DoofQuest- a Disney Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest
- Thread starter Made in Heaven
- Start date
- Crossover
- Location
- USA
Would it just be this setting or this quest in particular? Like would events here affect your story?
Either way I'd read it. Depending on how it goes it could be amazing.
BlueWerewolf25
The Dreamer
- Location
- Wouldn't You Like To Know?
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
Lab_Accident
A 2D 1D4
- Location
- Your dreams
That already happened. I believe she's going by the name of "Queen Lizzie" at the moment.
- Location
- USA
It can't be. Lizzie has both arms!
Will do( just noticed the letters l e o capitalized, you in law enforcement?)Dewit
And tag me when you finally post it
This quest in particular
Lab_Accident
A 2D 1D4
- Location
- Your dreams
It's ants. Her right arm is ants.
BlueWerewolf25
The Dreamer
- Location
- Wouldn't You Like To Know?
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
Nope. It's just an old thing name thing from when I first made accounts for stuff as a kid. Wanted to get called 'Leo' lmao. Cringe, I know.
my disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined. / s
Honestly thought it would be more clever
Good night
Interlude: Moolah and Magic- Rhythmortis
- Location
- Pennsylvania
Max Martial Check: 7+8+10+10(Tooned Out)+14+10+10+7+20(accumulated narrative/metaphysical weight)=96
Winifred Occult Contest: 31+30+20+20+5= 106
Bare failure!
"Yaaah-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooey!!!"
With a fling Russ, chain and all, goes flying towards the three witches. Halfway through the arc, the chain unwound from Russ' body, forming a solid metal clothesline from which there is no escape. The three witches are swept off their feet, finding themselves stunned on the ground.
Russ stands up, pulls the anklet off of his leg, and brushes down his suit jacket.
"Wuh-Russ, how did you get out?!" You ask in disbelief.
"Oh, I got that thing undone a minute after they conjured it."
"Are you telling me you could have gotten free at any time???" Max asks furiously.
"Yes." Russ replied, "But I only did it when it was entertaining. It's called jobbing. Mentor figure trapped on the ground, do-or-die moment; Toonforce and magic both thrive on meaning. It was the perfect setup for a little misdirection."
"I think you might be the only adult I've ever kind of respected." Janna replies.
You wonder why Russ isn't dancing, but then you realize he is; Brush It Off was a dance move back in the 80s, and Russ is taking full advantage of that.
"I... I can't believe I did it. I did it! Ha! Take that, witches!" Max says it with such an inflection that you can imagine another, less advertiser friendly word in its place. "This is… this is actually pretty cool! I never knew that you could use antics like this! Maybe I could take back control from all those crazy things that keep happening to me!"
"Don't get cocky." Russ says, clicking a button and summoning the Spycycle to his side. "Someone without the ability to lose is rarely narratively compelling."
"Come on, you're amazing! You managed to make ballroom dancing look cool! What could happen?"
The music changes again. A long-forgotten boombox, still embedded in the windshield of a crashed Huntsvehicle, crackles to life.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOYZaiDZ7BM
"Hoover Dam it boy!" Russ bellows, jigging furiously. "Now look what you've done!"
A look of apoplectic fury passes over Horvath's face as he began jigging in place as well, completely interrupting the spell that he was trying to cast. Drake Stone starts to actively fight back against the spell too now, looking abjectly horrified that he's being forced to dance to this hillbilly trash.
Janna looks about as mad as you've ever seen her. "We're not getting anywhere casting by ourselves! If you want to dispel this thing, cut it off at the source!"
"We've been trying." Russ replies. "But there's a lot of weight behind a coven of three witches attacking on Halloween night.
"It's an ancient idea." Russ says, taking in the lithe young blond and the portly middle-aged witch still lying on the ground. "The Maiden, the Mother and…"
Russ turns to see Winnifred, three feet away, glaring daggers at him.
"...and the Other One."
Winifred Occult Check: 69+30+20+20+5=144
Russ Martial Contest: 83+20+14+10+7=144
Tie!
"Think of me as a hag do ye? Man of action, bold and spry, fade and wither, til' ye diiieeeee!" Winnifred cackles as bolts of green lightning spring from her fingertips.
Russ claps his hands together, satisfying the needs of the dance, before leaping onto the Spycycle and flipping the emergency switch.
The one he really would have preferred you not know about.
The headlight of the motorcycle begins to whine and shift, blinding you with an acrid blue light. As the emerald lightning arcs forwards, the vehicle chirps loudly just before a blinding beam of energy shot out to meet it.
