uncreation mana are getting harder to keep up with...! If Entropy gets the upper hand...
<<You>>: He'll uncreate me again, I know! Here I go again!
ENTROPY: THERE YOU ARE. I SUSPECTED IT HAD TO BE YOU, FACELESS. BUT ONLY ONE OF YOU? JUST WAIT UNTIL I'M RID OF THIS HUMAN... NO WINGED APE WILL SAVE YOU, NO... COLD...

Twig enters, moving up to Life, and Drakath arrives next to the Chosen.

Twig: Hiyas! We found Pwince!

Twig is replaced by Peace.

<<You>>: Wait, Drakath?! Entropy looked just like you...
ENTROPY: YOU! HOW CAN YOU EVEN STAND... AH... *YOU* ARE THE REASON MY STRENGTH FADES.
<<You>>: What's going on here?
Drakath: Long story! Only just realized it myself. Diviara used the Cold to make me let go of my hatred... And Erebus interfered. I thought I'd given in and released that hatred... But it refused to release *me*!
ENTROPY: YOU'VE DISCOVERED OUR CONNECTION FAR TOO LATE. I'VE PLUMBED YOUR MIND OF EVERYTHING I NEED. WHAT YOU WERE TOO SOFT TO RECLAIM, I WILL AVENGE.
Drakath: I thought I was sick, or cursed. It was you all along. Spying on Tralin through me. <<You>>, let me help. If I can get one good hit in, I could use our connection to weaken him as he did me!
<<You>>: Prince, you look like you can barely stand...
Drakath: I'm stealing back enough strength to fight! Let me finish this.
ENTROPY: POOR, DESPERATE VESTIGE. I DON'T EVEN NEED TO UNCREATE YOU. *DIE*.

Checkpoint with gear locker. Fleeing returns the player here, with the option to retreat from the quest. Options:

Fight Beside Drakath: Drakath has fainted whenever Entropy raged, and grown stronger when the dragon rested! He can exploit that connection to weaken this dangerous enemy for you! (Normal fight. WARNING: Dismissing Drakath increases difficulty!)
This option adds the Drakath guest. Fleeing, dying, or winning the fight, removes him.
Fight Alone: Drakath looks wounded and tired. Entropy must have been draining more than the power they unknowingly shared. Buy him time to build up strength and strike when it counts! (CHALLENGE MODE)

BOSS BATTLE: ENTROPY
(Final version)
Full heal




After the battle, the player character leaves Entropy staggered.

<<You>>: Drakath, NOW!

Drakath runs in to stab at Entropy. Entropy tries to raise a glowing right claw, instinctively protecting himself with the orb. The strike goes through Entropy's claw, sending the Orb flying off the cliff.

Life: I can't reach it!

The orb touches the green energy in the background and is violently consumed. As the reservoir of energy is annihilated, a green flash covers the shaking screen.

ENTROPY: NO!

Cut to a view of Lore from space, with auroras spreading all over it.






The player character and Drakath are left alone in The Deep, in front of Entropy's unconscious body. Falerin enters behind them.

Falerin: Is everyone alright?
<<You>>: I think so. What just happened?!
Falerin: ...I believe that the Orb was hurled into The Deep while Entropy was trying to summon all of the energy he hadn't unleashed yet. Creation and Uncreation mana don't cancel each other out. The reaction is...
Falerin: Violent. Very violent. The Orb is gone, and the Deep was almost destroyed in the blast. I barely managed to protect you all... but I couldn't contain the Creation mana as well. It burst out into the world.
Falerin: The best case scenario... If it somehow reached the ley lines despite this place being cut off from them... I don't know.
Falerin: I understand the phenomenon, mind, but it's unpredictable. Creation mana driven out of control, flowing into the world like this... It could cause intense magical events for years to come. As to what exactly...
Falerin: It depends on how well each ley line filters the magic. Wild, irreversible changes throughout the world could just as easily lead to beneficial effects as they could unleash terrible dangers across Lore.

Entropy's eyes open.

Falerin: Ah. You're conscious. Good. As I recall, you killed my avatar. Entropy, do me a favor. Imagine what a God of Evil's retribution must be like, when they have to make it quick. How terribly painful it must be.

Falerin moves over to Entropy.

Falerin: Do you have a mental image? Good. Don't bother screaming. I won't give you the satisfaction of final words. Instead, let me show you how your imagination really cannot do my wrath justice...

Entropy stiffens, then carbonizes and disintegrates. Tralin and Twig enter from the right.

Tralin: That was... grisly. Definitive, though?
Falerin: A thousand times over. Though in truth, he deserved worse. Entropy had hurt and killed those dear to me like few others. He also put me in a position that the Caelestian pantheon will not tolerate further.
Falerin: My apologies if anybody present was eager to do the honors, but I could not wait any longer... Killing him had become a diplomatic obligation of sorts. ...Ah, but that's a matter for later. How are you two holding up?
Drakath: I... I don't know. A burden is lifted, but I don't know what to do without it. I can still feel hate; I hated Entropy. But that all-consuming hatred that Entropy was? I didn't let go of it willingly. I was made to do it.
Drakath: I know that emotion was manipulated as well, but... It started with my choices. I *know* I've done wrong. Then I was enslaved, and killed, and freed, and bound again... Over and over again, and I...!
Drakath: I need time. Now that I'm finally alone in my own head... I need time to figure out what to feel responsible for. How to handle gratitude for one I vividly remember killing me. I'll... manage. How about you? Falling over yet?
<<You>>: I'm alive for now. Glad you're on the road to feeling like yourself again. It'll be difficult, but we'll be there for you. I feel like the future isn't hanging from a thread anymore. But I don't know what kind of life awaits us now...

Splash screen with the words THE END, with a nearly invisible IS JUST BEGINNING showing up for a moment before cutting to the shop.


Post #: 178
5/27/2026 13:49:37   
  Lorekeeper
And Pun-isher

 

Archer Training






Hub Dialogue


Greeting


Standard:

Robina: You'll be able to hit bullseyes with your eyes closed, I can tell. In the meantime, are you here to practice or hang out?

Level 105 and class mastered:

Robina: Well then, look who came to see me practice! Come on in, let's get some arrows and memories flying.

Class Quests


If Class level = 0

Robina: Hello! Welcome to my range. I heard you were looking into taking up archery for your adventures. Did my invitation pique that interest?
<<You>>: You shot your invitation into the notice for the Guardians' archery course. From inside their tower. While I was reading it. If nothing else, I know you're bold and a really good shot.
<<You>>: Is that how you invite all students?
Robina: Only the ones named <<You>>.
<<You>>: Well, that's flattering. I think.
Robina: Don't get me wrong, I think the Guardians have great tutors. But you're not just looking to learn to hold a line, shoot from a wall, or take up war archery. Fighting out in the wild takes very different skills.
Robina: I wanted to make sure you'd learn what works out there. I can teach you to shoot, sure, but I can also teach you what to do when things go wrong while you're nocking an arrow, loading a bolt, and so on.
Robina: Because things WILL go wrong sometimes. Spells, elementals, enchanted armor, great beasts, they can mess up your shots. You won't find much better than a Ranger to prepare you to deal with that chaos.
Robina: So, are you interested?
<<You>>: You bet.

If class level is 1 through 4:

Robina: There's the star pupil! That's enough practice for now. Let's get out there and put you through something educational.

Class level 5:

Robina: Looking to reminisce over old training stories? Sure thing.


Class Gear


(After closing the shop)
Robina: I've found and fixed up a good amount of beginner gear over time. Hopefully you can make some of it work for you.


Master Archer Gear

(Requires level 105 and maximum level in this class)

Robina: It's nice to see you at the range, <<You>>. I'm glad you made time to visit.
<<You>>: Hey there, Robina. I'm surprised these targets do anything for you, with all the crazy things we've been dealing with. I guess you wouldn't be the archery master if you didn't practice all the time, though.
Robina: Exactly. There's always something you won't have time to practice while adventuring. You can't let your body forget hard-earned lessons. I'm glad you still get it. Speaking of which, I'm not *the* master.
<<You>>: What do you mean?
Robina: You're practicing all the time too, in your own way. And you're way above the simple tricks I taught you back when you were just starting out. You always use the basics, but you've made your own style.
Robina: You're a master Archer now. And since I thought you should look the part, I had something commissioned for you. Here, take a look.

Text box next to the last bubble and the shop button:

quote:

Master Class armors are high level armors with a unique style. They're not a replacement for higher tier classes, but elite standalone armors with upgraded copies of a few skills from the original class. A Master armor isn't a class, but a powerful reward for mastering the original class and reaching a high level-- Revisiting the style and the strongest skills at your current power. The basic tricks of your original training are beneath an expert adventurer, but a hero like you can make the best skills shine again as proof of their mastery.

Master Archer features the Special Arrows and Per My Last Arrow skills, with no title requirement.


After closing the shop:
Robina: I hope that serves you well. Remember that you're always welcome to hang out here.

If requirements aren't met:
Robina: I've been thinking about putting some better gear together for a while, but I haven't had time to figure it out. Stop by my shop if you need other gear for now, but we can talk about this later.
Popup: The Master Class shop requires a fully leveled base class and a level 105 character

Become an Archer/Restore Archer Title



Robina: I'm guessing you're tired of throwing swords around and want to practice being an actual Archer again? Let's do this, we'll make a master of you yet.
(Become an Archer/Back)
Robina: Alright! You're ready to be an Archer now!


Reset Levels


Robina: So you want to go through the whole training course again? Sure, I've got time for you. We'll find any bad habits or rust and shake them right off. There's no backing out of starting over, though. Ready?
  • Let's start over / Not right now.

    Archer Explanation


    Robina: There's a lot more to being an archer than trying to rain projectiles on the enemy. Archery as an adventurer is a whole other world. If you thought leading moving targets and figuring out the wind was tricky...
    Robina: Even though experienced adventurers wind up adding magic weapons to their tricks, you still need to have a whole new set of skills.
    Robina: Archers out there have to learn to be constantly aware of how their shots will be affected. You need to learn to shoot all manner of different foes, a lot of which are too tough for different projectiles.
    Robina: You have to keep it together and line up shots when you need cover, when you lose sight of your target, when your allies run into your line, and when dealing with different wild or magical enemies.
    Robina: All while knowing that something WILL get too close to shoot sometimes, and it's up to you to figure out what to do when it happens. I favor knuckles, myself, but I digress. All of that starts with one skill:
    Robina: Staying calm and paying attention. No matter how chaotic it gets. Master that, and you might just have the makings of a full blown Ranger.

    Text box next to the last bubble: Text box next to the last bubble: Archer is a beginner class with an introduction to defensive mechanics. Low level Archers should strictly use Ranged weapons and focus stat points on DEX. Master Archers use a Fully Defensive lean, and should ideally use bows.



    Quest Menu

    Class Training


    Mouseover Text: Go on a random mission to increase your Archer level!

    If Archer level = 0, play this dialogue when clicking on Archer Training. Otherwise, skip to the scroll.

    Robina: It looks like you're a good shot, but the only good place to develop the skills and attention you need is right where you'll need them most. So, it's time to do what you do best, but my way.
    <<You>>: What are we going after, then?
    Robina: We'll focus on problems making life harder for the smaller, poorer communities. There are three main threats that keep them from building up and fending for themselves, and they need our attention.
    Robina: The first is bigger creatures. Monsters have been migrating east for many years, threatening people and forest creatures alike. Marauders cast out by giantkind and others make just as much noise.
    Robina: If you thought troll barbarians sounded like trouble, we've got a few dozen bandits of our own for every one of them. That's the second problem, and it's a fast growing one..
    Robina: Bandits used to be very organized around these parts, until the Guardians scattered them. They've been forming big clans again, which makes them bolder... But also gives us figureheads to take down.
    Robina: The third... Well, we'll get to that one. For now, have a look at these bounties. Let's consider them your exams. It'll be fun! And dangerous. And dirty. But mostly fun.

    From the Rich to the Poo (Level 5 quest)


    Robina: I'm running out of tricks to teach you, <<You>>. You're figuring some things out before I have a chance to explain them. We've got to test your timing and draw speed against multiple threats, though.
    Robina: I've got just the occasion in mind for you to learn to track your targets for consecutive shots. It's time to get to work on that third menace I'd mentioned.
    Robina: There was a great tragedy before you came to Battleon. Many people lost their homes - Lost everything. They made their way here to start over. A lot of people became heroes back then. Sacrificed...
    Robina: ...Sorry. Those were dark times, but there were always those helping. Unfortunately, there were also people who had every chance to help and did worse than nothing. People like "Baroness" Odeille.
    <<You>>: I've never even heard of a barony around these parts.
    Robina: Right. She's an old noble. Milked her grieving widow reputation for everything it was worth to get people to think her donations to the Guardians made her better than her late husband. Then trouble came.
    Robina: When calamity was at her doorstep, she had the resources to transport enough people and food to keep a village afloat. But no. She saved her GOLD, and posted guards at her home.
    Robina: Didn't want anyone to squat there for safety before she came back. And now she's throwing that gold around to try and buy farmland around Battleon, after driving farmers out of business herself.
    Robina: Bandits are going to have their eyes on that trade, and they've already been hitting farmers so badly that they can't get their manure to the fields. I say we solve three problems with one shot. Or a lot of 'em.
    <<You>>: Bandits, manure, and robber barons? Oh, I have GOT to see what you've got in mind.
    Robina: Fair warning, I did tell you that this was going to be dirty work. Let's go.



    Class Training

    Scroll: Bounty! A reward is offered for proof of the defeat of the <outlaw/creature> known as <boss name>, who is to be punished for heinous crimes including <crime>.

    Enemy pool: Two boss pools: Outlaw and creature. Both are biased towards Earth creatures, with the latter emphasizing large creatures such as behemoths and trolls.

    Stat roll A DEX roll titled "Opening strike!" to compete with the boss for a small damage and status potency bonus for one turn..
    Name pools:

    Outlaw
    [
    "Steve"
    "Chunk the Cattlebiter"
    "Hogwild the Wild Hog"
    "Impact"
    "The Chin"
    "Slathermore"
    "Bullwhiskers"
    "Mullet Lord, Haberdasher's Bane"
    "Desperate Vohd"
    "Stickup"
    "Vasco the Auger"
    "Prince-Eater"
    "Tarnished Sully"
    "Trollrender"
    "Goldtoe"
    "Bloodletter Nillen"
    "Arrowsnapper"
    "Ogrebutter"
    "Shiv-Singer"
    "Stabfellow"
    ]
    
    

    Creature
    [
    "Pompom the Southern Terror"
    "Tower-Step"
    "Steve"
    "Eenie"
    "Meenie"
    "Minie"
    "The Denier"
    "Howler in the Fane"
    "Six Feet Anders"
    "The Collector"
    "Shiverspine"
    "Lord Moglinberry"
    "Charnel-Born"
    "Duchess"
    "Scorn"
    "Brutal Mercy"
    "Hairy Teeth"
    "Chattermaw"
    "Mungrellan"
    "Siege of One"
    ]
    
    


    Crime
    [
    "Doing crime"
    "Clogging every single outhouse in Ashenvale in one day then turning to self-exile and banditry rather than admitting to having made poor dietary choices"
    "Cattle theft"
    "Harassing farmers"
    "Extensive vandalism"
    "Encouraging Kosefira's yodeling"
    "Street violence"
    "Road robbery"
    "Arson, murder, and pouring the milk before the cereal"
    "Being Steve"
    "Pretending to be Steve"
    "Attempting to teach trolls to run bridge rackets, and assuming the title of 'Regional Bridge Manager'"
    "Singing several rounds of '99 bottles' while keeping others waiting at the latrine"
    "Assaulting caravans"
    "Threatening to get citizens retconned and demanding protection money"
    "Protecting a bandit outpost"
    "Farm invasion"
    "Impersonating Guardians"
    "Medicine shipment theft"
    "Attempting to shave Yulgar in his sleep"
    ]
    
    
  • Post #: 179
    5/27/2026 13:49:56   
      Lorekeeper
    And Pun-isher

     

    From the Rich to the Poo

    Archer Level 5 Quest





    A caravan with a fancy central wagon is stopped at a forest-side trail that has been blocked by a stuck, overly stacked dung cart.

    (From the curtained window) Baroness Odeille: And the ones responsible for this miserable stench aren't anywhere in sight?
    Guard Captain: No, ma'am. It looks like a wheel got stuck and the iron coupling broke when they pulled at it, so they must've gone to get some tools.
    (From the curtained window) Baroness Odeille: There will have to be some proper transports as soon as these people are out of my hair. Well, if you're sure this isn't some fit of mischief from the farmhands, get it out of the way.
    Guard Captain: This looks like a real accident. I wouldn't put it past actual bandits to take advantage, though. Ugh, let's move it before my nose scrunches up into my brain.





    Robina and the player character are tracking through the woods.

    Robina: This doesn't seem right... There are too many tracks for the farmers, and it doesn't look like the horses were taken back where they came from.
    <<You>>: Ah nuts, they're about to get going, too. Whoa, I hear a lot of movement.

    The farmer falls from the tree.

    (offscreen) Bandits: I told you! When bait falls on your lap, go fishing. Get in there!

    Robina: Ah crud. Stick to the plan! Hit the bandits and then work on the distraction! I'll help the farmers, deal with the others, and then help you.
    <<You>>: Wait, I'm alone for the distraction? Oh boy, I'll have to be fast.




    Back to the initial scene. Bandits enter from all directions.

    Guard: Gah, I knew it. Had to get a stench strong enough to mask your own, eh? To arms!

    FOUR BATTLES: Outlaws. Heal every two.

