Monkeygod's Untitled Campaign

Game Master Monkeygod

"I try to minimize pain where-ever possible with my extracts, granted some pain is inherent," John says, "since such rapid changes to the body naturally are going to hurt regardless of whatever plane you're aligned with. If you'd like to fortify your mind," he says as he pulls out more cognatogens, "I can grant you some of those effects. Granted, I'd assume you'd want the strength-enhancing ones for beating a cat to a pulp, yes?"

Agh, need to get extracts up.

I'd need to know how it stacks with my current Grand Mutagen before answering that question. If it's ONLY a +12 alchemical bonus to STR and it bars me from making use of my own mutagen, then I think I'd prefer to have multiple stats boosted over just one.

Oh, I had it wrong. It's apparently +10 to STR, DEX, and CON.

"Well Henry if you feel that way, thats fine. It was just an offer."

Just then another Sapphire light comes in the door, stops and looks around. The Sapphire light sinks down as if trying to hide herself.

"O Cr*p! Number 4"

The other Sapphire light goes to talk to the bar owner.

The one at the table whispers.

"So are we going to do this?"

She seems to be in hurry to get out of there.

Henry, have you eaten or drank anything since your arrival?

The demiurge consumes nothing in the bar, preferring to observe the inhabitants and sweep the area with his heightened senses.

Do any of you have useful information about this feline that is supposedly causing so much difficulty. Is it perhaps some trivial demon lord in disguise? Or perhaps an aspect of some tedious deity of mischief or disruption? I have access to the entire range of arcane and divine magics and can render any, I think you call them "buffs", effectively permanent.

The Demiurge currently benefits from the following buffs at all times which he can easily share with the group: Particulate Form and Absolute Mythic Blessing of Fervor. He could add an Enduring Absolute Haste if needed as well as any other group buff you can think of. He has a ludicrous number of spell slots.

Everything that Sapphire eats or drinks is just an act, she makes them as an illusion. She is incorporeal important and does not need things like food air sleep. Etc.

"Rummer has it, it's the offspring of a beautiful Cat-kind goddess and that Drinken man-child-god who passes the Star-stone test for a bet. They say this bedding was another bet"

Umir quietly adds "I had heard it was a cat that stumbled into a zone of excess magic and instead of dying it grew powerful"

"I haven't heard anything about it, other than its power was near to the power of a demigod, or more powerful, without actually having any of the deific outright invulnerabilities," John says. A "mere mortal" like him has no chance of besting an outright deity, but an absurdly hardy and fast cat? That sounds right up his alley.

Henry Pascal canonically took a drink from the bar in last page's dialogue. Other than that, he's analyzed John Smith's Alchemical Mutagen, which we can presumably say includes drinking it. Notably, Henry Pascal doesn't actually NEED to eat or drink to survive, he just views it as common courtesy in a bar where drinks are provided. That, and he's pretty confident (perhaps over confident?) that nothing he can drink will outright kill him.

"I heard that "demigod" is putting it lightly. From the stories I've heard, it consumes things, and grows at a rapid pace. As a result, most of the other deities seem to fear this thing, and are attempting to avoid going after it, lest it consume their divinity and become nigh-unstoppable. I hear that it may have even consumed the 3 Danava Pillars of Lore... all at the same time."

Henry speaks with a somber tone. He's came across demigods of numerous pantheons before. Fought some of them, too. But from what he's heard, it's power certainly seemed far beyond a "mere" demigod.

Still... he couldn't pretend that there wasn't a small part of him almost giddy at the thought of getting a chance to test his might against such a beast.

The heavy blue mists suddenly swirl and part, revealing a large, powerfully built man. He is dressed in the richest of finery, with golden embroidery that almost seem like veins of that precious metal. Atop his head are a pair of wicked looking bull horns.

He crosses the distance, and clasps Henry on the shoulder as if greeting an old friend. "You're most welcome."

You don't seem to recognize him, nor do you detect anything special about him. It's almost as if your senses have dulled just a bit.

Henry doesn't react to the stranger touching him, except to narrow his eye in contemplation.

"Ehh...? Gotta say, I didn't expect to see you here, Haagenti."

Henry will turn away and take another swig of his drink before continuing.

"Did you seriously show up in person just to contradict me? After all, there are few people willing to so brazenly pet a dangerous stranger. And it's not like I'm the only one at this bar to be thanked personally by the barkeep, afterall."

Notably, Henry doesn't have true seeing, so he can't see through polymorphed disguises. Pretty much going on a guess here.

The man smirks at Henry. "You always did think too highly of yourself. I am not here because of you at all. Mitchifer makes the meanest Appletini around." He says, taking a sip of said drink.

"Well, you're definitely not wrong about that." Henry will say, as he savors his drink. It's vague, as to which assertion he's agreeing to.

The two will sip their drinks in silence. Once done with their first, Henry will quietly motion over to the barkeep for a second round before continuing.

"So, you hear about this cat thing?" Henry says, casually.

"There is the possibility." Bolvar rumbled. "That there is no cat." Looking down at (most) of the others, he said "Never before have I heard of such a gathering such as this. Never before have I heard of a cat being worth bringing such as us together. It is more likely that we have been brought here to keep us occupied." He said, his voice full of suspicion.

