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✅ Check Point 02: Complex Numbers Questions Practice – JEE Main ke liye Full Concept Recap

Hello JEE Aspirants!Aaj ke is blog mein hum cover kar rahe hain Complex Numbers ke sabhi important topics through 18 conceptual questions. Agar aap JEE Main ya Class 11 Maths padh rahe ho, to yeh ek perfect revision aur practice checkpoint hai. Hum basic se lekar advanced tak sab kuch revise karenge practical examples ke through. Conjugate of a Complex NumberAgar koi complex number z = a + ib…

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✅ Check Point 02: Complex Numbers Questions Practice – JEE Main ke liye Full Concept Recap

Hello JEE Aspirants!Aaj ke is blog mein hum cover kar rahe hain Complex Numbers ke sabhi important topics through 18 conceptual questions. Agar aap JEE Main ya Class 11 Maths padh rahe ho, to yeh ek perfect revision aur practice checkpoint hai. Hum basic se lekar advanced tak sab kuch revise karenge practical examples ke through. Conjugate of a Complex NumberAgar koi complex number z = a + ib…

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Euler's constant gijinka that I made because I didn't post anything in a very long time

They're a griffin, since they're an irrational number and griffins don't exist irl I thought that'd be on theme in a way. I will make a drawing of them that's full body and colored in the future but for now you guys can have this.

[carnassial-s]

yay first batch of form redes done finally

[ckret2]

i am FASCINATED by the little scraps i've heard about bill's uncle. am i allowed to know more about him. and if the answer is no do you have a chapter estimate for when i am

yeah sure, I already made a post on Bill's mom, I've finally got enough material to make a post on Bill's dad.

Bill got his gorgeous eyelashes, warm color scheme, black limbs, and personality from his mom. He got his shape, his brick lines, and his slitted pupil from his dad. His dad's a self-made businessman*! (*His dad got suckered into joining a multi-level marketing scheme and now he makes money by suckering other people into joining the MLM scheme.)

And: his dad has a brother. They're twiiins!

Bill keeps targeting twins. (The Stans, the kids, TBOB says Pyronica's got a twin sister Hydronica...) I imagine Bill's twin obsession is rooted in something close to home.

Because Euclid & Euler's eye split in half mid-development, they have unusually oval-shaped eyes—a common sign of twins. They've been going to an optometrist since they were toddlers to deal with poor eyesight and floaters in their peripheral vision. They've had a mix of surgery, corrective lenses, and medication to narrow their field of view to the area they can see clearly. So when baby Billy said he was seeing "bright white dots" on "the outside of everything," Euclid went aha! He knows exactly what Bill's seeing!

He did not, in fact, know what Bill was seeing.

Bill's parents didn't regularly visit family, but Euler was the one relative they saw most often. He was the first person to snap out of the "haha it sure is funny how Bill can guess when somebody's about to knock on the door" rationalizations to realize that Bill really could see things no one else did.

And since Bill's parents are sort of disasters who think starting a cult is a great get-rich-quick scheme, Euler was one of the most emotionally stable role models in Bill's life. It sure is a good thing that Euler was a constant presence and nothing happened to him during Bill's tender formative years!

"But wait," you say, "you told us that Bill got his shape and slit pupil from his dad. But wouldn't that mean he got genes for a square? And how could he have gotten a slit pupil if that wasn't a genetic trait, but a consequence of an eyeball splitting in half?"

Triangles and slit pupils don't run in Euclid's side of the family. But squares and twins do.

I imagine Bill's twin obsession is rooted in something close to home.

"So Steve exists in your headcanon—?" No. He's a stillbirth his parents pretend doesn't exist. He's a crime Bill committed before he was born. He's the imaginary phantom Bill's parents are searching for when they look at Bill—starting fires, hallucinating, spitting up his medicine—and wonder what he'd be like if he was different. He's a symbol representing a source of unconditional love and support that Bill deserved and needed, but never had. Steve's all those things—but he doesn't and never has existed.

And there at last is my Euclid headcanons post. If y'all are interested & didn't see it, here's my Scalene headcanons post! And some headcanons about shape twins that still basically work post-TBOB, we just know now that Euclideans don't need a line and a polygon to reproduce.

(95% of my headcanons about Bill's dad & uncle are pre-TBOB. The only difference is that I originally designed Euclid & Euler as green trapezoids that had split from a hexagon. Trapezoids so that Bill and his dad could do this, green so that Bill's dad could be the original color Bill was designed as before the Gravity Falls crew made him yellow & so that his family could be money-colored: gold-colored Bill & mom, dollar-bill-colored dad.)