    Only the main guard remains standing. The player character enters.

    <<You>>: Whew, that's the last of them. Hey, can you still move?
    Guard Captain: Lords, I'm going to hurl again... Alright, I'm done being nice. One last bandit left. Let's get this over with before I remember my dinner.
    <<You>>: Hold up, I'm not a bandit!
    Guard Captain: You're in the thick of an ambush, and you sure stink like a bandit!
    <<You>>: Everything stinks here, you dilwod! I've been trying to help-
    Guard Captain: Stop talking and fall over!

    BATTLE: Guard (2)

    Full heal.

    BOSS BATTLE: Guard Captain

    The captain is now knocked over as well.

    <<You>>: *sigh* That saves me work, at least. Aaand she's still dealing with the other bandits. Alright... here but for the grace of the gods go I.

    Fade to black.

    Guard: Oh sweet mercy!
    Bandit: Run away!
    Bandit: IT'S IN MY EYES.





    After some time passes, the wagons are now thoroughly soiled with manure. A voice can be heard from the formerly-fancy lead wagon.

    Baroness Odeille: How disgraceful. I'll be taking my gold somewhere where the commoners don't leave brigand-riddled roads blocked.

    The farmers enter from the right.

    Farmer: I want to say good riddance, but people are going to be mad at that deal not going through. Oh, you there! Thank you so much for helping!

    Robina and the player character enter from the left.

    <<You>>: Don't mention it. Is everyone okay?
    Farmer: We'll be fine now. We've still got to get this to the fields, though... Not that we're going to make it in time for the day's work now.
    Robina: I wouldn't worry about that if I were you. The roads are clearly not safe today; you should go back while we go alert the guardians that bandits were hiding near the outermost farms.
    Robina: Make sure nobody got roughed up too badly, then check your cart. Wouldn't put it past those bandits to break it for a laugh.
    Farmer: Oh, that'd be mean. Alright... I don't like being a day behind, but you've got the right idea. See you around!

    The farmers leave with their cart.

    Robina: The switch went well, right?
    <<You>>: Everything went as you asked. Except the part about you helping me.
    Robina: Yeah... Heh... Sorry about that... You passed with flying colors, though!
    <<You>>: What held you up?
    Robina: Someone had to keep the farmers' eyes away from you so they wouldn't notice the surprise...
    <<You>>: You were back there, keeping the farmers hidden for that long?
    Robina: Well, I had to evaluate your aim, too! ...Alright, alright, I was dying laughing! You got me!
    <<You>>: Not yet I didn't!
    Robina: Oh, you're not throwing anything at me.

    Robina leaves.

    <<You>>: Get back here, you! I'll need to bathe for a DAY!

    The player character follows. Fade to black.



    Post #: 180
    5/27/2026 13:51:25   
      Lorekeeper
    And Pun-isher

     

    Fighter Hub





    Introduction Splash

    quote:

    Many adventurers start and end their careers by meeting Blackhawke. The gruff, unkempt mentor turns down a lot of would-be adventurers, often just from hearing the reason they want to learn to do battle. Pupils are perpetually exhausted and confused by his... unconventional methods, but those that don't flunk out go on to become some of the best fighters out there. Hearing about this, you have to know what it's all about.

    You're handy with a weapon, but it's a tough world out there. Whether you're just getting started, or adding melee combat to your existing repertoire, your career of professionally getting into trouble would look a lot brighter... If you can get Blackhawke to make time for you.




    Hub Dialogue


    Greeting


    Standard:

    Blackhawke: Let's see, what needs to be hit in the face today?

    Master Class requirements met:

    Blackhawke: Well, I'll be a zard's dentist. Looks like I've got myself a distinguished guest here.

    Class Quests


    If Class level = 0

    Blackhawke: There you are! Alright, pack your stuff, let's go. Better bring extra rations, there ain't no schedules in my field trips.
    <<You>>: Wait, what? Field trip? You might have the wrong adventurer, I'm here to ask about train-
    Blackhawke: Right. Introductions. <<You>>, Blackhawke. Blackhawke, <<You>>. Yes, you can train with me. Pack up, kiddo, we're starting now. You can't learn what you're looking for in a fighting pit.
    <<You>>: Well, I do want to get better at fighting people too, but... Fair, it's not like we've got a member of every species to practice with.
    Blackhawke: Exactly! But wouldn't THAT be something? An all-species fighting club. If you can use your head, you're invited to bash ours. Eh, not good at pitches. I'll figure it out some day. Anyways, it's simple.
    Blackhawke: I know you've got talent, and if you already know I'm the guy to get a new head basher's adventuring life started. I'll show you what it's all about, and If my method works for you, keep coming along.
    <<You>>: Is your method going out and picking fights?
    Blackhawke: Basically. ...What? It's not like there's a shortage of things that need a pummeling. You need to experience *why* different gear works for different fights, not just hear about it. Let's go.

    If class level is 1 through 4:

    Blackhawke: I'm a businessman, <<You>>, and the Blackhawke family venture is whipping adventurers into fighting shape like nobody else can. So. Let's get down to business.

    Class level 5:

    Blackhawke: We've had some good times. I'm not much for weepy reminiscing, but the stuff we got up to? Solid gold. Here, have a hot mug and let's share some memories.

    Class Gear


    Blackhawke: I'll cover survival gear for lessons, but if you want some tools of the trade that you can take with you, I've got some stuff for sale. You find a lot of fixer-upper gear out there.

    Exiting the shop:

    Blackhawke: You'll put together a better kit over time, but feel free to come back while this is still useful. I'll always keep some stock handy for you.


    Master Fighter Gear

    (Requires level 105 and maximum level in this class)
    Blackhawke: Hey there, kiddo. Long time no see. Don't suppose you hit your head really hard and need to take the basic lessons all over again.
    <<You>>: You taught me a little better than that.
    Blackhawke: So I did. Can't take much credit, though. I've been keeping up with all the crazy stuff you get up to, when I'm not around to see it myself. You took my lessons and ran with 'em. Just kept getting better.
    <<You>>: I've learned a lot, sure, but there isn't a single trick out there that comes up more than the basics. Sure, there's some magical weapons that need their own technique to wield, but outside of that?
    <<You>>: It's practice that keeps me alive a lot of the time. Whenever something new pops up and nothing I've been doing works, having something to fall back on lets me think on my feet and come out ahead.
    Blackhawke: That's exactly right. I'm even more glad you're visiting now. Saves me a trip. See, there's a bit of a family tradition my pops passed down, for when your kid's all grown up and turned into a master.
    Blackhawke: Me, I'm not much for kids of my own these days. Wouldn't ask them to take up the family business anyways. But I don't think pops would mind one bit if I gave this to you instead. Here, take a look.

    Text box next to the last bubble and the shop button:

    quote:

    Master Class armors are high level armors with a unique style. They're not a replacement for higher tier classes, but elite standalone armors with upgraded copies of a few skills from the original class. A Master armor isn't a class, but a powerful reward for mastering the original class and reaching a high level-- Revisiting the style and the strongest skills at your current power. The basic tricks of your original training are beneath an expert adventurer, but a hero like you can make the best skills shine again as proof of their mastery.

    Master Fighter features the Second Wind and Overwhelm skills, with no title requirement.


    After closing the shop:
    Blackhawke: Don't worry if this gets too torn up out there, I can fix up a new one for you if you can get me some materials and gold to cover the artisans' fees.

    If requirements aren't met:
    Blackhawke: You're not as green as other apprentices I've had, kiddo, so you could handle some better gear. But before we look into the really special stuff, we'll need to get some experience in your ledger.
    Popup: The Master Class shop requires a fully leveled base class and a level 105 character
    Become a Fighter/Restore Fighter Class


    Blackhawke: So you want to focus on training with me again? Sure thing. I'll spread the word that you're my student, that'll get you in so much trouble that you'll have plenty of practice material to get caught up.

    Reset Levels


    Blackhawke: Now that's what I like to hear! There's no shame in having a good ol' review. It's great for your skills. My best students have all taken it from the top at least once. Got rusty, or had an injury to adapt to.
    Blackhawke: Besides, I've gotten a lot better myself since my last generation of students. Ready to start over? There's no shortcuts if you go for it, we're going back to the start and doing the whole lesson again.
  • Let's start over / Not right now.


    Fighter Explanation


    Blackhawke: I don't have to explain what a fighter is; it's in the name. But, yeah, you've got a point. I do things pretty differently, it's worth breaking that down before I just drag you along.
    Blackhawke: I'll teach you forms, exercise, all that and the usual routine. That's VERY important, and don't let anybody tell you otherwise, kiddo. If you want to be good, you'll NEVER stop doing those.
    Blackhawke: But I'm going to get you some practical experience while we do it, to make sure you don't build an ironclad habit and THEN start running into critters and conditions that it doesn't work out for.
    Blackhawke: So a fighter from MY style learns how to work with the exceptions before they're too set in their ways. Different people already have different moves. Different monsters? A whole other world, kiddo.
    Blackhawke: We've also got to get you used to long battles in awkward places. Caves, swamps, heights, if you try to move the same way everywhere, you'll pass out before you even get in a fight.
    Blackhawke: Learn that and you'll be able to steadily turn almost any fight around. So we're going to get out there and get in all sorts of trouble. Then you'll take notes. I'm no scholar, but it's good for your memory.

    Text box next to the last bubble: Fighter is a beginner class with an introduction to warrior mechanics. Low level fighters should strictly use melee weapons and focus their stat points on STR. Master Fighters use the riskier Full Offensive lean.



    Quest Menu

    Class Training


    Mouseover Text: Go on a random mission to increase your Fighter level!

    If Class level = 0, play this dialogue when clicking on Fighter Training. Otherwise, skip to the scroll.

    Blackhawke: Alright, are you done packing? Yes, no, it doesn't matter, we're going out now. I've got to teach you to fight when you're unprepared too.
    <<You>>: Wait, what?
    Blackhawke: What, do you think real enemies are going to politely wait while you take half an hour to doff plate armor and even more time to change into something else?
    Blackhawke: ... Don't answer that. Anyways, here's a present for you. I've got a notebook for you to keep a journal of our lessons. Wizards use this real resistant paper, Warlic goes through CARTS of the stuff.
    Blackhawke: It's the one crutch I'm giving you, kiddo. Take notes of what we're up against, and we'll go over what you learned afterwards.

    An Axe to Grind (Level 5 Quest)


    Blackhawke: I'll be honest, kiddo, you've just about outgrown my lessons. Especially with all that you get up to between lessons, you're racking up the kind of experience others take years to achieve.
    Blackhawke: For now, though, there's one more lesson I'd like to see you handle. Just had a convenient opportunity for it land on my lap, too; I got a message through Yulgar just now that you might be interested in.
    Blackhawke: There's an old friend of mine stopping by, name of Zhilo. Calls himself the Axemaster. We used to roam together a long while ago. Fighting monsters, taking bandit bounties, getting into brawls...
    Blackhawke: You know, the usual light weekend stuff. Haven't heard from him since we had to stop.
    <<You>>: You sound like you had a lot of fun with him. Though, I've never heard of him, and neither of us have run into him... Did he have to take a break or something?
    Blackhawke: Heh. Nah. It's a little more complicated than that. You're more of the helpful type of adventurer. I was a little more specialized: Find trouble, beat up said trouble. No socialization involved.
    Blackhawke: More time to work on my skills. Zhilo was even more single-minded. Never cared for variety. He designed an axe for tough hide and focused on becoming the best warrior he could be with it.
    Blackhawke: We were best buds, along with Galanoth, but he was all about the frontier life... And I had to stay here. My pops had passed away. I took charge of his apprentices, then just sort of kept finding more.
    <<You>>: I'm sorry to hear that.
    Blackhawke: Don't be. He went out the way he'd have wanted to. Pa and I weren't much for words, and weren't on the best of terms, but we knew we cared.
    Blackhawke: Anyways. Zhilo's stirring up the local fighters, and that'll help me set up a test about chaotic fights. Facing groups, long bouts... It'll help to have it all in one place. Let's go see what he's up to.




    Class Training

    The first result of the scroll determines the background for the random leveling quest.

    Journal Page: Today's lesson: Blackhawke is leading a trip to the <caves/mountains/swamp> for the next lesson. When we get back, I've got an exam: I've been challenged by the <monster/marauder> known as <Boss Name> and their cronies. I'm supposed to fight them and their cronies to prove I've learned <Lesson>

    Enemy pool: Two pools - outlaws and varied monsters with a bias for ice.


    Barge in!
    Description: Make a forceful entrance to push your enemy into the backfoot! Can you knock the wind out of them before they can brace for your attacks?
    Stat roll STR check to decide between the enemy having Choke or Eleshield for their first turn.


    Name pools:

    Boss Name
    [
    "Steve",
    "Decapitator Jane",
    "Lederhosen Leonard",
    "Princess",
    "The Milkman",
    "The Meat Man",
    "The Blood Widow",
    "Matron Unbroken",
    "Garsnel Silverfist",
    "Frostbride",
    "White Knuckle",
    "Baron Miscout",
    "Axe Broker",
    "Deep Friar",
    "Road Reaper",
    "Tyrr Shadespot",
    "Alexis the Moglin Shaver",
    "Havoc Runner",
    "Coinsplitter",
    "Golden Misery",
    ]
    
    


    Lesson
    [
    "to stretch before and after every fight.",
    "to assume every mime is swinging around invisible weapons so I don't regret it when it actually happens.",
    "how to tell when an enemy skipped leg day and make them run too much.",
    "how to manually reorganize an enemy's muscle groups.",
    "to prioritize taking down Steve whenever possible. Apparently it's a matter of principle.",
    "what to do when bandits and talking monsters break into a musical number while attacking me.",
    "who took Blackhawke's moglinberry brew and made them pay. Wait, that's not a lesson.",
    "to interrupt monologuing villains with incredible violence.",
    "to make enemies hear boss music when I hit them. Blackhawke won't explain what that means until I do it.",
    "to hit an enemy with another enemy without throwing my back in the process.",
    "that lifting with your legs and not your back can be the difference between life and being folded like laundry.",
    "to time my high carb meals with my battles.",
    "to flatten the enemy leader, refuse to elaborate, and leave.",
    "to save some strength in case of being forced into a nonsensical challenge when I was expecting to rest.",
    "to find ways to force enemies to fight me one by one.",
    "what to do when your opponent starts advertising their spicy romance novel.",
    "different forms for fighting enemies with odd limbs or weapons.",
    "proper footwork against different kinds of threats.",
    "how to make a terrible pun at just the right time to make an enemy lower their guard.",
    "bare-knuckle ventriloquism."
    ]
    
    
  • Post #: 181
    5/27/2026 13:52:01   
      Lorekeeper
    And Pun-isher

     

    An Axe to Grind (Fighter Class Quest)





    Sif-Hu, a partially armored Drakel, awaits at the now crowded combat practice area of the training camp. Blackhawke and the player character enter.

    ???: Blackhawke! Long time no see. Brought your newest pupil to Zhilo's "party"? Or are you two here to mop it up?
    Blackhawke: Jeeze, Sif-Hu, you look tougher every time I see you. You're making me look like a slacker here. A little bit of both, probably. <<You>>, you know Sif-Hu already, right?
    <<You>>: ...Not by name. Or by voice. Nice to properly meet you -- I don't think I eever heard you say a single word in all that combat practice.
    Sif-Hu: Hah! Well, they don't pay me enough to talk. I'm there to help the lot of you practice. If they want me to put on a show, they'll need to shell out a lot more gold. Or Uldor's going to have to call in another favor.
    <<You>>: Just what kind of favor gets a guy like you to move to Battleon to get wailed on by adventurers all morning?
    Sif-Hu: Ah, that's a long story. The gist of it is that I'm from a place in Vandar where people have some violent ideas about this place. My family bought into that nastiness. Couldn't get through to them. I had to go.
    Sif-Hu: Turns out my daughter had a change of heart. Uldor had a vision about her trying to leave, and helped me get her out through Rhubarb. She's an adventurer now. Right mean with a sword! Or a lot of 'em.
    Sif-Hu: Anyways... Care to handle this Zhilo business? I don't mind sticking around to make sure these kids keep it clean, but this party's way behind schedule, and I have to have lunch some day.
    Blackhawke: Yeah, we got it. Don't got all day myself... When did Zhilo start acting like some celebrity, anyways? Alright, <<You>>, there's one reliable way to make an overcrowded fighting ring disperse.
    <<You>>: I get the impression I'm about to break a lot of fight club etiquette.
    Blackhawke: You just did! Might as well go all the way now. I'll keep the others off of you. I want you to find the four toughest looking hopefuls and take on them one after the other, don't stop to rest.
    <<You>>: Wait, what?
    Blackhawke: You won't always get to stop and catch your breath every couple of fights. This is your chance to show me what you've learned: Don't go all out and get winded, try to save some strength. Go on!

    FOUR BATTLES: Warrior-themed enemies, excluding male Umazen. 0.5 power, heal after the fourth. Enemies have penalized initiative and are renamed "Pit Fighter", with the description: "A rowdy fighter from an impromptu ring run by Zhilo that is definitely overstaying its welcome! You've fast tracked it to the semifinals, and the four top fighters are lined up to beat you up for it!"




    With Sif-Hu gone, Zhilo greets Blackhawke and the player character.

