- Location
- The City of Tears, Hallownest
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The Isaac youtuber? what does he have to do with this?
DoofQuest- a Disney Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest
- Thread starter Made in Heaven
- Start date
- Crossover
- Location
- Ivory Tower of Education
Enel from One Piece? The dude with lightning who couldn't concieve of anyone resisting him?
... I can do that
- Location
- SomeWhereElse
Man I can only imagine poor Xanatos' thought process when he asked about range and a got a response concerning mars.
It's a testament to his poker face that he stayed relatively calmish.
It's a testament to his poker face that he stayed relatively calmish.
- Location
- Somewhere nearby.
Thank you!
- Location
- Ivory Tower of Education
- Location
- Florida
Xanatos quest right now:
WHAT!? DID HE SERIOUSLY DO THAT!? WE HAD PLANS FOR NEXT TURN AND NOW WE CAN'T...
No, no. It's fine, it doesn't bother us, it doesn't bother us...
It bothers us, it bothers us a lot! AND OF COURSE IT EFFECTS THE ENTIRE PLANET!
WHAT!? DID HE SERIOUSLY DO THAT!? WE HAD PLANS FOR NEXT TURN AND NOW WE CAN'T...
No, no. It's fine, it doesn't bother us, it doesn't bother us...
It bothers us, it bothers us a lot! AND OF COURSE IT EFFECTS THE ENTIRE PLANET!
Star Botterfly
Torgamous
Aspiring Gynoid
- Pronouns
- She/Her
- Pronouns
- He/Him
So since we told him this, he will likely be able to leverage the knowledge to gain and strengthen diplomatic bonds with allies against the huntsclan. This is good for us, although it might mean he will make deals we would have wanted in the long run.
I'm wondering what PUCK's reaction is going to be. And for that matter what Blot is going to be doing about this.
Oh god. Toons. We're Toon central and we basically just gave the Toonforce steroids.
edit: oh huh. Thanks to Russ literally being a spy for the US government, I bet they're getting early warning too
Oh god. Toons. We're Toon central and we basically just gave the Toonforce steroids.
edit: oh huh. Thanks to Russ literally being a spy for the US government, I bet they're getting early warning too
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- Location
- The Space Between
Hooray! The Huntsclan finally have some OOC information about them we can work with!
they succeeded against the dragons but took severe casualties, meaning that they were a much more NY regional threat before the new paradigm.
Interesting note: They really want to keep the masquerade up. That's good to know. Wasn't clear before.
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so uh. The Huntsclan are going to be getting some follow up crits this coming turn. That's dangerous. In their new paradigm, they're a sizable threat and a fantastic asset for Toffee. They will not be able to grow to a size that can stop Toffee's armies, but they can grow to a size that will fuel Toffee's armies. Oh boy.
The best thing we can do, I think, is be a strong counterpoint against Toffee. This is going to be an absolutely brutal shadowed propaganda fight, ah jeez
they succeeded against the dragons but took severe casualties, meaning that they were a much more NY regional threat before the new paradigm.
Interesting note: They really want to keep the masquerade up. That's good to know. Wasn't clear before.
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so uh. The Huntsclan are going to be getting some follow up crits this coming turn. That's dangerous. In their new paradigm, they're a sizable threat and a fantastic asset for Toffee. They will not be able to grow to a size that can stop Toffee's armies, but they can grow to a size that will fuel Toffee's armies. Oh boy.
The best thing we can do, I think, is be a strong counterpoint against Toffee. This is going to be an absolutely brutal shadowed propaganda fight, ah jeez
BlueWerewolf25
The Dreamer
- Location
- Wouldn't You Like To Know?
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
Huntsclan absolutely hates monsters and magical creatures. I severely, sincerely doubt they'll be joining up with Toffee (who wants to conquer planets) anytime soon. If anything, they'll make for an unreliable but deadly ally against him.
SolipsistSerpent
Endlessly Devouring
The scenario being proposed by JowKeen wasn't them joining Toffee, it was them driving unaligned monsters to his support while being too weak to threaten him directly.
So close! But yeah, i guess we're gonna have to warn her ourselves if we want her to not flambe us.
Crisis: Twelfth Night- Ite, Missa Est
- Location
- Pennsylvania
Bill Sykes was not having a good week.
It began with an entirely benign 'suggestion' to be aware of some 'trouble' that might be cropping up near the docks, a warning that proved entirely too accurate when living demons descended from the sky and started ripping civilians to shreds. Things got messier still when the NYPD, the Dracons, and several capes, both local and from out of town, involved themselves in the scuffle. After the dust had settled and the rubble cleared, answers finally started to filter out into the media. More importantly, the underworld had uncovered a far more succinct report, free from the smokescreens that the news crews had tossed up.
