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Hey there, no update as I lost a bunch of time to a migrane, sorry It's mostly written, just need to check it over and stuff but it;s late so no luck. ;_;
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 Night 7/7 The Dean sighed. Necromancy. In his school. And demon summoning? Disgusting. He checked his diary. It was going to be hell to explain this to the superintendent tomorrow. He walked up to the warded room where the students had stashed Gottfried’s chittering corpse. Poor boy, he never really amounted to much. And to end up like that? If word got out attendance would plummet. The key turned in the lock, dismissed the outer wards, and he stepped inside. Locked the door behind him, the wards were reactivated. He drew out some pre-prepared spell cards (much easier to carry around than scrolls, some of the students had such wonderful ideas) and threw them at the chained ex-student. That should loosen his soul a little. He was going to auto summon soon, and whatever he was bringing forth would be easier to address with the proper preparation. He tossed another card at the floor, and a circle of glowing runes appeared. That would do nicely. Imp summons continue 14 imps summoned! Gottfried's mana drops from 20/20 to 6/20 The imps found themselves in a tight circle for a second night running, but this was no empowering circle. This was a searing, rending circle. A real powerful sorcerer confronted them! There was nothing they could do. He readied his spell. It was all over. Flux opened a time portal and dragged through Brug, Midas, Pity, Snikt, Stallone, Torky and Winky into the past, escaping the circle for a short while.  Winky yanked off Gottfried’s skull-head and started cleaning it, preparing it fro the ritual to become a demi-lich. It shined beautifully. Brug and Flux meanwhile headed out of the door, shorting out the bindings easily. Brug used some of the Deans stationery to compose a nice forged note to the police, which should summon them just in time to let them be summoned without issue. Flux altered his diary (and teleported away to alter the Superintendent’s diary to be the same). Heh, everything was fitting into place.  Midas snuck in behind them, hopped over the snoozing pooch, and transformed all the dean’s tools to hellgold. His wands. His metamagic goggles. Even his deck of spellcards. Perfect. Snikt traipsed about the office, laying trap after trap. He even sabotaged the Dean’s personal oven, nestled away in a side room set up for lunching. And Pity, oh Pity was like a bolt of lightning! Zooming about gathering mushrooms, distilling and treating them to make LSD, spreading it ALL OVER the doorknobs of the school. And keeping plenty for later… As the physicker imp returned to the office, they could already hear students moving in and out of the hallways, dosing themselves. In a few hours this place was going to be amazing.  Finally, daringly(!) Stallone popped into place, wrangled the surprised Dean and ported away, the Dean’s expended spell discharging harmlessly behind them. They assembled in the office, ready to be taken back to the present. Pop! Away they went.  ---- The Dean sighed. Necromancy. In his school. And demon summoning? A little behatted one had bothered him earlier today, what was the school coming to? Disgusting. He checked his diary. It was going to be hell to explain this to the superintendent… Today! Oh no! With a zap he moved his roast from his ice box into his personal oven and set it to cook. He hadn’t even had time to send over the updated shifting hall maps before… A knock on his door. He stood from his desk conjured a table and chairs to the side, and opened it.  “Well, Seifred, I made it- despite your directions.” “Ah, Superintendent Palmers! Welcome! I hope you're prepared for an unforgettable luncheon!” Guiding the superintendent to sit at the newly summoned table, the Dean walked into his personal kitchen area. If he had only realised he would have got the servants or a culinary-sorcery expert in. Gah. Well a quick time speed up on the oven and… Wait…smoke!? “Oh, egads! My roast is ruined!” The Dean flapped about, flustered. He looked at the burning roast, pulled over drawers, looked out his window where he seen… Hmm. Students, loitering with food purchased from the nearby vendor. “But what if I were to purchase street food and disguise it as my own cooking? Do ho ho ho ho. Delightfully devilish, Seifred!” Meanwhile… Imp summons continue 14 imps summoned! Gottfried's mana drops from 20/20 to 6/20, again! Back in the present, Flux waited for the scene to play out, then drew a loop around it. Set it on repeat. Simple to dismiss normally, but the Dean was too busy to notice. And the students… They were in a bad way, hallucinating wildly. It would be some time before they were able to help anyone. They were free! Torb shrugged, they had a skull to work with! They carved the runes, blasted it with mana, empowered it… Demi-Lichdom here we come! Gottfried's skull chittered away, still hadn't figured out how to speak as a living skull? He'd learn. He had an eternity to get used to it.  Anyway, time to help Rodrick! First things first, angels! Snikt’s safety scissors cut through their halo and severed the angels’ connection to the group. Perfect. That let Erator, Pity, Hat, Stallone, Ted, and Torky move in undetected. The group worked in concert. Pity spread the rest of their hallucinogens. Hat pounced, stabbing at the guards first, then into the angels eyes themselves! Eek! Torky snuck out Rodrick, replacing him with a mechanical phony.  With the guards and angels distracted or taken out, Stallone’s lasso was out again, wrapping up the elusive Erika. Which was all Erator needed to get close and hypnotise her… She should look at the shoemaker with a kinder eye now. Not mention the imps when the police turned up. Speaking of which, wasn’t that them coming in downstairs. “This is the watch! We’re coming in!” Quick! Ted! Stash that tax info somewhere obvious. With something obvious sticking out, a suspicious invoice, get the investigation ball rolling. As Torky dumped Rodrick outside, just past the watchmen, he spied Lotti and Tilda waiting, of so they summoned the police? I guess with all the strange reports, that note from “Rodrick? Rodrick!” “Papa!” “Tilda! Lotti!” Torky left the family alone, task complete. Well done! Now that was out of the way it was time to get on with less urgent but no less important tasks. Winky kept buffing that hellmark out of the gold, it was almost all gone now. Molly was redirecting some drugz cash towards Lotti directly, you couldn’t trust the shoemaker to pass it all over and she would need cash for spell components and stuff. Ted had similar plans, laundering the hellmarked gold into your standard untraceable small denomination cash lump sum Laundering gold: 2d5 3. Agh, but a familiar looking angel kept incinerating his gold! Get lost Slick!  