"Hey… wait a second." Janna says in between moves. "That sounds exactly like the Noisy Cricket!"
Russ sighs. "Why did we let them make that documentary?"
The lightning impacts the laser with a furious clash, and Winnifred scowls as the two forces fight back and forth.
"You have proven most vexatious. I shall have to think of a punishment particularly-"
"Winnie!" Mary cried. "Look!"
Pulled out of the jacket of Eli Pandarus, the Wizard of Wall Street, blinking in the dim streetlight, was the Manual of Witchcraft and Alchemy.
"I paid tens of millions of dollars for that!" Pandarus protests partway through a jig.
"I sold my immortal soul for it, so there!" Mary replies, snatching the book from his protesting fingers.
"Yeeeeeesss!!!" Winnifred cries even as she fights against the beam of the Spycycle. "Prepare thyselves City of York! Something wicked this way comes! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Horvath looks on in disbelief mixed with disgust at the cackling madwoman who'd gotten the better of him. She was distracted on two fronts, this was the perfect opportunity to break the spell. If only his feckless inferior was not so incompetent…
Pandarus fumes as the artifact of power he had obtained was clawed away from him. The tale of how Monty Hall had become his go-to mystical accomplice was a long and complicated one, but it often gave him cause to bemoan his current lack of spellcasting power.
The two men look up at each other, and the same thought passes through each of their minds at the same time. Wait a moment, what am I doing? I have a perfectly serviceable dark wizard right here.
Nothing else needed to be said. The two men approached each other, fighting off the power of the groove to begin a counterspell.
"Hey!" Janna called out. "You two need a little extra oomph over there?"
Janna Diplomacy Check: Convince the Wizards to let you help
DC 50
75+18+6+10-40(total novice)+20(Good impressions)+7=96
Excellent success!
"The girl has potential." Horvath admits.
"And cunning." Pandarus agrees. The two of them shift slightly to make room for a third point in the flow of magic.
Horvath Occult Check
DC 140 required
79+38+29+12-10(Dance, Magic Dance)=148
Success!
Horvath and Pandarus raise their focuses together, joined by Janna lifting Feldrake above her head. Despite being forced to dance to the abominable music on the radio, the three of them persevere! Lines trace themselves across the ground and through the air in imitation of the bands of magic flowing between them. Three points become three lines which twist and sprout into complex geometric shapes whose significance is likely profound but which are utterly lost on you. With a flash of brilliant purple light, the music pauses for the briefest moment. Janna stomps on the ground, hard, and you realize that Janna, Horvath, and Pandarus are no longer dancing to the hideous rhythm of that song!
Janna has the decency to look sheepish even as you continue to jig in place. "Sorry. We thought it'd work for everyone."
Intrigue check: Did Horvath and Pandarus think it would work for everyone?
DC 90 needed: 80+14+38+10+5+7=154
Success!
Horvath and Pandarus did not think it would work for everyone.
You can tell by the way they glance at each other for a moment.
Intrigue Check: Did Janna think it'd work for everyone?
DC 100 needed: 66+14+38+10+5+7=140
Success!
Huh. Now that you think about it, Janna didn't seem to think it would work for everyone either. She's usually a good liar but she's under a lot of stress right now, apparently. Maybe she just told you to spare your feelings or something?
Horvath taps his cane on the ground, shattering the magic circle and sending the last shards of the enchantment upon them drifting into nothing like cobwebs on the wind.
That moment of victory is short lived as the witches immediately round on the trio. "So these 'modern' practitioners of the dark arts possess some talent after all! Sisters! Let us find the perfect spell to dispatch these fools."
Horvath takes the chance to reinforce his own wards while the three witches join together and peruse their book.
"Aha, yes! Drawn out, excruciating, and excessive! This shall do! Together now, Sisters!"
"Liquid pulse of man and beast,
Lifesblood water, now released
Arteries boil, veins drain,
Fall upon the world like rain
Leave their husks in blackest night-"
Winifred Occult Check: 29+30+20+20+5+30 (Manual of Witchcraft and Alchemy)=144
Puck Occult Contest: 95+55+20=170
"Horrid hags, beware my light!"
A blazing light fills the sky of the Bazaar, forcing you to shield your eyes. In front of your own tapping feet, you see the three witches wail in fear.
"Nooo! The sun! Our one night is up! But how?!?! Dawn cannot yet have broken!"
"No sun of man, you ugly ducks, before you stands the one named Puck!"
