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DoofQuest- a Disney Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest
- Thread starter Made in Heaven
- Start date
- Crossover
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Right, I know we have enough, I just want to make sure that people are willing to put that down. But they probably will, it's an important enough turn.
Argidoll
And hast thou slain the Jabberwocky?
- Location
- Dreamland
I mean, I won't, but I'm a special case.
- Location
- Somewhere nearby.
Why would I not will all of the Omakes I've been making? Hell I'm writing another one right now.
The Journey West: Dropout Dragout
- Location
- Somewhere nearby.
The Journey West: Dropout Dragout
"I don't like this Lyle," Came word from one of the gathered survivors. "We've spent too much time avoiding the University to just knock on their front door."
"Doesn't matter Harold," Lyle told him. "We need cars that can handle the trip though the heaps, and the University has the best one's around, hell they've even been armored for the rust."
"But they aren't just going t-"
"Enough, we've been over this a dozen times. This is our only shot, we've got a plan."
"Allright Lyle," Harold finally let up. "I'll follow your lead, but I don't like this."
Ever since word of untouched land west of Ames the survivors have been preparing for the trip ahead, supplies have been gathered together and rationed for the trip ahead, runs have been made to fill in the gaps, but they'll need to swipe some from the University when they take the cars if they want enough to last the full trip.
The real problem was gas, they've been able to get some but the vast majority of the usable gasoline was taken by the University, anyone who was found to be hiding any from them were swiftly taken care of, Lyle had come across the aftermath… It was worse than anything he'd ever seen in court by a long shot, you couldn't even recognize them as human anymore.
Yet another reason they needed to take what they needed from the crazed raiders.
Lyle left the others and began to get ready, placing makeshift body armor over the remnants of what was once an off the rack suit and fastening a purple tie around his neck.
"Why da hell 're ya puttin' that on?" Lyle turned to see Malone ready for the fight ahead. "Didn't sneeze ya for a purple number, court case ya need ta get ta?"
"Nothing like that Bones, It's my lucky tie is all," Lyle told him as he finished tying it. "Never steered me wrong yet and I figured we need all the luck we can get."
He turned to the toon.
"How do I look?"
"Like an accountant took a tumble through a paper shredder." The Skeleton told him with a laugh. "Let's get movin' then Boss, da others 're waitin'."
As they neared the University's territory the BnL survivors broke off into smaller groups, each one had a specific goal to accomplish when they broke through to the Stadium, Lyle, Malone and some others would occupy the bandits for as long as they could.
Malone's boys went on ahead, they were going to start this little party with a little weaponised black humor. Lyle and the better fighters of the group would follow it up with an attack on the main gate to draw as much attention as possible while the others took advantage to find what they needed and met up to get out with the loot and cars.
"Well then…" Lyle said as he reached into his bag and pulled out a syringe and one of the glowing vials from the drug dealer. "Let's hope this works…"
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"I just don't get why we need to be the ones guarding the wall Ted!" Said one of the University guards to his friend from the platform they were on. "I wanna be part of the raiding groups, get some action! How else are we going to prove ourselves?"
"I honestly don't care Bill," Said the friend in question as he looked through a pair of binoculars. "We've got the best stuff in this hellhole, we'll get action soon enough when somebody tries to take it."
"Like somebody around here is stupid enough to do that." Almost as soon as the first guard said that the lights seemed to malfunction and shut off, followed by music beginning to play ever so lightly. "What the hell?"
As the music got louder some of the lights went back on, acting as spotlights for the skeletons that popped up onto the wall one by one, moving rhythmically to the beat as it got faster and faster. Before long the group of guards were surrounded by dancing bones, they turned to get some distance from the group but were stopped as one last skeleton jumped onto the wall, cutting off their escape.
This last one was different from the others, he was wearing a suit for one, sitting on the edge of the wall with exaggerated swagger and confidence as he watched the guards with a grin on his boney face. He produced an oversized cigar from nowhere in particular and brought it to his mouth before taking a long drag. The cigar was quickly reduced to ash by the single breath and smoke began to pour from the eye sockets and nose hole, before he breathed it out on the nearest guard's face.