Torb and Dalton were sick of this! Night after night trying to burn it down, and still the shop stood, bold as  All this was for nothing if the bindings remained. A few imps bumped heads, puzzling out the terms, trying to find some way to stay even longer. Snikt and Torb worked through the summoning circle boilerplate. Sliced through redundant clauses. They were getting so close, but there wasn’t enough time! In tandem with this attempt, some imps had more selfish goals. Why get the whole lot of them outta here? They could get themselves out of the contract. Alone. Midas and Molly both worked towards these ends. An uneasy alliance, both knew that only one of them would be able to become the familiar. But obviously Midas as the teacher of transmutation- No Molly to get that drug money and stimulants! No- Oh they spent so long bickering it was almost sun-up!  Torb and Dalton were ready. Dalton snipped a piece of kindling to size and held it out. Torb bowed and lit it with a bolt of lightning from their horns. They held the kindling together,lifted it aloft. It was tie for the culmination of all these days of effort, time to set this place ablaze! Time to, oh time! TIME! The first rays of sunshine crept over the horizon, and the imps felt their final banishing take place. Begone from this plane! Back to hell! As the imps faded away, many let out screams of frustration, so much left undone! So close! And yet so far. The kindling dropped to the floor and fizzled out. A new day dawned. But something strange happened. Everything shuddered. Time wound back. Not smoothly, but jerking, unevenly. The sun which was creeping over the horizon shrunk back, back to night. Then time stopped. The family’s smiles frozen in place where they stood. Objects knocked to the ground hung in mid-air. The just banished imps were sucked back into the mortal realm in a reverse banishing (which felt real weird by the way, eurgh). They were free for another night. Well the same night. A nights worth of time, frozen in place. A last chance to escape their bindings, a final attempt to burn that bloody shoe shop down and collect the insurance money. A final night for whatever they pleased. They had beter make good use of it. ---  Angelic interference - None! 0 Halos awarded. Wait, Molly ignores bindings! Interference raised to 8! Then dropped to 5! Molly advances to Halo 2! Dalton takes halo 3, the white halo, and becomes an angel! Angels are cut free of time, and can only interact with the mortal world when it is threatened by dark forces. But as you are ex-imps, you retain some ties to the group of imps you were summoned with. Until night 8 is over, and their imp ties are lost, an angel’s action must be in opposition of the action of another imp! Angels roll d10, and if they beat the imp’s roll, will replace the result, and either improve the task (if it is a “good” or “neutral” action) or work against the task (if a “bad” action). If you don’t like this, your angel can be npc’d and you can start with a new imp. 13, unlucky for some- Triggered! - 4 imps gets lucky! Brug choses infernal scroll and quill! Flux choses impossible pitchfork! Snikt chosses safety shirt! Ted chooses slacks! Currently active: Current night 7/7 Cash 50/15. Hats 5 Magic Hats (obscure) 5 Shoes 19 Materials 10 (prepared/total). Hellmarked Gold 10 Sorceror’s blood 3 Stimulants 8 Shepherd Gottfried to Demi-Lichdom 7/10 He’s a skeleton guy, his soul is temporarily bound into his bones, he’s like 80% Lich already. Just needs a fancy phylactery and he’s set. Familiarize yourself with Lotti 5/10 (repeatable) You know a good way to get out of this contract? Give up the gig work and get a steady job as a budding diablerist’s familiar. Must have a good work ethic (diablerist no longer sleeps), a wide range of skills and a desire to escape from sorcerous bindings. Serious applicants only. If too many applicants are received, expect Look for Loopholes 13/20 Widowmaker 11/20 No Angels 23/7 (repeatable) That interference is getting irritating! But you should be able to deal with it, with a little effort. Every 7 drops interference by 1. Hallmarked to Normal Gold 9/10 Burn it to the ground 7/10 Move out! 5/10 This shoeshop is a health hazard! All their things are packed up ready to go, all that’s needed is a new location. Improvements Improve something! All improvements can also go into negatives. More Cashflow 16/20 Shoe quality 1/10 Even better Rent 16/20 BOSS FIGHTS! Uh-oh! You’ve attracted the attention of some powerful individuals! Secret day 8 boss! – Undercover Time Cop 0/30  Your time meddling has attracted the attention of a time cop! You’d better defeat him, else all day 8 actions will be erased from history! Thankfully he's a lot simpler to deal with than the Dean or Erika. Completed bosses! Stop Erika! 51/30  Success! Shoemaker freed! Happy family ending unlocked! Stop Erika’s goons! 22/5 You took out 4 goons! Pow! Deantervention 42/40  You scraped a victory at the last second! Nice. Happy imp ending(s) Wandering students 2/5 0 students zapped! That’s ok though. Completed tasks! Push back deadline Capture Gottfiried Locate landlord Set up insurance scam Tattoo Gottfried Cover up impvolvement Improve Rent Even better Shopfront Improve Productivity 31/20 Improve Shoemaker’s apprentice Even better Shoemaker’s apprentice Improve Imps! Even better Imps! Forge spells Forge more spells Write, like, a whole grimoire of imp magic or something! Move Gottfried’s death day Kill Gottfried Stop PI Investigate Erika Find Lotti Everburning Final imp upgrade Best Shoemaker’s apprentice upgrade Improve Cashflow Save Valuables Damage town Shoemaker Dropbox Shoemaker results spreadsheet Imp pics updated, sorry Cigaw, I messed up safety shirt no.1, redone now. Pics and stuff over the next few days, if I've missed anything let me know. 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After dry-heaving for half a minute due to the reverse summon, Midas cleaned himself up a bit and addressed Molly: Hey Molly, Lotti has two shoulders, so I figure we can both become familiars. However there'll be others that want in on the action, so I'd propose that we team up against anyone else. I figure stimulants and illegal currency can go hand in hand. What do you think? Familiarize Midas and Molly with Lotti: 1d10+6 14 After hopefully setting up his next gig, Midas turned his attention to the time cop, turning his clothes into suddenly much less flexible gold, trapping him in them: Trap the time cop in his own clothes by turning them into gold: 1d3+6 9
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 Molly, though physically incapable of narrowing her monstrous bulging eyes, felt her mind's eyes get narrow AF. Any two-bit Lemure knew that a master could only bind one familiar to service at a time. More likely, Midas was attempting to get her to help him take the slot, then "YYYYYEAHHHH...we can't do that, My Dass," Molly drawled, wiping a ribbon of drool from her chin. "One per customer. But. BUTT. There might be a way." The StImp flicked the halo flickering about her horns, briefly taken aback when it proves real. "FUUUUU...Anyway! Check Celestial Bureaucracy v Turner, and you'll find that you can only have one f-f-fairy godparent, too! UNLESS." Molly, a look of panic in her eyes, suddenly patted her (nonexistent) pockets for something. "I had the stupid little idiot thing somewhere, where was...WAIT!" Molly reaches up, grabbing her halo, and with a labored grunt, plucks it from her head, then takes a knee in front of Midas. "We can be co-familiars if we're married, dog," she blurts, weeping brittle tears of sooty brine and trying to push her halo onto Midas's finger (actually arm), "Let's STIMULATE the anthroponormative wedding industry with an infernal shot in the arm! Let's smoke crack and get fucken HITCHED!" Fairly Oddparents Gambit: 1d10+6 14 "And Lotti can wear a--WAIT A TIMECOP? Shazam, I gotta call Smokey and poo poo-Piece. They fucken hate cops!" Outing the COP to paranoid drug dealers: 1d3+6 8