(After TBOB/TINAWDC revealed his dad's a triangle and either red or blue, I decided to make the twins blue-green (because I wanted to keep in that "bill's original color scheme" reference) and finagle it so that Euler could still be a trapezoid; after Pyramid Steve came out, I suddenly had a really good thematic reason to make them blue-green. I'd been playing with the idea of making Bill a shoulda-beena twin, Steve finalized that decision by giving me a physical design that could tie into Bill's extended family.)

[incorrect-moriarty-sherliam]

William sighs as he begins counting sheep. Instead of simply counting the fuzzy creatures, he starts to calculate permutations and combinations of numbers in his head, forming complex sequences.

William: "Five... Euler's number, pi. Six... Riemannian topology. Seven... Fourier series. Eight... differential equations. Nine... Pythagorean theorem..."

Sherlock: "Liam, aren't you supposed to be asleep?"

William, at the end, creates a new theorem... because he can XD

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@missshello contribution! Yeah!

[askviktor]

what are your craziest most ridonkulous most astonishing hear me outs. i have a list

- the quadratic formula

- the hexcore

- the lesbian flag

- bicycle chain

- pink rhinestone cowgirl hat

- jellyfish haircut

- alternate rhyme scheme

- lady macbeth

- sheila birling

Ah, I have become familiar with this concept. You wish to know the people, objects, or concepts with which I would like to have intercourse, yes?

I am rarely sexually attracted to people, so creating such a list will prove difficult. Perhaps I will list things to which I have a deep attraction, in some form.

- The Hexcore

- Euler’s Identity

- Painlessness

- Chronomancy

- The Riemann Hypothesis

Eh, this is the best I can do.

[monochromatic-sky]

CAMP HERE AND THERE RANT ABOUT THE LATEST EPISODE!! THERE WILL EVIDENTLY BE SPOILERS!!

so i find it really weird that when jedidiah was talking about necromancy with seren THERE WAS STATIC STOPPING JEDIDIAH FEOM SPEEAKING??? who is symbolised with static in the show??? UP AND ADAM after all he is a demon so maybe jedidiah made a pact with him or a sacrafice of sorts? THIS IS ALL FAR FETCHED but i just find it odd…

as mentioned in a previous post THE INSANE AMOUNT OF REFERENCES TO SYDNEYS DEATH IS INSANE THIS EPISODE. especially with the remember SECTION BECAUSE IT WAS EULERS NUMBER!! AKA THE NEVER ENDING NUMBER WHICH CAN BE USED TO REPRESENT GROWTH AND DECAY JUST LIKE SYDNEYS FORM!!

ANOTHER THING I WANT TO MENTION IS THE USE OF THE 🙂 EMOJI IN THE SCRIPT WHICH ONLY SEEMED TO APPEAR IN THE SCRIPT RECENTLY WITH UP AND ADAM. PERHAPS ITS A SIGNAL OF HIM? MAYBE HE’S TIED TO SYDNEYS EXISTENCE BECAUSE OF JEDIDIAH AND HIS ROLE AS A FAMILIAR AND THATS WHY IT SHOWS UP RANDOMLY WHEN HES THERE? DO I HAVE A CLUE?? NO!! still fun to mention tho

bonus mention to “would you still love me if i was a termite??” “no.”

i dont trust entity 9 (soren) i fear!!

[rbrooksdesign]

"DMT-EDMT Series for December Geometry #22"

From another perspective...

Yesterday's post (#21)

The Butterfly Fractal 1 (BF1) is a fractal resulting from the simple doubling of quantity "1" -- 1 -- 1x2=2 -- 1x2x2=4. -- 1x2x2x2=8,...

When you lay it out into its "Butterfly-like" array, you can see that every "1" becomes a new source for the self-similar, re-iterative redundancy of the same "fractal" pattern within.

The BF1 pattern is repeated on both sides (of the "wings.”)

Today... the third TRUE Mp-PN

The central BF1 -- 1--2-- in YELLOW-ORANGE is the key.

Yesterday (BF1 inset) we showed it formed the two sides (wings) of the butterfly-like pattern.

It, in turn, informs the Mersenne Prime Square (MPS) -- z² = 961 -- as the 31 BF1 Columns would actually form a true square if they were scaled down.

Now, on the right, we have a "summary" of all that is going on in the figures on the left. It reveals 8 of the 10 ID parameters that ALL "containers" follow (only missing x² and y² that can easily be calculated).

p=Prime, but it may be easier to think of it as the exponential power that 2 is raised to. (Reason: for some "containers," p is not prime, yet their pattern follows as though it was.) See below.

