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DM:
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Aright, first things first: those
three are your kids
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DM:
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If you would like, I could make up the
order they poped out in
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Chris:
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what the hell, do it
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DM:
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on the left: « 1d20
= 5 »
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Chris:
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...what the hell was zac's name?
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DM:
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You don't know his real name, but he
went by Keyvin Goodfellow...
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DM:
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Wait, how did you two have a
read-haired kid?
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Chris:
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genetic mutation, presumably.
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DM:
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Nvm, it's recessive...
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DM:
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And a daemon was involved, so
whatevs....
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DM:
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It has been eight years from your
adventure at Ft. Highpeak. Nothing has been heard about the
wishmaster afterward, and the file writes her off as "Disabled in
Long-Term"
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DM:
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You have your doubts, but it doesn't
really matter now. You have a more important mission ahead of you:
motherhood. The three kids have been everything you were told they
would be and quite a bit more. Not haveing Ignatious around didn
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DM:
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't help anything either.
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DM:
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Luckally, Sextus has remained the
faithfull servant of the household he always was, even working for
free for a few months when money was tight (your prestigious
position in the Ordos pays, but not as well as Ignatious' old job
ever did). He stays here most of the time now, due to his age and
the harshness of Macharian winters, and has become a father figure
to the children. He seems to like that.
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DM:
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Because he has been getting older,
Sextus has been relying on his nephew, Armenus, for more and more.
He comes up to the manor from the city a few times a week to help
out, and has so far refused pay. He seems like a nice boy, but
lacks the courage to ever be a true hero.
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DM:
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Macharia as a whole has been thriving
in this time; borders have expanded, alternating current has
revolutionised city life (although it's still too costly to
implement in the countryside), and contact has even been made with
other civilizations to the east, although you don't have any time
to read up on them much.
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DM:
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This chapter of your story starts on
Hallow's Eve, a famous holyday of the Macharians. It is the day
that Macharious won his first full-scale battle verses the forces
of Malphas, at a place called pig's hallow.
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DM:
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It is also said to be the aniversery
of Eisenhorn's victory over Malphas' luitennants, but this is just
a myth; the actuall date is unknown, and he left with the unholy
book several months earlier in the year.
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DM:
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Sextus is reading a story of the
battle to your children, who are sitting by the fireplace. Armenus
is... you actually aren't sure where the boy is, but he is here...
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Sextus:
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But Macharious was not a beast. He
knew that the call for a duel was a trick.
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Borris:
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What's a duel?
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Sextus:
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Uhh... It's when two people get in a
fight, without armies.
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Ignatius Jr.:
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There were armies when you fought that
daemon, right mom?
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Officer Constance Stendatem:
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Off in the distance, yes. They
dispatched their foes without a single loss, then came to our aid
against the Wishmaster herself.
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Kevyn:
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What did the wishmaster do?
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Borris:
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Was she ugly?
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Ignatius Jr.:
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Yeah, she had bug eyes!
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Officer Constance Stendatem:
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Her flying house was shot down over
Fort Highpeak, where we boarded it, planted explosives, and blew
the thing to the bits. The Wishmaster herself looked very normal,
actually.
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Sextus:
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Really?
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Sextus:
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I suppose I never did ask about this.
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Kevyn:
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Did you kill anybody when the house
exploded?
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Officer Constance Stendatem:
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Not to my knowledge, no. Aside from
the house itself.
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Kevyn:
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That's good.
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Armenus:
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Ma'am, someone is at the door...
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Officer Constance Stendatem:
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Really? Well, show them in.
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Chris:
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brb just cut my hand
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Officer Septum:
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Evening, Miss Stendatem.
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Chris:
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not when you can see the cartilege of
the joint
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DM:
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why are you still typeing? bandage
that shit
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Chris:
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not sure how i got something that deep
off a dog's choke chain
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Chris:
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that's where i went
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DM:
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Alright, your call if you want to keep
going
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Officer Septum:
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Evening, Officer Stendatem.
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Officer Constance Stendatem:
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Good evening, Officer Septum!
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Officer Septum:
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I hope I didn't interrupt anything...
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Christopher has connected.
Chris is disconnected.
Chris is disconnected.
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Officer Constance Stendatem:
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Just storytime. Sextus should be
wrapping up relatively soon anyway.
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Sextus:
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Then Macharious won and we all lived
happlly ever after the end.
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Officer Septum:
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Is this the tale of Pig's Hallow?
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Officer Constance Stendatem:
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Indeed it is. Was. Whatever.
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Officer Septum:
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I can't interrupt that, that story
inspired me to join the Ordos. I'm not joking.
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Officer Septum:
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Perhaps we should step outside?
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DM:
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He closes the door, and his jolly
smile returns to the face of the Septum you work for.
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Officer Septum:
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There are several reports of purple
men appearing in the woods.
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Officer Septum:
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The seem to be falling from a single
raincloud, and that weather pattern is headed here. We are lucky
telegraphs outpace wind.
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Officer Septum:
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All officers have been called to the
station, to respond to any that are immediately hostile. High
command is still dicussing what to do in the long-term.
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Christopher:
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i've got dinner now, though, so i'll
need to step out.
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