Horvath, Pandarus, and Janna have matching expressions of surprise as they look up at the newcomer. You narrow your eyes as you continue to dance in place, trying to see who he is exactly. Your vision is still dancing after the radiance of the light, but from the looks of things, it's a brightly-dressed man in old-fashioned clothes- no, scratch that. His ears are pointed, which makes him… an elf? An elf with white hair and a devious expression on his face.
Pandarus gasps. "A Child of Titania?"
Learning Check: Who is Titania?
DC 60 needed: 88+38+18+10+7=161
Success!
Titania?! Like Shakespeare's Titania?! Shakespeare's stories were real after all?! You remember a performance of that one play at the Danville Performing Arts Center from a few months ago, so the memory is still pretty vivid. It had really good actors for Lysander the lover, and Bottom the donkey man, and the trickster P-
...oh.
Wait a second. Puck wasn't Titania's child! He was her servant! Titania didn't even have any children!
Something very weird is going on here. You'd consider the matter further, but even given how scatterbrained you are, it's hard not to be jolted to reality when the furniture starts moving.
"Dancing people just lacks flair!" this 'Puck' declares mockingly. "Perhaps instead; a dancing chair?"
"Hoy. Verse again." Feldrake complains.
Puck Occult Check: 37+55+20=112
Winifred Occult Contest: 3+30+20+20+5=78
As one, every seat in the house is taken at once as innumerable wooden chairs stretch their legs and then stampede towards the Sanderson Sisters. The witches shriek as the chairs assault them, and try to fight back.
Winifred Occult Check: 17+30+20+20+5=92
Puck Occult Contest: 42+55+20=114
The three witches frantically try to cast spell after spell against the assaulting furniture, but the barrage is relentless. For every chair they reduce to ashes another two take their place, each of them dancing the same jig that the rest of you are doing. Somehow, that accursed song still hasn't ended.
Horvath and Pandarus, sensing an opening, move to add their power to the mix.
Horvath Occult Check: 47+38+29=114
Winifred Occult Contest: 56+30+20+20+5-10(surrounded)=121
Winnifred bare success!
Clanging their staffs together, the two wizards summon a pair of translucent snakes, which spiral around each other as they soar towards the witches, fangs bared. Even as surrounded as they are, the Sandersons manage to fight off the chairs for just long enough to leap out of the way as the snakes' fangs snap closed! Several of the chairs get caught up by the spectral snakes and are dashed to splinters.
"I didn't realize you knew the Helix Serpentis." Horvath says, a note of grudging respect in his voice. "In fact I didn't think they taught that anywhere west of Wien."
"Picked it up on a business trip in Albania." Pandaras replies, taking the compliment gracefully.
While you and the rest of your troupe continue to experience jig-based hell on earth, Janna stares at the impish figure soaring through the air with what you think might actually be awe.
"Uh… quick question. Who's the creepy weird elf guy?" Max asks, not even bothering to hide his disdain at being forced to dance. This earns a sharp glance from Russ, since it was, after all, his own fault.
"Cr- show some respect!" Janna snaps, taking her eyes off the Sandersons to chastise him. "That's Puck, like one of the most powerful fae in existence! Haven't you ever read Shakespeare?"
"You've read Shakespeare?!" Max asks incredulously.
"Can we get to the ending the spell part please?" Vanessa asks.
"The Bard is a literary treasure."
"Why, the lass picks her studies well." Puck grins, floating down.
Janna stares at the physical embodiment of chaos for a moment, steeling herself, and then says,
"Hey, what's up?"
"Why, I suppose it would be me." Puck replies, hovering up and down by way of demonstration. "But if you speak in the rhetorical sense, I did wonder if you might assist me in dispatching these vile crones."
Janna Intrigue Check: Keep Your Cool
DC 150 needed
38+14+20+10=82
Failure!
"EEEEEEEEEEEE!" Janna squeals.
Janna pauses, and leans casually against a wall. "...Yeah totally sure dude. I mean whatever, if you want. Like as long as there's no secret fairy debts or something."
Puck chuckles. "Very well then. A gift, willingly given. On both sides." He winks knowingly.
"I just got my scam shut down by Puck." Janna says, slightly dazed.
"Now, what say you we give these exceptionally Weird Sisters a proper finale?"
Janna considers for a moment. "...I'm thinking fire."
"Oh, lots of fire!" Puck agrees joyously.
Puck Occult Check: 66+55+20+10+12+10=173
Winifred Occult Contest: 24+30+20+20+5=99
Janna levels Feldrake at the three witches, and the jeweled eyes of the evil staff begin to glow a ruby red.