This "summary" pattern is EXACTLY the same for ALL SET 1 and SET 2 "containers" -- including the Mp-PN.

Personally, the jump from the BF1 image (inset butterfly) to either of the MPS images is harder to keep straight until one remembers that the MPS presents the same information in 3 overlapping layers:

1. MPS = z² =31² = 961

2. PN = xz = 16•31 =496, and, OC = yz = 15•31 = 465, and, PN+OC=496+465=961

3. PNS = x² = 16² = 256, and, OCS = y² = 15² = 225, and, CR (Complement Rectangle) = xy = 16•15 = 240, thus PNS + OCS + 2(CR) = 256+225+2(240) = 961.

Perfect Number Square (PNS) + CR = PN, and, ODD Complement Square (OCS) + CR = OC.

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Math: Euclid-Euler Theorem = 2ᵖ⁻¹ (2ᵖ -1) = Perfect Number (PN) where 2ᵖ⁻¹ = x = 2⁴ =16, and, 2ᵖ -1 = z = 31 = Mersenne Prime (Mp), as xz=PN.

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more...

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oooooh, i^(i^(i^(i^(i^(i^(i^i...)))))) converges, pretty cool

but to what.... Well,

What we're looking for is the point at which applying i^x again doesn't move it any further, so when x=i^x, hey, wait, where have I heard of famous equation that involves imaginary numbers and exponents?

Oh, right, Euler's equation, so, with x=(pi/2)

We can get i=e^(iπ/2), and then reapply it to our original equation to get

x=(e^(iπ/2))^x

x=e^((iπ/2)*x)

Now, it was at this point, I got stuck (which seems relatively quick, I know, but I had done a bunch of other stuff that brought me nowhere closer to results), so, I went to wikipedia and looked for anything involving infinite exponents, and turns out, there was! it's called an infinite power tower, which is just a great name tbh. But either way, it leads us to

which seems kinda out of nowhere. Why don't we check what the Lambert's W function even is instead

hmmm, ah, I see, it's the inverse function of we^w (meaning it does the exact opposite of what it does, so W(ze^z)=z)

so, if we can get the left side in the form of we^w, we can get our answer, and we already have a e^((iπ/2)*x), we just need to multiply that by x(iπ/2), right? Well,

Yeah, there's a problem with that, the x's are still separated, we need to move both to the same side,

which makes it negative now, huh, but it also now has an x already next to e, meaning we just gotta multiply both sides by -iπ/2 and we can finally apply W(x)

also, I should mention, W(x) doesn't have an easy way for calculating that I could find, so I just used wolfram alpha

and after all of that...

We see that it works!

I recommend y'all go look into the lambert W function yourselves, cuz I'm in no way knowledgeable enough to talk about how or why it works.

[randomhuman45]

People: Oh I want to be famous like Beyonce!!!

People: Oh I wanna be famous like Michael Jackson!!!!

People: Oh I wanna be famous like-

Me: NOOOOOO!!!

Me: I wanna be famous like Euler! I want my name fucking EVERYWHERE when it comes to whatever I'm famous for!

You ever been in a math class and not did shit done by Euler?

Nope!!!

Anyone who's done any form of higher math hears "Use Euler's formula", "Use Euler's method", "Use Euler's-"

Bitch WHICH ONE???!!!!!

Bro got fucking EVERYTHING named after him, and if it ain't, it's named after him, it's named after the second person who discovered it cause Euler was 1st.

I want classes in school where every other fucking WORD is my name CENTURIES after I died because I'M THAT BITCH!!!!!!

You think people gonna know today's celebrities in 500 yrs from now?

Nope!

You know who's name they will know?

Fucking Euler!

That's the famous that I want!!!

[9nid]

📘 Understanding Polar and Euler Form of Complex Numbers (JEE Focused)

Complex numbers are a fundamental part of Class 11 Mathematics and play a key role in IIT JEE preparation. After understanding the basic algebraic form of complex numbers (a + ib), we move on to more advanced forms: Polar Form and Euler Form. These are not just theoretical—JEE questions are often asked directly on them. In this article, we’ll cover both concepts deeply, in a student-friendly way,…

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📘 Understanding Polar and Euler Form of Complex Numbers (JEE Focused)

Complex numbers are a fundamental part of Class 11 Mathematics and play a key role in IIT JEE preparation. After understanding the basic algebraic form of complex numbers (a + ib), we move on to more advanced forms: Polar Form and Euler Form. These are not just theoretical—JEE questions are often asked directly on them. In this article, we’ll cover both concepts deeply, in a student-friendly way,…

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HELL YEAH I'M DOING THIS AGAIN BITCHES!! After literally over a decade since doing the last one, I decided to once again throw my OCs at this ridiculous how-do-your-OCs-react adventure text.