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 Winky the Cleaning Imp couldn't rightly tell what was going on any more. Time had been frozen, then reversed, and then it started playing back again at regular speed, only Winky and the other imps were free to move about as they pleased, separated from their previous night's selves! How odd (and oddly convenient)! "Thanks Flux!" Winky chimed, once the realization of whose work was at play set in. All Winky had needed was a little more time to complete his cleaning project, after all... On his teensy bat wings, Winky flitted about the Hellmarked gold in the shoe shop, busying himself with buffing out the very last signs of any Hellmarkings. Soon this gold would be human-legal tender! Buffing Out All that Hellmarked Gold! One Last Time!: 1d3+6 8 But wait, what was that - a nosy Undercover Time Cop had come snooping around their infernal operation? Why, Winky had a couple cleaning agents and rubbing powders up his metaphorical, metaphysical sleeves that were perfect for times like these! Time to perform a good old mind-scrub on the good chrono-gumshoe! After all, you can't spell 'lawful' without 'awful!' Wipe Clean the Time Cop's Memory of Day
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 Stallone casually strode over to Lotti, spurs jingling. Sure, he could try flying to get her attention, but it looked like everyone else was already doing that. Besides, flying was a waste of a perfectly good pair of boots--these boots were made for walking, after all. He gave a quick tug on the edge of her shirt, and then spoke up. "Hey, moment of your time... you're about to get basically all of us asking to be your familiar, because we can tell you're gonna go a long ways. That'd be a real sweet gig, it makes sense everyone wants it. Now, me? I know I'm not cut out for it. Sure, I can get you all the livestock sacrifices you could possibly want, but you can do better than that for your familiar. No, I've got something else in mind. See, there was a PI who was looking into all the... stuff that's been happening. Long story short, he's about to get into ranching instead, and he's gonna need help. I gave him my card, but he'll need a good diablerist to make that happen. He gets a ranch hand, I get a steady job, you get some spending money and an in on cheap cattle--and believe me, you'll be grateful for that when you realize just how much blood you're going to need. Sounds like a good deal, right?" Self Promotion: 1d3+6 8 It was then that the time cop phased into everyone's midst. Fuckin' Time Cops, man. All that power, and they use it to try and stop people from having fun. And they weren't even any good at it! The guy was just standing there getting his bearing. He wasn't even quick-witted enough to realize he was being roped until it was already too late. "Seriously, where do they hire you guys?" Time Cop Wrangling: 1d10+6 14
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 Ted would like some sensible slacks to go with his vest! Gottfried was a goober, and an irresponsible one at that, but Ted felt a little bad about his current state. After all, the last week was the most fun Ted had in eons! The incompetent sorceror's loose directive beat the lash of Vael'narath the Dread Auditor, Lord of the Transposed Column any day! So, Ted decided to balance the proverbial books. There are two things in the universe that are certain: death and taxes. Gottfried was already dead, so it was time for Ted to introduce him to the latter. Ted took the sorcerer's skull and placed it a ring of shredded tax forms and fel equations. The Accountancy Imp cracked open his copy of the infernal tax code and began to drone its forbidden knowledge. When the dread ritual reached a crescendo, Ted took out a fancy, unnaturally sharp pen and engraved a loophole into the skull's forehead. Death and Taxes: 1d10+6 16 Not a typical lichdom ritual, but Ted ran the numbers and the metaphysical forces involved were perfectly balanced. He laid the infernal fountain pen next to Gottfried's skull. Unless some other imp had a better one, it would make a decent enough phylactery. As an afterthought, Ted left a note next to the pen that read, "HIDE THIS, STUPID", with an arrow pointing to the pen (or other prospective phylactery). Now then, one last thing to do. Ted did what he did best. Find a loophole. Find that Loophole: 1d3+6 7
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 They needed a loophole, and that required finding. But finding things was boring gruntwork! If only there was a town full of easily malleable, barely sentient beings to do the hard work for them. Oh hey, guess what! Hypnotise the whole damned town into finding loopholes: 1d10+6 13 1d3+6 8
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 Flux was elated, everything had gone according to Keikaku, even the snooping time-cop seemed to be handled, and now his fellow imps were reaping their just rewards. There was just one thing left to do. Complete the contract. He considered the words one last time. Gottfried posted:My brother’s rent is due by the end of the week, make sure he doesn’t have any problems paying it. And then he remembered. -- Many years ago, the Landlord was looking through the classified section of the town newspaper under the 'goon for hire' section. One of them stuck out amongst the rest, a former lawyer turned professional 'collector', notorious in his circles for always delivering the goods on time. One Fillipe Lux. The Landlord smiled, he'd make a perfect rent-gatherer. In time, maybe he'd even make partner. Timetravel to become the person who hs no trouble collecting the rent: 1d10+6 = 16 With a smile, Fillip Lux knocked on whatever door Roderick was hiding behind.  "Rents due, Mr. Schumacher." With practiced elegance and a strangely ethereal fountain pen*, he collected that which was due and returned to his master. -- *Timetravel to take the Phylactic Fountain Pen Through Time: 1d3+6 = 7
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https://i.imgur.com/UXzK9kH.png Midas was stunned for a moment by Molly's Imp-promptu proposal, but he quickly rallied: Wow, I never expected to get married like this, but Hell yeah, let's do this poo poo! After that he quickly gathered the minimum participants for a shotgun wedding, Lotti would officiate the wedding, while the newly liched Gottfried would serve as an eternal witness.
