March 1, 2015: Adventure Bay, California.
You happily watched as the Allays and Vexes took turns jumping off a cardboard diving board and diving into the massive cookie pile, chuckling as you see that some of them are even wearing floaties.
"They're adorable, aren't they?" You said aloud as you turned your head, only to remember you hadn't brought Presto with you. He was still upstairs since you needed to give him a new stitching.
You sighed as you realized that this would poke some more holes into your moneybags. Fortunately, you had a job now, so the prospect of having to spend more money was less daunting now.
20D100 = $1,216 earned last month.
It wasn't quite enough to make a money pile, or pay the rent, but it was certainly a welcome sight for your eyes. One day, you had worked particularly hard, and Mr. Porter was so pleased with what you had done that he had just slapped a $100 bill into your hand and told you to enjoy yourself.
You'd spent it all on muffins. Chocolate, blueberry, raspberry, frosted, maple, etcetera etcetera.
Hey, if your Allays and Vexes could indulge themselves with cookies, why couldn't you do so after a productive month for yourself as well?
Living Situation:
You live in a rented house that you could potentially buy for yourself in the future.
You currently have $23,316 in cold, hard currency, with some more in illiquid assets. You'll have to pay $2,000 in rent every month, as well as expenses. You have a job now, though, so that helps.
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-[X] Make Your Public Villainous Debut: There's no time like the present to let the world know of your supervillain awesomeness! Grab your costume, clean up Presto, prepare your many minions, and show the world that they should tremble before Presto the Magnificent and his amazing assistant The Puppeteer!! (Begins Mini-Arc: Pups Fight a Supervillain.)
You took in a deep breath, before letting it out.
It was time for your big debut, the time you would show everyone what a true supervillain was. Not like that fool Mayor Humdinger, who always managed to humiliate himself with his half-witted schemes and charm equivalent to a wet sock, nor his lapcats the Kitten Catastrophe Crew.
No... You would be beyond them
But before that, you needed to prepare your assistants, the tricks, the magical trinkets, and last but of course not the least, your "boss" Presto the Magnificent.
(Continued in Mini-Arc: Pups Fight a Supervillain.)
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-[X] Train Magic: You've trained up your skill in magic, and even gained a spell for your troubles! However, you could become even better if you focused some more on it. DC: 10/30/50
1D100+10(Acolyte)+5(Presto)+5(Self Improvement!) = 12+10+5+5 = 32
Had this been any other month, you would have probably been frustrated with how lacking it seemed your improvement in magic had been.
However, you
had been busy dealing with your other projects, and given how those had gone, you were more than happy to accept the fruits that you had gotten.
It wasn't even that miniscule of a reward, seeing as how you had been able to learn yet another spell. It was a simple defense spell, Scutum. It basically cast a large purple shield that protected you from most physical objects.
Experimenting with your minions, you'd had them throw cardboard shruikens and darts at you, which your shield deflected with ease. At least when you got it up in time.
Doing some more experiments, you had had your minions drop a bowling ball down onto the shield(with you not standing under it, of course), and had promptly discovered that if a meteor somehow landed directly on you, you would not survive even if you did cast Scutum in time.
You were more concerned, though, about the broken floor under the bowling ball.
Rewards:
Dark Arts Acolyte Trait now gives a +12 bonus instead of a +10.
Spell Learned!
Scutum: A basic spell that casts a purple shield that can deflect most physical attacks. (+20 to Defense Rolls if Scutum is successfully cast. DC: 20 to successfully cast.)
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-[X] Summoning a Familiar: Given the literal treasure that has metaphorically fallen into your lap, it would be a waste to to not use it, right? You'll grab Presto and your minions, set up a nice area for the summoning, and then hopefully summon a familiar. DC: 40/60/80
1D100+10(Grimoire)+10(Acolyte)*+5(Presto) = 80+10+10+5 = Art!Crit! 105 (Ugh... Fine, I'll let it slide. I mean-)
Critical Roll I: 45+10+10+5 = 70
"Why, of all the possible candles out there, are strawberry-scented candles the ones we can't use?" Presto rambled on as you recited the Chant of Calling, the mystical candles lighting up nothing, as it was high noon at this time.
"Not sure, now please don't bother me." You hastily say as you finish the chant, finishing with a fluorish of jazz hands for fun. "And now we wait."
...
...
"...So, whatcha think we're gonna get, Jo?"
"Honestly? Could be anything from a gremlin to Cerberus himself to a..." You trail off as you look through the grimoire to find an obscure monster just to prove your point. "...A Tokoloshe."