    Zhilo: Wow. Way to make an entrance, junior. Fashionably late, and sending your student to show everyone up. I'm impressed.
    Zhilo: It's been a while! We have a little bit before the next fight, we have GOT to catch up. You still getting pulled around by the arm by that southern belle from the mountains, eh 'Blackheart'?
    Blackhawke: Er... No, that went farther south after our trip to Thunder Mountain. Seeing what it's like nowadays left her a little... Off.
    Zhilo: I'm sure you were the tact master and didn't mess that up one bit. Sorry, that came out mean. And it's not like I get to say anything. People only want me for my skills. Anyways! This is the new warrior? Hello!
    <<You>>: Hello. I'm <<You>>.
    Zhilo: Nice to meet you! I'm sure Blackhawke told you all about me. It's all true, except the 'accidentally stealing an outhouse' story.
    <<You>>: ...He didn't tell me that one, but now I'm curious.
    Blackhawke: Don't be. Trust me on that one. You won't be able to do your business in town for a month if you hear it. Zhilo, we can hang out later, but what's all this? You didn't say there'd be this much of a mess.
    Zhilo: I may have spread the word that the best warrior on this side of the river was stopping by and looking for talent. Didn't mean to inconvenience old Sif-Hu all morning, but this town has a lot of adventurers!
    Zhilo: I was just looking for a good exercise and some interesting fights. I admit, I *could* get used to the attention... But then I wouldn't be focused. Anyways, I'm intrigued by the fruits of your labor here.
    Blackhawke: Kiddo's got a heck of a future, yeah. I was hoping to use this little event of yours for something of an exam, but this was way too much of a mess.
    Zhilo: ...Heheheh... My bad. Well, you scared off a lot of people by taking down the meanest looking lot, but you can help yourself to the rest. You could set up a class.
    Blackhawke: Eh. No offense, Zhilo, I like a good scrap as much as the old days, but I respect my student's time a little more than that. From what I've seen, there isn't a single fighter left that could challenge...
    <<You>>: You sound like you have another idea that I'm going to catch all the heat for.
    Blackhawke: Absolutely. We can give all of them what they want and test your performance against groups in one go. Remember, wear down one target at a time, make them bump into each other. OI! OVER HERE!

    TWO BATTLES: Pack of two enemies from the prior pool, heal, then pack of 3 enemies, heal.

    Blackhawke: Whew, I almost broke a sweat sending the others packing.
    <<You>>: ...Weren't you supposed to be watching me?
    Blackhawke: I was. I said I ALMOST broke a sweat. And honestly, you--
    Zhilo: That was really cool! Well done! ...And I'm sorry to interrupt, but it looks like we're about to have some crowd problems again.
    <<You>>: Zhilo. We JUST dispersed them.
    Blackhawke: ...What did you do, *buddy*?
    Zhilo: I maaay have promised to fight whoever came out on top of the fighting pit. You know, show them the ropes before I left. You did go and round everyone up just now, though.
    Zhilo: Which is really on me for getting carried away, but you were doing so well! You'd make a great adventurer!
    Blackhawke: ...<<You>> IS an adventurer, Zhilo, and a really good one. This sudden famous warrior thing is so silly... I'd call it here, but this is the kind of thing that gets you ambushed by a bunch of glory hounds.
    Blackhawke: It's really awkward to pit my pupil against an experienced specialist just for show, though.
    Zhilo: Not to worry! I'll get my own star pupil to face yours, and we'll have ourselves a pleased crowd with no awkwardness!

    Zhilo exits stage right.

    Blackhawke: ...Huh. Zhilo's taken to teaching adventurers? Maybe I've been a bit of a jerk. I wonder how--

    Zhilo reenters, wearing a fake black-and-white moustache that matches his hair.

    Zhilo's "Pupil": Hello! I am Milo the Axestudent! Pleased to beat you!

    Ellipsis animates over Blackhawke.

    Blackhawke: Beat him up.
    <<You>>: Yeah.

    BOSS BATTLE: "Milo the Axestudent"
    Description: Violence is rarely the answer, but this time, it's the question. And the answer, on principle, is yes. Keep an eye out for when he prepares a big attack, and try to stop it!

    After the battle, Zhilo is back to his regular form.

    Zhilo: Well then, I almost broke a sweat myself! Unfortunately, I'm going to have to stop you there with a bit of a lesson of my own. You know how you're not supposed to fight on an empty stomach?
    Zhilo: ...Don't get carried away eating either. Oh Lords, please tell me they don't remember me around the outhouses...

    Zhilo flees.

    Blackhawke: ...Serves him right.
    <<You>>: You have interesting friends.
    Blackhawke: You could put it that way. I'm sorry that this went south every step of the way. I'll talk to Zhilo when he's done taking his bruised ego and funnybone to the loo. We can catch up then. For now...
    Blackhawke: Even if the day got derailed, I think I've seen everything I needed to. Look, ki- Hm. Nope.
    Blackhawke: <<You>>? I'm proud of what I see. By my reckoning, you're no student anymore. You sure don't need my lessons. I'd tell you to keep practicing, but I don't think you need the reminder.
    Blackhawke: I'm going to keep an eye on your progress. I'm sure Zhilo will, too. In his own, newly weird way. If you keep going the way you are, you'll be an amazing warrior. In the meantime, it's my treat at Yulgar's.



    Post #: 182
    5/27/2026 13:53:14   
      Lorekeeper
    And Pun-isher

     

    Mage Class Hub




    Introduction Splash

    quote:

    Magic is a vast expanse of knowledge, the exploration of which consumes many ambitious minds in the pursuit of great feats. Most of its specialists have the luxury of years of scholarly preparation before being truly put to the test, but you -- Whether you had this benefit or not -- can't settle for one specialization.

    To practice the many different spells that make an adventurer's life easier, you need a solid grasp on the ones that keep that life from being cut short. Plainly put, the spells that make other people and monsters fall down.

    In Battleon, everyone recommends turning to Warlic to buy such spells. You can think of no better person to point you to a better education as an adventurer and...

    Mage!




    Hub Dialogue


    Greeting


    Standard:

    Warlic: Sorry if I'm a bit frazzled, it's a busy time. Let's see what we have prepared for the next lesson, shall we?

    Master Class requirements met:

    Warlic: Ah, hello there. Let me finish this quickly... You know what? No. It's not important. To be honest, traditional alchemy is mostly just my way of getting away from everything. I'm happy to make time for you.

    Class Quests


    If Class level = 0

    Warlic: Good day, <<You>>. How can I help you?
    <<You>>: Hello, Warlic. I've got a bit of a different request: Do you know where I could go to get some practical lessons as a battle mage?
    Warlic: That's a little broad, but I can think of several places that suit your interests. Ideally, I'd say you should spend some time in Deren, but if you're not looking for a formal education... Hm. That narrows it down.
    Warlic: There aren't many wizards who will offer you an informal education on destructive magic or adventuring utilities without a strict apprenticeship. Even with my recommendation.
    <<You>>: Yeah, I understand. Not everyone would be interested in slowing down their own work for years to take on a random student for a dangerous field.
    Warlic: Well, yes. It's rather difficult to keep up with your peers and projects while also keeping an overeager pupil from combusting. Those peers will also frown on one of them being an irresponsible teacher.
    Warlic: That makes more informal arrangements a little tricky. But in your case... Hm. I could make a few lessons for you to practice. While not a full-blown mentorship, it'd set you in the right direction.
    <<You>>: Wait, what? Yes, that would be great! It's just a surprise that you'd take the time for me. You must have so many things that you're busy with. How often do beginners get to learn from an Archmage?
    Warlic: That's a tricky question in my case. My magical system works very differently to yours, with its own advantages and risks, so the usual definitions don't apply to me. The details are a matter for another day.
    Warlic: However, I recognize another keen learner when I meet one. From what I've learned of you so far, you have a very good instinctive grasp of basic mana dynamics. We can work with that.
    Warlic: Not everyone can buy a set of spell equations and try them out in the field with minimal study. With that edge, I can give you theoretical lessons and help you find expeditions to practice what you learn.
    <<You>>: This sounds great to me, thank you. I can start whenever you want.

    Class level 1 through 4:

    Warlic: Welcome back, <<You>>. How are your studies going? Do you need to review any arcane theory?

    Class level 5:

    Warlic: You're too advanced for our old arrangement; I'll need to refer you to someone else for further arcane studies. However, I can make time if you'd like to reminisce for a bit. We might make a breakthrough.

    Class Gear


    Warlic: You'll eventually be practiced enough to get away with some greater risks in combat, with enchantments designed to aid your spellcasting. For a beginner, though, survival and versatility come first.
    Warlic: If you can provide the funds, I can prepare you a specialized outfit, enchanted to facilitate your practice. It won't be the fanciest of robes, but it's better to look like a street mage and survive than to die posh.

    Master Mage Gear

    (Requires level 105 and maximum level in this class)
    Warlic: It's good to see you, <<You>>. I know you might be here on business, but could you spare a moment?
    <<You>>: For you? Of course, Warlic.
    Warlic: I've been going through enchantment supplies for a while, and I found a spare outfit I had prepared for you back during your lessons. It got me thinking... It's like you just came back from that tower.
    Warlic: And yet your understanding of magic has evolved so much. You're certainly a much more fearsome combatant with it, enough that I'd be wary Sila might regain an interest in your potential.
    Warlic: But I'm proud to have been part of how you became such an accomplished scholar. If life ever gives you enough of a break that you can set up your own workshop, and you want to take that step...
    Warlic: I'm sure that you have everything it takes to become one of the defining minds of your generation. Arcane talent may not seem rare to us, but mastery like yours is a sign of greater feats to come.
    Warlic: ...Which is something I'm sure you're absolutely sick of hearing. You might instead treasure the chances for simpler times. But skill creates demand, and it's hard to pass for a simpler mage.
    Warlic: So I spent some time improving the defensive enchantments on that outfit. It doesn't have the somatic acceleration or metamagical assistance of more intense spellcaster gear, but it will protect you well.
    <<You>>: Thank you, Warlic.

    Text box next to the last bubble and the shop button:

    quote:

    Master Class armors are high level armors with a unique style. They're not a replacement for higher tier classes, but elite standalone armors with upgraded copies of a few skills from the original class. A Master armor isn't a class, but a powerful reward for mastering the original class and reaching a high level-- Revisiting the style and the strongest skills at your current power. The basic tricks of your original training are beneath an expert adventurer, but a hero like you can make the best skills shine again as proof of their mastery.

    Master Mage features the Stone Driver and Lightning Barrage skills, with no title requirement.


    After closing the shop:
    Warlic: If you ever need to fix up or replace that gear, feel free to stop by. I'll always have something special set aside for you. Though I'm sure it'll be more of a wardrobe piece when you fulfill your potential.

    If requirements aren't met:
    Warlic: I've been meaning to work on more advanced gear for you, but haven't had the occasion yet. We can look into it when you're more advanced.
    Popup: The Master Class shop requires a fully leveled base class and a level 105 character

    Become a Mage/Restore Mage Class


    Warlic: Oh? Are you ready to focus on your studies? Believe me, I understand that an adventurer's life involves *many* lengthy interruptions, so it's no offense when you suddenly need to take a break.

    Become a Wizard

    (Requires meeting the Wizard requirements and completion of the Mage class quest)

    Warlic: You've overcome the challenges that limit most modern battle mages. Your understanding of the arcane is evolving enough that I'd like to refer you to a colleague for a much more specialized practice.
    Warlic: I've been corresponding with Jackel Sano about your magical talent and the case of the Silver Tower. He's an expert in planar magic who maintains an outpost in the Ethereal Realm.
    Warlic: He can confirm my theory that what you witnessed at the Silver Tower was the result of dangerous overlap with that dimension -- The kind we'd see if someone tried to force an access point open.
    Warlic: Sano is interested in tracking down Varnak, while I try to find Xarymandias before any sinister influence does. He's also very interested in taking you on as a Wizard apprentice, if you'd like.
  • To the Ethereal Realm!
  • I'm not ready.

    If the class requirement is met, but player level is too low:

    Warlic: I'm still reaching out to colleagues to find leads on the case of the Silver Tower. A number of mages have had to fight Sila, bargain with her, or both. She's a frustrating one to be sure.
    Warlic: It'll take more time to find any accounts that match her possessed behavior. What's even more frustrating than Sila's behavior is that nobody I know seems familiar with the name 'Varnak'.
    Warlic: I'm also trying to get a hold of an expert in planar magic or the Ethereal Realm, but I'll need you to further your studies before I can bring you into that. Keep in touch, I'm always glad to see your improvement.

    If no requirements are met:

    Warlic: How would you become a wizard? Through years of study, research, and practice, normally. Wizards are often solitary by necessity, since it's difficult to trust others with your life's work.
    Warlic: There *are* academies out there if you're willing to spend your youth toiling away under watchful eyes, but apprenticeship under an expert matching your specialties is generally faster.
    Warlic: You in particular are an exceptionally fast learner. Your field experience has helped you adapt where others get stuck. I have no doubt that you can become an exceptional wizard in the future.
    Warlic: Once you're advanced enough, I'll help you find a mentor to begin your path as a wizard.



    Reset Levels


    Warlic: If you'd like to reminisce about your training, I can set aside some time to revisit those days. Or do you mean that you'd like to review some basic lessons?
    Warlic: That could be a good idea as well. The most experienced wizards frequently revisit their simplest spells. If not for refinement, to avoid dragging an error from early lessons to more advanced formulas.
  • Let's start over / Not right now.

    Mage Explanation


    Warlic: 'Mage' is a very broad term. People commonly use it to mean any magic user. But then most people also think magic boils down to throwing "elemental energy" forward like a bucket of water.
    Warlic: Formally, "Mage" means an arcane magic user at the beginning stage of their practice. Someone studying the basics of mana dynamics and spell construction, as well as the simplest applications.
    Warlic: A spell is, in essence, a mental equation. Instructions for mana manipulation that you memorize, then go through in your mind while directing that mana.
    Warlic: That's where guiding gestures and mnemonic incantations are useful; you don't need to remember every last detail and calculate everything mentally.
    Warlic: A Mage, in this sense, is a beginner caster who strictly works with formulas for what their personal mana reserves can handle.
    Warlic: A *battle* mage applies this to the most direct elemental spells, because they're the simplest to memorize and then use under pressure. You can unload a lot of power at the start of a battle that way.
    Warlic: Be careful, though, because that comes with its own disadvantages. Forcibly rushing through your reserves will numb your magical system, and you'll have to fall back to other tactics until you recover.
    Warlic: There are magical weapons for arcane specialists with no martial training, but those are typically not as potent as a skilled hand. If you're not trained with melee or ranged weaponry, mind that recovery period.
    Warlic: Most arcane users stay at this depth of understanding, as learning through memorization makes it difficult to step back and understand WHY what you're doing works. I expect you'll do better than that.
    Warlic: Once you're comfortable with what I have to teach you and get some experience under your belt, I can refer you to a peer with more time for a specialized education. Wizardry would suit you well.

    Text box next to the last bubble: Mage is a beginner class with an introduction to defensive casting. Low level Mages should use spells, then strictly magic weapons when their MP runs out. Beginner mages should focus their stat points on INT. Master Mages sacrifice some active defenses to use the Fully Defensive lean.



    Quest Menu

    Class Training


    Mouseover Text: Go on a random mission to increase your Mage level!

    If Class level = 0, play this dialogue when clicking on Mage Training. Otherwise, skip to the scroll.

    Warlic I get a lot of correspondence about magical incidents. It feels bad, but I don't have time to deal with the majority of it, so I pass the less extreme or complex messages to my peers or the Guardians.
    Warlic: Most of the time, an incident like this is actually a magical creature's threat or damage caused by magic users, and not actually a complicated magical phenomenon. These might be of use to you, though.
    Warlic: I can set aside some incidents for you to test your skills against. Don't be afraid to fall back to other methods if your lessons alone don't bring you victory, but do take notes on how theory meets practice.
    Warlic: Every time you've progressed enough in your studies to use another battle formula quickly enough for live combat, I'll find you a case to 'give it a spin'. A lot of it may seem simple, but who knows?
    Warlic: You might just discover something I overlooked.


    The Spinner's Shadow (Level 5 Quest)


    Warlic: There's very little left for me to teach you as part of our arrangement, <<You>>. I must say, were I able to take a full-blown apprentice, I would be proud to have one as talented as yourself.
    <<You>>: I'm very flattered. Your lessons have been a great help.
    Warlic: On that note, there is one last incident I'd like you to investigate. It's a personal matter, but this situation calls for very specific conditions to approach it.
    Warlic: It needs the hand of a very talented and observant mage, but most importantly -- an inexperienced one. A beginner with the keen eyes of an expert. The dangers are too great otherwise.
    <<You>>: Those are some weirdly specific conditions, but I can see how they'd be the perfect test for me. What's the situation?
    Warlic: I haven't been an ideal example of this, but a wizard's personal workshop is a very important place. A domain with very intricate defenses, prepared over a very long time, to let them research in peace.
    Warlic: When one becomes unoccupied, or worse, falls... Other wizards tend to monitor it for incidents. I've suddenly become unable to do that with the Silver Tower of Xarymandias. A place you may not know of.
    Warlic: Xarymandias was a mentor of sorts to me. He's a teacher who guides wizards in need, usually under the pseudonym of Brump. He helped me refine my method of spellcraft to make it much safer.
    Warlic: The tower of such a knowledgeable mage is VERY secure. And yet, it was once raided by a Naga sorceress known as Sila. She supposedly wished to 'steal his power', and worked to invade his mind.
    Warlic: This... doesn't add up. A wizard's power can't be 'stolen' or consumed. It's the product of understanding, not a bauble. But Xarymandias was still in grave danger. He collapsed his own tower upon her.
    Warlic: Only the simplest spells give me a glimpse of the area, but those are also the most limited, and struggle with interference. Much like how my mentor mentioned only simple, modern magics deterred Sila.
    <<You>>: That part doesn't make sense to me. How does someone who can get through a wizard tower's defensive enchantments and overcome their advanced spells have a hard time dealing with simple magic?
    Warlic: It doesn't make sense as a matter of power. And by all indications, Sila should have had no problems with simple magic, but been foiled by the tower. If she's somehow back, I'd like you to investigate.
    Warlic: You would be well-suited to stop her, at which point we can work together with other experts to find answers. Nonetheless, be very careful. If it gets too dangerous, flee the ruins and get in touch with me.
  • I'm ready!
  • I should prepare first.