Apparently, one of those 'gargoyles' that were just revealed on the news had some serious beef with the Dracons. That much was understandable, but instead of taking it up with a good old-fashioned gang war or bullet to the back of the head, the crazy bitch gathered up an army of monsters and sicced them on anything that moved.
Casualties had been much, much lighter than expected. All in all, a total of seven officers had fallen to the beasts, along with twelve members of the Dracon outfit and three unlucky schmucks who were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sykes held no illusions over what his outfit contributed to the city, but even he felt a certain level of disgust at the creature's actions. This wasn't a hit, it wasn't even an assassination, it was intended to be a flat-out massacre. The news stations were going wild, headlines were being made around the world, and once again New York City was in the center of most people's minds.
When the news came out that Tony Dracon was among the deceased, Sykes' feelings on the news were… conflicted, to say the least. Part of him was elated that the rat bastard was finally dead, right up until the implications settled in. The guy's second-in-command- only known by the moniker 'Glasses'- wasn't exactly a pushover. The war with Brod's goons back when Dracon was locked away for a few months was swift and brutal, ending in the Czech mob's complete destruction.
It seemed like now was the perfect time for a decisive, overwhelming strike, but would that really be the best course of action? Sykes hadn't gotten into his current position by being hasty, and there was no telling what the Man in the Eyrie might think. Sykes considered himself part of a system. A system that, in part, depended on rich men in fancy houses looking the other way. Xanatos would be distracted, certainly. But while the man forgave, he did not forget. Ending one enemy was not worth creating a far greater one. Perhaps a few smaller hits would be in order. A local tough here, a bodega there, and the Sykes Mob would find itself in a very comfortable spot compared to the Dracon outfit; if that was even what it still called itself after all this shook out.
Perhaps instead he should direct his attentions to the city's other underground. Magicals were not a known quantity to most, but they were a known quantity to Sykes. Right now they were scared.
Scared people needed 'protection'.
Sykes exhaled a lungful of cigar smoke, turning back to the model that had been slowly taking shape over the past few weeks. He needed something to take his mind off of business for the time being. No sense in rushing into things.
The next few months were going to be plenty interesting already.
---
Rikers Island had seen a steady stream of improvements over the past few years. Following the now-past economic crash cape crime had seen a meteoric rise across the nation, and New York City was no exception. With Saint Canard a particularly embarrassing disaster, Xanatos Enterprises, Cyberbiotics, even cross-country firms like SecuriTech had worked to ensure that the East's prison would be impenetrable to all but the most powerful supervillains.
These were, of course, lofty expectations. The first breakout had taken place no less than six weeks from the time the remodel was finished, but overall, Rikers proved to be extremely secure. While there was still the occasional escape attempt, it was far from being the revolving door of a prison that only really existed in comic books.
While the security system may have been cutting edge, systems were only as strong as their weakest component. A simple clerical error, replacing the coffee in the break rooms with decaf. Something that seemed almost laughable on paper that could tip the scales in favor of chaos. A minor gas leak of the soporifics intended to be used in the event of riots. Nothing so dramatic as causing everyone to pass out where they stood- just enough to reduce reaction times. A few shifts being rotated too early or too late, allowing blind spots in patrols that lasted just for a moment. A half a dozen things no one would even notice; everything adding up to offer the perfect opportunity for escape.
The Pack had not taken their latest stint of incarceration very well at all. Many of the inmates considered themselves tried and true New Yorkers despite being on the wrong side of the law and didn't take too kindly to the ruthless mercenaries assisting with a massacre. If the Pack had been disliked during prior incarcerations, the attack turned them into outright pariahs. Supervillain escape attempts typically lived or died on alliances made behind closed doors, and very few prisoners were willing to give them the time of day.
They spent most of their time very loudly arguing with one another inside their cell block, none of them willing to shoulder the blame for signing up with Demona in the first place. The Tasmanian Tiger seemed the least invested in the argument while Hyena, Jackal, and Wolf would've come to blows multiple times were it not for their shock collars beeping threateningly.
"Happy New Year, you filthy animals." one of the guards muttered as he tossed a pack of playing cards at Wolf. It was simple, unobtrusive, and devoid of absolutely anything that could have helped them, save for a simple note on the lid.
"A belated christmas present. -Alex"
At seven in the evening, the Pack put aside their arguments in favor of a few hands of poker. At no point did the message or their mysterious gift-giver enter the conversation.
At nine in the evening, the Pack were in the middle of a very heated round of blackjack. Each of them had raised their bets to ten cigarettes and were tensely awaiting the final deal.
Wolf was nearly certain he would win. With a king of clubs and a queen of hearts, how likely was anyone to beat him?