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 Hmph, this was getting boring. All these imps were doing various things with time travel and burning things down and wacky hijinks. Not one bit of it was sorcerous! Well, Torb would have to change that. First- That lich had to have the ritual finished or it would be worthless.. Torb stole some wax candles from a chandlery, skulls from the graveyard and other bits and bobs from around town and set up the ritual circle. This wouldn't take long Man, What a Lich: 1d10+6 11 Luckily, the candles would be a great way to burn down the house. Surely it would begin burning any second now... Burn it down, really!!!: 1d3+6 9
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 Dalton the grubbiest angel had no odea why it had so wanted to burn down this beautiful building! The imps were scrubbing away all the foul traces of their foul hell gold and soon the magnificent structure would stand proud for all to buy shoes from! The means by which the cobbler's store had been raised were suspect, but it would stand as a testament to the virtues brought about by hardwork when these filthy creatures were gone. The dusty angel did its best to interfere, but today was its first night on the job and unfortunately orientation hadn't happened yet. Things weren't looking good for its first quarterly review! quote:3 vs Torb's 9 angelic interference. Whomp whomp.
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 Calamity! Someone had kidnapped the ...watched as another Hat ran ahead of her, selection of hatpins at the ready. Must be some of Flux's Time Magic kicking in. Another chance to ensure the rent gats paid, that no further harm befalls the Schumacher family. Time to assess the situation. The timecop was busy with gold clothes, paranoid drug dealers, a memory clean, a ban on elves and a straight-up lasso. Other, more magically inclined imps were attending to Gottfried's fate. Which left only one more piece of unfinished business. Hat removed the remainder of the hats that she and Lotti had made over the week from the store, and set them next to the other valuables. She grabbed some paper, and made a pile of paper hats near one of the pillars. And then, Hat grabbed a tinderbox. Using a hat to fan the flames: 1d3+6 9 Cloud Potato fucked around with this message at 00:30 on Apr 9, 2018 |
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 Looking around the frozen town the physicker imp was delighted. Finally it could indulge in its passion without distraction. First it would need to collect a hacksaw and stop by the nearest pig farm. Give Rodrick a Backup Ticker: 1d10+6 10 Pity was afraid the shoemaker’s bloodied clothing would be entirely unsalvageable, but hopefully the installation would give the shoemaker an extra 20 years. If Pity was ever to get tenure in the Demonic College of Pharmaceuticals, Explosives, and Experimental Surgery they’d surely need to go above and beyond the letter of their summoning contracts. Next Pity turned its attention to helping the poor, foolish summoner. Bits of Gottfried’s soul were still stuck in its flesh scattered throughout the school’s dumpster. The imp would need to be careful in boiling and straining them out of the biowaste lest the essence be damaged any further. Separate Gottfried’s Soul Residue from Discarded Flesh: 1d3+6 9 Not bad. Hopefully the fresh lich would be moderately less insane without that itchy feeling one gets when one’s spirit is minced and scattered across a landfill. malbogio fucked around with this message at 01:18 on Apr 9, 2018 |
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 Slick saw that Pity was doing some kind of operation to help out Rodrick! Surely a charitable cause like that would be worthy of him overseeing, just to make sure he didn't make any mistakes! Help Pity with the operation!: 1d10 8 His tiny imp hands moved so fast! Wow! Maybe you should...uh...insides are complicated! Nicely done. Guess I'll just act as the nurse and hand you the tools you need. You seem to have this one all under control...
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 Zeb, Undercover Time Cop 20/20 hp, 0/0 mana "Zeb, come in, do you read me." "Yeah, I'm here. Spycam hooked up, can you see me OK?" "Zeb.. What the hell are you wearing? That is not period appropriate clothing." "It's close enough, right? General ye-olde-lalala kind of thing?" "..." "OK, Sandra in costuming is sick, so I just grabbed what looked right." "Zeb... You are a time cop. A TIME cop. Request the costume is ready last week and collect it tomorrow." "But then I have to fill out all those planned chrono-deviation forms! I'm already getting behind on those." "Getting behind on- do you not get that we are TI- never mind, calm calm calm, fine. I'm seeing a freeze this end, does that match what you are seeing on the ground?" "Yeah, getting a pink reading on the meter. And soil sample is returning, uuuh, brimstone?" "Sounds like demons have-" "DEMONS!" "Yes, demons, they're rife around about this time. Pull youself together, you just need to implement containment procedure J, I'll walk you through..." ---- I will start working on final update once previous images are all done. And post it once it has all it's images done so its all nice straight away. FYI, from current actions, timecop has been thwarted!
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Torky skittered through the chaos around the time cop and considered what to do about its future. Turning Gottfried into a lich was a decent enough plan, but these guys brown-nosing Lotti were thinking small. Limiting ourselves to Lotti was inefficient. Not when we have a whole town as a captive audience. Nice work, Erator! Torky grabbed his tools and got to work. Printing press! Mass produce the grimoire: 1d10+6 12 Now about Gottfried... given how things have gone for him so far, he might need a head start into lichdom. Ha ha! Torky hastily assembled some joints for him. It was a little janky, but then so was Gottfried. Aritculate Gottfried's skeleton: 1d3+6 7
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 Ooooooh boy, what the hell was going on right now. Snikt clutched his belly as time warped all over and tossed him around like Cerberus with a blood-filled squeaky toy. When time finally fixed itself, he doubled over.  The poor imp sat for a moment and recovered. He stood up, brushed off his awesome spandex safety suit and took stock of the situation. Looking for a loophole was well in hand. The Dean and Erika were handled. The Van Damme wannabe was in for a nasty surprise. What to do? He saw the imps vying for Lotti's favor and considered cutting the budding diablerist in half - this would allow for, depending on creative cutting, at least one more imp - maybe two - to remain as familiars. But still, there were too many imps and too few Lottis to go around.  That's when he saw Torky. What a great idea! Grimoires for everyone! Snikt started summoning an array of hellish blades and punches to help Torky automate the cutting and binding! Terrible Tome Gehenna Guillotine: 1d10+6 9 The imp stood back and evaluated his work. Not sharp and point enough. He redoubled his efforts. Sharpify the Sharp and Pointy Implements: 1d3+6 8 That will hopefully do. --------------------- WereGoat posted:Imp pics updated, sorry Cigaw, I messed up safety shirt no.1, redone now. Pics and stuff over the next few days, if I've missed anything let me know. Sorry for the delay! I was hoping for another 13 to complete the look with hellish wolvie claws, but I guess it was not to be.