    Class Training

    Scroll: A skilled Mage's touch is needed to investigate a report near <Lolosia/Granemor/Battleon>. According to <Sender>, the disturbances coincide with the arrival of a menace dubbed <Boss>. Our help is requested with solving the ensuing case of <Incident>. I trust that you can get to the bottom of this and test your skills in the process. Remember to keep our source's privacy - A future wizard should treasure their contacts.
    Enemy pool: Sea creatures in beach/underwater scenes for Lolosia, undead in Darkovia for Granemor, earth/nature monsters (Dryads excluded) in hill/farmland scenes for Battleon. Humanoid enemies mixed into each pool. All enemies are imbued to attack with the Mage armor's base element.

    Stat roll: INT roll for a bonus to spell damage for one turn versus the enemy gaining an elemental shield and status resistance for said turn.
    Name pools:

    Sender
    [
    "Steve"
    "Blackhawke, who already tried hitting the problem really hard"
    "patrols in the area"
    "bards who preemptively deny involvement"
    "secret dwarf agents who can't get involved without breaking their cover"
    "a message from Mercuria"
    "visiting Deren envoys"
    "local bat farmers"
    "elven diplomatic envoys"
    "an orcish artificer pen-pal"
    ]
    
    


    Boss
    [
    "Steve",
    "Lyrian the Despoiler",
    "The Fane-Drinker",
    "Karevor the Shrike",
    "Heartcarver",
    "Cyprinus the Chaosbringer",
    "Dalanis the Dragon Pesterer",
    "Woe",
    "Ley-feeder",
    "Mica the Gutrumbler",
    "Bronze",
    "Blight-Step",
    "Iflostre Turntokam",
    "Wizard's Thorn",
    "The Lady of Pants",
    "Sven the Gogg-Lacer",
    "Captain Bladder",
    "The Flayer in Dreams",
    "Mort Gish the Thief",
    "Spellsunder Lina",
    ]
    
    


    Incident
    [
    "cattle uncontrollably sneezing lard",
    "lightning fleas",
    "persistent memory fog about recent storms",
    "recurrent dreams about Frost Giants battling upon the northern shores",
    "unidentified people appearing in arcane studies, claiming to have always been apprentices there",
    "water bodies freezing over in the morning after warm nights with dancing light sightings",
    "ravens getting sick of being blamed for humans asking silly questions, and sabotaging their careers",
    "strange clouds with spectral limbs and fanged eyeballs, seen fleeing the sunlight before dawn",
    "recurrent and increasingly hairy Steve sightings",
    "latrine lightning",
    "lights and stinging sensations around metallic objects",
    "brief pockets of strange weather, followed by sightings of large animals from other regions",
    "pitch-perfect, polyphonic choral flatulence",
    "bandits turning up dead, wounded with Light elemental scars, and others seeking vengeance",
    "literal poetry slams",
    "apprentices experiencing sudden jolts when casting in the area",
    "wide-area, frizz-inducing, soporific fog clouds making barberians rage-quit",
    "a disconcerting frequency of people admitting to error",
    "accelerated back hair growth followed by its periodic sharpening and bursts of speed",
    "granaries being plundered by disturbingly muscular birds with deep bass voices",
    ]
    
    


    quote:


    Magic and the Meridians of the Mind
    By Xarymandias


    (Skimming through this book on the fundamentals of spellcasting, you find most of it too simple to be of use. It's a breakdown of conventional theory and common knowledge for mages. However, you find a few passages of the basics where the author snuck some interesting notes for advanced readers.)

    [...]The vast majority of magic users employ mana through what we call their magical system. This is not a physical or indeed visible structure, and requires specialized magic to visualize. Experienced readers will begin to find parallels to cultural concepts such as the Root and the Flow from Interregnum texts, as several cultures had remarkably close models to what modern divination magic can analyze. The parts common to all systems are:

    The Reserve
    An internal well of mana with a capacity that varies greatly between individuals. The vast majority of magic feats are fueled from this internal reserve, as directly controlling external mana 'on the fly' is extremely difficult. A person's Reserve typically becomes more efficient through years of understanding and practice, as their grasp of mana and their own limits allows them to find their ideal rhythm.

    Because of this, it is often associated with the lungs by cultures with a tradition of natural sorcery. A fascinating aspect of the Reserve is that it seems to contradict mana's accepted fundamental properties: If unused for long enough, the mana in a subject's Reserve becomes almost imperceptibly still until expended again. And yet, we understand mana to require far greater (Typically disastrous) events to stagnate.

    The Filter
    At once the simplest and most delicate part of a person's magical balance, the Filter is what connects the system's other components to each other, as well as the Reserve to the world. This connective element acts as a dam of sorts: It allows ambient mana into the reserve during rest periods, and regulates how much flows into the Core during spellcasting. Those intent on becoming wizards, particularly those with a mind for dangerous field work, should make it second nature to be well in tune with their magical filters and know when to rest.

    During ages in which the magical system was believed to be part of a being's physical organs, there was a curiously universal tendency towards associating it with the stem of the brain -- Save for the curious exceptions of ancient Darkovian vellums and Far North relics that depict an association with the heart instead.

    The Core
    While understood to be the controlling aspect of the magical system, the sheer variety makes it the most difficult to visually analyze. Without the most detailed divination magic, we struggle to unpick the sheer density of this orb-like element. When a traditional magic user casts a spell, mana courses from the Reserve, through the filter, and into the Core, where its user converts the energy into the desired effect through the mental construct of their spell.

    This is far from the only way to perform magic. There are many beings with innate magic powers, be it people whose cores develop such on their own, or those for whom magic has no such structure. However, as the most common, it has allowed us to observe a promising phenomenon: Studying casters with a lifelong specialty and those with exposure to certain magical disasters has revealed strongly defined patterns that parallel the position of certain leylines in the world during their lifetime. Perhaps we finally approach the understanding through which draconic works of pre-Elemental War times referred to magic as one's 'inner world'.


    Magic 8-ball:

    Mouseover: Magic 8-Ball confiscated from a pyromancer apprentice. Only responds to one question. (Click to try it out!)
    Click popups:

    [
    "Is a fireball the right spell for this?" "Yes.",
    "Is a fireball the right spell for this?" "Of course it is.",
    "Is a fireball the right spell for this?" "In this economy?! Yes.",
    "Is a fireball the right spell for this?" "My child, if it wasn't meant to be fireballed, why is it flammable?",
    "Is a fireball the right spell for this?" "Has it ever been the wrong spell?",
    "Is a fireball the right spell for this?" "Only if it's a day that ends in Y.",
    "Is a fireball the right spell for this?" "How big is the room? Nevermind, you didn't ask that. YES!",
    "Is a fireball the right spell for this?" "Consider a little prestidigitation. CONSIDER it. Then fireball anyways.",
    "Is a fireball the right spell for this?" "Are your allies in range? Are they moving out of the way? Too late, fireball.",
    "Is a fireball the right spell for this?" "It is unless you're out of mana. If you are, get someone else to cast fireball.",
    "Is a fireball the right spell for this?" "CAST THE FIREBALL! CAST IT AGAIN! CAST THEM ALL! I mean yes.",
    "Is a fireball the right spell for this?" "Buddy. I'm. A. BALL. What other spell do you think I care about? Do it!",
    "Is a fireball the right spell for this?" "No. TWO fireballs for this one.",
    ]
  • Post #: 183
    5/27/2026 13:53:58   
      Lorekeeper
    And Pun-isher

     

    The Spinner's Shadow

    A Skies-Spanning Web




    The player character cuts through hills to discover the pieces of a shattered tower have floated back into position and now hover in place. Light leaks through the cracks, and the sky beyond the tower has taken on a fabric-like texture with a lavender color.


    <<You>>: ...That tower isn't silver or fallen anymore. The area's mana doesn't feel normal either... its elemental alignment is so weak. It might be best to study this from just a little closer and report back to Warlic.

    Beat

    <<You>>: ...Are those voices?.


    FOUR BATTLES, heal every two: Energy elemental creatures, excluding Umazen.




    At the tower's entrance, the player character advances through echoing words. The words rush through every time they speak, reading: "Aargh!" "Where is it?!" "Let go of me!" "Let me wake..." "Blasted webs!"

    <<You>>: There it is again! The wind is getting strong, is that...?

    <<You>>: ...Screaming. From above.

    <<You>>: And from the creatures, all around...

    <<You>>: It's definitely loudest from above. ...I can't just back out anymore. It sounds like someone's in a lot of pain. Here's to hoping those traps are still disabled...

    FOUR BATTLES. Heal every two, with the same pool as above.





    In the tower's interior, Sila is initially alone, face downcast and staring through a spectral blindfold.

    Sila?: He's not here... There is decay. Time. Too much time has passed in the material world. How long did you delay me?!
    Sila: Long enough to start shaking you off, you fake... Aargh!

    A crackle animates over Sila.

    Sila: Tighten... your webs... All you like... I know you're a failure now.
    Sila?: I will find him again. If not through you, then through the next pact.

    The player character enters.

    <<You>>: Here's where it's coming from... Wait. Are you Sila?

    (Simultaneously) Sila: Who goes there?!
    (Simultaneously) Sila?: Who goes there? A wretch beneath notice... Or a keen illusionist?

    <<You>>: You seem to be tied up in something nasty.

    (Simultaneously) Sila: I don't see you, but you had better find a way to get this off of me or I'll make sure you go down with me.
    (Simultaneously) Sila?: I see you. You had better prove more remarkable than you appear, bold one.
    Sila?: Test <<his/her>> worth.
    Sila: No. You don't command me.
    Sila?: I command enough of your magic. LEAD THEM.

    FOUR BATTLES: Spider type monsters mixed with the above pool. Full heal every two.

    (Simultaneously) Sila: You... might be useful after all.
    (Simultaneously) Sila?: You're of no use.
    Sila: Prepare yourself. You had better fight well, or I'll kill you before he can.
    Sila?: Not directly. But you're discerning... You'd be a good pair of eyes.

    <<You>>: Sorry, creepy voice, but you're not the only one who's been paying attention. The interference focuses when you make her cast. You're activating something in her mana reserves.
    <<You>>: I wonder what would happen if they were exhausted?

    (Simultaneously) Sila: Yes! Force him to spend it!
    (Simultaneously) Sila?: ...There's enough power to strangle you before that happens.

    BOSS BATTLE: Sila, Possessed Sorceress
    Description: Sila the Sorceress, a Naga of great magical talent, is struggling to break free from an entity that possessed her to attack Xarymandias! Your Mage spells should be able to confound its strange understanding of magic, forcing it to rely on her magic until she breaks free!



    Outside the tower, Sila and the player character watch the sky slowly return to normal.

    <<You>>: I'm sure that you need to recover, but if you'll pardon my bluntness... What in the world just happened?
    Sila: Oh? You seemed to understand it quite well just now.
    <<You>>: Er... Lucky guess? It's hard not to start noticing weird things when someone is speaking in two voices.
    Sila: Hmhm... Putting up a wall now, I see. Well, I can tell you the story. But first, you have me at a disadvantage... How is that, and who are you?
    <<You>>: I'm <<You>>. I was sent to investigate the tower's ruins so that the wizards could figure out a solution to whatever happened, but I heard the screaming and had to intervene..
    Sila: Normally you would have been quite in over your head, <<You>>, but as it turns out... You were just what I needed. Xarymandias had something I very much wanted, but it would have taken ages to get in here.
    Sila: In my search of a way to slip past his defenses, it seems I met my own match. A long-time ally... Or so I thought... also wanted something from Xarymandias. He managed to hide a binding pact from *me*.
    Sila: When I arrived at the tower, he suddenly had command of my magic. I could understand -- Or feel him understand -- anything the wizard tried. I could counter ancient, advanced spells in moments.
    Sila: ...Yet I was not in control, and couldn't do anything about much simpler spells from my own time. When the tower fell, I was pulled into the Ethereal Plane to recover. I regained some control when returning..
    <<You>>: I'm not about to approve of stealing from Xarymandias, but it seems like we have a common enemy. Who is this entity that you used to be allies with?
    Sila: ...Now that I'm myself again, I don't remember when I met him. I remember common interests, but not many conversations. You would do well to beware him. This creature's name is Varnak. And... <<You>>?
    <<You>>: I'll remember that... Yes?
    Sila: Research matters more than petty moralizing, dear. I'm sure you'll learn this in time. So I take what I want, no matter who 'approves'. Because you're intriguing, and you helped me finish breaking free...
    Sila: All I will take from you now is my leave. We'll say I owe you a favor, and leave it at that for now. However, Xarymandias is my enemy, and if you work for his allies... Then you will be as well, before long.
    Sila: So you had best stay out of my way, my intriguing little wizard, or I'll tear down that wall of yours and lay you bare to such secrets as you won't forgive your friends for hoarding. Are we clear? Goodbye, then.



    Post #: 184
    11/11/2026 10:12:11   
      Lorekeeper
    And Pun-isher

     

    The Storm of the Century

    20 Year Anniversary Extravaganza!

    Season of Consequences Epilogue







    The player's silhouette overlooks the afternoon horizon over the snowy region outside the Dawnstone Path.

    <<You>>: Another grand adventure. It's hard to believe that used to mean exploring an enchanted ruin or fending off a dragon. People tell stories about adventurers retiring after saving the world, but I couldn't do that.
    <<You>>: It's been twenty years of crazy adventures. Gods, monsters, and everything in between. But even now, with this fire in my soul, I'd do it all over again. All for the folks who have stuck it out all this time.
    <<You>>: For the moments when we can look at the beauty of the world and catch our breath before the next day. I'm sure there'll be more trouble tomorrow, but for now... This is really nice.
    .
    The ground shakes.

    <<You>>: ...Please tell me that's just an avalanche about to roll me over for monologuing.

    Auroras of wild magic flow out of the land.

    <<You>>: Oh come on!


    Cut to a partial view of the planet with auroras spreading out from one point, heading in multiple directions. The view focuses on four fanning out west from Deren.

    <<You>> (Offscreen): I said there'd be more trouble *tomorrow*! Man, I should've listened to Falerin.

    Cut back to the snowy scene. Magical windows appear, showing the faces of Beleqwaya, Kalanyr, and Warlic.

    Beleqwaya: There they are! Kalanyr, <<You>>, are you hurt?
    Kalanyr: I'm fine. I was just on my way to find <<You>>. It seems you've all noticed we've got a bit of a situation. Has it spread so far already?
    <<You>>: I'm fine, somehow. It's like entire rivers of light flying as far as the eye can see, but this stretch of the valley is clear. What about all of you, what's going on out there?
    Warlic: As best as I can tell, you are currently in the eye of a magical storm spreading rapidly through all of Lore. It's flowing into all of the major ley lines and altering their spectrum-- It's... Running wild. Unstable.
    Beleqwaya: We can't get in touch with Xyphos... again... and Warlic is the only one who can perform long distance spells to keep tabs on all of us. Anything else on that scale is dangerously unstable right now.
    Kalanyr: There are some pockets of stability, but you've got the right idea. We need to secure people in harm's way, and find the focal point of each branch of this storm to assess any damage or threats.
    Beleqwaya: Agreed. As much as I'd like to be cautious and thorough... If it's what it looks like from here, we don't have time for analysis. We'll have to focus on saving lives and figure out the long term impact later.
    <<You>>: Once more unto anywhere but the beach, it seems. If the world's magic is unstable and people are in danger, we have to move *now*. What can I do?
    Warlic: Tralin and his forces can cover a lot of ground, and we can split up to help mainland settlements. You're our best solo agent, and you're also in an excellent spot to follow each path of the wild magic storm.
    Warlic: We can help guide you around quickly, and it's safe to recharge here. Can you follow along the major ley lines and deal with any immediate dangers coming from the wild storms?




    Hub scene: Subquests corresponding to each of the auroras unlock in sequence


    Flow and Stasis
    White button, blue trim.
    Mouseover text: A river of stone marks the path of a storm that breaks into pieces over the mountains of the Middle Isles! Can you find the ancient elementals guiding this bizarre weather before they reach Mt. Thrall? [Bonus gold and a face reward!]

    Growth and Decay
    Green button, silver trim.
    Mouseover text: Undying plant monsters are sprouting from the land and water along this ley line. Fight classic vegetable mobs and destroy the heart of a spreading death grove to stabilize this crisis! [Bonus XP and a shield reward!]

    New Risks (Cutscene, first week break point)
    Mouseover text: Finding a safe path to the next phenomenon is proving difficult. Just what is happening to Lore?
    Once the first two paths are completed, the below-listed scene becomes available.

    Life and Death
    Blue button, white trim, crackling black energy. The first time playing this quest, this is locked until the prior buttons are completed.
    Mouseover text: ...The Ley Line of Life and Death is supposed to have been destroyed. What will happen when a river of unstable magic takes the place of this lost aspect, even for a moment? [Weapon rewards!]

