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 Oh no, not these guys again... it is all upstanding imp based contracting help! No skullduggery or manipulation here! Slick decided with his newfound restrictions, he should perhaps try something a little more on the up and up than his usual fare. Now, he wasn't very good at actually helping, but he could probably get some other people to do so! Now, classic technique for advertising and politics isn't to make your product look good, but to make your opposition look worse! And so, he rounded up the destitute and the homeless and payed anyone who agreed to move from Rodrick's area to instead loiter around any competing stores. You aren't going to want to go in a storefont with ne'er do wells hanging about! Improve the Shopfront by comparison: 1d10+3 11 1d10 4 Man, all this legwork is hard! If only we had some tiny bat wings, we could get a lot more done!
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 Molly peered at the grimoire with distaste. These summoning spells were downers. Had these assholes ever met a bile demon? Grinning like an inside-out food processor, the  Forge Spells: 1d10+3 7 Voting HORMS.
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 Pyros howled with glee as he slipped the summoner's bindings. Time for more fun!. His golden scepter appeared in his hand. What to do...the shoemaker obviously had enough money to pay the rent. The rent was lowered...customers were coming in...good. Now Pyros was free to do whatever he wanted as long as he could justify it by ensuring the shoemaker had no issues paying the rent. Of course...this didn't mean we couldn't cause more trouble for the shoemaker. Perhaps a wealthy yet attractive widow becoming a regular customer would cause some interesting things to happen. Surely an attractive widow would help a poor shoemaker with his rent if she was infatuated with him, right? Time for Pyros' writing skills to shine! Write steamy letters setting up nighttime rendezvous between rich widow and Roderick: 1d10-3 6 Voting WINGS for more mischief!.
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 Ahh thieving! It truly was the greatest joy in life. But what to steal next? Cheese rubbed his chin with his giant hands, looking at the other imps for ideas. Hmm? What was Molly doing? Looking at a Grimoire? Spell stuff? Ooohhh, Cheese loved spell stuff, it always required such a variety of things that he could take from others! Spell ingredients it is! Thieving magical doo-dads to help Forge Spells: 1d10+3 9 Voting Horns
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 V'Por looked at the growing pile of shoes (inventory!) in disbelief. He shook his head and fists in frustrations, "Just look at this product! That’s dead gold, right there, sitting in a corner!! No wonder Roderick can’t make his rent, gold is being spent, and we’re not making any of it back!!! Its borderline Criminal!!!!" Well, V'Por would take care of that the best way he knew how, Salesimpship!!! Some of the other Imps had the right idea, time to spruce up the storefront, get foot traffic up, hang some advertising, and generate some excitement!! V'Por took out his quick reference salesguide Nine Easy Steps to Unleash Your Inner Demonic Salesimp!! and scanned through some pages. “Ah Ha!!! Here’s what we’re going to do; Going out of Business Sale! Everything must go!! Buy one shoe at twice the price, get the other one free!!!” Action > > Improve the store front by hanging up some banner ads!: 1d10+3 9 [1d10=6] Imp-provement Vote: Bigger Horns!! 
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 Midas considered his work goldifying the shop and was pleased by his success so far. Sure, some of the other imps were already trying to lay fire to it, but it would hopefully hold up for another night without his direct intervention. Thus freed up, he cast his gaze around to see what else needed a touch of transmutation magic. While for the novice transmutation was mostly about turning things into gold, Midas was an experienced transmuter, and he knew that it encompassed all manners of spells that were concerned with changing things and concepts. As he skulked around the shop, Midas noticed that Lotti had latent magical abilities. Those could be put to good use he wagered, and so he decided to transmute some useless parts of her memories into much more useful knowledge about demonic transmutation magic. This would surely help her in her craft. Transmute some of Lottis memories into knowledge of demonic transmutation magic: 1d10+3 4 Having finished his task he rubbed his growing horns dissatisfied, this would likely take more than one night to finish.
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 Sure, Hat could spend the night making more hats. But the appearance of the apprentice changed things. Skilled enough to be able to work on her own, but not so set in her ways to be devoted to shoes. Yes, she'd make a fine milliner. Hat grabbed an inkwell and some paper and started writing down the basics of hat manufacture. Everything Lotti would need to rebel against her father's wishes and go into business on her own. An independent hat-maker, just like Hat! Writing "Millinery 101": 1d10+3 12 Voting for Horns.
