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Your swing had much better form like your body at lease had some idea how to properly swing a heacy blunt object. Slimes are wiggly things however and you clipped the top of it causing the thing to massively wobble. It still appeared to be in teh fight however.
A flash of light eruptd abpve the teifings head and the words"One Shot One Kill Achivement" in ballon like Yellowletters appear and rise up about four feet slowly and fade away. The slime she struck with the stone quivers a moment then pratically deflates no longer moving.
knowlege arcana: Several years ago a small group of arcane engineers came through town and the purchase of several mechanical anchanted guardian golems were purchased. nothing amazingly large, you recall mentioned a large snake, a large gorilla like and a giant bear like construct being made and purchased for several of thre noble houses in the area.
"Excellent! I have a good feeling about this. Now lets get going to the family vault and get you the rest of yoru payment! You fine folks will accompany wont you? There is the manner of the vaults guardian but we should be okay now." She said the lines of stress near her eyes fading away with the news of your gathering both the payment and other things from her families ship.
The rustling noises soon became large smiling blobs of slime! Big huge eyes and a large mouth with huge teeth.A few of them had horns on either dise of their head, two had horns above their eeyes like a strange unicorn Though they looked rather benign until their teeth bared like hungry monsters.. the almost 3 foot tall and wide creatures oozed or hopped torwards the party.....
"I suppose anything more about what I'm supposed to be doing, beofre I head through the door." Myryna repliesAccepting the interesting, but mostly practical assortment of gear, Myryna expresses her thanks. "What...do I do now?" The dinosaur looking god paused a moment her large eyes betraying her brain processing the question. She had felt she had been pretty clear. But not everyone was blessed with as small a brain as she had. she knew some creatures had really big brains. it probably made it hard to think.. all that extra area for thoughts to have to go through. "Some vile being is trying to ruin the world. they have stolen our relics preventing us from doing the mandatory ritual. I need you to do down to the mortal surface join the other champions, track down the missing relics. and well save the day.... for cereal enthuists everywhere. Do quests! Get bigger teeth! Crunch all the things! eventually find relics. Save day. maybe find love and happiness ... thats like secondary goal... well maybe tertiary goal. more clear?" Her little claws reached up for her head not able to reach obviously...
Returning to the manor, a little battered and bruised but successful the party meets Lavinia in her study. She is wearing the same blue dress and a much more human smile. Its like a load of stress has been releived. "You all have done so much in such a short time. I wonder... would you amendible to say a more permanent sort of arrangement. The Jade Ravens, the house's favored mercenaries will be gond for a while probably with another mision would you like to be put in retainer... for say 100 gold a month?
In very short order more 'comets' fall from the sky stall out and impacat into the unfortunate oni who seems a magnet for such things. A large cart with two long wooden pole to push or pull it sat perfectly on the ground. the wooden drawers along the side bulging with potential... and alchemical supplies The dog fellow smiled and blew a smoke ring. "Looks like you folks are all here... you dshould head into town now. Scriptmere is right over there." He pointed helpfully east
"Coupon? I dont have any coupons except this expired one to MHOP.I do have a vending machine token. Hows that?" He stated handing over the coin and the expired coupon. Eliot looked down at the expired coupon and vending machine token in his hand, blinking once.
Eliot stared at it. “That’s... aggressively sticky.” He hesitated, then took it between two fingers, holding it like a biohazard. “Right. Candy. Love that for me." Pondering for a moment "It's from a literal god, it can't be that bad right?” before he pops it in his mouth anyways. "Can't die when I'm dead" he thinks to himself. He gave the god a small, polite nod. “Thanks for the... [b]Actually its the Melvaun House of Pancakes. though it is a an offshoot of the Multiversal House of Pancakes. Ancient laws of anti disruption of sacred timelines and all that... The ancient elder being said. As you popped the candy in your mouth you felt.... wierd different.
You noticed oddly his tone seemed way less indifferent when referring to Agnes.