"So, I'm still the coolest magic mentor, right?" Feldrake asks.
"We're gonna make this one hurt." Janna says.
"Ok, great, but you didn't answer my-"
Puck rises up behind Janna, channeling power unimagined down into her focus. In a burst, a dozen tongues of fire lash from the staff, flailing outwards, seeking, seizing, burning. The many chairs Puck had animated catch like the tinder they are, but this does not stop them. If anything the immolation serves only to energize them, and soon the Sanderson Sisters are surrounded in an inescapable maelstrom of cavorting wood and blazing cinders. As the flames begin to lick at their skirts, the fires turn jet black.
"Oh, it reminds me of the old days." Mary says with a hint of wistfulness.
"Sisters, quickly, the book!" Winnifred demands. "We may fight this fire yet!"
Winnifred Occult Check: Dispel the fire!
DC 140 needed: 56+30+20+20+5=131
Bare Failure!
The Sandersons start to chant a spell that is drowned out by the roaring of the flames! Mary tries a last-ditch attempt to fly away on her broom, but the bristled tail catches aflame before she can get clear. The broom splutters and dies, and the witch falls beside her sisters again. Fire black as pitch consumes the witches as their words turn to anguished shrieks and finally to nothing at all. You think you can see their skeletons standing amidst the blaze before they, too, are consumed. When the fire finally dies down there is nothing on the ground but ash, the earth itself blackened and twisted from the flames.
"I just killed three people." Janna says slowly. "...
"That was awesome."
You can't help but glare as you continue to dance, even with the Sisters gone.
"Oh, right. Now that we've got some time we can work up a counter-charm that'll fix you guys right up."
"Perchance I might be of assistance." Puck says, deigning to trod upon the ground once more.
"Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call-"
"The dead shall rise, and you shall fallllllllll!!!!!!!"
Puck's declaration is cut off by a furious shriek from… Winnifred?! How?! You saw her burn to ash, so how could she be... standing behind your group, with both of her sisters, looking more furious than you've ever seen her before.
Oh, this is a little extremely not good.
"Fools! No force on earth can stop our return, for the Dark One is with us! The Black Flame Candle will burn until sunrise, and with its unlight we shall forever return!"
"That's the power of persistence." Mary grins gormlessly.
All of the anatine skeletons, who had been calmly dancing a jig up to this point, snap out of their performance and cluster behind the Sandersons. The earth splits open once again, but this time, it isn't skeletons that drag themselves from the depths of the abyss.
Rotting, undead corpses claw their way up from below the earth, so many that you lose count. It's actually kind of hard to count when you're still dancing a jig though, so that might have something to do with it.
A veritable swarm of undead are waiting at the Sanderson's command, half of everyone here is still caught up dancing, and even Puck looks a little annoyed by this most recent development. Winnifred descends into a mad cackle as the zombies start to lurch forward, no doubt to make your demises as slow and painful as possible.
Cotton Eye Joe goes into its ninetieth refrain on the discarded radio.
"Okay, not funny anymore."
Without taking her eyes off of the undead horde, Janna raises Feldrake and zaps the radio with a bolt of lightning. The hillbilly music dies a well-deserved death.
Then the trumpets kick it.
"It's close to midnight, and something evil's lurking in the dark…"
Winifred Occult Contest: 31+30+20+20+5= 106
Bare failure!
"Yaaah-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooey!!!"
With a fling Russ, chain and all, goes flying towards the three witches. Halfway through the arc, the chain unwound from Russ' body, forming a solid metal clothesline from which there is no escape. The three witches are swept off their feet, finding themselves stunned on the ground.
Russ stands up, pulls the anklet off of his leg, and brushes down his suit jacket.
"Wuh-Russ, how did you get out?!" You ask in disbelief.
"Oh, I got that thing undone a minute after they conjured it."
"Are you telling me you could have gotten free at any time???" Max asks furiously.
"Yes." Russ replied, "But I only did it when it was entertaining. It's called jobbing. Mentor figure trapped on the ground, do-or-die moment; Toonforce and magic both thrive on meaning. It was the perfect setup for a little misdirection."
"I think you might be the only adult I've ever kind of respected." Janna replies.
You wonder why Russ isn't dancing, but then you realize he is; Brush It Off was a dance move back in the 80s, and Russ is taking full advantage of that.
"I... I can't believe I did it. I did it! Ha! Take that, witches!" Max says it with such an inflection that you can imagine another, less advertiser friendly word in its place. "This is… this is actually pretty cool! I never knew that you could use antics like this! Maybe I could take back control from all those crazy things that keep happening to me!"