"Haagenti is supposed to be the Demon Lord that doesn't resort to violence immediately, so it makes sense that they'd be the one to show up without trying to obliterate the place outright," John says. "As long as there are no Agnoias or Yarahkuts, this is fine," he says. He is genuinely shocked at a Demon Lord showing up in a bar. This feels like a set up to a corny joke.

Dude has a 40d6 rocket launcher after I finish the rewrite, hence his mentioning of those guys who's whole deal is spreading ignorance and preventing too powerful technologies.

"That wouldn't make sense, there being no cat," John retorts, "we've been recruited from different places in the universe, yeah? Unless there's some truly universal threat... it'd make sense to round up one world's powers. Only thing that makes sense is Daemons or Rovagug, or some god I'm unfamiliar with."

John then takes a sip, gitting a tad tipsy as he hasn't exactly focused his alchemical efforts on not-getting-drunk elixirs, "if it is daemons, I at least hope I get to meet the bastard people accuse me of being a servant of, though."

The Sapphire Light did not pay much heed to what was being said around her. Mind 00 was keeping track, what she was focused on was something only she could see. Mind 4 walking up and standing next to her. Then her 7 other minds coming into being all around.

"Well here you are, hiding away in a bar"

4 said

"While we have been running the church, so what are you upto prime?"

She looked at her child Brains.

"What does it look like I am doing dear ones? I am having a cup of simulated tea and talking about cats."

"O I think we should all stay and hear out whats going on"

"Right then you lot shut up, they are talking"

All this was being said within Sapphire's mind. None of the aerations were there. They were just internal projections.

A very loud bell dingsLike at a hotel or deli counter, echoing throughout the entire common room of the World Serpent Inn. "Ah! It sounds like you lot are up! Please follow Lulu, she'll take you to the proper door." Mitchifer says, addressing the party, as a black furred, female catfolk suddenly appears at your table.

The nine forms of Sapphire popped into existence close to next to Lulu. They talked to each other talking over plans

"Alright."

Henry Pascal slams his cup onto the table in a heavy thud, empty. As he does so, he gets to his feet and addresses the group.

"Here's the plan: Don't die."

He pauses for a moment before continuing.

"If you stick close by me, I MIGHT be able to help you with that. Emphasis on MIGHT."

And with that, he'll follow Lulu.

Umir doesn't say anything, silently flitting through the shadows while tailed by his shadow raven, also following lulu.

"Life is a dream we must all wake from." Lulu says simply, as she escorts them to an incredibly plain, nondescript door. "Through here, you will face your foe. On the off chance you survive, you must each state 'I would like to go home now' and you'll be whisked back to the Inn."

She eyes of you, perhaps judging your character and maybe even your capabilities. "Should one of more you find yourselves lacking, and wish to flee the battle, you may utter the same incantation. You'll likewise be sent back to the Inn, but you'll miss out the victor's purse, as it were."

The Sapphire light enters and nine others like her come into being on a hill. Then from her and her Cohorts come forth ectoplasmic constructions until a vast army of 5 Million stands ready for a fight.

OK so let's see how many survive this, NPC army of followers, She has 1 Million, and each of her 8 aliment cohorts has 500,000 reach. The highest level NPC is 15 for her and 12 for her followers. it does not feel right they are people, so simple constructs make me feel better about them being slaughtered. :)

"Victor's purse, huh?"

Henry cracks a slight smile at the idea before shaking his head dismissively.

"I doubt people on our level of strength have all that much need for material wealth anymore. But... I can't say that I'm not intrigued as to what else could possibly be on offer..."

Henry Pascal gives a pensive look for a moment, before steeling his gaze and taking out his illustrious Heavy Shield.

"Still, none of that matters right now. Right now, the only thing that matters... is fighting the enemy in front of us."

She inspected that her massed Psionic Arny of Astral Constructs, fell into place. Each of her 8 Atler egos chorts. commands each of their own 1/2 Million troops, each had its flavor in line with their Alimnet. From the shadow black Amry of mind 8 to the white LG army of Mind 1. Her own where gray,
Aegis: Surrounded by a protective suit of ectoplasm, the aegis customizes his astral armor to suit his personal taste and the circumstances of the moment. Where a soulknife always has the right weapon for the job, the aegis is always protected from danger.
Cryptic: Seeing reality as merely a variety of patterns joined together, the cryptic is capable of finding anything hidden, while at the same time hiding herself away, even in plain view.
Dread: The dread is the living embodiment of fear, using that powerful emotion to incapacitate enemies and strengthen himself.
Marksman: Combining mental power with thrown or ranged attacks, the marksman is a deadly wielder of ranged weapons.
Psion: A master of the mind, a seeker of knowledge of psionics.
Psychic Warrior: A soldier who combines psionic power with physical prowess.
Soulknife: A warrior who creates a unique weapon out of mental energy.
Tactician: Joining allies together into a single cohesive unit, the tactician learns how to turn strategy into reality with his combination of combat expertise and coordinating ability.
Vitalist: Masters of healing energy, the vitalist links his allies into a collective that can share healing across any boundary, instead of reserving it for only himself.
Wilder: A natural talent with psionics who channels emotion to wield uncontrolled power.

They stand at the ready to meet the Kitty Cat of doom.

Umir silently flits through the door, hovering above the massive armor silently scanning for the enemy while I Shadow black raven Flys beside him. Seeing nothing he weaves himself into the shadows of the army and uses his well trained senses to scan for the cat while remaining untraceable.