"Alright boys!" He said as he leapt to his feet. "Rattle 'em!"
With that order the horde of skeletons attacked, while their methods were comical in nature they were still effective. Skulls were removed and thrown, arms and legs were used as bats. One simply danced through machine gun fire before swiping it for himself with a cackle. At one point some of the skeletons banded together to form a ball of bones that rolled off the wall and into a group of reinforcements like a bowling ball.
Toons aren't common in Iowa so they didn't have much that could be effective on a group of them going ham, some of the more genre savvy of the guards were able to take advantage of the rule of three and other tropes to stall them but they knew it wouldn't be enough.
"What the hell are toons doing here?" Said the first guard to his friend. "How the hell can this get any worse?"
"Bill, please tell me you didn't just say that." Said his friend. "Never tempt fate near a toon!"
They were interrupted by the sound of heavy blows being delivered to the main gate, with all the skeletons running around there wasn't anyone up there to defend it anymore. Soon large dents were made as something repeatedly struck it, until it was finally knocked loose from its hinges and sent flying across the yard and into the Stadium wall.
They knew about Lyle McLeod, some defence lawyer who managed to lead a group of survivors out of some place called BnL. There were rumors he had some toons, but nothing like this… And when the hell did he get so big?
He was about twice as tall as he should be, and three times as muscley, he was the one who tore the gate apart and seemed to shrug off the fire from their guns and charge a group before simply batting them aside and ripping one of the gatling guns off the damn wall!
"You had to say it Bill." The guard said to his friend as he dragged the idiot from the fight. "You had to fucking say it!"
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Lyle had never felt anything like this in his entire life, it was like his muscles were on fire and being electrocuted at the same time, but instead of hurting it felt good, damn good. He ripped the gun from the wall and opened fire on the guards as they panicked and began to run. Some shots hit him in the back so he turned around without ever taking his finger off the trigger, the gun was getting hot, but at the same time he didn't feel the heat, whatever was in those vials it made him damn near invincible, at least until they begin to wear off he imagines.
The gun runs out of ammo as a group charges him, he tosses the weapon at them before meeting their charge and grabbing the one leading the charge, swinging him like a flail as he bowled through the guards, trampling a few unfortunate ones who were crushed beneath Lyle's feet. He slammed the leader's head into the pavement and let loose a roar at the surrounding enemies.
He was stopped as a new figure entered the area, it didn't take long for Lyle to recognise him. His name was Charlie Cowell, a former Anvil salesman from Illinois who moved to Iowa years ago to follow a conman named Harold Hill. After Hill began to turn his life around Cowell managed to expose him to the people of River City and nearly got him killed.
Lyle worked on Hill's defence, it was a shitshow, the people tarred and feathered him for fucks sake! After he barely got a not guilty, Lyle helped move him and his girlfriend Marian to Ames to start over, looks like Cowell followed them after all.
Cowell started firing and managed to get a few good hits in, seems like the drugs are starting to wear off after all. Lyle was forced to take cover from the madman as he unloaded, but it seemed like enough time had passed, and a large bus pulled up, looks like 'Professor' Hill pulled through after all!
"Lyle get in!" The former con called out as the bus took a few more hits from Cowell. "Let's get out of here!"
Lyle jumped through the door as Cowell charged the bus, the door closed just in time as he beat his gun against the door.
"Hill! You think you can just get away!" He shouted as he saw who was driving. "I'll get you, you son a bitch!"
As the bus pulled out of the area Lyle saw several other vehicles being driven by other survivors from his group, looks like they pulled it off! He let out a laugh even as his body began to be wracked with pain from the drugs wearing off. They did it! They made it!
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Charlie Cowell watched as the bus drove away with their supplies and… him…
He reconised the one in the suit, he was one of Hill's lawyers, the corrupt bastard's still helping to keep Hill away from him! Not this time!
He gathered some of the surviving guards and rallied everyone he could, soon enough they'd gathered together more cars and got ready to follow the attackers.
"You won't get away this time Hill…" He said to himself as he got ready to leave. "And this time I'm going to kill you."