    Destruction and Renewal
    Red button, gold trim. Locked until all others are completed once.
    Mouseover text: After an odd surge of healing, frenzied beasts and a wave of destruction swept this path... Which stops at a point west of the Frozen Northlands. Finish your journey by discovering what contained the threat! [Armor reward!]

    Hub scroll:

    Wild Storms!

    quote:

    Just as it seemed your struggles for the year had ended, the twentieth anniversary of your adventuring life kicks off with a storm of wild magic rising around your feet! As your allies scramble to secure the cities, you're the right hero for the most dangerous task: Follow the path of major ley lines to unknown new threats and returning classic ones!




    Flow and Stasis


    Scene - Stormy mountain backgrounds from the quest for Sir Jing's weapons in DragonFable, ending in the stormy and clear versions of the summit.
    Characters - Player Character, portrait for Beleqwaya
    Assets -



  • The player character enters a stormy mountainous scene.

    <<You>>: This looks insane. A bridge of rocks flowing together through the sea was crazy enough, but this storm isn't dropping hail. It's dropping pieces of itself. Meanwhile the mountain is... just sloughing off rubble.
    <<You>>: It's uncovering some ruins that I hadn't seen before... But it looks like elementals are tearing into those while heading up the mountain. Zephyros is going to ask for so many notes...
    <<You>>: Hopefully I can find the creatures attracting the storm before Warlic has to get in danger to pull me out.

    Eight battles against the energy elementals. Full heal every 2. This is followed by a miniboss version named Storm Beacon Elemental, fought at the apex.

    The Chosen enters a clear-skied scene. The portrait for Warlic appears.


    Warlic: Beleqwaya just let me know that your entire area is suddenly clear of instabilities. It's like the wild surge has been filtering through something. Are you alright? Did you make any other findings?
    <<You>>: A whole mountain's worth of slightly melting and plundered archeological findings. At least the mountain is mostly solid again. I *think* I know what was happening here.
    <<You>>: There was a horde of elementals - The sort they used to create back West, some of them had a binding gem and everything. I cracked the bound ones and the biggest of the lot, then the storm cleared.
    <<You>>: They were storming the mountain-- Aw, dammit, I just punned. Don't tell Artix. Anyways, they were bringing treasure up to the peak and tearing the ruins up.
    <<You>>: It's like they were the dormant forces of some wizard from back then. The magic surge must have awakened all of them. It drove them wild, but they were still following whatever orders their gems had.
    Warlic: That sounds like a very good theory... And a very concerning one. There might be other forces like this out there. Dormant, but ready to frenzy or fall into the wrong hands at any moment...
    Warlic: These summons fell out of favor because their danger can outlive their makers for a long time. A danger that we thought gone is now a lot fresher. At least this one is done, and your spoils are well earned.

    Updated treasure hoard, then back to the hub.




    Growth and Decay



    Three battles in farmland, three in forest backgrounds. Full heal every two. All enemies are tagged as Plant, Undead.

    Pool for the first four battles is mutant vegetable monsters, then non-Dryad plant monsters for the last four.

    All monsters have reduced health and provide much higher XP rewards -- This path is meant to be a level farming spot.

    Fight two deadwoods in the scene with Zorbak embedded upside down into the ground, legs wiggling.


    The player character enters the wiggling Zorbak scene.

    <<You>>: So this is the heart of the Death Grove... All manner of undead plant monsters are rapidly surging out of here. ... Wait, Zorbak?
    (Simultaneously) Zorbak: Mmffgow?! HHNGMMPHEAH!
    (Simultaneously) Inaccurate Translation: How fortunate that you found me here, hero. Would you be so kind as to extricate me from this awkward predicament?
    (A moment later) Less Inaccurate Translation: What now?! GET ME OUT OF HERE!
    <<You>>: Alright, let me pull you out of there. Heave--!

    Zorbak begins to pull free.

    Zorbak: *GASP* You'll never take me alive, salad storm!
    <<You>>: Whoa, wait, it's me!

    Miniboss: Zorbak (The most recent Zorbak encounter, with no damage cap and bonus gold rewards)

    (Skippable scene)
    <<You>>: That was characteristically rude.
    Zorbak: Eh... I did notice it was you, but why waste a perfectly good surprise attack?
    <<You>>: Because you got your blue behind handed to you? What happened here anyways?
    Zorbak: Meh. I had my GENIUS ideas interrupted again. A great surge of perfectly safe and not dangerously unstable energy surged through the former course of the Ley Line of Life and Death.
    Zorbak: Naturally, I prepared to seize that power, raise the greatest army of undead monsters in history, and become the necromantic Sorcerer-King of all the land! Unfortunately, that clingy Seahawk caught me gloa-
    Zorbak: Er, overheard me calculating! He promised to impress me by doing the same thing with a different ley line. He didn't even manage a spark, which is good, or he'd have died before I could berate him.
    Zorbak: Then there was an EXPLOSION OF EGGPLANTS blasting me from my moment of glory! A cataclysm of cabbage! An asparagus apocalypse! Bouncing me through the forest even as it healed me!
    Zorbak: I landed here, but stuck in... A completely dignified position that you will not describe in any other way or I will turn your gut bacteria undead. And then my undead trees got me out without you. Got it?
    <<You>>: ...Right. Your minions that absolutely didn't run amok from the uncontrolled magic. I was never here, and didn't have to hear you prattle. You know what? I think your little flight was punishment enough.

    Zorbak and the Chosen exit in opposite directions. Cut to the plant dragon corpse as its root fingers burrow into the ground, then back to the hub.




    New Risks


    Scene - The same scene and arrangement with the communication portals.

    Start with the player character and portals already active.

    Beleqwaya: Going by what information Warlic can send us while guiding you, I think we were wrong. I no longer think the spectrum of each ley line is changing, but they're gaining a certain... influence.
    Beleqwaya: Their aspects were still the dominant nature of what <<You>> encountered. Differences could be due to other sources of power having been caught up in their wake.
    Warlic: We still only have time to figure out how this lets us save people right now. At least as long as I'm our bottleneck: Handling communication, orientation for <<You>>, and figuring out which of my spells work...
    Warlic: ... it's getting to be too much. It's ironic, but I need to take some time so that we can be quick about this. I need to focus on adapting restorative spells to the situation before guiding you to the next path.
    <<You>>: Looking at the plans, the next one is the surge along the ley line of Life and Death. Hasn't that been destroyed?
    Warlic: Indeed. However, even though the original flow of energy has been destroyed, a metaphysical structure remains. Think of it like a river that had its water violently removed.
    Beleqwaya: The wild magic is bound to follow the path that the old ley line would have, but with no guiding aspect for the surge to merge into... It might seek and warp anything similar enough along the way.
    Kalanyr: ...This goes straight through the Far West. It'll be unpredictable, and we'll lose contact once you're far in. Take your time to set up healing for <<You>>, Warlic. It's best to be safe with this one.
    <<You>>: I understand. I'll be here when everyone is ready.




    Life and Death


    The player character arrives at the Oaklore Forest Wastes as black lightning strikes in the background.

    <<You>>: Gah! That looks especially dangerous... And there are all manner of broken undead here... Almost as many as there were last year. Huh... is the lightning following them?

    Lightning strikes again, this time on the undead dragon, who immediately cuts to a standing frame..

    <<You>>: ...Uh oh.

    Eight battles: Undead Dragon, then seven random undead. Heal every two.

    <<You>>: ...Alright, that's enough of that. Show yourself! I know there's someone in the canopy!
    ???: ...in the ca. no. py...
    <<You>>: Oh, I've heard enough creepy mimicking to know I'm going to hate this.

    A gallowstalker dangles down and begins approaching.

    <<You>>: NOPE.

    Boss battle: Gallowstalker

    <<You>>: I could do without knowing those existed.

    Amilara enters.

    Amilara: <<You>>? I'm glad to see you're alright, the weather is a little brisk out here.
    <<You>>: Hello, Amilara. Are you here to convince me not to burn a forest down so the dryads won't beat me up when I return home?.
    Amilara: ...I suppose I am now. Don't burn the forest, dryads, etcetera. You alright there?
    <<You>>: Nope.
    Amilara: Ah. You've met your first Gallowstalker.
    <<You>>: Charming name, I'd like to set that on fire as well. Eergh. I came here to investigate this end of a wild magic storm. One of its flows followed the Ley Line of Life and Death and went even more awry.
    <<You>>: I thought it was gone, but it's apparently turned into the capital of No Thank You instead. Or precisely because the line burst.
    Amilara: Precisely. I'm no expert on mana, mind, but it makes sense that it would run rampant when following a broken mold. I've been taking notes of my findings since that phenomenon struck, if you need them.
    <<You>>: That would be great, I'm sure Beleqwaya would love that. Are you going to be sticking around yourself, though?
    Amilara: At least for a few hours longer. I've been making trips to find unbound thralls that I could free with the Cold, now that the Shadowscythe have been expelled and Mantle activity has fallen off the map.
    Amilara: Some minds are broken beyond my ability to mend. I... I don't think anyone can save them now. You saw what the storm turned them into; all they can do is mimic what they want to consume.
    Amilara: If you could cover me from them for a little while, I could rescue the ones I'm here for much faster, then give you a lift.
    <<You>>: As much as I never want to see one of THOSE again, I'll gladly help you with that. I can report all of this to the Dragonlords and then Warlic afterwards. Just... keep reminding me not to burn everything.



    Destruction and Renewal


    Scene - Starting with any nocturnal rocky desert background, then a progression of AQW backgrounds for the battles:
  • LavaRun 6 through 8, then FireWar screen 10 for the boss scene.
    Characters - Malkoth, Player Character
  • Malkoth is the boss described below


    The player character enters a scene of splintered rock with fiery rifts and the haze of a fire storm.

    (Thinking) <<You>>: This is a disaster. It already looked bad from afar, but my map says this is supposed to be a taiga. Even when this magic stops driving the wildlife mad, how is this going to recover?
    (Thinking) <<You>>: ...I hear something. Explosions up ahead, behind the stone ridges. I'd better hurry.

    Six battles with wild beasts and non-humanoid fire monsters. Every two battles, the player character gets closer to the source of fiery rifts.

    The player character approaches the cliff that the fire seems to end at.

    <<You>>: The destruction was less intense leading up to here, but the heat is almost unbearable all of a sudden. Hold on... The trail stops here. It's regular snow all the way west of here... What happened?

    (Offscreen to the right) ???: Who's that? Get away! It's dangerous here! Get away before I can't...
    (Thinking) <<You>>: Maybe I should actually follow that warning for once. When a mysterious deep voice under a cliff tells you to run, you should probably run... But I still need to know what's going on.
    <<You>>: Alright. I'm backing away slowly. Can you tell me what happened to you, so I can get help?
    (Offscreen to the right) ???: The storm... the wave... I had to stop it before it reached her... She's still too young. I thought I could... be a lightning rod, send it back into the world. Kept alive by fire's renewal.
    (Offscreen to the right) ???: It worked, but something's wrong. I can't release it, not safely, it wants me to... To burn it all. But I can't let the Destruction aspect reach her. Either of them. If you can help- No-- *ROAR*
    <<You>>: Wait...

    A young red dragon enters the scene.

    ???: YOU BRING THE STORM WITH YOU. YOU... ARE THE STORM? I WON'T LET YOU HAVE THEM.
    <<You>>: Akriloth?!

    BOSS BATTLE: Akriloth?!


    Akriloth?: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I feel much clearer after letting go of that... But I thought if I unleashed it myself, I wouldn't be able to stop.
    <<You>>: I'm not sure what's more confusing. That you're being this nice, or... Well, I'm pretty sure I killed you. Way too many times, in fact.
    ???: So it is you. No, hero, you didn't kill me. You *saved* me from Akriloth. When you hatched me and took me away from his dying clutches, it let me break free from his hold.
    <<You>>: So you're the scion-- Amazing. I mean, I'm so glad you're alive, but I have so many questions. You were nowhere to be seen all of a sudden, and it's been so long... To start with, what do I call you?
    Malkoth: I am Malkoth. Future Great Dragon of Fire, I think. I'm sorry I disappeared, I was... afraid. I'm not the *son* of Akriloth, not exactly. Akriloth was using me in his own bid to become an immortal tyrant.
    Malkoth: He turned my egg into a vessel to reincarnate and quickly grow strong again. I... think I somehow attuned to the orb before he did. When the egg was given to you, the effect was broken.
    Malkoth: My soul was protected from his. My mind is my own. From the moment I hatched, though, I've had flashes of his memories. Everyone seemed sad, and relieved, and I... didn't want to lose it, to hurt them.
    <<You>>: You've been fighting to be yourself this entire time. I wish you could have told me, but I don't hold it against you. I can't imagine how hard that must have been. But you're winning -- You're a hero.
    Malkoth: I... think you'd understand, but I won't pry right now. And you might be giving me too much credit. That's what I want to be, but I haven't 'won' yet. I still have a long fight ahead of me.
    <<You>>: That starts with fighting for more than just yourself, and it's clear to me that you've got that right already. Who are you protecting all the way out here?
    Malkoth: I have a little sister. Adopted -- Well, it's more like she adopted me. I'd like you to meet her one day, but I need to ask if it's okay. I swore to her guardian that I'd keep her lair a secret until she's ready.
    Malkoth: Argh-- I need to go. I need to run before this affects me again. I'm too exhausted to rampage, but it still hurts to stay here. Turn back from here, <<You>>. You've saved me again.
    Malkoth: I owe you a great debt, and I *will* find you to repay it one day. But for now, I need to know that it doesn't just *look* like I kept the storm away from my family. And after this, his memories are too much.
    <<You>>: Of course. I understand. Just one more thing, Malkoth: I'm proud of you.
    Malkoth: ...Thank you.

    Malkoth leaves.



    Celebration


    Back at Battleon, Robina is out from the start, and the player character enters.

    Robina: There you are! Everyone's already waiting for you inside.
    <<You>>: Oh. Everyone got together for the news? I've got a lot to report, but I think I need to rest a little first. I have SOME good news, but... Whew. The world is about to get a lot more dangerous.
    Robina: Oh no. None of that. No reports, no danger. We're all caught up, and we know it's going to be a lot of work. But if we're going to work hard, we're going to play hard. And you just worked your butt off.
    Robina: AND! Today is the twentieth anniversary of your arrival to Battleon. You've been with us through so much... Drakath, Akriloth, Carnax, The Devourer, Erebus... It's high time we celebrated that! If you'd join us.
    <<You>>: I... You know what? Sure. Thank you, Robina. Let's go in. I'm *starving*.

    Cut to the couch scene

    Hans: Is that... ?
    Yulgar: The Mistress herself, yes. Don't even say her name, you are not worthy.
    Aria: Oh? You two know her?
    (Simultaneously) Hans: N-no.
    (Simultaneously) Yulgar: N-no.
    Robina: Pfft. Shy boys. I've always liked her. Oh wow, this show is otherworldly. HEY! <<You>>! Get over here already, you're missing out!
    (Offscreen to the right) <<You>>: I'll be right there! Just as soon as I've got at least half my weight in sandwiches!

    Warlic: Who makes a flat crystal ball? That's not a ball at all, it's a magic mirror with extra steps! I swear, enchanters these days.
    Artix: I know you prefer vintage wizardry, my friend, but we really appreciate you setting up some entertainment for everyone... Hold on. I sense... Oh no. There is too much! And there is nowhere to run!

    Artix jumps up and offscreen. Beleen enters from the left, behind the couch.

    Beleen: Hi everyone! Long time no see! I heard there was a comfy party and had to visit!
    Yulgar: Beleen? Well, I'll be. I haven't seen you in forever. Pull up a seat, we've got some people you'd love to meet -- Artix! Stop clinging to the roof, you'll rip into the upstairs bedrooms!
    (Offscreen from above) Artix: *HISS* NO PINK!
    Beleen: ...Oh? Is that <<You>> over there with the food? Oh my, I guess I'm here on business after all. It's such a pleasure to see you here! I've heard so much about your feats that I've been dying to meet you.

    Beleen SPEEDS across and stops too close to the player in the main room.

    <<You>>: Hello. It's nice to meet you too, miss...?
    Beleen: I'm Beleen! Now, I've learned from my good colleague Felt that you feature in an extensive literary wave in the romance genre... And yet you have no editor! That makes you a very elusive catch.
    Beleen: That just won't do. Going from the many works out there, you must have such a rich and extensive romantic life.
    <<You>>: ...None of it is canon...
    Beleen: Precisely! You just need the right hand to pen it! I could be your biographer! I assure you, I am *extensively* qualified for the job. We'll make billions! Just sign here, here... Oh, but you want to see my references!

    Cut back to the couch scene as the screen shakes and papers overflow into it.

    (Simultaneously) Beleen: When do I start?
    (Simultaneously) <<You>>: ...help...
  • Post #: 185
    11/11/2026 10:28:26   
      Lorekeeper
    And Pun-isher

     

    Bark and Bite

    The Forest Overflows

    Harvest 2022





    Introduction Splash: Throughout recent years, a change has been slowly spreading through the surrounding woods. Guardians have lost contact with friendly orcs and elves of the region, as though many had fled overnight. Safe trails disappear entirely at times, only to be there again days later.

    The idea that the forest has a will of its own went from tale to fact as people and creatures were called to become its guardians. Mysterious creatures and the reclusive Dryads now lurk Greenguard, though these don't account for all of the disappearances. Rescue missions often find missing farmers, lost or formerly in the hands of bandits who met a grisly fate in the woods.

    Both these missions and the harvest festival are in danger of being called off, though, as herds of beasts from the colder North are spilling out of the forest and into the farmlands. Can you get to the bottom of this mystery?





    The player character enters a forest scene.