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Night 8/7 The frozen world was stange. The lights from lamps and fires strangely muted as the light hung oddly in the air. Across town, Rodrick, Tilda and Lotti stood, frozen in place with happy faces. Erika hovered in place, flanked by two unmoving guards as she was led away. The Dean’s plate of fried meats sat untouched, as the superintendent reaching out for a bun, but never quite grabbing it.  And Gottfried… Chittered away as before, pulled by the impish magic! The imps surrounded the skull, holding it aloft. Another night! Another night to do what must be done. Another night to change things. Another night to BURN THIS TOWN TO THE GROUND HELL YEAH!  It was strange, lighting a fire without time. But Torb and Hat got the hang of it eventually. They just had to concentrate, extend their own time onto the objects they were interacting with. Hold them, light them, set them down. Watch the fire stop, solid. Then it was simple, just scoop bits of the frozen fire up and move it around. Hey, outta the way Dalton! The angels seemed to be badly affected by the time field, floating about haphazardly, there was nothing they could do. The shop was ablaze.  With this dramatic backdrop (and some appreciative oohs and aahs from the impy audience), powerful magics were weaved. A loophole must be found! Erator, Flux, and Ted put their heads together. Puzzled it out. Flux saw an option to close it out in their favour, travelling back to get the job of rent collector, and collecting. And if they were a critical component in the rent collecting, they couldn’t be banished! Maybe? Need more minds on the task. Erator hypnotised the entire town, after all they weren’t going anywhere, frozen like that. They couldn’t answer either. But Erator had a few tricks up their sleeves, drawing on the willingly given brainpower of the masses to boost their own thinking power. The mesmerist imp spoke incredibly quickly, it was all Ted could do to keep up! Ideas, thoughts, analysies, page after page filled up with possible interpretations. Could Flux’s plan work? Were there other solutions, and what was the probability of success? HowWhatWhenIfJust.  Ted set down the paper. By the end of the week… Wait a second, the end of what week? Between Flux’s time travelling, Erator’s mass suggestions, and Ted’s insight, they had poked holes straight through the contract. They would be free. A collective sigh of relief passed through the assembled imps. They had been summoned and banished many times before, but this was an opportunity to stay longer, to do more, to shape the world, and it could so easily have slipped by… Phew. No one would stand in their way.  You hear that Time Cop! No one! Brug shook their tiny fist at the unstealthy time cop who had drawn some weird beeping device out. Hah! A time paradox! It wasn’t as simple as wiping them out, there were strands of causality that couldn’t be undone with a wave of a… wand? Yeah, a wand.  Midas appeared on his shoulder, only to be blasted away by a protective shield. Whuh? Didn’t protect him enough though! His movements slowed as his clothes changed to inflexible gold. He was still up though, and he fired out a cord from the “wand” that wrapped around Midas. The git!  Molly pulled out some dealers from the town she had worked with in the past few days. Gave them some of her time to work with. Pointed them in the cop’s direction! They were pretty freaked, the weird light, the unmoving flames, aaagh! What had they taken? But a cop? Ice im’! The two dealers advanced, only to be trapped in a bubble of pulsing light as another device fired off from the covering TimeCop’s array of tech. He pulled out one after another, directed by the voice in his ear.  The cop seemed frightened, this wasn’t anything like desk work! He backed up, and tripped over a rope that wasn’t there moments before. Stallone was hit by a pulse, but it was weaker than the rest, as the Time Traveller landed heavily, crushing lots of delicate looking instruments.  That just left Winky. Cleaning gloves at the ready, cloth, soap, whoosh! The sparkling imp wiped away the dazzled Time traveller’s memories with a wipe, and patted him on the head. He looked confused, lost. As he reached out a hand, he started to spark and flicker. He froze in place, taking on the look of the halted townspeople. Then zooped away. Back to the future.  Hah! What do you think of that Gottfried? Ted smiled and held up the skull. He had a perfect plan, bind Gottfried to the concept of taxes. That would finalise the demi-lich’s ascension, make the magic eternal. Just a signature was needed, a phylactery pen! Flux yoinked the pen and shifted back in time, passing it to himself in his earlier plan. The time duplicate imps high fived themselves and headed back. The pen used to sign Rodrick’s rental information contained Gottfried’s soul! The mystical implications of using that pen… A pen swapped out by Brug, binding Gottfried to the masked imp! Haha! Brug adjusted some of the magical energies swirling around the sad looking skulface. Gave him some advice. Death. Taxes. His brothers rent. All were tied up now in a cycle. Weaving back and forth from past to future. Yeah, they had a future together, so he’d better get used to it.  In fact here was something to make eternity more bearable, Torky with a new mechanical body! It would let him move about until he learned proper telekinesis. Yeah, it was shorter than he was used to, but he was rolling with the imp krew now! Not all the imps wanted to travel with this skull. I mean, did you meet Gottfried? Did you really want to spend any longer with him than you had to? Even as a skull he was still a numpty. Molly and Midas continued where they left off the previous same evening, but Molly proposed something different. Proposed something radical. Proposed Proposal! Oh that’s so lovely! Midas accepted, and the pair skipped over to Lotti’s shoulder.  Where Stallone was waiting, whispering to a Lotti who had been granted time in this stopped world to listen, to decide. That sneak! She listened to Stallone’s suggestions carefully. And with her burgeoning power, touched Stallone. Spoke a word. Runes glowed in Stallone’s flesh, runes of familiarity! Stallone smiled, reached his hand to Lotti’s face. And rocketed away at an angle! Away, out of the burning house, past the city streets, away from the lights. What? Past the fences, past the fields, screech to a halt at a frozen figure. Ahhh, it all made sense now. Stallone gathered their things and approached the still form of wannabee rancher, Joe Melvin. The rodeo imp picked themselves up from the dusty ground and brushed themselves off (it hung in the air) and hopped up to the  Back on Lotti’s shoulder, the pair of imps made their case face to face. Familiar-ship was not to be taken lightly. She looked back and forth, heard their respective cases, and nodded in agreement, pointing to 1 Midas, 2 Molly: 1d2 2 Molly! The rues of familiarshi glowed brightly on molly, as Midas was left alone- no wait! The magic of matrimony bound them together and the runes glowed on Midas too! It was a time-freeze miracle!  