Both Harold Hill and Charlie Cowell are from The Music Man, one of like two Disney properties that take place in Iowa so I thought it would be nice to include them, even had a way to make it kinda work with Lyle being a lawyer.
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- Location
- sweden
He is well known for misery porn. taylor has no character she is used as a blank slate for fanfics and she was not a good person but there is this on the level of worship for her
- Location
- Somewhere nearby.
Lab_Accident
A 2D 1D4
- Location
- Your dreams
I think we should open up a vote about wether or not we want a fake vote.
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[JK] Don't start a fake vote
mangawriter77
Otaku^9000 (In my own opinion)
- Location
- You'll neeever guess
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
[JK] Don't start a fake vote and get the Republicans screaming again
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[JK] Start a fake vote
- Location
- Somewhere nearby.
You know I just realized if Scrooge is still alive he and Doof could actually get along pretty well. They both started from the bottom as near penniless immigrants who worked long and hard for everything they had and built up their lives from the ground up. They actually have quite a bit in common.
Mattman324
you expected some anime, non-IRL giant robot, eh?
- Location
- Working in the basement on my giant robot.
Come to think about it, Scrooge's villains tend to be foils to him, but he's never really had one like Doof, has he? Someone who came on riches a similar way, but won't approach Scrooge's level of acumen, so he ends up looking inconsistent or incompetent most of the time.
Usually Scrooge's evil villains are fully evil, his incompetent villains are wholly incompetent, and his rich villains tend towards malace rather than somewhat idle richness or the inconsistent money use of Doof.
- Location
- Somewhere nearby.
Not to mention Doof would have no interest in Scrooge's money, Doof's wealth is a byproduct of his goals, not a goal itself.
Crisis: Twelfth Night- Gloria
- Location
- Pennsylvania
Janna found herself forced to her knees. All around her did the same. Some struggled more than others, but all found themselves dragged to earth. Marco, Lizzy, Xanatos, the Pack, even Tom all found themselves kneeling in supplication. The only ones Janna could see not obeying Demona's command were her fellow gargoyles, who looked around, confused. Amur whined.
Though the party could not see it, one by one, Spydah, the Glooms, the Dracons, and the rest of the building began to drop to the ground as Demona's power spread.
The Huntsclan fell as quickly as everyone else did. Except for one. The Hunstmaster struggled against the power of the crown, every fiber of his being screaming in defiance. His muscles bulged, his neck whipped back and forth unnaturally. He took one desperate step, and then another. The Huntsmaster bellowed a wordless scream. Something cracked. Blood seeped from his eyes and nose.
"I… will… not…"
The Huntsmaster fell still.
"Impressive." Demona admitted, a grin widening across her face at the man's suffering. "But not enough."
"Demona, what is this sorcery?" Hudson demanded.
Demona grinned again. "Salvation. Ours, this time, not theirs."
Demona waved the spear in her hand lazily, looking over the assembled humans. "The Lance of Longinus and the Crown of Thorns. Symbols of the King of mankind. Symbols of rulership. With them, their entire wretched species bows to my command!"
"There's a lot of humans that aren't Christian." Lexington pointed out, torn between confusion and obvious panic.
"Many do not worship Odin as well." Demona replied. "And yet that posed Goliath no difficulty when he wielded the Aesir's Eye. I care not for the truth of human superstition. The power is real. That is enough."
Manhattan Clan Martial Check:
67+42+7+4=120
Demona Martial Check:
31+35+30+35=131
Demona success!
The Clan leapt as one. Leopold and Amur, recognizing danger when they saw it, leapt as well. Alas, it was not enough. Demona batted the gargoyles away with a single swing of her Spear, hardly pausing in her train of thought.
"And speaking of Goliath." she continued, her mood darkening, "It is long past time he had his revenge."
Turning towards the room's only door, Demona raised a clawed hand in silent demand. Even as she did so, one last Gargoyle soared through the roof. "Guys, what's happening in here?!?" Angela asked. "Something's happened, everyone in the building is…" Angela trailed off as she took in the scene.