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 Set lighthearted traps throughout the Shoemaker's place in case it's burglarized or broken into. Traps!: 1d10+3 4 I mean, if a few all of them triggered on customers... *grin* That's fun too. Vote: Horns
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 That should be a good enough supply of materials for a while, Stallone decided. And besides, just supplying cows, while important, was boring. He wanted to go for a real ride, but he didn't want to break the terms of the binding while he was at it. He considered taking Gottfried out for a spin, but Jade told him quite firmly that the sorcerer wasn't meant for that kind of riding. As he was making his way back from Gottfried's dorm, though, he saw it--a competing shoe shop! Oh, this was a wonderful excuse for some mayhem. Sneaking inside, he conjured up a bull, mounted up, and gave it a swat, gripping its horns for dear life as it began to thrash about, smashing the storefront to pieces. "YEEHAW!" Bull in a Shoe Shop: 1d10+3 10
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Updated the Results Spreadsheet with expected info, let me know if any disagreements or anything. Update expected Friday.
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WereGoat posted:Erika was her name, and she was paying a pretty penny to find out who was diluting the market with infernal gold. Welp, looks like its blood for the Blood God from here on out.
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 Night 4/7 The succubus imp – Jade she said she was called? She kept Gottfried occupied over the next day. Not like that, mind out the gutter! No, she had been summoned to keep him alive. Make sure he was fed and watered, and so on. He looked worried. When would it end? Not tonight, that’s for sure! Imp summons continue 17 imps summoned! Gottfried's mana drops from 20/20 to 3/20 Gottfried opens his eyes, surprised to be feeling… not too bad? Well, we’ll see about that! Torb wasted no time in throwing threats in his face, backed up by little zaps! A sorceror’s magical energies would contribute a lot to energising the imp population more. Erator had an idea to help, and took his pocketwatch… waved… it… slowl… y… “More power, yeah, I’ve got magic… powerful sorcerer… watch…”  Gottfried’s mana drops from 3/20 to 0/20 Imp-provements advanced by 3! Nice. Molly looked up from the spellbook. Tick! First section sorted. There were other imp adjacent spells that could be modified too, but they were all in fancy inks and stuff, rats! Oh, thanks Cheese! These valuable inks and accoutrements are perfect to detail this diagram, heh heh heh, the next person to set up this portal viewer would be in for a nasty surprise. And there was plenty left over!  A plan was forming. Brug and Midas took a little of the excess mana leaking out of Torb’s magic and wove it into a demonic spell. Perfect! With this they could power up the shoemaker’s apprentice (in their own special ways)! Hat looked up from where she was using some of Cheese’s ink to write out a special little tome of millinery. Perhaps they could collaborate? Yeah, a delivery mechanism was needed, and they had a book right here, the power would flow right in as she read the words! Grimoire manufacture began in earnest. Hey Snikt, could you cut- yeah thanks. It just needed a little boost – oh hey, wasn’t there some of that Sorceror’s blood lying about?  Sorceror's blood: 1d10 1  Huh. That was disappointing. The little group look over to Gottfried. Disappointing, but expected. More blood! Sorceror's blood: 1d10 4 All this magic flying around. Flux liked the teaching idea but it is just too little too late. No, the shoemaker needed to be better yesterday. Or earlier. Well why not? The time imp gated away, appearing back at the shoe shop. But it looked different. For one, it was daytime (a technicality, local time was still night). The shop sign looked newly painted. And there was the shoemaker. He looked pretty young. No matter- Zap! That! Knowledge! Straight! Into! His! Brain!  Far in the future “Zeb, we’re getting some chronological anomalies showing up.”  “What?” “Cascading retro-causality leading to critical failu-wait it’s gone. I’ll continue to monitor, prep for field work just in case.” “Aw crif, I hate field work, can’t you send Xedol?” Back in the present Pity had joined the imps setting out for a night on the town, but broke away when they spotted a well. *Hork* The water glowed faintly.  Stallone and Slick watched the physic administer their treatment to the towns water source. Well, there was better ways to wreck the town! Well, more direct at least. Certainly more focussed. The competing shoe shops wouldn’t know what hit them. *Smash!