"Don't get cocky." Russ says, clicking a button and summoning the Spycycle to his side. "Someone without the ability to lose is rarely narratively compelling."
"Come on, you're amazing! You managed to make ballroom dancing look cool! What could happen?"
The music changes again. A long-forgotten boombox, still embedded in the windshield of a crashed Huntsvehicle, crackles to life.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOYZaiDZ7BM
"Hoover Dam it boy!" Russ bellows, jigging furiously. "Now look what you've done!"
A look of apoplectic fury passes over Horvath's face as he began jigging in place as well, completely interrupting the spell that he was trying to cast. Drake Stone starts to actively fight back against the spell too now, looking abjectly horrified that he's being forced to dance to this hillbilly trash.
Janna looks about as mad as you've ever seen her. "We're not getting anywhere casting by ourselves! If you want to dispel this thing, cut it off at the source!"
"We've been trying." Russ replies. "But there's a lot of weight behind a coven of three witches attacking on Halloween night.
"It's an ancient idea." Russ says, taking in the lithe young blond and the portly middle-aged witch still lying on the ground. "The Maiden, the Mother and…"
Russ turns to see Winnifred, three feet away, glaring daggers at him.
"...and the Other One."
Winifred Occult Check: 69+30+20+20+5=144
Russ Martial Contest: 83+20+14+10+7=144
Tie!
"Think of me as a hag do ye? Man of action, bold and spry, fade and wither, til' ye diiieeeee!" Winnifred cackles as bolts of green lightning spring from her fingertips.
Russ claps his hands together, satisfying the needs of the dance, before leaping onto the Spycycle and flipping the emergency switch.
The one he really would have preferred you not know about.
The headlight of the motorcycle begins to whine and shift, blinding you with an acrid blue light. As the emerald lightning arcs forwards, the vehicle chirps loudly just before a blinding beam of energy shot out to meet it.
"Hey… wait a second." Janna says in between moves. "That sounds exactly like the Noisy Cricket!"
Russ sighs. "Why did we let them make that documentary?"
The lightning impacts the laser with a furious clash, and Winnifred scowls as the two forces fight back and forth.
"You have proven most vexatious. I shall have to think of a punishment particularly-"
"Winnie!" Mary cried. "Look!"
Pulled out of the jacket of Eli Pandarus, the Wizard of Wall Street, blinking in the dim streetlight, was the Manual of Witchcraft and Alchemy.
"I paid tens of millions of dollars for that!" Pandarus protests partway through a jig.
"I sold my immortal soul for it, so there!" Mary replies, snatching the book from his protesting fingers.
"Yeeeeeesss!!!" Winnifred cries even as she fights against the beam of the Spycycle. "Prepare thyselves City of York! Something wicked this way comes! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Horvath looks on in disbelief mixed with disgust at the cackling madwoman who'd gotten the better of him. She was distracted on two fronts, this was the perfect opportunity to break the spell. If only his feckless inferior was not so incompetent…
Pandarus fumes as the artifact of power he had obtained was clawed away from him. The tale of how Monty Hall had become his go-to mystical accomplice was a long and complicated one, but it often gave him cause to bemoan his current lack of spellcasting power.
The two men look up at each other, and the same thought passes through each of their minds at the same time. Wait a moment, what am I doing? I have a perfectly serviceable dark wizard right here.
Nothing else needed to be said. The two men approached each other, fighting off the power of the groove to begin a counterspell.
"Hey!" Janna called out. "You two need a little extra oomph over there?"
Janna Diplomacy Check: Convince the Wizards to let you help
DC 50
75+18+6+10-40(total novice)+20(Good impressions)+7=96
Excellent success!
"The girl has potential." Horvath admits.
"And cunning." Pandarus agrees. The two of them shift slightly to make room for a third point in the flow of magic.
Horvath Occult Check
DC 140 required
79+38+29+12-10(Dance, Magic Dance)=148
Success!
Horvath and Pandarus raise their focuses together, joined by Janna lifting Feldrake above her head. Despite being forced to dance to the abominable music on the radio, the three of them persevere! Lines trace themselves across the ground and through the air in imitation of the bands of magic flowing between them. Three points become three lines which twist and sprout into complex geometric shapes whose significance is likely profound but which are utterly lost on you. With a flash of brilliant purple light, the music pauses for the briefest moment. Janna stomps on the ground, hard, and you realize that Janna, Horvath, and Pandarus are no longer dancing to the hideous rhythm of that song!
