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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/5/2018 12:48:05 AM
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[b][i]The Necrowhat?[/i][/b]
[b]To most people the small town of Casiin wasn't special. Just a scenic resort town full of tourist traps and gift shops.
To magic users, it was turning into a hotspot of necromatic energy, Levels of which only show up when a very powerful cult sets up shop in town. The place was alight with this dark energy, and was quite frankly getting ridiculous.
That's why you're here, to see why the heII a cult otz Necromancer's chose a SKI RESORT of all places to setup, and probably kill them all before things get out of hand.[/b]
[spoiler]Short and sweet, go to Casiin to find why there appears to be a new Necromatic Cult in town.
Open,[/spoiler]
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[b]i talk to the demon Statues[/b] “What have we got here, demons. Can you tell me anything about this place because I can here your screams and you got to know more than I do”
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[b]They all scream at you louder when you try to converse, except one. The statue depicts it as a frail creature with wings and long claws, hunkered behind the wings for protection, which talks in between howls of pain.[/b] [i]"I AM....REAAAA.... TRAPPED BY TH- AARIIII, SPEAR. BREAK IT FOR- OUGGHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOO, BREAK IT. SET ME FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE."[/i]
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“Oh no. Not yet. That is the only thing holding you in place, this whole place is being protected by the spear. Tell me what is this place. What did you do to get In this situation in the first place.”
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[i]"YOU MAKE MANYYYYYYYYY DEMANDS OF MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. YOU HAVE OFFERED NOTHING FOR THIS KNOWLEDGE."[/i]
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“I can give you freedom.... not saying I will”
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[i]"THIS IS AN EMPTYYYYYYY PROMISE. IT ISSSSS NOT EVEN A PROMISE. I WILL TELL NAUGHT UNTIL PAYMENT IS PRESENTED."[/i] [b]With that the statue cut communicating, going back to screaming, even at further prodding[/b]
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“Well then to bad for you” [b]i start investigating the place. Looking for anything very suspicious [/b]
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[b]Everything was suspicious, but even the magical items weren't too special. It seemed that the magical items were placed randomly, some with even contradictory descriptions from what their magic signature actually said. [/b]
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[b]i cast a stronger version of the spell mage eye, creating a glowing blue orb about the size of my fist, [/b] ”hello little buddy, I could talk to you all day because you are sometimes better than people, but I have a mission for you. investigate, look for anything suspicious, take notes of everything and at 10 o clock meet me at my room. Got it?Good” [b]the elf speaks to the orb for a little while, and then sets it in its way. Alone again the elf walks to the front desk of the hotel.[/b]
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[b]Behind the front desk sat a young woman, wearing those same white jacket robe thing. She smiled politely as you approached.[/b] [i]"Hello sir, how may I help you?"[/i]
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Edited by Warlock Holmes: 1/5/2018 3:25:07 PM“Yes I’m looking for some demon lord or some cult or something. Do you know anything about this?” [b]the elf asks the person behind the desk[/b]”it’s kind of important”
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[b]She smiles wide[/b] [i]"Oh, you must mean the Casiin Blood Cult, the ones who once used this location as a headquarters? I'd be glad to tell you about them, but as for demon lords there's just our four patron demons out in the lobby."[/i]
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[spoiler]I’ve been meaning to make a cat with man hands that I can use as a gag every now and then, so I thought now seemed like a good time.[/spoiler] *Mittens brushed against the front door of the resort, purring quietly. The grey feline did not posses the strength to push them open himself, so he instead attempted to look as feeble and cold as possible.* *It worked. A young couple who had just arrived took pity on the small creature, although where somewhat disturbed by the fact that tiny human hands sprouted from where it’s paws should’ve been. They opened the door, giving the cat plenty of space as he trotted in.* *Mittens may have seemed like just a cat with man hands, but he was actually a cat with man hands that possessed the intelligence of an adult man. The reason for any of this does not matter, because he is a cat, and therefore cannot speak, so there is now way anyone could learn about his (probably) pretty sad backstory.* *Mittens did not just come to this resort to ski, though. He had come because he had heard rumors about a secret necromancy club or something going on in this place and he was going to get to the bottom of these rumors.*
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[b]Casiin had definitely seen better days as a town, it's economy was on the way out, but it was still alive, and people still came. The Cat had been let into a spacious lobby inside a large building in a Swiss style, very charming. People wandered around and took pictures, many were walking towards the different halls leading to the hiking trail exits or the lifts to the top of nearby Mt. Vermore. Nobody laid much attention to the small cat, but it would probably get chased out soon by an employee.[/b]
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*He lowered himself close to the ground and began shuffling around stealthily. Mittens made sure to avoid the gaze of employees, hiding behind on top of or underneath whatever he could when they glanced in his direction.* *He paid very close attention to every person in the resort, watching for dark robes or necromaniacal paraphernalia of any kind. His ultimate goal was to spot a necrodancer and follow them in hopes of finding this necromincemeat squad and putting a stop to their unholy rituals.*
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[b]He spotted no such people, just tourist with bits and bobbles from the various gift shops. As he looked, He spotted a couple walking together, carrying a shopping bag with a necromatic Ritual circle on it, heading for the Mountain Lift.[/b]
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*He immediately began pursuit, following silently and remaining as out-of-sight as he could. Once they had gotten onto the lift, he hopped up and clung to the underside. He had no trouble holding on, all four of his hands wrapped firmly around a support bar. He didn’t look down as they began to rise, preferring to try and listen in on any conversation they might be having.*
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[b]Idle chat about the view, plans on where they wanted to eat lunch, mostly just a lovey-Dover couple enjoying their tenth anniversary apparently. As you were considering letting go as they were baby talking for the twelfth time, the woman said something interesting.[/b] [i]"That Necrotel place was quite something wasn't it honey? They really put in some good work on it will all those fun artifacts they had, and the fun backstory they had with it? I almost believed it for a moment!"[/i] [b]Necrotel. That seemed to be where they'd gotten the bag from. Probably a good place to at least start.[/b]
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*[i]Bingo,[/i] thought mittens, hanging onto the lift even once they had gotten off. He rode it back down to the resort and disembarked as another couple got on. He scampered inside and located a window with a view of the city.* *The cat scanned the buildings in search of a possible sign that read [i]Necrotel.[/i]*
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[b]It was fairly easy to find from the big purple neon sign outside a fairly well sized hotel motel hybrid.[/b] [u]NECROTEL Come stay, It's to DIE for![/u] [b]Yeah, that's the place.[/b]
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*He nodded to himself. He could get there, but he would need a ride. He scampered outside and knocked over a couple of skis that had been leaning up against the resort’s exterior. He got on one and pushed off, sending himself sliding down toward the mass of buildings. He dragged his hind legs in the snow to keep from gaining too much speed, but would lift them up every now and then when they got cold.*
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[b]Nothing of note happened on the way down, and before long he had reached the Necrotel. Now serving free breakfast with room check in.[/b]
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*[i]Free breakfast, that sounds nice,[/i] he thought before shaking his head. This is that necromartyr place or whatever the magic is called, the food there most likely is not healthy.* *He slinked toward the building, his ears tilting around to try and cover for where he couldn’t see. The cat moved around to the back in search of a possible rear entrance.*
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[b]There was a rear entrance for the kitchen, likely to get to the dumpster. It was shut tight, however.[/b]
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*He snapped his fingers with disappointment. We wasn’t in a great position to actually attempt a break in. He snuck back to the entrance and scampered inside just behind a guest.*