* *Bang!* *Wallop!* *Moo!*  The workshop was lit with an unearthly glow. Dalton wiped his forehead. Phew! Back to work, he grabbed the shining, magical implements Snikt had been conjuring, and chipped away more hellgold. This place wasn’t burning until they chipped this all off! Winky turned round after polishing another gold plated- hey! That took AGES to buff out! The ever-cleaning imp sighed, and collected the chipped off gold, neatly polishing it. AGAIN.  V’Por looked up at the banner ads all over the front of the shop. A job well done. The shoe shop stood out from all the other buildings on the street with the bright, exciting messages promising great things for those who would step inside. They were so good, V’Por felt like stepping inside themselves! *Snonk*. The sales imp looked at the beartrap that was wedged onto his newly extended horns. Oh for- Sparx! What’re you playing at!  Pyros giggled. The letter was ready, the widow wouldn’t be able to resist Rodrick with this prose! Why, it was enough to make an imp blush! Well, a widow. He thought for a moment. Hmm, he would need to pick one carefully. Someone who wouldn’t get the shoemaker locked up for indecency, or discard the letter without acting on it. This needed some careful consideration.  --- The rain continued, and the family woke to the sound rattling on the roof. Not the nicest of days. Rodrick sighed. It drove away customers, stopped visitors. Which meant it was the perfect day for shopping. Which meant going out in the rain. Well, he needed to stop by and check up on Gottfried anyway. He opened the front door. Wet! He was going to get soaked. He claimed the last hat as his own, said his goodbyes and left for the market, headed off to the high-street. (He didn’t even notice the shopfront, how rude!) With Tilda out gathering herbs, Lotti was left to her own devices for a precious few hours. Free time to… what’s this? A gift from her parents! A book on hatmaking? She flipped it open, and understood. The leatherworking here could make her better at shoes. Plus people liked the hats they were selling recently. She flipped through, admiring the intricate diagrams. It seemed to spe̎̃̎͂a̓̊̀̚̚k to her. She understood. So muͣ̾̾̚ch. Tilda returned and hung up her hood to dry. “Lotti, come help me. Lotti!” She steps up the stairs, irritated. “Lotti, what are you-Oh!” Lotti lay where she had collapsed on the floor, staring blankly at the ceiling. Leather in hand, groceries in his covered basket, some gifts from the market for Lotti and Tilda. And some nice writing materials for Gottfried’s studies. A productive day. Rodrick approaches the Wizard’s tower, the sorcerous school Gottfried attended. He knocked on the door and waited in the rain. After a short wait (the sound of bolts being drawn back, metal on metal, a strange whine), the door was opened by the doorman. “Af’ernoon Rodrick, ere t’ see Gottfried again?” “Harald! Good to see you! Yes, he didn’t make it to diner again.” “Kick im t’ the curb, e’s a wee shite” “Harald, he tries. Come on now, he’s my brother.” “In-law. Y’ give im too much. E’s a troublemaker an-” Escorted up Gottfried’s room, the doorman bangs on the door loudly. “Gottfried! Yer brother’s ere!” Silence. Scraping. “Oi Gottfried! Don’t keep us waitin’ ere!” Grunting. Scratching. “Somethin’s up ere, stand back”. Sorceror casts Scry Sorceror detects…. Demonic intrusion detected! “Ach the dirty bastard’s summoned a Succubus. Gottfried! The Dean’s gonnae hear uv this! Sorry Rodrick, come back tomorrow or summat.” “What’s a succubus? Is he alright?” “Don’t ask. E’ll be fine. Probably.” Returning home, Rodrick was summoned upstairs. Lotti was sick. She seemed to have some kind of fever or something? What was wrong? Nothing was wrong! She blinked, awake. Smiled. Sat upright. “No, Lotti, you need to rest. Lie back.” She understood. Everything.  shoemaker goes shopping! Shoemaked buys gifts! 2 silver spent on Lotti! 2 silver spent on Tilda! 2 silver spent on Gottfried! Shoemaker buys leather! 5 silver spent! Shoemaker is worried… Shoemaker's apprentice is ill! Herb gatherer tends to Shoemaker’s apprentice… Shoemaker’s apprentice hallucinates! Shoemaker's apprentice learns a lot Shoemakers apprentice makes a lot of progress… Shoemakers apprentice becomes Journeyman Shoemaker! Shoemaker’s apprentice becomes apprentice Diabolist! PI tries door. It’s locked! PI bangs on door. No one answers! PI watches from the shadows. PI leaves. Customers - No one is manning the shop! Angelic interference - None! 0 Halos awarded. Slick may dismiss halo! Or he could keep it, might come in handy.  