Grandpa Dace's Quest for a stable family

An offer Death can't refuse.

It was done. Urie stood before the Grim Reaper himself. Finally, he thought, his life long quest to end his life was complete. At last he would receive sweet oblivion.

The Reaper leaned his scythe back on his shoulder, "So you finally managed to pull it off Urie. I'm surprised you succeeded, there are a lot of people who don't want you to die."

Typical of his luck, even the Grim Reaper wanted to waste his time with talking. He sighed, "Could you get on with it, please?"

"Sure, It'll just take a—"

*brrrng*

"Hold on, let me take this call first."

How disappointing, even more delays. But he could wait a little more. Waiting was something he was good at.

"I can't just 'look the other way'! This is my job!"

He could hear an odd squeaking noise whenever Death stopped talking. It sounded oddly familiar.

Death growled, "Oh, come on! That's a terrible offer! Give me one good reason to do this."

Wait. That sounded like…

Death slammed his scythe into the ground, "Looks like it's your lucky day, Urie. The Dray want you back for some reason."

But that's terrible luck! And who is this Dray anyways? He wracked his brain for the meaning of the word, and then shuddered. Dray was a group of squirrels. The infernal squirrel mafia had just denied him his death! Could he ever be free of them?

[X] Go home with Lucius
[X] Yes

Dace was sitting in his office, taking in his lieutenants while Lucius was trying to drown himself in a bottle he had Narcissa bring. Learning what exactly was going on took a toll on his self control.

Martha looked mostly uninjured after Oliver healed her, even though she looked like she ate something sour, and Urie was covered in bandages, a medal on his left breast, showing his shiny Order of Merlin, First class, for the bravery and sense of self sacrifice he has shown in saving as many civilians as he could and staying behind to slow down the Overlord, at great personal cost. He was staring out of the window blankly, and seemed even more depressed than usual.

All in all, Dace was in the awkward position of being the only one to have managed to fulfill his objectives, which made the atmosphere rather heavy. Then the ice was broken inadvertantly when Lucius slammed his glass against the wooden desk, causing the item to crack a little.

"Your sense of business is terrible!" The man was obviously very drunk at this point, his hair flying around as he waved the sheets of parchment he somehow produced around. " My son made better investments. You could have cornered local economy years ago and used that to strangle Riddle before he became a problem, and let's not even speak of your estates. Do you even know how to manage estates? Well this paper here says you don't!" He almost hit Dace in the nose with the sheets he was holding.

Dace tried to reason with the man, Martha starting to puff up in anger, but the blond would hear nothing of it. Things became worse when Lucius produced another bottle, downed it in one gulp, before running out of the room. The chase that followed was unanimously erased from the collective memories, and finally ended when Lucius found Oliver and tried to strangle him, which led to the rather funny scene of Oliver lifting him with one hand by the scruff of his robe and carrying the gesticulating wizard back to Dace's office.

Long story short, Lucius declared himself Dace's steward and took it upon himself to hammer the details of how economy worked into Dace's potion-addled skull.

+10 RP with Lucius Malfoy, SL Rank : 4
Gained : SL3: Ermine's royal coat : Lucius will give lessons to one chosen person until they reach 10 base stewardship and Master Estates.


Steward focus :

[] Make more money : +25 000 G/T
[] Develop economy : Research ways to improve civilian buildings
[] Teach Dace the ways of Proper Pureblood Money Throwing : Unlocks and Activates Dace's Basic Estates Skill : Gain 45625 G/T ( Will also take a Stewardship action next turn)

Due to Ceridwen's satisfaction at Dace's actions, Dace gained a Level :

Dace is now a level 6 Druid
+1 Offense

Choose one :
[] Basic Water Magic: increases the effectiveness spells and reduces costs of the spells from School of Water Magic.
[] Basic Sorcery : causes a hero's spells to inflict an additional 5% damage in combat.
[] Basic Necromancy : Allows to raise 10% of enemy dead troops as skeletons
[] Basic Earth Magic: increases the effectiveness and reduces costs of spells from the School of Earth Magic.

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--[X] Therapy Spend time with Lily: +3 RP, +1/? to recovery

Lily was strangely lucid when Dace entered, and , upon noticing his inquisitive gaze, she lifted and eyebrow, ostensibly freed herself from her bonds and got a pen and notepad.

'This is as lucid I'm ever going to get.' She wrote. ' Sadly, I can't speak anymore, for some reason, and there's still going to be a risk of relapse, but as long as I'm careful, this should be fine.'

+5 RP with Lily SL up to 7.
Lily Evans joins the army

-[X]Who to use the fountain on?

--[X] Scáthach the Younger

She didn't appreciate being dunked in cold water.