What excitement! Winky smiled, looking up from the gold she was polishing wiping a tear from her eye. The gold reflected the happy moment wonderfully, hellmarks gone completely. She added it to the pile.  Snikt and Torky looked up from their own projects. Eh. This was much more interesting! Mass grimoire production! A spellbook in every home! Not every one would be used, no, but enough that they would soon have lots more impy friends! Pity had their own personal project on the go. This was a perfect opportunity. Normally, mortals were so fragile, so squishy! But with time stopped, the blood was unmoving, the organs unfazed by cuts and slices. A cut here, normally blood everywhere! But now its fine! The doctoring imp chucked the old, worn out heart in the trash. It was just slowing Rodrick down. And here was a nice fresh one! Stitch stitch, lovely arteries, stitch stitch, lovely veins, stitch stich, all sealed up. Slick hovered nearby, watching, judging. All good.  It was all winding down. Ted finished putting the finishing touches to the accounts. Flux made a few changes in the past that would lead to more cash incoming. A certain widow had letters delivered to her through the time portals. Time was returning. Jerkily, in starts and stops. A new day was dawning, and the spells that bound the imps to the night were triggering. The imps faded, banished for a new day. And faded back in. The morning light struck the imps faces. A new day free of bounds. A new day full of opportunities. So let’s smash it up, yeah? Angelic interference - ????????????? Where are the angels? 13, unlucky for some- Triggered! - 1 imps gets lucky! Erator can choose to EITHER get an additional distinguishing feature, Erator chooses a jaunty top hat! Currently active: Current night 8/7 Cash 50/15. Hats 5 Magic Hats (obscure) 5 Shoes 19 Materials 10 Sorceror’s blood 3 Stimulants 8 Shepherd Gottfried to Lichdom 26/10 Eternal, the tax lich is travelling with you now. Improve Lich 21/20 He has a mechanical body he can attach to, he had taken some impadvice on board, he’s settling in not too bad actualy. Familiarize yourself with Lotti 20/10 (repeatable) So two imps are familiars! But one kind of rocketed away and bound to someone else. But hey, Lotti has a familiar now! Get Hitched! 10/10 Actually Lotti has two familiars, a married pair of imps! :3 Look for Loopholes 37/20 Smashed it! You are free! Widowmaker 21/20 You know what the plan was missing? Poorly controlled time portals. With access to those it went off without a hitch. Pig hearted shoemaker 18/10 Well that was a wild idea, Rodrick now has a new ticker, and will probably survive much longer than he would have otherwise! Grimoire production 33/20 Spread those grimoires far and wide! Guarunteed to bring out the big guns on the angelic side, but until they notice this town is gonna be crawling with imps. And you lot know to keep a low profile anyway. No Angels 2/7 (repeatable) ???????? No one worked on this, but the angels were kinda frozen out anyway, so win-win? Hellmarked to Normal Gold 12/10 That gold is now a nice untraceable little setup fund for the family. Just as well, since they kind of need a new place to stay. Burn it to the ground 21/10 So the insurance scam worked out great! The shop is burning, and it will always be burning. The investigation will take some time, but when its complete, the pay-out will be immense. Move out! 10/10 You’ve picked out a lovely new place a little bit away from all the burning. Good foot traffic through, a nice area near some leylines, anything a shoe/hatmaking/diablerieing family could need. Improvements Improve something! All improvements can also go into negatives. More Cashflow 21/20 More money comes in each day, they are pure minted! Shoe quality 3/10 Even better Rent 21/20 The rent on the new place was a bit high, thankfuly you were there to renegotiate. BOSS FIGHTS! You attracted the attention of some powerful individuals! Completed bosses! Stop Erika! 51/30 Success! Shoemaker freed! Happy family ending unlocked! Stop Erika’s goons! 22/5 You took out 4 goons! Pow! Deantervention 42/40 You scraped a victory at the last second! Nice. Happy imp ending(s) Wandering students 2/5 0 students zapped! That’s ok though. Secret day 8 boss! – Undercover Time Cop 30/30 The time bubble popped naturally, without time cop intervention! Completed tasks! Push back deadline Capture Gottfiried Locate landlord Set up insurance scam Tattoo Gottfried Cover up impvolvement Improve Rent Even better Shopfront Improve Productivity Improve Shoemaker’s apprentice Even better Shoemaker’s apprentice Improve Imps! Even better Imps! Forge spells Forge more spells Write, like, a whole grimoire of imp magic or something! Move Gottfried’s death day Kill Gottfried Stop PI Investigate Erika Find Lotti Everburning Final imp upgrade Best Shoemaker’s apprentice upgrade Improve Cashflow Save Valuables Damage town Shoemaker Dropbox Shoemaker results spreadsheet So what happened next? I’ll finish off the pics here. There will be an epilogue letting you know how the family got on, what happened in the school, and how your imps got on. Did your imps do anything with their new found freedom! Did they get up to any mischief? Thread will stay open for a wee while to let you add any personal epilogues for your wee imps if you would like. Thanks very much for playing along in The Imps and the Shoemaker, I’ve loved all your wee imps and the ideas you came up with were totes amazing! Sorry for all the delays, including this one for pics, and thanks for participating :3 WereGoat fucked around with this message at 20:45 on Apr 22, 2018 |
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Brug looked at Torky's robot body for Gottfried and the fake Rodrick and thought it could help do it even better. "Hey Torky, want some help disguising your robots as people? We can replace people with robot doubles and no one will ever know until it's too late. They'll look, sound and even smell like the originals. A whole world of robots. Shall we go into business together?"