"Ah, child. It is good that you are here to witness this." Demona said. A few more moments passed, during which she held off continuing assaults by the gargoyles. A moment later, a man walked through the door, obediently striding towards her. He was young, with a strong jaw, long black hair with a strange stripe of white atop it.
"Tony Dracon." Demona said, voice full of her usual sharpened hate. "You will be the first to get what you deserve."
Dracon's eyes were full of terror, the don desperately fighting against his own flesh to no avail. Silently, Demona motioned, and used his body like a puppet on a string. Dracon had a sidearm, a pistol. Illegal, no doubt. His hand reached, shaking, pulling it out. He let out a low, keening scream, his entire body shuddering as, inch by agonizing inch, his own hand placed the gun to his head.
Dracon's entire form shook, tears rolling slowly down his frozen face. Demona leered, gazed desperately, drank in the scene in front of her, until…
Dracon's hand went limp. The pistol slipped out of his hand, landing on the floor with a deafening clatter. Dracon's eyes rolled back in his head, and slowly, he sank to the ground.
For a moment there was silence.
"What?!?" Demona demanded, leaping for the prone form in sudden fury.
"...Whatever you did to him… it was too much." Lexington said after a moment. "I think his heart gave out."
"No!" Demona screamed, claws tearing into the still warm corpse of the crime lord. "You are to die by my hand, you weakling! Mine alone!"
Demona roared, brandishing the spear in fury. "I've been denied everything! Even my revenge!!!" Her eyes glowed red as she screamed in unbridled hatred.
"Demona…" Brooklyn began slowly, looking sick to his stomach.
"No." Demona said slowly, rising from Dracon's body. She looked at the assorted figures on the ground and scowled. "I will have my revenge. Here, tonight, the ones who murdered Goliath will pay. My mate, my clan, my people! With every passing second, the range of my power grows. Tonight, I will wipe humanity from the face of the earth!"
And that. Xanatos thought, Is what I've been waiting for.
Xanatos knew it was a matter of seconds now before his final gambit. And yet...
Still trapped kneeling on the floor, Xanatos gazed upon the Lance with a quizzical air. He knew the shaft, having briefly held it himself, but he had not seen the spearhead before. It glinted oddly in the stuttering electric lights of the room. There was something wrong, something he hadn't taken into account, he…
Xanatos Occult Check: What is the spearhead made out of?
DC 80 needed: 93+27+20+10=150
Success!
Xanatos' eyes widened.
"Took you long enough." Puck said, materializing with a ball of energy already in his hands.
"N-no!" Xanatos managed to force out.
"Hrm?" Puck asked.
Puck combat check: 48+55+20(warned)=123
Demona Contest: 41+35+30+35+44 (Cold Iron)=185
Demona Heavy Success
The first words of a spell off Puck's lips were blown away by the searing blast of the Lance roaring across Puck's form.
Demona combat check: 49+35+30+35+44=193
Puck Contest: 12+55+20=87
Demona Critical Success!
Puck screamed.
"Ha… haaa. You know." Puck said, his form steaming. "I thought this part was going to be a lot more fun."
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Kitsune silently screamed.
That thing had just gone through the Puck like a hot knife. Because, basically, it was. Mystic power wrapped in cold iron. It shouldn't be possible. It was death on a rod.
Janna was going to die. Janna and everyone else, and there was nothing she could do about it.
What could she do that the Puck couldn't?
Kitsune felt something tugging at her ankles.
It was Puck.
This time she screamed externally.
The fey dragged himself up Kitsune's side, hand clamping over her mouth.
"Listen... carefully, fox…"
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"You said this was revenge for Goliath." Brooklyn said quietly.
"It is." Demona replied firmly. "Oh Brookyln, can you not see? Humanity killed Goliath. Scotland or Manhattan, it has never changed. Their kind will always see us dead."
"Tony Dracon killed Goliath!" Brooklyn said, and then his brow furrowed. "...Didn't he?"
"It may as well have been his hand that did the deed." Demona replied. "Were it not for the petty squabbles of the dregs under his command spreading unchecked across the city, Goliath's human whore would not have drawn him into the ambush. Everything was prepared, the plan was perfect-!"
"Plan?" Brooklyn asked.
"It all but succeeded!"
