Lich Me Some Magic - Blaze
Sept 10, 2020 18:46:44 GMT
Queen Merla, the Sun-Blessed, Ian, and 1 more like this
Post by Blaze on Sept 10, 2020 18:46:44 GMT
That thing people blab on about; not working with kids or animals? First job in this bloody town was rats and cats. But oh no, that's not enough trouble for you Blaze, what you need; is to be surrounded by a bunch of brats...Fuck my life.
So I'm at a loose end after fighting in the pits, been told that the Flourished Hook might have some job postings. The place is prissy. I see this scruffy guy at the bar and figure if they let him in then it probably ain't too expensive, right? Lucky for me or probably where everything started to go downhill...Brat 1 and Brat 2 show up offering me a free beer. Now I ain't one to turn down a free drink, even when the urchin SPECIFICALLY mentions he didn't spit in it. Fuck it, free beer. That's when they say that there's a third brat that needs help and well I'm invested now cus of the drink so off we trudge. Once they've gathered up some more "adventurers", the scruffy old man included.
Turns out Brat 3 is staying in some dilapidated manor house because she had run away and was hiding from her piece of shit dad. He'd done something magic/ritual to her without consent, then kept her under lock and key for years.
She wanted our help cus her dad keeps sending out henchmen to get her and she wants to know how they keep finding her.
This is the part where Necro-dick starts talking about payment and getting real interested in this girls magic and what was done to her. Proper probing questions about some necromancy bullshit. Fucking read the room loser.
I make it known that of course I'm gonna help her get away from the abusive dickweed that is her dad. Doesn't matter if she is changing her appearance, the brat's had a hard paper round.
Brat 2? Urgh too many brats, let's call her Shortstack.
Shortstack accuses me of having morals, but there seems to be a general consensus about helping.
And thus begins the field trip to the Library, which the Nerd was thrilled about. Something was found in a red leather book about phylacteries. The librarian then sends us to two magic junk shops: Petty Parchments & All Things Arcana // Blue Soul Arcanum
The owner of Blue Soul said they'd give us the components we needed for a necklace...I think? I dunno, was pretty fucking lost as soon as I got through the door. Arcana ain't my area of expertise. Getting shit done however: is. She wanted help with promoting the shop. So pamphlets were made and Blabbermouth came up with the eloquent slogan "Blue Soul Arcanum - Where your soul won't be blue anymore"...which might explain why she doesn't talk much...Anyway, I raced the old man to hand them out and obviously I won.
Next stop the Petty place.
The old hag who owns the place seems to know a ritual to help, components and people are gathered round to start it and help the brat.
Now things get interesting. Turns out the girl is a) a lich b) some sort of vessel for her bastard of an old mans soul or something.
A Shade comes out of her in the middle of the ritual - looks like her Pa. He's bloody potent even as a Shade. Put's up a hell of a fight, especially when one fucking helpful Necro-Dick decides to attack a literal fucking undead shadow with necrotic spells and thus bolster it. I really hope that it was a mistake. For his sake.
Between the rest of us we manage to dust it.
So the plan to transfer the undead brats signal over to something else and have hers masked; ultimately worked.
But now her dad obviously knows that she is upto something.
She's likely to need more help in the future.
Oh and turns out the Nerd and the Old man aren't terrible fighters.
Gauntlet Blaze
Blaze
So I'm at a loose end after fighting in the pits, been told that the Flourished Hook might have some job postings. The place is prissy. I see this scruffy guy at the bar and figure if they let him in then it probably ain't too expensive, right? Lucky for me or probably where everything started to go downhill...Brat 1 and Brat 2 show up offering me a free beer. Now I ain't one to turn down a free drink, even when the urchin SPECIFICALLY mentions he didn't spit in it. Fuck it, free beer. That's when they say that there's a third brat that needs help and well I'm invested now cus of the drink so off we trudge. Once they've gathered up some more "adventurers", the scruffy old man included.
Turns out Brat 3 is staying in some dilapidated manor house because she had run away and was hiding from her piece of shit dad. He'd done something magic/ritual to her without consent, then kept her under lock and key for years.
She wanted our help cus her dad keeps sending out henchmen to get her and she wants to know how they keep finding her.
This is the part where Necro-dick starts talking about payment and getting real interested in this girls magic and what was done to her. Proper probing questions about some necromancy bullshit. Fucking read the room loser.
I make it known that of course I'm gonna help her get away from the abusive dickweed that is her dad. Doesn't matter if she is changing her appearance, the brat's had a hard paper round.
Shortstack accuses me of having morals, but there seems to be a general consensus about helping.
And thus begins the field trip to the Library, which the Nerd was thrilled about. Something was found in a red leather book about phylacteries. The librarian then sends us to two magic junk shops: Petty Parchments & All Things Arcana // Blue Soul Arcanum
The owner of Blue Soul said they'd give us the components we needed for a necklace...I think? I dunno, was pretty fucking lost as soon as I got through the door. Arcana ain't my area of expertise. Getting shit done however: is. She wanted help with promoting the shop. So pamphlets were made and Blabbermouth came up with the eloquent slogan "Blue Soul Arcanum - Where your soul won't be blue anymore"...which might explain why she doesn't talk much...Anyway, I raced the old man to hand them out and obviously I won.
Next stop the Petty place.
The old hag who owns the place seems to know a ritual to help, components and people are gathered round to start it and help the brat.
Now things get interesting. Turns out the girl is a) a lich b) some sort of vessel for her bastard of an old mans soul or something.
A Shade comes out of her in the middle of the ritual - looks like her Pa. He's bloody potent even as a Shade. Put's up a hell of a fight, especially when one fucking helpful Necro-Dick decides to attack a literal fucking undead shadow with necrotic spells and thus bolster it. I really hope that it was a mistake. For his sake.
Between the rest of us we manage to dust it.
So the plan to transfer the undead brats signal over to something else and have hers masked; ultimately worked.
But now her dad obviously knows that she is upto something.
She's likely to need more help in the future.
Oh and turns out the Nerd and the Old man aren't terrible fighters.
Blaze