"Ooh, let me se-Gagh!!" Presto reels back as looks at the depiction of a Tokoloshe, and you think you hear some of your Allays gasp. You didn't even know they could do that. "Geez, they're ugly little monsters. How do they even see?"
"Judging by the lack of eyes," You deadpan, "I'd say they can't see at all."
"That's just depressing. There's so much joy from being able to se-"
"Wait!"
You shout as the circle began to glow, almost blinding you. You stood up in eager tenseness, waiting to see what you had summoned.
Then, suddenly, massive, scaly wing manifested and knocked the candles down, followed by another wing. Your eyes widened and your breath hastened as you slowly walked back from the increasingly giant familiar manifesting in front of you. Bigger and bigger it grew, until it reached the height of the tallest tree near you.
The shining bronze wyvern huffed and puffed smoky breath as his gaze went to and fro, before settling on you. You almost forgot you could breathe as its toothy maw slowly approached you, your limbs rendered numb and useless.
A booming yet soothing voice spoke.
"So, you are the whelp who summoned me. Summoning me is proof that you are worthy of being my master, for I cannot be summoned by a weakling."
"A p-pleasure to meet you as well." You slowly mutter out, not daring to even accidentally insult the very big, very scary dragon in front of you. "I am Johanna Kairi. And you are...?"
"Iskander."
"Very well, then, Iskander, I accept you as my familiar. Though, I do still wish to give you your offering. After all, it did take awhile to buy all these cow corpses, and it would be a waste for them to go uneaten."
"Hmmf. Very well, then. But if I find a hint of rabies in them-"
"No need to worry about that, good Iskander. I buy only the best of domesticated corpses."
Rewards:
Familiar Gained!
Iskander: A colossal bronze wyvern named after Alexander the Great, he seems to be rather uncaring to anything else. He is, however, loyal to you. He's also a dragon, nothing needs to be said.
-Great Balls of Fire: Iskander is able to breathe giant balls of fire at his foes. (+20 to Iskander's Ranged Rolls)
-A Whip for a Tail: Iskander has a massive tail which he can use to bat opponents away like balls. (+20 to Iskander's Melee Rolls.)
-Scales Like Bronze: Iskander laughs in the face of his enemies' arrows and bolts! (+20 to Iskander's Defense Rolls.)
-Giant Wings: Iskander can fly. (Can use Iskander to fly away if need be. Iskander gains +20 to rolls related to all Combat Rolls when he is flying. Johanna receives a +10 to all Combat Rolls if on Iskander when he is flying..)
Cannot repeat this Action again for four Turns.
*I made a mistake and put a 5 here instead, so now I've fixed it.
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-[X] (Write-in) Search for Magical Items, Books, or Reagents to Find, Craft, or Buy: You want to be the greatest magician ever, right? So what better way than to get more magic? DC: ???
1D100+10(Acolyte)+5(Presto) = 89+10+5 = Art!Crit! 104 (RAAAGGHHHHHH)
Critical Roll I: 39+10+5 = 54
"Are we there yet?" Presto whined to you as you, he, and some of your Allays made your way through the beaten, abandoned trail.
"Not yet, Presto, we need to go further." You exasperstedly respond as you push back a rather annoying tree branch out of the way. "Besides, it's only been ten minutes since we started looking for this thing."
"Ugh, fine... Are we there yet?"
"Presto, I swear-!!"
An Hour Later:
"Finally!! Took us forever." You exclaim in relief as you pull the treasure out of the hole you dug. The 37th hole, you think, though you lost count after the 15th hole. "This had better be worth all the sweat."
The treasure was inside what seemed to be a rather big nanny bag, decorated with obnoxiously colorful flower patterns. On the handle was a somehow pristine tag that read? "Be careful what you drop in here."
Oddly ominous tags aside, you greedily opened the bag up in order to get to the trea-"What the heck, this bag doesn't have a bottom!!"
Turning the bag upside down and pushing your arm inside, you find that it is indeed doesn't have a bottom, judging by how you were able to put your hand in an area of the bag that shouldn't exist. The possibilities with this thing were limitless!
"Can we go home now, Jo? Please??"
"Yeah, yeah, Presto, we will, just let me squeal in uncontained and pure glee first."
Inhale.
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Rewards:
Bottomless Bag: A magical nanny bag that allows you to store anything and everything you need inside it. (+40 to rolls related to Thievery. Can carry anything that can fit inside its opening.)
The loss of my sanity.
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A/N:
It's been three turns, yet somehow you haven't gone a single turn without getting even a single Crit.
With kind regards, I hate you guys.