Janna has the decency to look sheepish even as you continue to jig in place. "Sorry. We thought it'd work for everyone."
Intrigue check: Did Horvath and Pandarus think it would work for everyone?
DC 90 needed: 80+14+38+10+5+7=154
Success!
Horvath and Pandarus did not think it would work for everyone.
You can tell by the way they glance at each other for a moment.
Intrigue Check: Did Janna think it'd work for everyone?
DC 100 needed: 66+14+38+10+5+7=140
Success!
Huh. Now that you think about it, Janna didn't seem to think it would work for everyone either. She's usually a good liar but she's under a lot of stress right now, apparently. Maybe she just told you to spare your feelings or something?
Horvath taps his cane on the ground, shattering the magic circle and sending the last shards of the enchantment upon them drifting into nothing like cobwebs on the wind.
That moment of victory is short lived as the witches immediately round on the trio. "So these 'modern' practitioners of the dark arts possess some talent after all! Sisters! Let us find the perfect spell to dispatch these fools."
Horvath takes the chance to reinforce his own wards while the three witches join together and peruse their book.
"Aha, yes! Drawn out, excruciating, and excessive! This shall do! Together now, Sisters!"
"Liquid pulse of man and beast,
Lifesblood water, now released
Arteries boil, veins drain,
Fall upon the world like rain
Leave their husks in blackest night-"
Winifred Occult Check: 29+30+20+20+5+30 (Manual of Witchcraft and Alchemy)=144
Puck Occult Contest: 95+55+20=170
"Horrid hags, beware my light!"
A blazing light fills the sky of the Bazaar, forcing you to shield your eyes. In front of your own tapping feet, you see the three witches wail in fear.
"Nooo! The sun! Our one night is up! But how?!?! Dawn cannot yet have broken!"
"No sun of man, you ugly ducks, before you stands the one named Puck!"
Horvath, Pandarus, and Janna have matching expressions of surprise as they look up at the newcomer. You narrow your eyes as you continue to dance in place, trying to see who he is exactly. Your vision is still dancing after the radiance of the light, but from the looks of things, it's a brightly-dressed man in old-fashioned clothes- no, scratch that. His ears are pointed, which makes him… an elf? An elf with white hair and a devious expression on his face.
Pandarus gasps. "A Child of Titania?"
Learning Check: Who is Titania?
DC 60 needed: 88+38+18+10+7=161
Success!
Titania?! Like Shakespeare's Titania?! Shakespeare's stories were real after all?! You remember a performance of that one play at the Danville Performing Arts Center from a few months ago, so the memory is still pretty vivid. It had really good actors for Lysander the lover, and Bottom the donkey man, and the trickster P-
...oh.
Wait a second. Puck wasn't Titania's child! He was her servant! Titania didn't even have any children!
Something very weird is going on here. You'd consider the matter further, but even given how scatterbrained you are, it's hard not to be jolted to reality when the furniture starts moving.
"Dancing people just lacks flair!" this 'Puck' declares mockingly. "Perhaps instead; a dancing chair?"
"Hoy. Verse again." Feldrake complains.
Puck Occult Check: 37+55+20=112
Winifred Occult Contest: 3+30+20+20+5=78
As one, every seat in the house is taken at once as innumerable wooden chairs stretch their legs and then stampede towards the Sanderson Sisters. The witches shriek as the chairs assault them, and try to fight back.
Winifred Occult Check: 17+30+20+20+5=92
Puck Occult Contest: 42+55+20=114
The three witches frantically try to cast spell after spell against the assaulting furniture, but the barrage is relentless. For every chair they reduce to ashes another two take their place, each of them dancing the same jig that the rest of you are doing. Somehow, that accursed song still hasn't ended.
Horvath and Pandarus, sensing an opening, move to add their power to the mix.
Horvath Occult Check: 47+38+29=114
Winifred Occult Contest: 56+30+20+20+5-10(surrounded)=121
Winnifred bare success!
Clanging their staffs together, the two wizards summon a pair of translucent snakes, which spiral around each other as they soar towards the witches, fangs bared. Even as surrounded as they are, the Sandersons manage to fight off the chairs for just long enough to leap out of the way as the snakes' fangs snap closed! Several of the chairs get caught up by the spectral snakes and are dashed to splinters.
"I didn't realize you knew the Helix Serpentis." Horvath says, a note of grudging respect in his voice. "In fact I didn't think they taught that anywhere west of Wien."
"Picked it up on a business trip in Albania." Pandaras replies, taking the compliment gracefully.