or  13, unlucky for some- Triggered! - 1 imps gets lucky! Slick can choose to EITHER get an additional distinguishing feature, OR take two actions in the second night. Currently active: Current night 4/7 Kill Gottfried 8/20 Move Gottfried’s death day 3/10 Look for Loopholes 0/20 Forge spells 13/5 Complete, and more! Spillover to forge more spells! Forge more spells 8/5 Complete, and more! Spillover to Write, like, a whole grimoire of imp magic or something! Write, like, a whole grimoire of imp magic or something! 3/10 You have secreted key spells in existing books, but a whole tome of impy spells to lure and trap sorcerers could be good. You’ve done the groundwork already. Damage town 10/20 Collateral damage! If the locals are too busy cleaning up, repairing, vomiting, and so on, they can’t look for imps! Widowmaker 1/20 Like, what if a wealthy widow fell for Rodrick? He’d be rolling in cash, right? You’ve got the saucy letter ready, now you just need to select a suitable widow. And get it to her in a way that doesn’t appear really creepy. Sorceror’s blood 0 Cash 24/15. Hats 0 Shoes 11 Materials 0/12 (prepared/total). Hellmarked Gold 5 Push back deadline 14/20 Burn it to the ground -3/10 Improvements Improve something! All improvements can also go into negatives. Cashflow 12/20 Productivity 19/20 Shopfront 30/20 Complete, and more! Spillover to Even better Shopfront! Even better Rent 11/20 Even better Imps! 16/20 Shoemaker’s apprentice 23/20 Little Lotti has so much potential! Shoemaking, demonic power, she just need a hand from all you imps. Wait, no, power up activated! Complete, and more! Spillover to Even better Shoemaker’s apprentice! Even better Shoemaker’s apprentice! 3/20 P-P-P-Power up! Even better Shopfront 10/20 Yeah, it’s looking great! Customers will be swarming here in no time! But you could make it better. You know you can. Completed tasks! Capture Gottfiried Locate landlord Set up insurance scam Tattoo Gottfried Cover up impvolvement Improve Rent Improve Imps! Shoemaker Dropbox Shoemaker results spreadsheet Note: bonus to in-domain actions has increased to +5 with bigger horns! Let me know if you notice any mistakes, Thanks SuperBestPal and CloudPotato :-) WereGoat fucked around with this message at 18:50 on Mar 24, 2018 |
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 Dalton lets out a raspy half sigh half cough as it pops back into being and notices the Cobbler's store is still standing. Typical imp behaviour; plans upon plans would be laid only for them to fail to follow through on the important details. With a shake of it's head, distinctly weighty feeling tonight it noticed, Dalton set back off into the city in search of more material to work with. Unfamiliar with the actual purpose of stores, outside of their tendency to produce the highly prized garbage Dalton craved, the Rubbish imp discarded several perfectly good options that would lead to what it sought after. Dalton's final stop wasn't the camping store or yhe fire starting emporium, no, Dalton was out back of the shadiest tavern in town. The Three Angels had just finished their annual fry-o-thon and Dalton could smell discarded cooking grease a mile off. Newly recovered accelerant in grubby grubby hands, Dalton set off intent on adding fuel to a fire just waiting to happen. Looting trashed cooking grease to help Burn It Down =10 Successful Businessmanga fucked around with this message at 08:33 on Mar 24, 2018 |
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 Winky the Cleaning Imp hadn't known Lotti the Shoemaker's apprentice for very long, but he could tell that the growing human girl had a lot of potential as an infernal sorceress. The problem was, human magic school was expensive. If Lotti was ever going to learn to summon bigger, proper demons she'd need to be classically trained by the masters first. Maybe if the shoemaker could afford to send her off to school that'd be a different story, but as it stood Rodrick the shoemaker couldn't part with the girl apprentice - she was far too important to the family business. Lotti was crucial for freeing up the tasks of her parents, it seemed, and a lot of the chores she had to do for involved cleaning. Sweeping up the shop, cleaning up the shoemaker's materials, organizing the shoemaker's tools, scouring pots and pans, polishing the finished shoes - all of these tasks fell under Lotti's purview. What if Lotti was free to do as she pleased tomorrow? Cleaning Out Lotti's List of Chores: 1d10+5 14 Winky decided to clean out the young apprentice's to-do list by doing Lotti's chores for the upcoming week.