    <<You>> (Thinking): There's definitely something funky happening here. I can see why people think it's some sort of migration, but why would herds scatter out of the forest instead of sticking together?
    <<You>> (Thinking): Why did they go into the woods in the first place? You'd think Rangers would've noticed herds going southwest into the woods. If something in the North scared them, we'd have seen them around the passes.
    <<You>> (Thinking): This is less like a migration wave and more like they've been here for a while and something is spooking them here in the woods. So it's more like the farmers are catching the tail end of a...

    The ground rumbles.

    <<You>>: ...Stampede!

    FOUR BATTLES: Two large ice beasts, one forest creature, leveled pack of two goggs. Full heal every other fights.

    <<You>>: Sometimes it sucks to be right. That wasn't just northern beasts, though. What could send a GOGG running like a zard from a bar of soap? Other than an offended head chef.

    ??? (Offscreen): Grrrr...

    <<You>>: ...Right. A bigger, nastier gogg that clearly hasn’t missed me.

    MINIBOSS BATTLE: Goggplant
    Full heal





    The player character arrives to a different scene, where Farmer Micah waits, wielding a Guardian Spear.

    Farmer Micah: Well, I’ll be a frogzard’s uncle. <<You>>, is it? I didn’t think I rated this lofty of a rescue. I’m not doing so bad, though. I’ll be back soon - Or are you here to look into the stampedes?
    <<You>>: I came here for the monsters, but I can get you home first if you need help. It’s definitely unsafe out here, and that ghastly gaggle of goggs I just dealt with looked like it was just the tip of the iceberg.
    Farmer Micah: Nah, don’t be delaying an important mission over my old bones. They might call me ‘Micah the Grey’ now, but I’ve been doing this since Blackhawke was still a kid swinging a stick.
    <<You>>: Fair enough, you clearly have enough experience to handle yourself if you made it this far.
    Farmer Micah: I’ll say! I could never cut it for that whole world saving business, but I dare say I was pretty good in my prime. In fact, I used to be a Guardian. Though the spear probably gave that away.
    Farmer Micah: But then there was this orc warrior, Kahrus, real nasty with a warbow, I kneed him in the head a bit too hard and broke it.
    <<You>>: Your knee or his head?
    Farmer Micah: Yes. Anyways, that got me enough respect to actually talk Kahrus down, but I was left limping my way back.this was back when everyone was still fighting around these parts, and when an elf spellsword yelled at me...
    Farmer Micah: I was too dumb to notice she was just worried I'd cause a counterattack. I was in pain, out of potions, and way too cranky to reason. So I said a few- A LOT of things I shouldn’t have... And she gave me whatfor. Farmer Micah: And let me tell you, <<You>>...
    <<You>>: No offense, sir, but I do have to-
    Farmer Micah: ...It was love at first suplex.
    <<You>>: I was about to stop you, but now I have to know where this goes, so hold that thought.

    TWO BATTLES: Random ice beasts. Full heal.

    Farmer Micah: Alright, if there's still this much trouble around here, I'll skip a bit. To cut a long story short, Evena bested me. Bested me all the way to the wedding vows, when we got back. Ol’ Kahrus was the best man.
    Farmer Micah: Turns out that he had no hard feelings, after the Devourer came and went. Didn’t much mind me having rearranged his nose! It got him some quality time with a healer he fancied, and he had a wedding of his own.
    <<You>>: What a wild start to a love story. Now, I really should get going. I know better than to doubt an older warrior fighting things younger people struggle with, but it might still be best to head back home.
    <<You>>: Especially if I stir up a hornet’s nest. What were you doing all the way here, anyways?
    Farmer Micah: Looking for my wife.
    <<You>>: Is she one of the people who went missing here?
    Farmer Micah: I suppose we both are. We felt a call. A plea to protect the forest. It's our home, so we accepted... Next thing I knew, I got knocked out by some Dragonslayer gone berserk. Woke up in a medic’s tent at Granemor.
    Farmer Micah: I found my way back to the woods and our ranch, but never found Evena. I’ve been looking since I got better.
    <<You>>: That’s terrible. ...I don’t know what to say that would help, but I promise to keep an eye out. I’ll find you if I hear anything.
    Farmer Micah: Much obliged, <<You>>. My leg’s acting up again, so I’ll take your advice. I’m counting on you.

    Farmer Micah leaves.




    The player character arrives at the damaged forest path that the Reavers had trampled through during Burning Solstice.

    <<You>>: ...Wait, how am I this far into the woods already? This place brings back some nasty memories... Looks like the forest is trying to cover them up too.
    <<You>>: But I suppose if there’s a good place to find dryads, it would be where things get this weird.
    ??? (Offscreen): Grrrr...
    <<You>>: ...Not THAT kind of weird. *sigh* Alright, you creeps, come and get some.

    FOUR BATTLES: Two random ice beasts monsters, two non-Summer Dryads. Full heal every two.




    Two Dryads await by the right side while the player arrives further down the path.

    <<You>>: Hold on, stop fighting! Seriously, I come in peace. Again. I just want to talk and try to figure out a problem together.
    Dryad: ...Very well. We assumed from the conflict that you were another of the invaders causing stampedes.
    <<You>>: I uh. May not have the best of reputations with some monsters. Especially goggs and frogzards. But I'm here to *investigate* the stampedes. These creatures have been spilling out of the woods and into the farms.
    <<You>>: They’re scared enough to wreak havoc on the bordering communities. I assumed Dryads might have been fighting them off. Do you know anything about this?
    Dryad: Yes. But I am afraid I don't know how to explain the matter safely.
    <<You>>: Why not?

    ??? (Offscreen): These are not the Dryads you’re looking for.
    <<You>>: These are not the... What?

    A Winter Dryad enters.

    Thorn: Please return to your task, sisters. This isn't one of the name-eaters, but if there's a threat... I can handle this.
    The other dryads leave.

    Thorn: You are a curious one. You seem to have met our more versatile sisters, the first agents of the forest’s will. We of Winter are meant to repel more insistent threats, such as the raiders who were driving beasts through here.

    Thorn moves slightly closer.

    Thorn: ...And those such as yourself. Your very presence could tear these lands apart.
    <<You>>: Excuse you? I chased Carnage’s minions out of here myself. I’ve done the opposite of endangering the forest.
    Thorn: I know of the flame that sleeps within you. If you're an illusion, I will dash it. If your name has been eaten... I will not abide the risk of another Solstice consuming the forest.

    Checkpoint.
    BOSS FIGHT: Thorn. Full heal.

    <<You>>: Can we stop this already?! All I wanted was some questions, why would you attack me in the middle of answering? Badly, I might add. Your bark was way better than your bite.
    Thorn: Mock me again, you-

    A second Winter Dryad, Ever, enters.

    Ever: You should take <<his/her>> humor as a compliment. We are guardians, not predators. Our ‘bark’ should be tougher than our bite is vicious. Now, I shared my sister’s concerns, <<You>> of Battleon, but I saw you before.
    Ever: You are clearly yourself, in will and name. Introductions and answers are safe. I am Ever, of Winter. Thorn here took down the marauders who were herding creatures through here -- They all spooked the beasts when caught.
    <<You>>: One group doing it would be a tactic, but multiple bands doing it? That makes it sound like they had orders to scatter them to ruin the trail if caught. This isn't smuggling, then. They're taking them somewhere specific.
    Thorn: ...I failed to consider that. I was so caught up in warding off any threats from our perimeter that I ruined the trail for our trackers.
    Ever: I was an adventurer once, much like the two of you, so I can empathize. We will investigate to make up for our blunder, and tell you what we find. As of the scattered beasts? I was also a shepherd for part of my old life.
    <<You>>: You’re suggesting that we... catch and herd the monsters ourselves. With the forest's help, or at least if you don't jump me anymore... That’s crazy enough that it might just work, but how will I do that in time for the festival?
    Ever: With gentle encouragement, of course. But if a monster gets too rowdy, don't be afraid of picking them up over your head and slamming them to show who is in charge. Consider yourself an honorary shepherd.
    Ever: If you'll excuse me, I have two homes to protect, bandits to track down, and illusionist incursions to punch back into the pit they came from. Have fun!

    Ever throws the crook at the player’s feet and leaves.

    <<You>>: ...Well, she’s assertive.
    Thorn: ...You have no idea. Listen, Chosen... <<You>>. I... I apologize. Those creatures Ever mentioned-- Whatever they are, they can mimic anyone, and if they hear a name... It's like they can possess you, or copy you.
    Thorn: Sometimes I let all of my anger and fear out of my chest before my head can stop me. And worrying about those things all the time is making it worse. Like back when... Ever since Carnage, everything has been... wrong.
    Thorn: I was a Dragonslayer. One of the first Reavers. That war... It changed me in ways the Call could not fix, and I still fear it was for the worst. I feel that I have to rush, but that... if I slip... I'll end up hurting what I'm here to save.
    <<You>>: That's how you knew. ... I understand, Thorn. I haven't figured out a way out of that yet, so I think the only thing that people like us can do about it is being there for each other. Lean on your sisters. We'll make it through.
    Thorn: I haven't wanted to burden them, but... Yes. I would want them to lean on me. It won't fix this, but maybe it'll make it easier. Thank you..




    Serenia's prophecy:

    Serenia: Listen closely, Chosen, as I don't know how long I can keep this up...
    Serenia: Obsession settles at last, letting true love breathe again. Loving enough to let go, trusting enough to withdraw, but cautious enough to watch.
    Serenia: Your promise is finally at hand, and you will deliver on promised aid amid lessons hard learned. For not all that smiles is joy, not all that is nice is good, and there is more to save than one's word when fame is no fortune.
    Serenia: Keep your friends close, for your enemies will want you closer still, and family, unfortunately, can be either of them... Even for the most innocent of the wicked.



    Post #: 186
    11/11/2026 10:35:32   
      Lorekeeper
    And Pun-isher

     

    Cauldron Trouble

    Mogloween 2022


    Toil and Trouble join the player character in a room at Battleon.

    Trouble: Thank you for coming so quickly, <<You>>. We don't want to keep you long, you should be out there and feasting with the others in no time.
    <<You>>: Hey, you four work hard every year to keep people's spirits up. If you say you need help, of course I'm going to show up. Is someone giving you tro- Er, problems?.
    Toil: Aw, one day you'll actually pun that. We'd actually like you to give us a hand or two with a project. If we could pick your brain for a while, I'm sure you have a few key morsels of information we've been looking for.
    <<You>>: Er. Can you rephrase in a less concerning way?
    Trouble: Toil! ...Sweet Heck. We're not trying to eat you, we just want to swap notes on your travels to the West. We want to do our part to help clean up the land, so we're studying people who resisted its effects.
    Toil: Spoilsport.
    <<You>>: Alright, now that I can help with. I think. You mentioned that you were working on reclaiming your home the last time you helped us out. You can count on me to return the favor.
    Toil: Mhm! That's the idea. Now that the Shadowscythe are out of the way, the next step is to secure the spot where we used to anchor a piece of our home realm to Lore. That way we can work on restoring Croft.
    Toil: So we've been trying to figure out a way to decontaminate it, which we could then share with everyone. The difficult part is coming up with something that can't be used as a weapon.
    Trouble: So far we've settled on a potion that binds to the Darkness fallout so it can condense for cleanup. We still need to find a way to disperse and collect it; complex enchantments aren't reliable there.
    Trouble: Before we get to that, though, I'm worried that it might be a little intense. The substance is safe, but I need an informed hand to make sure it stands out from the corruption and doesn't bind to people too fast.
    <<You>>: Oh, yeah, that would get people woozy really fast. Yeah, I'll help out. I have a solid idea of how long it took the contamination to affect me, and it's a little hard to forget the look of the worst patches.
    Toil: Fantastic. Myx is in the back brewing a batch right now, come over and we can start running some *completely safe* tests so I can get to my part of this job.

    The scene cuts to a dark, broken-into storage room. It lights up to reveal Sham amid broken sacks and crates, wearing a cauldron and witch hat.

    Trouble: ...It can't be. Is that... Myx?!

    AlakaSham flees.

    Toil: What did you do to Myx, you creep?! GET HIM!





    Trick-or-Treat segment with three random player houses. All battles use a pool of Leprechauns and Mogloween creatures.

    First house:

    TWO BATTLES, full heal.

    <Randomly Selected Name 1>: Sorry, I can't deal with trick or treat right now! I've got a huge mess to deal with!
    <<You>>: It's alright, I'm not here for candy. Have you seen a really creepy old leprechaun wearing a cauldron? I know it sounds crazy, but I saw him take off in this direction.
    <Randomly Selected Name 1>: SEEN him? He dashed into my house while I had my door open for trick or treaters! The little twerp tossed my pantry upside down for a few herbs, then ran back out!
    <Randomly Selected Name 1>: He went that way. If you're going after him, here take ALL the candy. Just give him a good whooping for me.

    Candy drop, then transition to the second house.


    <Randomly Selected Name 2>: Oh. Oh dear, it's the Chosen. Um, I'm a huge fan, but now is not a good time.
    <<You>>: ...Cauldron-clad leprechaun trouble, I assume? I'm chasing him down, if you could tell me where he went.
    <Randomly Selected Name 2>: You JUST missed him. He went out the back door. Just... go around, not through. The clinking weirdo dropped some sort of tar and a whole sack of valerian.
    <<You>>: ...That explains the smell of boiled sweaty socks. I better get going. Thanks.
    <Randomly Selected Name 2>: Take the candy while you're at it, before it catches the stench.

    Candy drop, then transition to the third house.
    TWO BATTLES, full heal.

    Both Bubbles and the Chosen are out in front of the third house. No dialogue ensues with the third random name.

    <<You>>: Thank goodness, it's the Bubbles. Tell me you've seen where Sham went, I'm getting sick of chasing him through houses. He's breaking in everywhere while I have to make sure not to hurt anyone.
    Bubble (Normal): Of course we've seen him. He's working for Myx!
    <<You>>: ...What? But I thought he was *wearing*--
    Bubble (Normal): Ew, no. He showed up asking for help with some holiday spirit thing, and I think Myx gave him a potion in exchange for running some errands. The uniform is a little too much, though.
    Bubble (Normal): Some leprechauns were really opposed to that style and started trying to catch him too. They were a little too rowdy for the feast, though, so Bubble had to punch these two.
    <<You>>: Making a note to stay on your good sides...
    Bubble (Transformed): Wise.
    <<You>>: Look, we have a problem. Sham is getting carried away and breaking into people's houses to steal herbs. Your sisters think he broke Myx, and they'll turn him into a pink mist if they catch him.
    <<You>>: I've got an idea to catch him, but I need your help. Can you tell me where Myx is? Bring Toil and Trouble there, too. I'll clear the rest of the... 'fashion protesters' on the way.

    TWO BATTLES, full heal.




    The player character and the Cauldron Sisters are talking to Myx inside a Battleon house.

    Myx: That should do it. Can't say I'm sad to see the leprechaun buried, he's a terrible assistant. I sent him out to gather reagents in bulk, which he's doing... But he's raiding for every last mundane ingredient too.
    <<You>>: I'm not going to kill Sham, Myx...
    Toil: Though I was about to when I thought he hurt you. What was up with rolling off with the twins to make that deal, though? What did you even want so many reagents for?
    Myx: I'm just doing my part! If you're clearing the haze in the West, you bet I'm helping you take over and start conquering from there! ... What? Why are you looking at me like that? ...That IS the plan, right?
    Trouble: ...Again, Myx, we're not trying to take over the world. That's way too much responsibility.
    Myx: *grumble* Wait until I tell your mothers... I never get to be an evil vizier. I was looking forward to having my own band of minions... *grumble* I was going to call it Myx and the Cauldronettes.
    Myx: I'll just have to get my fix of evil later. Gonna spend all night boiling cauliflower downwind...

    Sham busts in through the wall.

    AlakaSham: This is a robbery! Hand over all the oregano and nobody gets bleached!
    <<You>>: ...Somehow, I am never ready for this affront to my eyes.
    AlakaSham: You've got saffron too? Perfect, put that in a sack as well! And the marjoram, every last jar! Hurry up, kid, I'm a busy witch here. I don't have all the thyme in the world. Yet.
    <<You>>: I think we all know from experience that you can't be seasoned -- Er, *reasoned* with, but maybe you can still do the math.

    The Bubbles loom behind the wall hole.

    <<You>>: The muscle already cut your escape off. So, we've got numbers, rope, your boss, and excessive violence. You've got an outfit that seems almost as painful to wear as it's painful to look at. It's over.
    AlakaSham: Let me give you some sage advice here, because tonight is about to get awful chili for you. I'm only doing a small job to make my own move on the spice world. Gingerly. No need to START bluntly.
    AlakaSham: Cut the horseradish right now, and we can walk away from this. Maybe we can work together. But if you sabotage my reputation right as I'm entering the Battleon underworld... I'll come back.
    AlakaSham: You won't get to sleep without wondering if you smell a mace coming for your face. You will rue the day you crossed me when I come back with my own people and we burnet all down.
    <<You>>: I stopped wanting a peaceful solution after about the third pun. Now I'm just going to put the 'dent' in 'diplomatic incident'.

    BOSS BATTLE: AlakaSham

    The scene resumes without Sham.

    Trouble: Well done, <<You>>. It'll take a while to deal with everything he stole, broke, and generally soiled, but you definitely earned a reward. If you need a break before we start that experiment-
    <<You>>: No, that's fine. Listen, do you have any potions that could make me forget the last few minutes?.
    Toil: I... might have something. Now you've got me worried. What's wrong?
    <<You>>: I accidentally saw under the cauldron and I'd rather not spend my life hoping those were just thousands of polka dots in a sea of paisley.
    (Both) Bubble: Yeugh.