While you and the rest of your troupe continue to experience jig-based hell on earth, Janna stares at the impish figure soaring through the air with what you think might actually be awe.
"Uh… quick question. Who's the creepy weird elf guy?" Max asks, not even bothering to hide his disdain at being forced to dance. This earns a sharp glance from Russ, since it was, after all, his own fault.
"Cr- show some respect!" Janna snaps, taking her eyes off the Sandersons to chastise him. "That's Puck, like one of the most powerful fae in existence! Haven't you ever read Shakespeare?"
"You've read Shakespeare?!" Max asks incredulously.
"Can we get to the ending the spell part please?" Vanessa asks.
"The Bard is a literary treasure."
"Why, the lass picks her studies well." Puck grins, floating down.
Janna stares at the physical embodiment of chaos for a moment, steeling herself, and then says,
"Hey, what's up?"
"Why, I suppose it would be me." Puck replies, hovering up and down by way of demonstration. "But if you speak in the rhetorical sense, I did wonder if you might assist me in dispatching these vile crones."
Janna Intrigue Check: Keep Your Cool
DC 150 needed
38+14+20+10=82
Failure!
"EEEEEEEEEEEE!" Janna squeals.
Janna pauses, and leans casually against a wall. "...Yeah totally sure dude. I mean whatever, if you want. Like as long as there's no secret fairy debts or something."
Puck chuckles. "Very well then. A gift, willingly given. On both sides." He winks knowingly.
"I just got my scam shut down by Puck." Janna says, slightly dazed.
"Now, what say you we give these exceptionally Weird Sisters a proper finale?"
Janna considers for a moment. "...I'm thinking fire."
"Oh, lots of fire!" Puck agrees joyously.
Puck Occult Check: 66+55+20+10+12+10=173
Winifred Occult Contest: 24+30+20+20+5=99
Janna levels Feldrake at the three witches, and the jeweled eyes of the evil staff begin to glow a ruby red.
"So, I'm still the coolest magic mentor, right?" Feldrake asks.
"We're gonna make this one hurt." Janna says.
"Ok, great, but you didn't answer my-"
Puck rises up behind Janna, channeling power unimagined down into her focus. In a burst, a dozen tongues of fire lash from the staff, flailing outwards, seeking, seizing, burning. The many chairs Puck had animated catch like the tinder they are, but this does not stop them. If anything the immolation serves only to energize them, and soon the Sanderson Sisters are surrounded in an inescapable maelstrom of cavorting wood and blazing cinders. As the flames begin to lick at their skirts, the fires turn jet black.
"Oh, it reminds me of the old days." Mary says with a hint of wistfulness.
"Sisters, quickly, the book!" Winnifred demands. "We may fight this fire yet!"
Winnifred Occult Check: Dispel the fire!
DC 140 needed: 56+30+20+20+5=131
Bare Failure!
The Sandersons start to chant a spell that is drowned out by the roaring of the flames! Mary tries a last-ditch attempt to fly away on her broom, but the bristled tail catches aflame before she can get clear. The broom splutters and dies, and the witch falls beside her sisters again. Fire black as pitch consumes the witches as their words turn to anguished shrieks and finally to nothing at all. You think you can see their skeletons standing amidst the blaze before they, too, are consumed. When the fire finally dies down there is nothing on the ground but ash, the earth itself blackened and twisted from the flames.
"I just killed three people." Janna says slowly. "...
"That was awesome."
You can't help but glare as you continue to dance, even with the Sisters gone.
"Oh, right. Now that we've got some time we can work up a counter-charm that'll fix you guys right up."
"Perchance I might be of assistance." Puck says, deigning to trod upon the ground once more.
"Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call-"
"The dead shall rise, and you shall fallllllllll!!!!!!!"
Puck's declaration is cut off by a furious shriek from… Winnifred?! How?! You saw her burn to ash, so how could she be... standing behind your group, with both of her sisters, looking more furious than you've ever seen her before.
Oh, this is a little extremely not good.
"Fools! No force on earth can stop our return, for the Dark One is with us! The Black Flame Candle will burn until sunrise, and with its unlight we shall forever return!"
"That's the power of persistence." Mary grins gormlessly.
All of the anatine skeletons, who had been calmly dancing a jig up to this point, snap out of their performance and cluster behind the Sandersons. The earth splits open once again, but this time, it isn't skeletons that drag themselves from the depths of the abyss.
Rotting, undead corpses claw their way up from below the earth, so many that you lose count. It's actually kind of hard to count when you're still dancing a jig though, so that might have something to do with it.