"What plan?!" Hudson demanded, wounded but still fighting.
"There was no other choice. He would have seen through her lies in time once she was gone. But he had to ruin it! He leapt in front of her. It was out of my hands."
…
"You killed them." Broadway said slowly, as all five members of the Manhattan Clan looked on in horror. "You killed them both."
"You killed my father." Angela said, a shard of her mother's cold hate reflected in her own voice.
"The humans killed Goliath!" Demona roared. "And tonight," she continued, the bloody crown atop her head beginning to glow, "They will all pay! And so will anyone who tries to stop me. If you are not with my kind, you are against my kind." She finished coldly. "Even if you are o-."
Demona was cut off as Brooklyn stabbed her through the back.
Several things happened at once. Demona stumbled forward as Brooklyn's blade plunged into her back, and in the next instant it seemed as though the spell had been lifted. Janna, Xanatos, and everyone else found themselves in control of their own bodies once again and wasted no time in climbing back to their feet.
Demona lashed out with the Spear, screaming in fury as she whirled around on Brooklyn. "Traitor!"
Demona Martial Check: 76+35+30+35=176
Brooklyn contest: 33+30=63
Demona Critical Success!
The tip of the Spear of Destiny sank deep into Brooklyn's left eye. He let out a desperate scream. Demona followed her blow with a swift kick to the chest, knocking the gargoyle onto the ground where he clutched at his ruined socket.
Kitsune Occult check: 57+13+12+7+20+10=119
Demona contest: 1+35+30+35-30 (Distracted)=71
Demona Critical Failure!
"Demona." a low baritone spoke from the shadows.
The gargoyle's reaction was immediate. She dropped Brooklyn like he was nothing, turning around with a look of horror. A pair of white eyes emerged from the shadows, belonging to an imposing blue gargoyle that stood a head taller than her. "This madness ends now."
"Goliath?! No, this- no! I killed y-!"
Brooklyn and Kitsune Combat Roll: Grab the crown!
86+33+20-20(An eye for wisdom)= 119
Demona contest:
46+35+30+35-40 (very distracted)= 109
Bare Success!
Brooklyn took advantage of Demona's sudden terror to leap for the crown, still half-blind from the pain, ripping it from Demona's head despite the thorns biting into his palms. It made a horrible sucking noise as it was prised from her bloody scalp.
"No!" Demona screamed, grabbing onto the circlet.
Janna Combat Roll: Hit her while she's distracted!
82+13+12+7+44+5+5+7=175
Demona Contest: 47+35+30+35-40 =107
Heavy Success!
Coldstone Intrigue Check: Escape!
DC 80
60+28=88
Bare success
Demona was assaulted by a barrage of force from around the room as nearly everyone present still capable of fighting had the same idea. The only exception was Coldstone who, upon seeing what was before him, took the chance to slip away. A wave of redoubled hellfire from Janna and Tom washed over Demona even as Xanatos and the Pack opened fire.
Demona Combat Roll:
55+35+30+35-70(extremely distracted)=85
Brooklyn and Kitsune Contest: 84+33+20-20= 117
Failure!
"Enough of this." The thing that looked like Goliath said sternly, hands grasping onto Demona's arm, and then joining Brooklyn in contesting the Crown as well. As they did, the form of the great gargoyle melted away, revealing the snarling, and internally screaming, form of Kitsune.
"Treachery!" Demona roared, struggling desperately with the crown. "How dare you use him-"
"That's not the only thing I've been told how to use, I'm afraid." Kitsune replied. "You seem oddly excited to kill all humans when you turn to one upon the sunrise!"
Occult Check: Assert the crown's control over all humanity!
60+13+12+20+30(Goodfellow's Word)=135
Demona contest: 83+24=107
Success!
"Let go, Demona." Kitsune said.
"Let go, Demona!" Brooklyn yelled.
Let go, Demona.
"Never!!!" Demona screamed.
...
The Crown snapped.
Reality took a breath.
Fade to white.
Though the party could not see it, one by one, Spydah, the Glooms, the Dracons, and the rest of the building began to drop to the ground as Demona's power spread.