    Fade to black.

    Post #: 187
    11/11/2026 10:39:43   
      Lorekeeper
    And Pun-isher

     

    Royal Summons!

    The Search for Pancreatic Shock, part 1


    Robina: That's another lovely tree. You could retire as a holiday decorator if you're getting tired of the adventuring life, you know.
    <<You>>: What? Not at all, I'm not even close to done. Though, thank you for the compliment.
    Robina: I'm happy to hear that, though you really have been dealing with a lot lately. You're always moving about, so it's got to be hard to find a chance to deal with some burdens. Secrets get heavier with time.
    <<You>>: That's fair. I've had a lot on my back lately, and there's always some new mess to deal with when it looks like I'll be able to slow down and sort things out, but it doesn't ruin the adventuring life.
    <<You>>: There are still so many weird and beautiful places to see out there, and I get to see so much more of the world than I would with any other lifestyle. There's a lot of duty and danger to it, sure...
    <<You>>: Even if I have to figure out some tough burdens now, I still get to explore a world full of wonder and meet some incredible people. Present company included.
    Robina: Careful, <<You>>. When people flatter me that much, they're usually trying to get me to take a risky job for cheap... But do go on.
    <<You>>: I've happened on things that are dangerous to know, or would cause an upheaval when the kingdoms are already at each other's throats. Plus Entropy made it hard to be sure we weren't being spied on.
    <<You>>: So it's been hard to find a time when nothing suspicious is going on and a safe way to unpack all of this without just unloading a heavy burden on someone who might have too much going on as is.
    Robina: ...I know. I know your secrets are *very* different, but I know exactly how that feels. It's okay to ask if someone can handle taking a moment to share something heavy, because waiting for the right time...
    Robina: You get really good at finding reasons why it's not the right time yet, and before you know it, it's been-- Uh. <<You>>? Are you alright? You seem really out of it all of a sudden.
    <<You>>: Sorry, I can't hear anything out of my left ear all of a sudden. I've got this horrible itching right inside-- OW.

    A puff of smoke plays behind the player character, shooting out a letter.

    Robina: ...Did that just fly out of your face?

    Zoom in on the letter.


    quote:


    YOU ARE HEREBY SUMMONED


    Chosen, your presence is hereby required at the Gate of Whispers, that you may enter the Nightmare Realm in the flesh. The Crowns are to hold court for your eyes only, whereupon your quest for the Princess shall begin in earnest.

    In light of past incidents, the Nightmare Queen personally guarantees your safe passage and return. You are called upon to fulfill your oath, not to satisfy the whims of Horror.

    Should you proceed with haste and honor your word, you will be rewarded with the highest of dread honors the Crowns bestow upon mortals.






    <<You>>: ...At least now I know what's going to take up my entire holiday this year. If they've found Khandie's family, I have to go. It seems wholesome enough, but with the Nightmare rulers involved...
    Post #: 188
    11/11/2026 10:51:56   
      Lorekeeper
    And Pun-isher

     

    Home Sweet Home

    The Search for Pancreatic Shock, part 2


    Walking through the Gate of Whispers, the player character enters the Nightmare Realm's throne room. The Nightmare Queen stands to one side of Khandie, and the manifestation of the Nightmare King to the other.

    Nightmare Queen: <<You>> is finally here. It's such a thrill to have $him with us once more... But are *you* ready, my dear? We need not begin until you are.
    Khandie Khain: ...I'm nervous. I don't want to lose touch with you two. And what if they don't like me? You saw what they do on their show...
    Nightmare Queen: Khandie, my beloved King and I are sending the dearest Chosen with you. If it was even possible for your parents to reject you, we would have such *wonderful* nightmares to share with them...
    Nightmare King: You can visit any time, and I will be sure to do the same. We can even meet when you sleep. We'll be sure to speak with your parents and make arrangements once you bring their nightmares to us.
    Khandie Khain: ...Thank you, mom, dad. I know I'm worrying a bit too much, it's just a lot all of a sudden. At least... I can't wait to meet my sister.
    Nightmare Queen: That's the spirit. You'll be tormenting the others *together* before long. Now then, Chosen... Welcome to the Twin Halls of Fear. As much as I'd like to offer you hospitality... We have business.
    <<You>>: That we do. I'm glad to see you're able to... Er, keep it together for this. Deren finally found a lead on Khandie's parents, then?
    Nightmare King: Better yet, <<You>>, they have found them. We are, however, inconvenienced at the moment. My Queen's affliction has almost passed, but it is not yet safe for her to walk the waking world.
    Nightmare Queen: Whereas there is no telling what might happen to my King or any who witnessed him there. So, lest I risk being taken with your fears while out of my domain... You will act for us.
    <<You>>: Er. Thanks for not causing mass insanity? I can absolutely escort Khandie, though I'd like to clear something up. When you say "dread honors", you don't mean anything that'll drive *me* mad, right...?
    Nightmare Queen: Would you like that? It would be *so* easy. Lose your mind. Shed your flesh. Become your dreams, vast in torment. You would be our subject, *my*... No. Not now. Khandie dear, get ready.

    Khandie exits.

    Nightmare King: Hm. A word, Chosen. I will always love and support Khandie, but my domain is dread and uncertainty. We were unable to verify Deren's information, and I know better than to take it for granted.
    Nightmare King: Perhaps, in not being stricter with our daughter's play time in the mortal world, we let her inspire too many nightmares of herself-- It made it difficult to find any that belong to her waking family.
    Nightmare King: When you part ways with our daughter, remain close and at the ready for a few days. I will embed some spies to ensure all is safe for her. You will be rewarded in the customary way for adventurers.
    <<You>>: Gold, criminally bad puns, and more equipment than people think I can fit in a backpack? Sign me up. If we can get Khandie a second loving family as a Frostval present, all the better.




    Crossing a beachside scene, the following battles ensue. A full heal is given every two:

    - Bandit with a Scarecrow head and matching skin color, renamed Hunk. -INT status named Brainless, with the description: Ever since his run-in with a brain squid, Hunk thinks dressing like a scarecrow and standing in wait for victims is a good hustle. It might be, if there were farms around here.
    - A Neko renamed Zeke. -CHA status named Cowardly, with the description: Stupid cat, you made me look bad. The nerve of these neko.
    - Iron Golem renamed Hickory. -END status named Heartless, with the description: We're not saying this rogue automaton is heartless because it's a brutal basher on a berserk rampage, we're saying it because there's a hole in its chest with an obvious lack of a heart. But it's also a brutal basher on a berserk rampage.
    - Wizard renamed Humbug.

    Khandie is in the scene from the start.

    Khandie: Bah. You people made this place seem so much more interesting in your nightmares. So far, I'm completely disappointed.

    The player character enters

    <<You>>: Wait! Stop running ahead like that. I'm supposed to be your bodyguard, you can't just pick fights and leave me to deal with them.
    Khandie: Did mom and dad mislead you? Your job is to escort me to my parents' show. I'll appreciate the help if something tries to get in my way, but it's more of a diplomatic thing. And... MaybekindofsecurityforLoretoo.
    <<You>>: ...Say that again without trying not to say it?
    Khandie: Maybe, technically, you're kind of supposed to protect other people from me. Mom and dad say I can't collect waking creatures anymore. They have to come willingly or we get in trouble with the gods.
    <<You>>: ...That's a little funny, considering the Queen used to be all for stealing people's minds, but I won't complain. The suddenly caring about consent thing, I mean, because I'll totally complain about picking fights.
    Khandie: It's their own fault for being boring! That lion wasn't a lion at all, it was a farmer with some sort of cat affliction! The scarecrow wouldn't snap any necks! He wasn't even a scarecrow monster, just a halfwit!
    <<You>>: ...I should ask the Guardians to check on that one, I don't think he gets much oxygen at all in that costume.
    Khandie: And what was up with the wizard?! No big giant head, didn't know a THING about this legendary western witch... He was just some... conjurer of cheap tricks! The golem was cool, though.
    <<You>>: Khandie, we're just west of Lolosia. This is almost as far from the West as it gets without sailing or ninjas involved. If anything, there'd be an Eastern Witch around here.
    <<You>>: On that note, what are your parents doing out here?
    Khandie: Deren's intel says the Khains run a traveling troupe. That's part of why they were so hard to find; they're never in one place for very long, and word of them didn't spread much compared to war warnings.
    <<You>>:.Huh. So they run a circus, or some kind of traveling theater? That could be spooky enough that you'd be right at home.
    Khandie: ...I wish it was a proper circus. No, they run the Sweetest Show, and the Sweetest Day foundation. It's an itinerant cooking show, traveling around the world making desserts to push some holiday.
    <<You>>: Yikes. No wonder you're nervous. Would you like to detour through some bandit camps to get the stress out of your system?
    Khandie: I'd love that.

    TWO BATTLES: Outlaws. Full heal.



    The scene changes to the outskirts of a big top caravan.

    (Offscreen to the left) Khandie: THERE THEY ARE.

    Khandie and the player character enter.

    Khandie: I can't BELIEVE you were all here. What kind of bandit leaves their loot behind to-- Ooh, now you're going to get it.
    <<You>>: They're raiding the Sweetest Show?! Not on my watch. There's more than one way to score a jawbreaker, bandit.
    Bandit: Nope, don'tneedgold, coffeecakeNEEDmorecoffeecake, makesmegoFAST, youcandropnow.

    TWO BATTLES: Random outlaws. Full heal.

    The battles lead to a garish hybrid of circus stage and celebrity cooking show kitchen with an exaggerated dessert-based aesthetic.

    BOSS BATTLE: Sugar Rushed Bandits

    Khandie and the Chosen are in the scene from the start, with her being some distance behind the Chosen.

    Khandie: That's what you get for going after my family, sour patch twits.
    <<You>>: Is everyone alright back there?

    Khandie's parents enter. Khandie's parents are wide-smiling, blue-eyed and blonde-dyed cooks wearing aprons over entertainer outfits with an exaggerated palette. They appear slightly frazzled or unhinged.

    Shugga Khain: Why, if it isn't the Chosen! Lordies, what a sweet rescue our humble little show has earned. And such a feisty little adventurer at <<his/her>> side. You have some mean moves, sugar. Thank you kindly.
    Father Khain: Yes ma'am, we owe you our lives. I'm sorry you had to find us like that! We had to make sure our staff got away, the poor dears. It seems my decision to give out free samples was a little half baked!
    Father Khain: Some rough sorts turned out to have too much of a sweet tooth, and they came right for our strongest stuff! Shugga's Cataclysmic Coffee Cake isn't for the faint of heart! So lucky you arrived on time.

    Khandie moves behind the player character, hiding her discouragement and anxiety from her parents.

    Khandie: Way too nice... I can almost hear their smiles creak... Okay, breathe... How do 'nice' people introduce themselves?
    <<You>>: It's okay, I'll get you started. Luck had nothing to do with it. Ma'am, sir --
    Shugga Khain: I'm Shugga, sugar.
    Father Khain: I'm Maurice, but you can call me Daddy.
    <<You>>: No.
    <<You>>: Shugga, Maurice, we're here on a mission from the Nightmare Realm. There's no threat, you should be hearing from them tonight. They found your missing daughter all those years ago, and took her in.
    <<You>>: They were looking for you all this time, and raised her while working to reunite you. She may look a little different, but--
    Shugga Khain: Khandie?! Daddy Khain, it really is her!

    Shugga moves to hug Khandie.

    Khandie: ...Hi.
    Father Khain: ...My little Khandie girl! We thought some wicked witch had taken you! We would have MELTED her! We only dared to sail here when we thought all was lost... I'm so happy you're alive!

    Khandie's eyes turn blue.

    Khandie Khain: Really? You'd have melted someone for me?

    The player character backs away slightly. Fade to black.




    Later on, the player character is in the Terror Realm, speaking to the manifestation of the Nightmare King.

    <<You>>: I watched for a while, though I'm giving them some space now. It seems to be going well. I don't know how they keep smiling like that all the time. I'd be worried about spraining my entire face.
    Nightmare King: Now we'll be able to reach them the next time they dream, and I have some watchers in place. You have done well, <<You>>, and earned an incentive. You may wake now, but do remain in the area.
    Nightmare King: I will call on you again if anything requires prompt attention.
    Post #: 189
    11/11/2026 11:14:10   
      Lorekeeper
    And Pun-isher

     

    Sweet Dreams

    The Search for Pancreatic Shock, part 3


    The scene abruptly opens in the Terror Realm, with the player character facing the Nightmare Queen and the Nightmare King's manifestation.

    <<You>>: There has to be a better way to communicate than giving me all of my nightmares at once... Wait, what's wrong?
    Nightmare Queen: We've lost touch with Khandie! I should have been there. Kept you in this realm so your dreams... So I could focus on her and not them. All seemed well until the third night.
    Nightmare Queen: Her parents met us twice in nightmares, and dreamt not ONCE since. No mortal mind is truly absent from dreams. Something had to be amiss. Then Khandie herself stopped dreaming.
    Nightmare King: Now my spies ceased dreaming as well. I can't tell if they're alive.
    <<You>>: ... They were under attack when we first got there. They'd given out enough samples to get noticed by bandits. Zard spit, I hope they haven't attracted something worse.
    Nightmare King: Whether it's mortals or Dream denizens smelling an opportunity, you must return immediately. Find them, so that we can find Khandie through you. If anything has happened to her...
    Nightmare Queen: ...I can't protect Khandie if I'm in the mortal world and you fall unconscious. Feeling your pull at my attention while she is at risk is agonizing. *Infuriating.* Find her, Chosen!
    <<You>>: Wake me up and I'll rush after her right now. Let's not waste any more time.




    The big top outskirts, the player character finds outlaws are spread about the scene. Some are holding their heads, others are on guard.

    <<You>>: ...The show is gone. It's cleared out, not ransacked... How did it get packed up already when it was here this morning? Oi, numbskulls! What are you doing here, and where are the Khains?
    (Simultaneously) Sugar-Crashed Bandit: Buh?
    (Simultaneously) Sugar-Crashed Bandit: Out of coffee cake... Might as well retire... Zzz...
    (Simultaneously) Sugar-Crashed Bandit: Oh right. S'posed to clobber people.
    Bandit: I kind of resent that remark. I've been working on my language skills for a while to skip town, and mostly just steal from treasure hunter ships. I'm no *scholar*, but I like a good tale at least.
    Bandit: I just blend in with these guys so I can nick from them too. Only really here because the crowd made it look like a big score, but now I'm surrounded by these weirdos who won't let me walk back..
    <<You>>: ...Okay, that makes my job a little awkward, but I'm glad you're lucid. Since you're not going to be difficult, do you know where to find the people who were running a show here? It's VERY important.
    Bandit: Weeell... I DO know you're <<You>>, and you have more concussed bandits to your name than I've got hairs on my legs, but I kind of want to see what all the Chosen fuss is about.
    Bandit: These guys are going to stampede the moment someone moves funny, so I figure that if I'm going to get trampled anyways... I might as well learn something.
    <<You>>: I can respect most of that. Did NOT need the comparison.

    TWO BATTLES: Sugar-Crashed Bandit (2), Bandit, Full heal

    Most bandits are gone, with the remaining one embedded in a rock.

    Bandit: Ow... So that's where I put my childhood trauma... Okay, lesson learned... There's a caravan going West along the road, leaving blockades every time they get jumped... I'mma go defossilize my brain...
    <<You>>: They've been WHAT? The creepy little... Oh, they're going to get it when I catch them. Hang in there, Khandie.

    The player character leaves.

    FOUR BATTLES: Pool of outlaws and RA creatures, biased towards Ice and Sugar-Crashed Bandits. Battles take place on road scenes. Heal every two battles.



    The player character arrives at snowy flats, where the Sweetest Day caravan has pitched its big tents with much more expensive looking signage. Chilly is already to the right of the scene from the start, looking left.

    Chilly: Yay! You made it right on time! I was hoping you'd come celebrate with us!
    <<You>>: I'm glad to see you, Chilly, but I don't have time to help with the gift delivery yet. The people running this cooking show are dangerous, and I have to rescue their admittedly just as dangerous daughter.
    Chilly: Gift delivery? What? Anyways, you're a little late anyways, the show's sold out and about to start.
    <<You>>: The... Frostval gift delivery run by an entire village of seasonally endangered but frighteningly fast-working Moglins?
    Chilly: Oh. That was last year! We're working on Sweetest Day now. If our ratings are good enough, we'll get to have Sweetest Day for every holiday! Then every day! Mmmm. All that cake and candy every day...
    <<You>>: ...Yikes. Say, Chilly, you look like you're not doing so well. How about I go in and get you some of that cake?
    Chilly: I'm doing great! I have a job now! Chilly: Chief of Security for the Sweetest Day Foundation! As long as I keep pounding intruders, I get six figures and all the cake I can eat. I also get dental!
    Chilly: LET ME SHOW YOU.

    BOSS BATTLE: Chilly, Chief of Security

    After the battle, Chilly has recovered from turning into a moglinster, and looks scared.

    Chilly: Ow... My dignity... And my pancreas... GAH! We have to get the others! They've been making us work on improving their show, and the gift delivery is just... frozen!
    <<You>>: Is it just the cake, or are they doing something else to control people?
    Chilly: I don't know! They keep anyone working on security outside in case we're beaten! They eat the same stuff, but it CHANGES other people! Once you have too much, all you care about is Sweetest Day!

    Chilly looks down, worried.

    Chilly: Um. I think there's another side effect.