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 (I'm deciding to keep the halo, it might be fun!) Slick, sighing and shaking his head, summons himself a Stylish Walking Stick, patrols the exterior of the shoe shop. Surprisingly hard to burn one of these down! He sets himself to his task, hoping his newfound Attempt to burn it down, part 2: 1d10-3 7, Angel Roll 1d10 10 Hey, what is that strange glowing? Captainicus fucked around with this message at 11:05 on Mar 24, 2018 |
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 Molly peered at the supine apprentice, drooling and muttering, and nodded sagely. Lotti was ready to learn the next level of spells! The real ones! But first, something had to be done about her nasty human habit of passing out for hours at a time. As any young up-and-coming necromancer, demonologist, or devil's advocate could tell you, when you had centuries of blasphemous arcanoi to blacken your soul with, and a mere mortal lifetime in which to do it, the pro move was to outsource your sleep. Taking up her inscription tools again, Molly (who, in her career as an infernal dogsbody, had missed her calling as a Improve Apprentice - Remove Her Sleep!: 1d10+5 7
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 Gavin, Dean’s Familiar 10/10 hp 5/10 mana “-a succubus yesterday, and it’s still there today!” Sausage, sweat, fear. A little magic. Stinky doorman was complaining to the boss, again. “At least he seems to be pushing himself to try out new spells, succubi summons are quite complex." “But-“ Boss raises his hand to cut him off. Talc. Sugar. MAGIC. “But dangerous, yes. I will deal with your concerns directly. Gavin! Heel!” I bound out of my basket, ready for action! Hell yeah! This Gottfried was in for a ruff day! “Good boy. What’s this? What’s this? That’s right it’s demon. Fetch!” He summons a tiny hellfiend and grabs it, wafts its smell. Banishes it again. Like I didn’t know what demons smelled like. Patronising pillock. “Arf! I’m your familiar, not your pet! I know what I’m doing!” I head back to my basket and grab my hat of office. My “Once you’ve dealt with the succubus, send Gottfried up to see me, we need to have a little chat. There’s a good boy. Catch.” I catch the slice of chicken he throws me. Wruf, like I don’t understand school disciplinary policy. I smell irritation on stinky doorman. Same as usual. Thinks the dean isn’t taking it seriously. Well I’m a demon hunter. A fiend finder. A hell hound! Wait, no, those exist already. But I can find them! Bite them! Send them back to the pit! I follow the stinky doorman out. So many stairs. “Wrof doorman, gimmie a lift”. He grumbles the whole way. It’s getting late, so not many people are about, makes my job easier. Less wayward magic. At the door he sets me down roughly. “Rrrrrr - Easy on the goods.” Well here it was and- whoa! DEMON, BRIMSTONE, FIRE, BLOOD, ink, MAGIC. “I’ll take it from here”. Familiar casts Gate Master! Mana spend reduced to 0! Familiar phases through door! ----- Gavin's arrival coincides with next imp summoning! PI will shake down the shoeshop tomorrow!
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Mar 25, 2018 13:30
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 Oh no, a PI! Cheese had to be quick to prevent this! Thankfully, robbery could help like always. He'd just have to thieve all his shoes and his socks, car keys and wallet so that he simply can't leave his house! Genius! Thieving utilities from PI so that he can't come: 1d10+5 10
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Mar 25, 2018 13:34
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 Blast it, it's the cops! Well, this "sorceror" was running out of juice anyways. He couldn't even put a stop-phrase into his own spell. What reckless stupidity! He'd get them all killed sooner or later. Let the school's disciplinarian have him. There were more promising subjects out there. Torb had heard of this new diabolist at the shoeshop. She had potential, yes. The other imps were already doing what they could to increase her knowledge and power. Torb would join them. He popped up on her bed that night with a sulfury *POOF* and slapped her awake. "Alright, dear. We've been doing all the work around here for you'se guys but now our summoner is about to get killed. So, if you want to keep learning the wizardly arts- and how to make better shoes and hats, do insurance fraud and likewise, I guess- then you'll need to learn how to do it yourself. Tonight. Here, do start memorizing the spells he says, pointing to Midas while I paint some mana-efficiency invisible tattoos on your skin Lotti imp-provement going on: 1d10+5 15 Oh hey. She was doing great. Already there was enough power to summon Torb's Demon-tooth wand!
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Mar 25, 2018 14:06
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->  Her horns had grown. She'd have to re-adjust all the hats at home. Finally, something to look forward to! Hat thought to herself, as she looked at the sleeping apprentice. The sorceror's blood might have been a mistake. It was not just hat-making that Lotti had learned, but the beginnings of magic. Hat needed to see what would become of this young woman; a milliner, or a magician? She went downstairs to the workshop, and started making hats as usual. But this time, some of the hats were deliberately left unfinished. The first one was simple, just sew crown onto brim. And slowly the difficulty would increase. Time to see if this family could make hats after all. Making hats to teach hat-making: 1d10+5 10
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Mar 25, 2018 14:47
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 Pity found it entirely irresponsible that a summoner would engage in so much summoning without a steady supply of blood. What if their health failed? Why would no one consider its job security just once? The tiny fiend wandered down the hall from Gottfried's room and was all the more astounded to find that their summoner was ignoring such a large supply of plump, mana-rich donors. Pity simply couldn't stand wastage. Collect Apprentice Sorcerer Blood: 1d10+5 9
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Mar 26, 2018 05:54
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 Snikt Reasoning that this is due to his involvement in providing more implements for the grimoire trimming, Snikt takes his little safety scissors and continues to trim the pages neatly. With an obsidian-tipped scalpel he cuts out a hellish pastoral scene of burning trees and churning bloody brooks lazily storming around the souls of the lost. A devilish decoupage charged to arcanely festoon the magical tome. Devil's Decoupage of Doom: 1d10+5 14
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Mar 26, 2018 19:15
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 Stallone was glad that his new horns came in normally. For a moment there he'd thought he'd wind up with bull horns, and while sticking to a theme was good, there was such a thing as taking it too far. Smashing up that shoe shop had been satisfying, but Stallone hungered for more. A good stampede down the middle of town ought to keep people occupied, right? Lead the Stampede!: 1d10+5 6 Well, that was the idea. Unfortunately the cows were proving unusually docile, so in the end he had to settle for leaving them in really inconvenient places. That should be good for a little confusion, at least!