This was very cathartic because I haven't written anything for my OCs in a really long time, but I also made it REALLY LONG sorry. Content warnings for: cringe, gore, lots and lots and lots of swearing, very mild spoilers for the 2016 Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency tv show, and me getting way too into making my OCs fight each other

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THE ULTIMATE OC ADVENTURE MEME!

RULES

Don't look at the questions before you fill this out! That's cheating!

Tag three people (or more) at the end of this meme and you'll get a cookie.

Try not to skip any questions!

Have fun!

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CHOOSE EIGHT ORIGINAL CHARACTERS:

Kasrou Euler

Pat Grundy (human bound form)

Quentin Barlington (Level 4)

Beau Boggart

King Imsara (wastelander version)

Effa

Happon

Zombie James

CHOOSE ONE OF YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTERS FROM A FANDOM:

.21. The Mariner (Waterworld (1995))

CHOOSE YOUR LEAST FAVORITE CHARACTER FROM A FANDOM:

.41. Gordon Rimmer (Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency (2016))

CHOOSE #5's LEAST FAVORITE FOOD:

.61. "long pork"

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.1. Each of your OCs receive a letter in the mail. Upon opening the letters, they realize that the letters were sent to them by the king! The letters ask your OCs to report to the king's palace at once. How do your OCs react?

King Imsara: Heheh :) Quentin: Did you send this? Imsara: No, I'm the king of the -wasteland- not the king of the fantasy land. This will be interesting though. Effa: Fuck this, they better be paying me for this. I don't do work for free. Kasrou: *nodding shyly but solemnly* Quentin: Well I'm sure we will, and even if we aren't how wonderful to go and visit a king!- Ah, oh, no offence… Imsara: None taken :) Pat: Oh yeah, this'll be something all right heh heh Happon: <Awesome!> :D

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.2. Upon reaching the palace, 3, 5, and 8 are grabbed by guards - they apparently resemble wanted criminals! What happens?

Quentin: Oh there's been a terrible mistake, please let me go! We've been summoned by the king and certainly aren't any sort of criminals! James: help Imsara: *completely relaxes* Yeah it's okay, we're okay, we have nothing to hide :) Guard: you've got dirty great knives on you! Imsara: Ah but they aren't -hidden-, are they? Guard: :0 … >:I James: I'm not… I'm really not dangerous I swear Quentin: Exactly! We're expected by the KING, you know. If you'll just fetch someone in charge I'm sure we can get this whole misunderstanding cleared up right away! Go on now! (+6 to persuasion)

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.3. The guards realize their mistakes and release the "criminals". As your OCs are escorted to the king's chamber, 4 realizes that they need to use the restroom. The guards point down one of the hallways, and 4 quickly goes exploring for the restrooms. But they get lost in the process! What happens?

Beau is a living patch of fear-eating darkness in the shape of a scary goth clown and absolutely does not need to use the restroom. They use this excuse to creep around the corridors and stalk and scare the absolute shit out of a poor maidservant, haunting her with howling shadows until she runs screaming down into the main hall babbling incoherently.

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.4. 1 gets worried and goes to find 4. What happens?

Kasrou: Um. h-Hello? Beau? *holds floofy tail and creeps about nervously* Is that you? Um I noticed you weren't saying much earlier and you went off on your own, is everything okay? Beau: *a door creaks open revealing Beau, standing motionless with red glowing eyes* Kasrou: Eeek! *clutches tail* Oh! Um… sorry that was rude. Are you all right? Beau: ….*tilts head* Kasrou: Well um. It's okay if you need some time on your own, I just thought you should know we're going to see the king very soon. Beau: ….. Kasrou: I was a bit worried you might have gotten lost, actually, it's awful complicated in here. Would you like to walk back with me?

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.5. 1 and 4 eventually find their way back to the other group. Everyone bows as the king approaches them. He speaks of a horrible problem that had befallen the kingdom - the world's chocolate supply went missing! The king then moves on to revealing that your OCs are the "Chosen Ones" who must bring back the kingdom's supply of chocolate. How does everyone react?