    Chilly sprints off to the left. The screen rumbles.

    <<You>>: I'd better crash this show before it's too late for Khandie. ... And before all the moglins are doing that.





    At the Sweetest Show stage, Khandie's parents stand in the spotlight in front of the stage kitchen. Honey, a young girl that looks like a younger Khandie with heavy makeup and blonde-dyed hair, stands with them, wearing a frilly pink dress.

    Shugga Khain: --thank you so much for all of your help, precious things! With your help, we're finally making Sweetest Day happen! But before we start our NEW tour, we have an even sweeter announcement!
    Father Khain: That's right, my sweet! All of our loyal followers who supported our search for all of these years, wait no more! And what better way to deliver the news than to take the introductions from the top?
    Father Khain: Hey, I'm Father Khain, but you can call me Daddy Khain!
    Shugga Khain: Hey, I'm Shugga--
    Honey Khain: And I'm Honey, honey.

    Khandie enters from the right and joins her family in the spotlight. She now has eerie blue eyes and the same aesthetic as Honey. After arriving, she's silent for a moment as she misses her line.

    (Giving Khandie a stage cue) Father Khain: And you are my Khandie Girl...
    Khandie Khain: ...and I'm your Khandie Girl!

    The player character enters.

    Shugga Khain: Oh my, looks like our security was a little lacking. You really should've stayed for dinner, <<You>>. You'd have made such a deliciously sweet pick for becoming Chief of our Country Sweetener Corps...
    <<You>>: I don't work with child exploiters, you saccharine creeps. Your show is canceled. Drop whatever creepy mind control you're using on your daughters before I turn this place into a kitchen nightmare.
    Father Khain: Mind control? SACCHARINE?! We would have put you at the spearhead of our dream, but if this is how you're playing it... No, there's still a chance. Honey? Bid our audience sweet dreams, please.

    Honey exits stage right.

    *CREAK*
    *giggle*
    *HISS*

    Gas clouds sprout behind the player character and audience. The remaining Khains all exit stage right as the player begins falling asleep, interrupted by a fade to black.

    (Sourceless) Nightmare Queen: NO. I WILL NOT ALLOW THIS.



    Post #: 190
    11/11/2026 11:41:09   
      Lorekeeper
    And Pun-isher

     

    No Place Like Home

    The Search for Pancreatic Shock - Gift Delivery






    Beginning from a black screen, the Nightmare King's manifestation a ppears.

    Nightmare King: RISE, <<You>>! By my word, you are denied this dream-eating poison. Rise and save my daughter!

    The scene cuts back to the stage as it was left at the end of part 3.

    <<You>>: Nngh... Rough awakening, but I'll take it. Khains! Get back here!
    (Offscreen) Shugga Khain: Oh. Oh my, someone must have been holding their breath. Take a deep one, <<You>>! We'll be over with your cake shortly.

    A pale portal tears open and the Nightmare Queen emerges behind the player character.

    (Offscreen) Father Khain: Now THAT wasn't on the script. We're out of here. Security!

    Moglinsters enter from the right.

    Nightmare Queen: Give me back my daughter, you slime... Step aside, Chosen. I will rend every mind that stands between me and Khandie.

    The Nightmare Queen moves past the player character, toward the Moglinsters.

    <<You>>: Don't kill them! ...Or break their minds. Whatever the Khains did to Khandie, they did to them as well. Take them down, and our allies can figure out how to save her without hurting her.
    Nightmare Queen: Going through an army of frenzied simpletons when my daughter is... !? ... Argh, but if they let her get hurt to save themselves... To battle it is!

    Nightmare pieces enter from the left.

    Nightmare Queen: Command them alongside me, but we wait no further. To arms!




    WAR!


    Zone Background: Frostvale

    War Scroll: The Khains have turned every outlaw from here to Lolosia into their personal army, and brainwashed the Frostvale moglins as well! Get the gift delivery back on track by rescuing them as you fight to save Khandie!

    Lucretia: To be honest, <<You>>, I'm a little weirded out by having those freaky Nightmare pieces on our side. And then there's the Queen. Is she over her whole... fixation?
    Lucretia: After what she did to you, I'm glad to see it end. As much as I'd have liked that fan club to have to cower before her... I'm more weirded out by whatever is making common bandits stand up to her.
    Lucretia: You can't just shove all kinds of magic potions down someone's throat, even in cake, and send them out into battle. There'd be all kinds of horrible effects! Organs in a free-for-all! Kidneys staging a coup!
    <<You>>: And the Khains do sound like they have long term plans... But maybe they're treating the bandits as disposable.
    Lucretia: The Guardians have their hands full just dealing with the ones you knock out... It's suspicious that the Moglins have no side effects when they wake up, though. They just... rush off to make gifts!
    <<You>>: ...They're very driven, I'll give them that. What do you make of the Khains using cake to control people? Is that something we can make a non-violent antidote for?
    Lucretia: It doesn't really make sense to me. Potions could make someone more suggestible, but control... Well, they'd need something more than alchemy.
    Lucretia: I'll reach out to Dewlok, he might remember something. By the way, for my expert segue of this war, did *you* remember to restock on any specialized potions back at my shop?

    Twilly: Twillies always did wonder why Moglins turn into monsters when they eat a lot of candy... Hey, you didn't happen to keep any of that cake, right?
    Twilly: What? I mean, if you need healing, I can heal you!



    25%


    Khandie is standing in front of a group of moglins in a snowy clearing.

    Khandie Khain: I'm so happy you could make it! Mommy and Daddy have been keeping me away from that big fight, but it's important to stay in touch with our fans! I'm glad you guys are staying safe instead.
    Khandie Khain: We didn't think everyone would go so wild over Sweetest Day! We promise we'll have more forewarning and tighter security next time. To make up for it, you guys can have our VIP backstage tour!
    Moglin: Yay! Does that come with extra cake?
    Khandie Khain: You bet! I'm still your Khandie girl, aren't I? After some cake and autograph signing, you can try all our samples back at the hideout! *yawn* Oh, pardon me. Seems I need some cake too! *giggle*

    A Moglin's face changes to the dead serious one and they speak into a spy watch.

    Moglin Agent: Confirmed, D-Team, take the shot.

    A sleep spell hits Khandie from offscreen. As she falls asleep, Dewlok and the Nightmare Queen enter with other escort moglins.

    Dewlok: Well done, Agent. That oughta do it. I should let <<You>> make distractions more often, this went off without a hitch. ...Huh. She's tense and mumbling. That's... Annoyingly familiar.
    Nightmare Queen: You've seen this before, then? Is she safe?
    Dewlok: Yep. She's all yours, Your Highness. May want to get her back to Frostvale before she catches a cold. But I've seen a lot of weird magic in my time, so even if it's gone, give it some time to be completely sure.




    50%


    Dewlok, the Nightmare Queen, Khandie, and the player character, are all in a Frostvale hut. The Nightmare Queen stands ahead of everyone else, looking down at Khandie.

    Khandie: Gah! Those weirdos! I can't feel my face... Stupid hair dye and stupid makeup and stupid... Where's my sword... Mom! You're here!
    Nightmare Queen: I'll always be here when you need me. You'll be fine soon, my dear Khandie. Now that you're safe and not under their control, it's time to make those mongrels pay dearly...
    Khandie: I don't think I was under their control yet, but something about their food just... fills you with energy. Eating more makes you want to act like them. We never slept, we just worked and played all night...
    Khandie: Mom, we have to get Honey! I'm sure there's a mean girl under that act! She's too young for this stupid show, she could be scaring other kids and covering adults in bees! Right, <<You>>?
    <<You>>: ...Er. Well, I agree with the *sentiment*. We have to save Honey as well. I know victory is assured if we just charge, but picking them apart like this lets us force them to make mistakes.
    Nightmare Queen: Your little sister does deserve better. Now that you're back with me... And I can actually *focus*... Hm. They will be watching her closely. <<You>>, my forces will now turn on you.
    <<You>>: Wait, what?
    Nightmare Queen: Not in full force, but we must be convincing. Leave their stage unprotected as we stage an attack on Frostvale. The sudden change will be suspicious, but can they afford to miss the chance?
    <<You>>: Good point. If it looks like you got what you wanted and turned most of your attention to Frostvale, they might show up to get whatever we haven't taken from the big top.
    Khandie: Yeah! That's where they keep the Moglinster sugar! It's always locked up close to the big oven, since the time a whole supply wagon got stolen during a show. If they think they can take it, they'll come.
    Nightmare Queen: Excellent. Now, Dewlok, was it? Have you confirmed your suspicions?
    Dewlok: This one's a doozy. The last time I saw sleeping people stay locked up on their feet like that was... Well, that time doesn't exist anymore. And the magic that caused it didn't show up again.
    Dewlok: Elves were plagued by this, once. Sleepless turncoats who'd lock up when knocked out, then acted normal again. The same goes for food that binds or dominates people. That's even older.
    Dewlok: I thought it might be something new from the magic storms... And that the sources of these magics might have gotten uncreated. It looks like it just hadn't appeared YET - And the Khains found them.
    <<You>>: They're playing with some awfully dangerous secrets, for holiday-peddling celebrities... Good thing we're being careful. Let's take the fight back to them.




    75%


    Honey Khain waits inside a hideout, guarded by Moglinsters.

    Honey Khain: Don't worry! Mommy and Daddy will be right back, they just have to get their magic box to make you all the sweets you want! Just keep following my orders and we'll be done in time... Hehe.

    Khandie enters from the left.

    Honey Khain: Sis! I'm so happy you're here! Sweetest Day just isn't the same without the whole family. Here, I saved some--
    Khandie: No more mind scrambling sweets for now, Honey. It's time for your nap.
    Moglinster: Nobody's touching Little Miss Khain, Slightly Less Little Miss Khain.
    Khandie: If you don't get out of my way, I'll give you so many nightmares about forgetting your pants that your brain will turn into a sack of prunes. And that's after a double serving of humiliating defeat.
    Moglinster: You and what army, kid?

    The player character enters.

    <<You>>: Hi.

    Fade to black, then to the hut. Khandie and a now angry-looking Honey are inside, alongside the Nightmare Queen and player character.

    Honey: The food was doing WHAT? I thought it was just making me go to the dentist more! Oh, I'm gonna throw that cake right into Ma and Pa's faces. I could've been staying in the same school!
    Honey: It takes SO MUCH TIME to show the bullies who's in charge every single time we move. But Sweetest Day this, Sweetest Day that, "We'll have time after Frostval is Sweetest Day!" It's so stupid!
    Khandie: Seriously. And they were just going to do the same for the other holidays, anyways. We'd be old hags by the time they had time for us.
    Honey: YEAH! Oh man, this napping thing is a rush... I like your dad. And your mom! You found a really cool family, sis. I've been stuck with these wannabe stars since they came up with this dumb plan.
    Nightmare Queen: About that, Honey. What is this plan, and when did they come up with it? If they'd always been drawing this much attention, we would've found them much sooner.
    Honey: They only got this loud when Khandie joined us. This Sweetest Day thing was always Ma and Pa's style. It wasn't this nasty before. We'd just call our show days "Sweetest Day" and treat it like a holiday.
    Honey: We started talking about making it an actual holiday... on the trip to Lolosia? That's when we started eating more sweets. Something about working more, and not dreaming so we'd be safe... Wait...
    Nightmare Queen: What's wrong?
    Honey: When DID we head to Lolosia? We were headed for Rennd, and we got turned away, so we had a show by the forest to make some return trip money... Then we were sailing here...
    Khandie: I don't know my geography very well, but I'm pretty sure Rennd isn't by the sea. It sounds like you're missing some memories. What did those freaks do?
    Honey: I don't know... The last thing I remember before the ship is them talking about... the dreams of our fans? Some nonsense about building a gate for us and... someone? I was busy eating while they rambled.
    Nightmare Queen: Don't worry. We laid a trap for them, and I'll send the Chosen ahead to spring the ambush. They will answer our questions, and answer for their exploitation... Either in this realm, or my own.



    100%


    Father and Shugga enter from the right.

    Shugga Khain: Looks like that was the last of the guards. Good thing they're focusing on Frostvale, sugar, because my knuckles are getting sore. Is everything here?
    Father Khain: Nope. They've taken all the utensils we had to leave behind. The new ingredients are still here, so we can still get enough dreams to build the gate. Then Sweetest Day will... Then we'll finish...

    The Khains' faces briefly turn serious, then they smiles again.

    Shugga Khain: Oof, it's gotten stale in here. I can't think straight. We need to hurry back to Honey, so just stash those for now and let's take the monster sugar back with us.

    The player character enters from the left.

    <<You>>: No, keep going. What's this about building a gate?
    Father Khain: <<You>>! I thought you'd be off fighting that clingy Nightmare Queen... Well, I don't suppose someone as clever as yourself is up for negotiating?
    <<You>>: Of course. Just as long as you know how much trouble you'll be in the moment you reach for a weapon, start casting a spell, or reach for anything sneaky.
    Shugga Khain: I do declare! Such a sudden aggressive streak... Very marketable. What are your terms?
    <<You>>: Oh, I don't have 'terms'. I have facts. You're about to surrender, and you're in more trouble than you can imagine. If you think *I* get aggressive when children are exploited, you should meet my... contacts.
    <<You>>: So we'll start at the worst kind of trouble, and dial it down the more your answers satisfy me. Any objections?

    Dots animate over the Khains.

    <<You>>: Excellent. Let's start with this dream-harvesting and gate-building. What does it mean, and what got you up to this?
    Father Khain: The gate? Why, it's how we'll share the real Sweetest Day. This whole thing... This is just a show. An imitation of our dream. But we learned that you can travel to your dreams! A whole world of them!
    Father Khain: It seemed silly to have to put our show together every time, when we could find the magic to share our dream! If people could see the real Sweetest Day, maybe the world would be just a little nicer.
    Shugga Khain: We shared this idea with our biggest fans, and they couldn't get enough of it! They wanted more... Why show them Sweetest Day, when you can use their dreams to build a way to VISIT it?
    <<You>>: You're being very vague. Who did you work on this idea with, and how exactly does that work?
    Shugga Khain: Like I said, we met with our biggest fans after our show at Rennd... Er, not at Rennd, on our way back. We sell some backstage tickets, and give others to well-behaved fans... This time it was... Um...
    Shugga Khain: ...Now, daddy! Throw the sugar in the oven!

    An explosion with white smoke clouds the Khains.

    BOSS BATTLE: Hard Bake Oven

    <<You>>: Wrong answer. I'll have to let the Queen ask the questions
    Father Khain: No! Please! You wouldn't send a guy with glasses to the Nightmare Realm, would you? ...Okay, that line only works if you don't forget your glasses. Just have mercy!
    <<You>>: Then stop playing games before I decide it's my turn to crank up the heat. Who were you working with?! You're clearly nowhere near good enough with magic to figure out a planar gate.

    The Khains' faces turn and stay serious.

    Father Khain: Our... Our fans. Did we really never get their names? We wouldn't be that daft, we don't even sell backstage tickets without names... We spent hours working this out with them, right?
    Shugga Khain: It was days, sugar. Or weeks. Maybe they got the free tickets? We did our big introduction, I started looking for candidates... We bought some ingredients from them and started studying.
    Shugga Khain: They taught us how to take dreams, about food that keeps you working, fruits that keep you from dreaming... That way we'd be safe from anything on the other side. They left, then the bandits came...
    <<You>>: Hold on, you're skipping the entire show. Plus the entire trip from there to the sea and back. If they joined you backstage near Rennd, then left you after you went on a sailing trip, that wasn't just one show.
    Father Khain: When you put it like this, I know it must sound insane, like we brought strangers in and let them push our plans around for... ...I don't remember for how long. It makes sense, it's just hard to describe.
    <<You>>: I'm told Honey doesn't remember this period either. Suppose I believed you, and assume you've been manipulated. I still wouldn't want to trust you with your children until you're making some sense.

    Khandie: I believe them.

    Khandie, Honey, and the Nightmare Queen enter.

    Nightmare Queen: I do sense something at play within your minds. Your will hasn't been stolen away. There is something... new to me inside them. Something replaced? How vexing. I so wanted to punish you two.
    Nightmare Queen: Despite what they say, <<You>>, I sense no dream magic. They were touched by someone powerful enough to bind mortal minds like this, who wants to connect Lore to the dream world
    <<You>>: ...I'm not happy with taking my eyes off of them until I have the full story, but it seems like they're victims as well. Is there anything you can do to help them?
    Nightmare Queen: My dear King should be able, and delightfully willing, to unscramble a mind in his own way. As this influence was very pointedly trying to avoid the Nightmare Realm, they should be safe.
    Nightmare Queen: Khandie, Honey, would you be so kind as to take your family to our home? It's time for a *proper* family reunion.
    (Simultaneously) Khandie: Just say it with me, Honey: There's no place like the Nightmare Realm, there's no place like the Nightmare Realm...
    (Simultaneously) Honey: Can I still pull their hair? Aw, fine. There's no place like the Nightmare Realm...

    All the Khains vanish. The Nightmare Queen advances and turns to the player character.

    Nightmare Queen: I had authorization to punish them, but for Khandie's sake... They will be protected for now. As of you, it is time to reward you with the title and suit of your promised reward. Kneel, Chosen.

    The Queen holds her sword up, as if to knight the player character.

    <<You>>: I can't.
    Nightmare Queen: What?
    <<You>>: It's in my contract. If you want me to kneel, you have to give me the goods first, or my animator will have to spend years messing with every outfit I've ever had, and my agent will bill you for those hours.
    Nightmare Queen: ...Nevermind. Just... just open the item shop.


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