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Mar 27, 2018 17:31
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 V'Por’s imp-stincts tingled. It appears that some nickel-for-hire gumshoe PI was on their case, and he was planning to visit the store in the morning. Well, that just won’t do, not when business was finally picking up! Cheese had the right idea, although V'Por wanted to do more than just delay the PI for the day. Time to introduce this fella to the rougher side of sales; after all, the life of a SalesImp wasn’t all smiles and commission. After Cheese had done his thieving duty, V'Por shadow-poofed to the still sleeping man and whispered in his ear, “Now, look here PI-man, the shoemaker is just looking to make a quiet, decent living, like you. Why don’t you leave well enough alone, and there might be some extra coal in your stocking this year? The shoe business is known to be quite generous to their friends.” Action > ‘Sell’ the PI on dropping the case:: 1d10+5 10 [1d10=5]
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Mar 27, 2018 20:54
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Night 5/7 A pug in a wizard hat bursts into the room! As the door portal disappears behind it, it bounds across the floor and pounces on Jade!  Conceptual rending! There’s more where that came from! “Oh no, the Dean’s familiar!” Gottfried looks over from where he remains tied up near the bed. This wasn’t good, he was in some real trouble now. At least it couldn’t get much wo~oo~oor~s~e Imp summons continue 17 imps summoned! Gottfried's mana drops from 20/20 to 3/20 The imps sweep into action! Brug is right there with a note for- uh oh.  Uuuh that was totally a doctor prescribed imp you just shredded you uppity pooch! None of the imps here are even summoned by him, look, taste this sorceress essence! Totally not from this guy! (Erator slips back with some of Lotti’s mana, and distributes it out) Prole steps up to the plate with a summons, straight from the sorcerer’s halls above! Things were kicking off, and the Dean’s familiar was needed urgently to deal with a magical contract negotiation rapidly going south!  “?????? Buh? I’m needed on official business? Wruf! Gavin away!” The dog departs! Gavin permanently defeated with guile! He takes your doctor’s note to give to the Dean later! I’m sure that will go well. Pity used the dog-distraction to sneak into the student halls and extract some blood carefully, storing it in vials for later. By taking blood from lot sof diferent students t meant that no individual student would notice!  Snikt looked up from their decoupage. Hm? Was there a problem? Apparently not. And the Grimoire was coming along very nicely. *Snip Snip* Lovely! All it needed was… a cover! 2 leather taken to complete Grimoire! Lookin’ good!  Anyway, now that’s out of the way, Erator joined the others around Lotti. As he was saying, if she could be so kind to grant them just a little mana, they could be so much better! Which was better for her! Better for everyone!  “Ummm…” How much mana?: 1d20 18 WHOA! This was going to make imp-provements so much easier! 18 mana channelled to imp-provements Midas was there to explain, transmutating her thoughts into something that could understand more clearly. Torb waved him away with irritation, he was going to have to re-do these invisible tattoos now! And what was this mana use, pre-emptive is what it was. She should sleep and recover… What sleep? SLEEP? You don’t need sleep if someone else sleeps for you! Molly finished signing off the infernal paperwork to trade almost all of Lotti’s sleep for some DEMON VISION HELL YEAH! Flux made some tweaks to the time-stream, setting a toggle to- there! Now whenever Lotti did fall asleep she would be transported out of the mortal time-sphere, to awaken with no time lost!  Well Hat was much less intrusive. Setting out the hat bits, she was letting Lotti learn by doing. After all, she was a crafter, right? Hands on experience was necessary. She would have plenty of time to practice, after all. Torky had assembled an automatic leather cutting machine, speeding up shoemaking immensely. And Winky had all her chores and things sorted. Now she was free to do as she pleased!  Ted finished smoothing out the time wrinkle. Flux’s time travelling was useful, yes, but they did not need some two-bit time-cop sniffing about. Cheese nodded in agreement, phasing back in place after stealing that PI’s clothing. Not what they needed at all. There, he had shoes, clothes, underwear, wallet. He even stole, erm… car keys? Flux is this something to do with you? *Mooo* That isn’t Flux, that’s Stallone with another cow for some reason! Well the town people will certainly be confused by that. V'Por phased in after Cheese, and whispered in the PI's ear. That should give him some second thoughts.   