The Huntsclan fell as quickly as everyone else did. Except for one. The Hunstmaster struggled against the power of the crown, every fiber of his being screaming in defiance. His muscles bulged, his neck whipped back and forth unnaturally. He took one desperate step, and then another. The Huntsmaster bellowed a wordless scream. Something cracked. Blood seeped from his eyes and nose.
"I… will… not…"
The Huntsmaster fell still.
"Impressive." Demona admitted, a grin widening across her face at the man's suffering. "But not enough."
"Demona, what is this sorcery?" Hudson demanded.
Demona grinned again. "Salvation. Ours, this time, not theirs."
Demona waved the spear in her hand lazily, looking over the assembled humans. "The Lance of Longinus and the Crown of Thorns. Symbols of the King of mankind. Symbols of rulership. With them, their entire wretched species bows to my command!"
"There's a lot of humans that aren't Christian." Lexington pointed out, torn between confusion and obvious panic.
"Many do not worship Odin as well." Demona replied. "And yet that posed Goliath no difficulty when he wielded the Aesir's Eye. I care not for the truth of human superstition. The power is real. That is enough."
Manhattan Clan Martial Check:
67+42+7+4=120
Demona Martial Check:
31+35+30+35=131
Demona success!
The Clan leapt as one. Leopold and Amur, recognizing danger when they saw it, leapt as well. Alas, it was not enough. Demona batted the gargoyles away with a single swing of her Spear, hardly pausing in her train of thought.
"And speaking of Goliath." she continued, her mood darkening, "It is long past time he had his revenge."
Turning towards the room's only door, Demona raised a clawed hand in silent demand. Even as she did so, one last Gargoyle soared through the roof. "Guys, what's happening in here?!?" Angela asked. "Something's happened, everyone in the building is…" Angela trailed off as she took in the scene.
"Ah, child. It is good that you are here to witness this." Demona said. A few more moments passed, during which she held off continuing assaults by the gargoyles. A moment later, a man walked through the door, obediently striding towards her. He was young, with a strong jaw, long black hair with a strange stripe of white atop it.
"Tony Dracon." Demona said, voice full of her usual sharpened hate. "You will be the first to get what you deserve."
Dracon's eyes were full of terror, the don desperately fighting against his own flesh to no avail. Silently, Demona motioned, and used his body like a puppet on a string. Dracon had a sidearm, a pistol. Illegal, no doubt. His hand reached, shaking, pulling it out. He let out a low, keening scream, his entire body shuddering as, inch by agonizing inch, his own hand placed the gun to his head.
Dracon's entire form shook, tears rolling slowly down his frozen face. Demona leered, gazed desperately, drank in the scene in front of her, until…
Dracon's hand went limp. The pistol slipped out of his hand, landing on the floor with a deafening clatter. Dracon's eyes rolled back in his head, and slowly, he sank to the ground.
For a moment there was silence.
"What?!?" Demona demanded, leaping for the prone form in sudden fury.
"...Whatever you did to him… it was too much." Lexington said after a moment. "I think his heart gave out."
"No!" Demona screamed, claws tearing into the still warm corpse of the crime lord. "You are to die by my hand, you weakling! Mine alone!"
Demona roared, brandishing the spear in fury. "I've been denied everything! Even my revenge!!!" Her eyes glowed red as she screamed in unbridled hatred.
"Demona…" Brooklyn began slowly, looking sick to his stomach.
"No." Demona said slowly, rising from Dracon's body. She looked at the assorted figures on the ground and scowled. "I will have my revenge. Here, tonight, the ones who murdered Goliath will pay. My mate, my clan, my people! With every passing second, the range of my power grows. Tonight, I will wipe humanity from the face of the earth!"
And that. Xanatos thought, Is what I've been waiting for.
Xanatos knew it was a matter of seconds now before his final gambit. And yet...
Still trapped kneeling on the floor, Xanatos gazed upon the Lance with a quizzical air. He knew the shaft, having briefly held it himself, but he had not seen the spearhead before. It glinted oddly in the stuttering electric lights of the room. There was something wrong, something he hadn't taken into account, he…
Xanatos Occult Check: What is the spearhead made out of?