"Blackjack." Hyena declared as she flipped the final card. A ten and an ace.
The cell exploded in a flurry of violence as blows were traded, the warning buzzers on shock collars were ignored, and playing cards tossed across the room in fits of rage, until-
Tink.
The scuffle stopped.
One of the cards had landed a bit… harder, than the others.
Wolf bent down to pick it up.
"Whatcha got there?" Hyena asked.
"Give it here!" Jackal demanded.
"Quiet! You ingrates." Wolf growled threateningly. Slowly, he ran his mutated talon along the length of the card, and the covering began to peel away.
Underneath, no thicker than a normal playing card but certainly stiffer, was a keycard to their entire cellblock. It had a message of its own written neatly on.
You may consider this a job offer, and the ensuing escape your interview. Perform well, and I assuring you have some work you will be quite interested in.
The Pack grinned.
---
Crisis: Twelfth Night complete!
Marco Diaz has joined as a hero unit!
The magical masquerade remains intact, and is in no immediate danger! The masquerade surrounding the gargoyles is completely shot to hell! Thanks to your contributions, things have gone much better than they would have otherwise!
Tony Dracon has died, and Glasses has assumed his position as capo of the Dracon mob! This may have implications on the New York underworld scene!
Kitsune's Martial has increased by 3! Kitsune's Diplomacy has increased by 2! Kitsune's Occult has increased by 2!
Janna's Martial has increased by 2! Janna's Diplomacy has increased by 3! Janna's Occult has increased by 2!
Lizzy's Martial has increased by 1! Lizzy's Intrigue has increased by 1! Lizzy's Only My Enemies changes to: Lizzy grants a +5 boost to Martial on any quest she is assigned to, but a -5 penalty on quest diplomacy rolls against people who do not appreciate sarcasm.
Several characters have gained the Trait: The Marcnificent Few!
It began with an entirely benign 'suggestion' to be aware of some 'trouble' that might be cropping up near the docks, a warning that proved entirely too accurate when living demons descended from the sky and started ripping civilians to shreds. Things got messier still when the NYPD, the Dracons, and several capes, both local and from out of town, involved themselves in the scuffle. After the dust had settled and the rubble cleared, answers finally started to filter out into the media. More importantly, the underworld had uncovered a far more succinct report, free from the smokescreens that the news crews had tossed up.
Apparently, one of those 'gargoyles' that were just revealed on the news had some serious beef with the Dracons. That much was understandable, but instead of taking it up with a good old-fashioned gang war or bullet to the back of the head, the crazy bitch gathered up an army of monsters and sicced them on anything that moved.
Casualties had been much, much lighter than expected. All in all, a total of seven officers had fallen to the beasts, along with twelve members of the Dracon outfit and three unlucky schmucks who were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sykes held no illusions over what his outfit contributed to the city, but even he felt a certain level of disgust at the creature's actions. This wasn't a hit, it wasn't even an assassination, it was intended to be a flat-out massacre. The news stations were going wild, headlines were being made around the world, and once again New York City was in the center of most people's minds.
When the news came out that Tony Dracon was among the deceased, Sykes' feelings on the news were… conflicted, to say the least. Part of him was elated that the rat bastard was finally dead, right up until the implications settled in. The guy's second-in-command- only known by the moniker 'Glasses'- wasn't exactly a pushover. The war with Brod's goons back when Dracon was locked away for a few months was swift and brutal, ending in the Czech mob's complete destruction.
It seemed like now was the perfect time for a decisive, overwhelming strike, but would that really be the best course of action? Sykes hadn't gotten into his current position by being hasty, and there was no telling what the Man in the Eyrie might think. Sykes considered himself part of a system. A system that, in part, depended on rich men in fancy houses looking the other way. Xanatos would be distracted, certainly. But while the man forgave, he did not forget. Ending one enemy was not worth creating a far greater one. Perhaps a few smaller hits would be in order. A local tough here, a bodega there, and the Sykes Mob would find itself in a very comfortable spot compared to the Dracon outfit; if that was even what it still called itself after all this shook out.
Perhaps instead he should direct his attentions to the city's other underground. Magicals were not a known quantity to most, but they were a known quantity to Sykes. Right now they were scared.
Scared people needed 'protection'.
Sykes exhaled a lungful of cigar smoke, turning back to the model that had been slowly taking shape over the past few weeks. He needed something to take his mind off of business for the time being. No sense in rushing into things.
The next few months were going to be plenty interesting already.
---
Rikers Island had seen a steady stream of improvements over the past few years. Following the now-past economic crash cape crime had seen a meteoric rise across the nation, and New York City was no exception. With Saint Canard a particularly embarrassing disaster, Xanatos Enterprises, Cyberbiotics, even cross-country firms like SecuriTech had worked to ensure that the East's prison would be impenetrable to all but the most powerful supervillains.