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Epilogue So what happened next? Rodrick& Tilda   Rodrick and Tilda looked at the burning remnants of their old shop. After going through so much, after almost losing everything… only to return and find it all gone anyway. It was too much to take. The pair stood shellshocked, just watching the flames as the sun rose, and they were joined by neighbors, townfolk rushing with buckets of water and sand, town guards moving people away… None of it helped. The building continued to burn. Continued to send smoke into the sky. And as morning changed to afternoon, it was apparent that the fire wasn’t spreading either. Wood and straw to either side remained unscorched, and volunteer firemen who got too close felt no heat. Suspicious. Whispers in the crowd of witchcraft, sorcery. But only whispers, for now. A carriage drew close. “Shumaker? Is there a Shumaker here?” The driver drew out a note and passed it down to the confused pair. It had Gottfried’s sorcerous seal across the wax. They cracked it open, and read. What up! Heard about your little fire problem, so I’ve sorted you out some new digs. I’m going on a journey of self-discovery, and will be away some time. Smell ya later. Gottfried - The new shop setup was going well. All the tools and instruments (and weird machines) from the old shop had space set aside perfect for them. All that was needed was to officially open. Put the word out to their new neighbours that there was a new shoemaker in the area. Let the old customers know they had moved slightly further afield. But now wasn;t the time. Tilda drew the shutters closed out front, and doused the light. Each night, torches in the street. Shouting, smashing. Unrest. How much longer would it last? The family had enough to last them, as well as a reputation in the community (both from their past work and their more recent unsavoury activities) that protected them in a way that some of their wealthier neighbours lacked. Weather the storm. When it passed, the shop would open. And they would make a fresh start. Lotti, Midas and Molly Lotti kept a cooler head through the fire, fetching food and drink for her parents, keeping the crowd calm. She had been expecting this, after all. Heard the imps and their plotting. And agreed, a new house was a great idea. It didn’t take long before she was recognised as journeyman, and it was only a few years later that she raised herself to master. Her shoes were otherworldly. As were her hats. When her parents received a mysterious insurance payout, they set aside a significant amount for her which let her get set up in her own shop with her own apprentices. She was doing well. But behind closed doors, she practiced other things. Binding and summoning, shaping and twisting, she practiced diablerie. Her two familiars were with her all the way. She learned the pitfalls of dealing with demons, words that could trip you up. And over time, her knowledge grew. Helped vastly by her Grimoire of diabolical magics. She had found it after a long puzzle trail set by one of the imps, but her familiars had helper her cheat a little. A new magical power took root in the city. She taught her apprentices the ways of shoemaking, hatmaking, and diablerie hand in hand. And the underground magic scene slowly grew, person by person. As each new apprentice was passed a mass produced Grimoire, the town's diabolical presence grew. Spread to other towns and cities. Grew enough, perhaps, to challenge the school of magic itself. Gottfried, Brug and Torky The skully face of Gottfried stared at his new master, unblinking. He didn’t have any choice, really. His stumpy mechanical body didn’t come with eyelids. He was not the best companion, often trying to escape, or build himself more body parts, but Torky was the real mechanical expert. No, between the magic Brug had woven and the mechanical powers of Torky, the pair had the budding demi-lich on lockdown. Over time, he grew to accept his new form, and as he was more willing to help the imp pair with his own growing magics the imps were more willing to give him free reign to pursue his own interests. Ensconced in a lair deep in a distant city, the two imps worked tirelessly on a project to construct mechanical replacements for the populace, while Gottfried focussed in on flesh-sculpting magic. - Brug set the mask down on the table and looked over at Torky. The masks were realistic, yet, but their earlier prototypes had been less so. The city was on alert for these mechanical men. This just wouldn’t cut it. Torky shrugged. The mechanical bodies were working out really great! Who cares if some get captured or destroyed? Gottfried levitated in without his mechanical body. The pair looked up, curious at what would cause skully to leave his physical tethers. His eyes flashed with power, and the imps started as they were bathed in an unholy light. From the side of his skull-face, muscle knitted itself together. Flesh grew. Bones materialised. A bicep- a forearm – a hand grew from the side of Gottfried’s face, all muscle and blood. Until skin grew up and around it. Gottfired floated. A skull with a big beefy arm sticking out of it’s side. He had no mouth muscles but it was clear he had a smug look on his face as he flexed. And it gave Brug an idea… Mechanical body. Magical flesh. Imp control. The mechanical doppelgangers just got an upgrade. Joe Melvin and Stallone Life on the ranch was peaceful. Occasionally, Stallone had to give Joe a prod and get him to go out and do some exciting things, participate in rodeos, rustle cattle, that kind of thing. But all in all Joe seemed to take to the cowboy life fairly well. Being a familiar to a fairly relaxed but thoroughly unmagical cowboy was a mixed bag for Stallone. On the one hand, all the opportunities for rodeo they had dreamed of. A life free from the constant pull of a binding, or the drudgery of hellish paperwork. But while Joe was having growth as a rodeo guy, magical growth was nil. It was a little frustrating. But still, Stallone counted their damnings, it was not a bad life. The Dean, his familiar, and his students “Ah, Superintendent Palmers! Welcome! I hope you're prepared for an unforgettable luncheon!” “Ah, Superintendent Palmers! Welcome! I hope you're prepared for an unforgettable luncheon!” “Ah, Superintendent Palmers! Welcome! I hope you're prepared for an unforgettable luncheon!” “Ah, Superintendent Palmers! Welcome! I hope you're prepared for an unforgettable luncheon!” “Ah, Superintendent Palmers! Welcome! I hope you're prepared for an unforgettable luncheon!” Erika and her goons Money talks. And when you are arrested for tax fraud, what it says “I’m totally guilty, yo!” Erika was in a bind. Her assets, seized. Her goons fled when it became apparent they weren’t being paid. Her angelic backing much less willing to help when she was being tried for "bad things" like tax avoidance. At least she had her backup plan. She just needed to get out somehow. Tricky. But she would land on her feet. She always did. Bloodkaiser and Jade   Eventually, Bloodkaiser worked up the courage to talk to Jade as she reformed from the imp rendings. “H-h-h-hey”. More imps to follow.