DC 80 needed: 93+27+20+10=150
Success!
Xanatos' eyes widened.
"Took you long enough." Puck said, materializing with a ball of energy already in his hands.
"N-no!" Xanatos managed to force out.
"Hrm?" Puck asked.
Puck combat check: 48+55+20(warned)=123
Demona Contest: 41+35+30+35+44 (Cold Iron)=185
Demona Heavy Success
The first words of a spell off Puck's lips were blown away by the searing blast of the Lance roaring across Puck's form.
Demona combat check: 49+35+30+35+44=193
Puck Contest: 12+55+20=87
Demona Critical Success!
Puck screamed.
"Ha… haaa. You know." Puck said, his form steaming. "I thought this part was going to be a lot more fun."
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Kitsune silently screamed.
That thing had just gone through the Puck like a hot knife. Because, basically, it was. Mystic power wrapped in cold iron. It shouldn't be possible. It was death on a rod.
Janna was going to die. Janna and everyone else, and there was nothing she could do about it.
What could she do that the Puck couldn't?
Kitsune felt something tugging at her ankles.
It was Puck.
This time she screamed externally.
The fey dragged himself up Kitsune's side, hand clamping over her mouth.
"Listen... carefully, fox…"
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"You said this was revenge for Goliath." Brooklyn said quietly.
"It is." Demona replied firmly. "Oh Brookyln, can you not see? Humanity killed Goliath. Scotland or Manhattan, it has never changed. Their kind will always see us dead."
"Tony Dracon killed Goliath!" Brooklyn said, and then his brow furrowed. "...Didn't he?"
"It may as well have been his hand that did the deed." Demona replied. "Were it not for the petty squabbles of the dregs under his command spreading unchecked across the city, Goliath's human whore would not have drawn him into the ambush. Everything was prepared, the plan was perfect-!"
"Plan?" Brooklyn asked.
"It all but succeeded!"
"What plan?!" Hudson demanded, wounded but still fighting.
"There was no other choice. He would have seen through her lies in time once she was gone. But he had to ruin it! He leapt in front of her. It was out of my hands."
…
"You killed them." Broadway said slowly, as all five members of the Manhattan Clan looked on in horror. "You killed them both."
"You killed my father." Angela said, a shard of her mother's cold hate reflected in her own voice.
"The humans killed Goliath!" Demona roared. "And tonight," she continued, the bloody crown atop her head beginning to glow, "They will all pay! And so will anyone who tries to stop me. If you are not with my kind, you are against my kind." She finished coldly. "Even if you are o-."
Demona was cut off as Brooklyn stabbed her through the back.
Several things happened at once. Demona stumbled forward as Brooklyn's blade plunged into her back, and in the next instant it seemed as though the spell had been lifted. Janna, Xanatos, and everyone else found themselves in control of their own bodies once again and wasted no time in climbing back to their feet.
Demona lashed out with the Spear, screaming in fury as she whirled around on Brooklyn. "Traitor!"
Demona Martial Check: 76+35+30+35=176
Brooklyn contest: 33+30=63
Demona Critical Success!
The tip of the Spear of Destiny sank deep into Brooklyn's left eye. He let out a desperate scream. Demona followed her blow with a swift kick to the chest, knocking the gargoyle onto the ground where he clutched at his ruined socket.
Kitsune Occult check: 57+13+12+7+20+10=119
Demona contest: 1+35+30+35-30 (Distracted)=71
Demona Critical Failure!
"Demona." a low baritone spoke from the shadows.
The gargoyle's reaction was immediate. She dropped Brooklyn like he was nothing, turning around with a look of horror. A pair of white eyes emerged from the shadows, belonging to an imposing blue gargoyle that stood a head taller than her. "This madness ends now."
"Goliath?! No, this- no! I killed y-!"
Brooklyn and Kitsune Combat Roll: Grab the crown!
86+33+20-20(An eye for wisdom)= 119
Demona contest:
46+35+30+35-40 (very distracted)= 109
Bare Success!