Pyros looked across the bar. Good information was flowing, yeah he had some leads. Now to scope out the- hey isn’t that the PI? Well he had a little cash on him, and was certainly wearing clothes, though not his usual getup. Out late was he? Looks like he was here for the fry-up. A lot on his mind. Dalton wandered past the group, carrying away the large vat of cooking grease. Back to the shop where t would make things nice and flammable. Slick was waiting, looking around the exterior. Yes if he splashed the oil here and he~ouur~ghhhhh#kkk Oh this won’t do, yes this grease is very dangerous, I’ll take care of it  --- Lotti was awake. She had been awake since her nightime visitors. Not a dream. They were Imps, she knew that. Knew how to summon and bind them and their kind on a whim. Knew how to channel their powers at a thought. Knew so much that she shouldn’t know. But she didn’t know why. She stepped out of her room and down the stairs. There was some kind of INFERNAL MACHINE, (it burned in her vision, imp made). Its use was clear. She needed something to do. Cleaning was… done. Cutting was… handled by the new machine. Some hat-making materials? Well, that would keep her mind occupied at least. She thought as she sewed. The weird things the last few days, all imps. That was clear now. Uncle Gottfried had summoned them, but they were swarming around her now. Why. They were messing with her mind. She had blanks in her memory. She set one hat down and moved on to another. This tool was the wrong shape. She shifted it into another form and – wait that wasn’t normal was it? She melded it into brass. Silver. Gold. Back to iron. No that wasn’t right. Her parents were waking, she needed answers. Her uncle knew magic stuff but… it didn’t sound like he was very good. But at the school, maybe? As they came down the stairs, she faked a smile. “I woke early and finished my chores, can I go out to the market?” Rodrick looked about surprised, and nodded. And she was off! Rodrick examined the well-made hats dotted about the shop, not perfect like the previous ones, but still good. He set them up ready to be sold. And tried out this weird machine! It sliced! It diced! And it provided all the materials he needed to make shoes! He was getting used to the strangeness every morning. So he got to work, making shoes. Not that there was a rush, there was plenty of stock. Just as well, as it was a busy busy day! Shoes and hats were just flying off the shelves! And at the end of the day, the money they made. Three months’ rent right there. Plus spending. It was going better than he could have ever imagined. Tilda was more apprehensive. She looked at the new machine, and left their home for the afternoon to gather herbs and think about what to do. Shoemakers “apprentice” is tense. Shoemakers “apprentice” learns a lot. Shoemakers “apprentice” becomes journeyman shoemaker / milliner Shoemakers “apprentice” learns a lot more diablerie… Shoemakers “apprentice” makes hats! Shoemakers “apprentice” steals a grimoire! Shoemakers “apprent|*%&)(………………………………………………….. ??????????????????????????????????? Shoemaker is content. Shoemaker prepares- material no longer needs prepared! Shoemaker makes shoes! Herb gatherer is worried. Herb gatherer “gathers herbs”. Customers: 1d10 10 I forgot that the shopfront was improved... More customers!: 2d10 11 5 Hats sold: 5d2 8 5 Shoes sold: 5d2 6 Sell shoes/hats to extra customers: 11d2 16 Angelic interference - None! 0 Halos awarded. Wait... Winky, Midas, Flux, Torb, Snikt and Stallone ignore bindings! Interference raised to 6! 13, unlucky for some- Triggered! - 1 imp gets lucky! Ted can choose to EITHER get an additional distinguishing feature, OR take 14-15, not unlucky at all No bonuses awarded for 14s and 15s! Currently active: Current night 5/7 Delay/stop Hound 23/ 10/20 Hound stopped! You are safe from the ravages of the hound! And the Dean won’t hear about it for a few days! 3 spillover to Delay/Stop PI! Delay/stop PI 14/ 10/20 Successfully delayed PI! Task restarts, 10 consumed to delay him, 4 spill over to Stop PI! Stop PI 4/20 Stop him! He knows too much! Note: Erika's appearance will be triggered next update, Success here will reduce the final difficulty and what she knows! L0t||| 0/???? Umm, wheres Lotti? Theres some kind of interference? Kill Gottfried 8/20 Move Gottfried’s death day 13/10 Complete, and more! Gottfried cannot die until night Spillover to Look for Loopholes Look for Loopholes3/20 Write, like, a whole grimoire of imp magic or something! 