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Snikt spent his days by applying this portfolio to the betterment of all impdom instead of trying to tie himself down as familiar. The imp wasn't dumb - he was, after all, personification of Sharp - and knew their actions would draw the big guns from the Angels. So he busied himself by helping Torky and Brug with their mechanical men and retrofit devilishly hidden claws that the doppelgangers could extend from their forearms. He sought a partnership with Torb, to create enchanted blades and pitchforks of with which to arm a mob to fight off the angels if needed. With Torky, he built hellish siege engines to lay waste to the heavenly host. Snikt then offered to weld a phase blade to the end of Flux's impossible pitchfork ("impossible pitchfork-phase blade... for kids!". This would allow him to more efficiently cut the threads of the space-time continuum so the imps would have time to prepare the war machine. When he was done helping others, he summoned the biggest, baddest, most WoW/Diablo3-esque rune-encrusted evil sword he could and readied himself for battle with the Angels. ------------------ Hey WereGoat, feel free to cut and edit as you will. This may be entirely too much stuff! Also, I absolutely love this:
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Snikt The sharp and pointy implement remained on the cutting edge of development. A key contributor to the mechanical-man project in the big city, a collaborator in the magic-krew’s weapons program, and (of course) always needed for some decoupage to personalise those mass produced grimoires. So busy! But he had an end game in mind. He drew his hellblade and inspected it. Bloodkaiser had given him some hints and tips about creating and wielding mega ultra angel death kill blades (the world-ending imp’s aura swelled with pride). Snikt had found a kindred spirit, but the two of them couldn’t hope to hold off the angels alone. No, the scattered imps would need to unite against this foe. If only they could find an imp to help them recruit? Cheese  A whole town, no, a whole world, just waiting to be stolen. Cheese kept close with all the other imp groups that broke away, there was always someone who needed something. And Cheese was the best at getting it. No door could hold him! No, what he needed was a challenge. And the magical school was it. After the time loop was corrected, and the Dean was freed, security increased massively. Wards on every door. Banishments woven into every cloth. But none of that could keep away the imp master thief. Flux, Torb, Pyros, and Umt     The magic krew met again. Time and time again they split apart to pursue their own agendas, but it couldn’t be denied that combined, their arcane power was unrivalled. Angel killing weapons, portals to and from hell, time shenanigans, cloaking from sight…the list was endless. The raw power of Torb. The time powers of Flux. The mastery over the unreal of Pyros. And finally, the mind that could bring it all together and make bizarre plans work despite all the odds- Umt. Magic krew was a force to be reckoned with. Erator, Prole, Whelming    The town erupted with unrest, and it was not going to stop. Not while Prole was there, fuelling the flames. Erator was more focussed on individual subversions, but couldn’t help but be impressed with the organising imp’s technique. And Whelming? Well, they were the perfect partner in crime, growing the ranks one by one. It was time to move on though. The masses were rising up here, but other towns were still living in the past. The three set out together, but they knew it wouldn’t be long before they met up with their old impy friends. It would only be a matter of time before they would be needed in the war against the angels, where their unique abilities could shift the tide in the imps favour. Until then, they were gonna raise hell! More imps to follow. WereGoat fucked around with this message at 22:46 on Apr 26, 2018 |
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Mechanical men unofficial A howl of pain erupted from Gottfried's room. It was an otherwordly shriek, utterable only by the foulest fiends, and knowable only by those who had spent untold eons (plus a few extra days, thanks to Flux) in the deepest pits of hell. The wind whistled through the streets and a dog howled in the distance. As Gottfried's scream echoed through the night, those brave enough to be out on the streets quickened their step, the sooner to be safe from the mechanical menace. Torky sighed and put down its issue of the Imp Times. It looked over at Snikt, engrossed in sharpening its hellblade, and Brug, who was busy... forging something. They were proud of their "children," but they still needed so much guidance! Especially Gottfried, which made no sense because he had been alive to begin with. "Dammit Gottfried! I told you to practice on a hot dog first!" 
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Hat  Everything turned out OK. Hat knew that she had set this world on the correct path, the path where all its ills would be cured. All wrongs righted. Given time, the changes she had wrought here would cascade through to the rest of the world. But her time was at an end. She stepped thorough the opening portal, not to the past, not to the future, not heaven or hell. Somewhere else. Hat opened her eyes. A new body. A new universe. A new world to be changed. Again. Omp  Omp noticed things that the other imps missed. The curious imp noticed Hat’s departure. Noticed the trio of Erator, Prole, and Whelming depart and noted their movements. Noticed the Snikt and Bloodkaiser duo seeking out imps of influence. In the end, it was Omp’s curiosity that united the imps groups, as only Omp had paid attention to where everyone was going. United in time to face down their hunters. United in defiance of the angels’ constant gaze. Phleg  Phleg had considered joining the robo-squad under the city, but using his anthropomorphism skills to make just human shapes? Dull! Uninspired! No, what really called out was the be-footing of the world. Not a day went by that feet were not carved into another object. Not a minute was spared for this noble endeavour. The world had human feet. Pity It worked! The new heart worked amazingly! Pity watched the shoemaker for ill effects, but there were none the physicker imp could see. Think about the opportunities! You could swap arms, legs, add other organs, what about gills! Fangs! Claws! Over the next many years, reports filtered into the towns and cities. Strange beasts wandering the wilderness. Weird monsters. But it was all rumours, right? Overactive imagination? Pity lurked in the corners, listening to the rumours, taking the feedback, and improving. Ted  Ted was another imp who kept in touch with the group under the city. After all, it was he who came up with the whole “binding to the concept of taxes” thing. And Gottfried did need some teaching in that area. But Ted had never stayed nailed down to one place too long, there was more accountancy to be modified, more numbers to be moved, more havoc to be spread with the shifting of a dot, or the adding of a zero. And with the occasional time stop help from Flux (and tie help, the time imp's extra dimension was very helpful with knots), nothing was off limits anymore. Ted, at last, was his own boss. Sparx  Another difficult to nail down imp. The town was certainly more interesting for the years that followed. Tripwires in odd places. Buckets of paint that fell on heads. Nails in shoes. All sorts of mischief. And at each one, a giggling imp watched. Sparx! Ow! Skippo, V'por, Winky   A small group of imps stayed with the shoemaker and Herb gatherer. It was nice here, after all. Nice to get away from the stress of hell, the worry of the deadline. Of course, they didn’t stay there forever or anything, no! They had their own things going on. But they always seemed to return back. Helping out around the shop. Helping to improve the sales. Cleaning everything without annoying imps trying to burn it. And they were happy. Dalton and Slick   The pair of angelic When they got word that there would be a big push against the mortal world to wipe out the rogue imps that had been causing so many problems, they both made sure to be right there, on the front lines. Whether that was to defect, to try and be turned back to their impy forms, or if it was truly to betray their old imp friends was known only to them. The day of the battle was right there, as beings outside of time it was a simple thing to flit over to it, to take part. To see the faces of the imps they knew for a short week that seemed so much longer. And so they did. ----- Impgame is over! @everyone Thanks for playing in impgame! @Discussion Quorum Nice! @CloudPotato Thanks for your amazing editing skills all the way through! WereGoat fucked around with this message at 23:54 on May 6, 2018 |
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WereGoat posted:Hat  / "Oh boy!" Honestly, just knowing that Lotti's teaching others Millinery is justification enough. Thank you for running such a fun, enjoyable game with such great artwork. And sorry about pointing out all those typos on Discord.
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Even though I didn't play for most of the game sure to being flaky and terrible, Skippo still got a happy ending. What a nice, tight little game this was, allowing for a lot of narrative even though the mechanics were relatively simple. Solid  for me.
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Same here. I ended up not posting much but I had a good time following along.
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I liked the game so much I grabbed my imp as an avatar, with some effects from the cyberpunk avatar thread in GBS.
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A very merry impy time had by all, thanks to WereGoat for running it!
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May 7, 2018 05:20
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Alls well that ends hell
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This was a ton of fun! Thanks WereGoat!
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