Brooklyn took advantage of Demona's sudden terror to leap for the crown, still half-blind from the pain, ripping it from Demona's head despite the thorns biting into his palms. It made a horrible sucking noise as it was prised from her bloody scalp.
"No!" Demona screamed, grabbing onto the circlet.
Janna Combat Roll: Hit her while she's distracted!
82+13+12+7+44+5+5+7=175
Demona Contest: 47+35+30+35-40 =107
Heavy Success!
Coldstone Intrigue Check: Escape!
DC 80
60+28=88
Bare success
Demona was assaulted by a barrage of force from around the room as nearly everyone present still capable of fighting had the same idea. The only exception was Coldstone who, upon seeing what was before him, took the chance to slip away. A wave of redoubled hellfire from Janna and Tom washed over Demona even as Xanatos and the Pack opened fire.
Demona Combat Roll:
55+35+30+35-70(extremely distracted)=85
Brooklyn and Kitsune Contest: 84+33+20-20= 117
Failure!
"Enough of this." The thing that looked like Goliath said sternly, hands grasping onto Demona's arm, and then joining Brooklyn in contesting the Crown as well. As they did, the form of the great gargoyle melted away, revealing the snarling, and internally screaming, form of Kitsune.
"Treachery!" Demona roared, struggling desperately with the crown. "How dare you use him-"
"That's not the only thing I've been told how to use, I'm afraid." Kitsune replied. "You seem oddly excited to kill all humans when you turn to one upon the sunrise!"
Occult Check: Assert the crown's control over all humanity!
60+13+12+20+30(Goodfellow's Word)=135
Demona contest: 83+24=107
Success!
"Let go, Demona." Kitsune said.
"Let go, Demona!" Brooklyn yelled.
Let go, Demona.
"Never!!!" Demona screamed.
...
The Crown snapped.
Reality took a breath.
Fade to white.
Did we just break the CROWN OF THORNS?
Nix's Warden
Welcome to Hades
- Location
- United States
Huh, is Puck dead? Because being run through by the Lance Of Longinus, which just so happens to have a Cold Iron head, would definitely do it.
- Location
- At the end of the world
That was epic
- Location
- Two hours away
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Fuck. It worked out but I'm reiterating my initial analysis.
Oh, that was the built in game over prevention.
- Location
- SomeWhereElse
Um...
A very hesitant hooray? Ish? Breaking the crown of thorns seems like a Bad Thing but Demona has either lost or is about to lose. I think.
also it seems like Kitsune just pulled everyone's asses out of the fire so good on her.
- Location
- Two hours away
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Cut to Satan down in hell.
AProcrastinator
You can Certainly Try
- Location
- Getting Somewhere
- Pronouns
- She/Hers
...Tom bowed, too?
I mean, I guess it makes sense. Under typical Christian doctrine, while the forces of Satan do not work for God, per se, He is aware of their movements, throughout all time and space, and has built the plan that is creation around them, utilizing them the way Xanatos might use the movements of his enemies.
But, still, that's ... that's a lot less direct than what's been shown here. Order to kneel, and the demon has no choice to obey. I know Tom is half Mewman, but Mewmans aren't quite human, anymore? And it's been quite a many generations since the separation.
Human enough, I guess. Still, I'd have thought Tom's demon half would've balance it out. Left him able to fight it, if not strictly able to auto-resist? Perhaps the war with Toffee has weakened Mewman Hell, mystically speaking...
I guess what I'm getting at is, this is one hell of an update.
I mean, I guess it makes sense. Under typical Christian doctrine, while the forces of Satan do not work for God, per se, He is aware of their movements, throughout all time and space, and has built the plan that is creation around them, utilizing them the way Xanatos might use the movements of his enemies.
But, still, that's ... that's a lot less direct than what's been shown here. Order to kneel, and the demon has no choice to obey. I know Tom is half Mewman, but Mewmans aren't quite human, anymore? And it's been quite a many generations since the separation.
Human enough, I guess. Still, I'd have thought Tom's demon half would've balance it out. Left him able to fight it, if not strictly able to auto-resist? Perhaps the war with Toffee has weakened Mewman Hell, mystically speaking...
I guess what I'm getting at is, this is one hell of an update.