These were, of course, lofty expectations. The first breakout had taken place no less than six weeks from the time the remodel was finished, but overall, Rikers proved to be extremely secure. While there was still the occasional escape attempt, it was far from being the revolving door of a prison that only really existed in comic books.
While the security system may have been cutting edge, systems were only as strong as their weakest component. A simple clerical error, replacing the coffee in the break rooms with decaf. Something that seemed almost laughable on paper that could tip the scales in favor of chaos. A minor gas leak of the soporifics intended to be used in the event of riots. Nothing so dramatic as causing everyone to pass out where they stood- just enough to reduce reaction times. A few shifts being rotated too early or too late, allowing blind spots in patrols that lasted just for a moment. A half a dozen things no one would even notice; everything adding up to offer the perfect opportunity for escape.
The Pack had not taken their latest stint of incarceration very well at all. Many of the inmates considered themselves tried and true New Yorkers despite being on the wrong side of the law and didn't take too kindly to the ruthless mercenaries assisting with a massacre. If the Pack had been disliked during prior incarcerations, the attack turned them into outright pariahs. Supervillain escape attempts typically lived or died on alliances made behind closed doors, and very few prisoners were willing to give them the time of day.
They spent most of their time very loudly arguing with one another inside their cell block, none of them willing to shoulder the blame for signing up with Demona in the first place. The Tasmanian Tiger seemed the least invested in the argument while Hyena, Jackal, and Wolf would've come to blows multiple times were it not for their shock collars beeping threateningly.
"Happy New Year, you filthy animals." one of the guards muttered as he tossed a pack of playing cards at Wolf. It was simple, unobtrusive, and devoid of absolutely anything that could have helped them, save for a simple note on the lid.
"A belated christmas present. -Alex"
At seven in the evening, the Pack put aside their arguments in favor of a few hands of poker. At no point did the message or their mysterious gift-giver enter the conversation.
At nine in the evening, the Pack were in the middle of a very heated round of blackjack. Each of them had raised their bets to ten cigarettes and were tensely awaiting the final deal.
Wolf was nearly certain he would win. With a king of clubs and a queen of hearts, how likely was anyone to beat him?
"Blackjack." Hyena declared as she flipped the final card. A ten and an ace.
The cell exploded in a flurry of violence as blows were traded, the warning buzzers on shock collars were ignored, and playing cards tossed across the room in fits of rage, until-
Tink.
The scuffle stopped.
One of the cards had landed a bit… harder, than the others.
Wolf bent down to pick it up.
"Whatcha got there?" Hyena asked.
"Give it here!" Jackal demanded.
"Quiet! You ingrates." Wolf growled threateningly. Slowly, he ran his mutated talon along the length of the card, and the covering began to peel away.
Underneath, no thicker than a normal playing card but certainly stiffer, was a keycard to their entire cellblock. It had a message of its own written neatly on.
You may consider this a job offer, and the ensuing escape your interview. Perform well, and I assuring you have some work you will be quite interested in.
The Pack grinned.
---
Crisis: Twelfth Night complete!
Marco Diaz has joined as a hero unit!
The magical masquerade remains intact, and is in no immediate danger! The masquerade surrounding the gargoyles is completely shot to hell! Thanks to your contributions, things have gone much better than they would have otherwise!
Tony Dracon has died, and Glasses has assumed his position as capo of the Dracon mob! This may have implications on the New York underworld scene!
Kitsune's Martial has increased by 3! Kitsune's Diplomacy has increased by 2! Kitsune's Occult has increased by 2!
Janna's Martial has increased by 2! Janna's Diplomacy has increased by 3! Janna's Occult has increased by 2!
Lizzy's Martial has increased by 1! Lizzy's Intrigue has increased by 1! Lizzy's Only My Enemies changes to: Lizzy grants a +5 boost to Martial on any quest she is assigned to, but a -5 penalty on quest diplomacy rolls against people who do not appreciate sarcasm.
Several characters have gained the Trait: The Marcnificent Few!
- Pronouns
- She/Her
And it is over! Who's Alex?
- Location
- The City of Tears, Hallownest
- Pronouns
- He/Him
STATS, Hella Yeah, bumping those stats
Woo! Making things turn out ok!
mangawriter77
Otaku^9000 (In my own opinion)
- Location
- You'll neeever guess
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Double tap; nice!
Well, at least we got a hero unit and some stat boosts.
Isn't this the Sykes from Oliver and Company?
Oh, that ain't good. That ain't good at all.
Well, at least we got a hero unit and some stat boosts.
But what it do :O
this is lining up perfectly for a NYE new turn lol