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-[X] Magical Creatures and where to find them.
While it has become rather clear Oliver is angry at Dace for reasons unknown, he is a competent man, even moreso when what is asked of him is within his (admittedly narrow) specialty. As such, when approached about finding new creatures for the roster, he simply raised an eyebrow and pointed at the the map where the australian ranches could be found, before going back to reading his book. A sidelong glance revealed it was about baking. Strange hobby. (59)

-[X]Rebellion. Due to the Overlord's attack on the ministry, several critical spells fell apart and magical creatures across the isles have begun to lash out. Dace will find them and either bring them back to heel, or put them down.

In the end, he didn't even need to bother, Dace thought, watching Oliver wrestle a white tiger into submission. Oliver and Hassan has already taken care of everything. Still, what was odd was when Agatha barged in his office, plans and recipes for creatures in her arms. It seemed he asked her to get them, but now, that left him with the problem of choosing what kind of creature he wanted in his army.

Choose your creature layout :
[] Write-in

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-[X] Compulsive plotting is also good for the morale!
--[X] Go on a matchmaking spree. Chance to increase Diplomacy, RP with some people, reputation.
-[X]Organize the Wedding: What it says on the tin. Martha's beginning to look impatient.

While people were more interested in the buffet than in anything else, the wedding was a success. Though, he felt very sore the next morning


Success!
+1 Diplomacy
+5 Empathy
Martha is pregnant with Twins ( of the male variety)
After checking using various potions and charms, Dace managed to get an estimate of what the boys would be like:

Both estimated to be fairly tall, with light brown hair and aqua eyes.

Twin 1 :
[Can be passed down] Blood of Scáthach :+2 My,+2Ma,+2Le, +10 Crafting ,+10 Regular/Magical Combat , Slowed aging.
[Can be passed down]Powerful: +6 Martial, +1 Diplomacy, +20 armed combat. Slightly longer lifespan.
[Can be passed down]Handsome: +3 Di, +20 Presence

Twin 2 :
[Can be passed down] Genius: +5 all stats, +5 all skills
[Can be passed down]Powerful: +6 Martial, +1 Diplomacy, +20 armed combat. Slightly longer lifespan.
[Can be passed down]Handsome: +3 Di, +20 Presence

Choose names for the twins (Only take Romulus and Remus if you want one to kill the other. I'll accept no other outcome.)
[] Write-in

Ceridwen promised to make the oldes of them her champion, but who among them is the oldest?
[] Write-in

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And Finally, the greatest choice of them all :

Interlude choice!

[] LifeQuest : Hello darkness my old friend...
[] ChaosQuest : Two down, two to go.
[] DeathQuest : On the efficiency of reluctant subordinates.
[] OrderQuest : Fudge? Fudge no, Fudge stahp!
[] AifeQuest : I'm back! And-Ohgod why is everything on fire?!
[] JokerQuest : In the doghouse.
[] Mo-kun and Hood-chan are eating cake in a lovey-dovey fashion!

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Bipolar dice at it again. You failed half of your actions, but since there was synergy at play, you don't feel it too much, but you rolled yourselves out of the miniturn, which may be for the best considering Dace's abysmal people skills.

In response to learning that Auror has Martial above 25

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Scáthach was on an adventure in a forest. After Ollie had taught her all about dangerous beasts and how to befriend them, she had run away from the group to find a friend. She looked high a low, but there was nothing in sight.

After a while she stumbled up on an encampment. The place was filled with tents, and in front of her was a newly painted sign. She concentrated to read it, and it took her a while before she understood what was written.

"Order faction HQ"

How mysterious. She picked up a stick to hide behind as she snuck into the camp.

Around her she could see a lot of mysterious being. Men and woman of all ages walked around shirtless. They where burly. Like walls. They had muscles everywhere. Their muscles had muscles, and abs. Abs like the ones she had seen on the posters in Agatha's room.

As she walked the people started talking to her, somehow seeing her behind her disguise.

"Feel these muscles and understand how they boast the truth."
"A strong man stands up for himself, A stronger man stand up for others "
" When enemies casts forbidden spells, you cast Fist"
"With enough muscles, not even Avada Kedavra can kill you "

She continued walking until she found a normal person. A slim man with long brown hair falling on both sides of his face. She walked towards him .

"Mr. Scrimgeour, your request from the department of agriculture has been approved " Said a 2 meter tall woman as she gave him a letter

As the slim man raised his hand to grab it, his shirt exploded and he grew 50 cm in height and length, showing a figure that shouldn't be possible to shrink into those clothes. He sparkled in the sunlight. She stepped backwards and stepped on a stick. The noise was load enough to draw the mans attention. He looked at her, signed, and looked back at tall woman.

"Someone call Gwallawg and tell him to stop sending spies. I don't care if she six or sixty. Don't let them into our camp. "

It seemed her adventure had come to an end stop.