"Welcome to the party Mildred, how ever crazy this may end up" she greets her with a smile The sky hiccupped. Not tore, not opened — hiccupped. A divine burp of fate, and through it came a chute unlike any before: spiraling, looping, twisting like a roller coaster designed by a mad god with a flair for drama and breakfast metaphors.Enter: the Ganzi. Her hair shimmered like static. Her eyes flickered with divine firmware. Her holy firearm, etched with the sigil of Toasteron, God of Righteous Heat and Breakfast Vengeance, glowed with radiant crumbs. She screamed — not in fear, but in delight. The chute twisted, looped, and launched her into a final plummet. 30,000 feet. She slowed abruptly, petals and sparks trailing behind her like a divine wake. And then— WHUMP. She landed squarely on the Oni bard, who was already groaning beneath a dwarven bureaucrat. The pile of heroes shifted. Aiko wheezed. Joseph muttered something about “stacking violations.” The Ganzi rolled off, coughing up a cherry blossom and blinking at the dogman farmer. He rocked once. Twice. Lit his pipe. Then slapped his knee with a bark of laughter. “Three? Three heroes all at once? Somethin’ major must be happenin’!” Smoke curled into the shape of a question mark. The wind carried the scent of prophecy and burnt toast. Somewhere in the distance, a divine kettle whistled.
Accepting the interesting, but mostly practical assortment of gear, Myryna expresses her thanks. "What...do I do now?" Find the temples, find out what happened to their relics Crunch you enemies who did the bad things and save the day? Oh and have fun and remember breakfast is the most important meal of the day. The whimsical dinosaur looking diety said going back to munching on her bowl of cereal. Her eyes suddenly widdened and she tried clapping her hands together just unable to do so. she squeeed in excitement regardless....
I.. I guess the only question is why me? Kouji asked sheepishly "you may not know it or realize it but you have the true heart of a hero! It was just um.... buried under all the badthings of your past life. But now worried champion! You are being given a 5th chance to right your stars! You will find your Ichika, again only this time you will live happily ever after... if you find the relics in time that is of course. A low chime rang out and her ears perked up. "Almost time get ready."
"Coupon? I dont have any coupons except this expired one to MHOP.I do have a vending machine token. Hows that?" He stated handing over the coin and the expired coupon. "If you have no further questions you might want to hurry to the vending machine... i sense things are about to begin." The elder squid began eyes widening.. he pulled out an ancient looking butterscotch from his pocket. it was naked, no wrapper now paper nothing.
The Arrival of Joseph T. McCoy, Inquisitor of Bureaucrathel “…and that, Mildred, is why you never sign a Form 27-B without a certified notary, a witness, and a goat—” He began explaining when the floor disappeared beneath his feet.
From the porch, the dogman raised an eyebrow, pipe now lit and rocking chair creaking.
Joseph squinted at him, then at the sky, then at the Oni beneath him. his status bar grew fuzzy when it refocused i read 1hp. that was a heck of a fall.
The last thing she remembered was the sound of drums — not war drums, not festival drums, but the deep, resonant pulse of a heart too large for one world. Dramalith had whispered her name into the circuitry of fate, and the universe had answered with a trapdoor. No warning. No ceremony. Just a sudden absence of floor.She fell. Through clouds that shimmered with cherry blossom data. Through layers of reality that flickered like broken holograms. Through memories of Japan — her grandmother’s laughter, the scent of plum wine, the neon hum of Shibuya — all torn away by the wind. 30,000 feet. She screamed once, then sang. A techno aria, half defiance, half prayer. Her oni horns glowed with refracted starlight. Her bardic implants pulsed with emergency harmonics. But the ground was coming fast. And then — a jolt. A divine deceleration. Petals exploded around her like airbags of grace. She hit the earth just outside a crooked old farmhouse, her body crumpling into the dirt like a broken marionette. 1 hit point. Enough to breathe. Enough to hear. A creak. A rocking chair. A voice like whisky and weathered leather. “Everything okay over there, miss… that’s a long fall.” She blinked up at him — a tall, greying Scottish terrier dogman in a straw hat, his eyes twinkling with the kind of wisdom only found in retired heroes and stubborn farmers.
"Theres a problem on the planet Melvaun... its dying." He said in a tone that made it sound like he was talking about a paper written in 1932 about potatoes... "I wouldnt care but...." There was a very long pause. if he wasnt sitting there blinking directly at you one would think he had fallen asleep. "Cosmic mandates state as a god of the realm i must care." The stars in the sky began two swirl as if you were rushing through them... finally the dizzying array of light stopped over a small planet that was a mix of blues and a yellow brown. There were patches of green here and the top and bottom of the world held snow much like earth. "Each god has a relic needed to renew the balance of the world. they are somehow missing they must be found before the world rips itself apart." There was a long silence...
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