A veritable swarm of undead are waiting at the Sanderson's command, half of everyone here is still caught up dancing, and even Puck looks a little annoyed by this most recent development. Winnifred descends into a mad cackle as the zombies start to lurch forward, no doubt to make your demises as slow and painful as possible.
Cotton Eye Joe goes into its ninetieth refrain on the discarded radio.
"Okay, not funny anymore."
Without taking her eyes off of the undead horde, Janna raises Feldrake and zaps the radio with a bolt of lightning. The hillbilly music dies a well-deserved death.
Then the trumpets kick it.
"It's close to midnight, and something evil's lurking in the dark…"
ExNihilo
SPACE!
- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Puck is badass
Like having your wallet stolen by Jessie James, I imagine.
Janna be nice. No actually don't.
- Location
- Landland USA
Great update as usual. But the most important part:
What does Agent Russ know about Hoover Dam?!
- Location
- Two hours away
- Pronouns
- He/Him
We're going to have to get Max a spray seltzer bottle if this keeps up.
- Location
- USA
Pucks pretty cool.
Cool fight.
Threatening bad guys even with pucks help.
Nice nice nice.
Can someone make "Hoover dam it Max!" A tag.
Cool fight.
Threatening bad guys even with pucks help.
Nice nice nice.
Can someone make "Hoover dam it Max!" A tag.
- Location
- Washington
Really wish we hadn't flubbed Doof's dance combat check. He feels like too much of a bystander in this whole misadventure.
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Daecl
CURSED BY THE DICE
We're in the domain of another king, out of our specialty, and Janna is literally one of the three main magical opponents to the sisters.
I think this is the best we're gonna get.
weredrago2
"Cowabunga, Shadow the Hedgehog..."
- Location
- Florida
Clearly you tipped over a lawn gnome in Drusselstein and got cursed. Major disadvantage on a magic adventure. Best get that looked at, those things are relentless.
mangawriter77
Otaku^9000 (In my own opinion)
- Location
- You'll neeever guess
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
GRAAAAHHHH!!!! THIS IS GETTING RIDICULOUS!!
Ugggggghhhhh. Someone needs to instruct Max in Murphey's Law 101. They needed to yesterday
Oh, come on! The song isn't that bad! I'm actually quite fond of it.
GRRRRRRRR!!!!! Why do the dice hate us this quest?!
Well, that answers that question for anyone who had it.
FINALLY! Some success!!
WOO! Go Puck!! Wipe their asses!
Aww. So much for getting any insider info.
Ha...
...ha...
...H-! OH FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, we need to sit down with Max and have a word about his mouth. It'll get him killed at this rate.
Heh. Classic Janna. I really like how the only way she could succeed was if she got a nat 100.
*maniacal giggling* Burn, baby, burn!!!!!!!
Ha ha! Take that! You shall not be able to escape, foul knaves!!
Phew, thought we were gonna have to unpack that next. We're pressed for actions as is.
Oh, right. That's still in play. Shit.
Oh, dear. I hope we can manage to get out of this... though, going by the last few dice rolls, I find that unlikely.
Does this mean the narrative's on our side no-?
..............................................................................*sigh* I should have known. Because it wouldn't be any sort of Halloween special without some form of reference to this song. I don't know whether to laugh or facepalm.
ReaperofInterest
Herald of Disaster
Well, Puck certainly made an impressive showing! Too bad he and Janna couldn't out the sisters down though. Also, it looks like we now know Pandarus was the one who bought the devil book. That just leaves the identity of the buyer of the Morganian Encantus a mystery.
mangawriter77
Otaku^9000 (In my own opinion)
- Location
- You'll neeever guess
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
I just realized I've been getting Deja vu this entire fight. And not in a good way. Anyone wanna hazard a guess to what I'm reminded of?
ExNihilo
SPACE!
- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Indeed he did. I hope our 160/60 unlocked some 'figure out what the deal with Fae is' for next turn, it'll come in handy.
Nights still young (unfortunately) and the sisters just gave away the fact an artifact is keeping them alive. With the sorcerous power gathered here and Xanatos's intrigue, I give good odds the candle can be put out.
mangawriter77
Otaku^9000 (In my own opinion)
- Location
- You'll neeever guess
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
I wouldn't be surprised if there was some convoluted rule that said only the person who lit the candle can put it out. Ugh
ExNihilo
SPACE!
- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Eh, between the Fae, the two archmagi, the magic books in play, and Felldrake, I'm sure we can come up with a countermeasure.
Wait, is it only Gravity Falls zombies, or all zombies, that can be killed by music?