10/10 Complete! You have an infernal tome of magic! But what should you do with it? Burn it to the ground -3/10 Damage town 10/20 Widowmaker 4/20 Sorceror’s blood 5 Cash 54(!)/15. Hats 5 Shoes 19 Materials 0 Hellmarked Gold 5 Push back deadline 25/20 Complete, and more! 5 spill over to move Gottfried’s death day. Extra day awarded! Imps will be summoned on night 8! Improvements Improve something! All improvements can also go into negatives. Cashflow 13/20 Productivity 31/20 Complete, and more! Material no longer needs prepared! Spillover to Even better shopfront Even better Rent 11/20 Even better Imps! 47/20 Complete, and more! Spillover to… wait dd you just double improve the imps? Yes you did! With spillover! 7 spillover to Final imp upgrade! Even better Shoemaker’s apprentice! 25/20 In one day she's almost reached journeyman status as a diablerist. And she's great at hat making too! Spillover to Best Shoemaker's apprentice! Best Shoemaker’s apprentice! 5/20 LOCKED ??? Where's Lotti? Even better Shopfront 21/20 Complete, and more! Spillover to improved cashflow! Final imp upgrade 7/20 Last one! Completed tasks! Capture Gottfiried Locate landlord Set up insurance scam Tattoo Gottfried Cover up impvolvement Improve Rent Improve Imps! Forge spells Forge more spells Shoemaker Dropbox Shoemaker results spreadsheet WereGoat fucked around with this message at 10:18 on Mar 30, 2018 |
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Imp-provements achieved! Next imp post you make, include a vote on which boost will be applied to all imps! Whichever gets the most votes will be applied to all imps.  Pointed Tail Penalty to out-of-domain action decreased to -1  Fangs Bonus to domain +6 Penalty out-of domain -2.  Bonus award! Bat wings Extra action! Roll d3, apply domain bonus/ out-of-domain penalty as normal. Everyone gets bat wings! Don't vote on it, just do it! You can optionally take a second action! Grimoire vote. What should you do with the Grimoire of imp spells? A) give it to Gottfried, he's sure to use it. B) hide it in the school library, snag some new sorcerers on the future C) put it on Lottis room, where she is sure to find it D) other-write in WereGoat fucked around with this message at 15:23 on Mar 28, 2018 |
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Dalton groans in frustration at the angellic interruption, it felt absolutely pleasant and the rubbish imp couldn't have been more disgusted. If they were gonna play hardball then it would just have tomget trickier about burning this building down! The sudden appearance of a new set of bat wings is certainly appreciated as Dalton is able to flutter up into the garbage bins of the city so much easier. Every house had some discarded candles to nab and surely the chandler's workshop had a few discards that coild be looted in favor of shedding light on any safety hazards in the cobbler's workshop. Fistfulls of candle scraps get jammed together into hodge podge monstrosities and places in a Rube Goldbergesque pattern around the workshop. Dalton had never been particularly good at the impish basics, these candles needed to be lit so that the cobbler wouldn't stub his precious toes! The Three Angels proves to be of valuable help to Dalton for a second time in the week. Why a shady tavern was advertising on novelty matchbooks it would never know, but the piles of trodden upon and only slightly moist matches in the gutters outside are of great help. quote:For the sake of Burning It Down Successful Businessmanga fucked around with this message at 00:35 on Mar 29, 2018 |
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 Oh me, oh my! The building was sure to go up in flames at any moment, and if it all burned down paying rent was going to be technically impossible since there wouldn't be any property to rent... but on the other hand, as long as the building was still standing it didn't matter one whit what stage it was in. Only.. maybe it did. Flux wasn't entirely sure how insurance worked in the mortal world, or how actions ever had consequences for that matter, but he was pretty sure fireinsurance went something like "if the building is on fire, pay us lots of money". Well, they DID need that money for reasons, so all he had to do was make sure the fire never went out, and that the building never burnt down. Yes. It all made perfect sense. Timefreeze the building so it doesn't burn down even though it's on fire: 1d10+5 = 10 Timefreeze the fire so it keeps burning forever: 1d3+5 = 7 -- I'd like some fangs please! And A: Give the grimorie to Lotti!
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