Now with infinitely more words!
Let us dot, shall we?
Sir Wilbur Monroe, better known as his moniker, the Dapper Slapper sat reclined in his study as he looked down upon his Butler Wellington, hard at work polishing Monroe's Spear.
Wellington looked up to his master, "Are you satisfied yet master?"
To which Monroe replied, "Wellington, how long have you worked for me?"
"Six years." answered Wellington.
"Six years." repeated Monroe. "One would think" He continued "You would know when my Spear has been properly polished by now. And use more spit, my Spear should be positively glistening."
Wellington bowed his head and returned to work.
"And when you've finished contact my associates would you? For the night is young and rife with adventure."
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All right, first encounter.
You're each sitting at home, doing whatever it is you do on nights you're patrolling. Suddenly, you all hear the call to arms! Something is attacking the people of the town!
Tim sighed, this place never changed. Absolom seemed to be rife with issues. It was time to suit up and move out but there may not be enough time. He casted mage armor and patted his weaponry hidden on his person. " Pskyoblade hungers for justice "
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A pair of snake-bodied humanoids is terrorizing the town, setting houses ablaze at their touch!
They hiss as they notice you approach, and prepare to fight!
"Aw, and I just got this suit washed..."
Tim casts vanish regardless of the result.
These are Flamebrother Slamanders, whose mere touch is hot enough to cause fire damage (and is channeled through any weapon they wield as well).
They are also Vulerable to Cold.
Psykoblade (23)
Flamebrother (22)
Blackjack (14)
Flamebrother (11)
Dapper Slapper (2)
" Flamebrother Salamanders.. Fire is thier tool and cold thier downfall. Take Heed, my fellows. " A wispy voice from no where says as he moves 30ft closer invisible.
The first Flamebrother moves 20 feet forward and braces its spear against any attackers.
"I'll do what I can..."
Arthur pulls out a dagger and starts moving toward the Flamebrothers.
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The second Flamebrother mimics his, well, brother and moves forward, stopping 10 feet from Blackjack and readying an attack.
The Slapper Dapperly Slaps a Salmander, putting an intense fear of further Dapper Slaps into him.
" It's time to feel the carress of Friction "
Timothy said as he appeared out of the ether, stabbing one Flame Brother and blasting the Other. Arcane magicks dance along the weaponry.
Psykoblade appears from nothing, stabbing the startled Salamander and following up with a quick blast of hot lead!
The creature is staggered by the force of this blow.
The Flamebrother figures it's dead anyway, so stabs at Psykoblade.
To no avail, dropping unconscious at his feet.
"Well done my good sir to whom I have no affiliation and most certainly am not part of an organized crime fighting league of which I am the head of, how ridiculous a thing to say!"
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Psykoblade, currently in his Timothy moniker simply nodded.
Forgot Touch (FF alone was 18). Psykoblade brutally shoots one Flamebrother between the eyes, ending his threat in a single blow, then parries and thrusts against the other, knocking it unconscious as well.
Timothy overlooks the outsiders before realizing.. " Why would Salamander cross the ether of the Material to lay waste in an open land, bad tidings this brings "
"I agree."
Perhaps some investigating is in order!
Maybe some of the townsfolk, or unsavory criminal elements has noticed something suspicious?
"If only there was some dashing, mysterious rogue who could strike fear into these reptiles as he took them out from the shadows!"
"I concur my fellow gentleman."
"Perhaps one of the other fine locals nearby saw were these unsavory sorts made their way from?"
"I suggest we see what we can find and return here in ten minutes time, shall we?"
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Timothy placed his weapons away, it was not somethig he wanted to have in the open.
" If only but forsooth such a man is not present. Perhaps we should look around.. might just run into them "
Timothy looks around and thinks on why or where such creatures would be used.
"I'll see what I can find out."
Arthur gets in touch with his contacts in the criminal underworld to find out what's going on.
The Dapper Slapper is sadly unable to uncover anything.
Psykoblade manages to get out of the locals around that someone creepy has moved out into the outskirts of town, and he often smells of ash when he comes into town for supplies.
Blackjack is able to do him one better, his criminal contacts uncovering that this man is some sort of cultist, and had contacted them in the hopes he'd help them "cleanse the town with fire", which they refused because they live here and all.
"My contacts seem incredibly close-lipped tonight and were unable to provide me with any information on these never-do-gooders, what say you all my fellow recently met accomplices?"
" Verily the people just are intimidated by your etiquette and clear amount of wealth. It seems there has been.. an ash-smelling individual outside of town. He is most creepy. "
"Indeed!?"
Leaning in close, the Dapper Slapper whispers to the others, "Let us make hasty egress and don our usual apparel!"
"He's more than just creepy. My sources tell me he's a cultist who wants to set the town ablaze."
Minutes later, Arthur has vanished in a nearby alleyway. In his place stands Blackjack, wearing his trademark skull mask and black cloak.
"Let's show him what happens when you play with fire."
"Terrible burns in your nether regions at the very least I can say!"
The Dapper Slapper also disappears into a nearby alley, whereupon he returns, looking exactly the same, save for the addition of an enormous top hat.
Narrator: I'm sure the top hat is very complex in some way...
Timothy throws down a smokestick purple mist rising up as electric currents rise from the smoke. there is a crash of thunder as the wind blows the rest away revealing a man in a hood with blue and purple arcane symbols and a glowing blade of electricity. Psykoblade has arrived!
" Let's go scorch the scorcher. "