Quentin: *gasps* No!! All of it?? ALL of the chocolate?? Happon: <Ehh even the chocolate cakes?> :0 Kasrou: Oh noooo :( Effa: Why is this you guys' fucking concern in this situation Pat: Well I'm sure we can handle that, mister king- er, your majesty. Personally I'll be needing it in writing of course, technicalities of my profession and all that, feel free to cast your eye over these terms and see if they're to your liking. *does a very inaccurate bow with several spinny hand motions* Imsara: As one king to another… I'm not sure I'd recommend that. King: Oh? And why might that be? Pat: *turns slowly to look at Imsara with eyebrows raised like are you seriously doing this? here? now?* Imsara: You chose him so it's your decision of course, but from what little I know of this guy… *meets Pat's look* …I feel being in his debt means bad news for you. Pat: *turns to the king with arms spread wide* Eyy I'm a demon, okay? We all know it, we both went into this relationship eyes wide open et cetera, I'm not beating about the bush with ya here. If I'm supposed to be one of yer "Chosen Ones" this is the way it's gotta be. Couldn't change it even if I wanted to. You sign; I do. 's the way it's gotta go. King: Hmm… I have read your terms, and they seem fair. I will accept this, for the sake of the kingdom's chocolate. Sign here, you say? Pat: *turns to Imsara while the king signs his contract and does a grin and a shrug at him as if to say 'well, what can ya do?'* Imsara: *shrugs and smiles back at him, but the smile doesn't reach his silvery eyes*

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.6. Before the king sends the Chosen Ones off on their journey, a big banquet is held for the new heroes. Unfortunately for 5, all the food served has 5's least favorite food (61) in their recipes! How does 5 react?

Imsara: *completely freezes for 2 seconds after taking a particular bite, then eyes flick quickly around the table. nobody else who is eating has noticed anything* Pat: *catches Imsara's eye and grins knowingly, raising a goblet of wine in toast then stabbing a forkful of food and putting it in his mouth* Imsara: *looks around the rest of the table again, thinking, then relaxes and leans back casually away from his plate as if full, looking content. he says nothing* James: *doesn't even have a plate* This food smells kinda weird… Kasrou: Oh, are you sure you don't want any? James: No I'm… I'm good. Happon: <That's a real shame cuz this is super tasty!> Very good! *he gives a thumbs up to the king*

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.7. After being given instructions to travel to the Temple of Chocolate, the Chosen Ones set off on their journey. However, as the sun sets on their first day together, 2, 6, and 7 get into a brawl! What happens, and what are they fighting over?

This group splits off from the rest of the group for a bit. Pat immediately clocked Effa right away as someone who is really motivated and hedonistic and a good mark. Effa has zero respect nor fear of Pat, since demons in Effa's universe are entities they deal with regularly that are overwhelming powerful forces and Pat just seems to be some annoying humanoid guy and not a demon at all.

Effa: And I'm saying I wouldn't need your stupid contract to make you do as I say, unless you have some kind of hidden power you're not showing us besides making paper appear and disappear. I don't know what kind of stupid weak bitch universe you come from but in mine, THIS is a demon. *tearing, glitchy sound and suddenly a huge, rainbow arm sprouts from their back* Kasrou: Yikes! *holds sides of face* Pat: Wowie! Yeah, that's very impressive! Something I ain't never seen before that's for sure. You two buddy-buddy back there? I wouldn't wanna compete, that's a very close relationship I see, I respect that. Can't help but make the observation though, that I would surmise I could provide a, ah, different sorta skillset than offered by a giant glowing hand? Effa: *grinding teeth with a faint cricket chirp noise* You really don't fucking shut up do you? Don't you fucking get it? I don't NEED help from someone as pathetic as you! *snatches the air with their own small hand as the giant rainbow hand rockets forward and grabs Pat by the head, lifting him off his feet* Pat: *grabbing the hand encasing his head, legs kicking in the air vaguely* Hmmg! mmnf? Ermnnff! Happon: *steps in and waves hands* <Whooaaa wait wait!> Stopp, stopp! No fighting, please! Effa: *sneers at him* And you can shut up too <fucking bastard> I'm tired of hearing your stupid nihon jabbering just speak fucking english. Happon: My english is not good :( Please no fighting! <I'm beggin', put him down!> Effa: *ignoring Happon* No I'm gonna rip his fucking head off, if he's really a demon he'll be fine Pat: *kicking* Mmmf mm mmmn! Happon: <Stop!> *dashes forward and transforms in the same motion, rushing into a hovering shimmering wall of blue coils in front of Effa. his dragon snout stops right in front of their much smaller face, ears down, round yellow eyes enormous and pleading* Effa: *stumbles back, startled, waving Pat though the air* Pat: Hmmf! Effa: *recovering their composure* Oh I see, fucking magic dragons and shit, I forgot that's the kind of bullshit I have to deal with here. You want to fucking go instead, huh? *they turn and stare hard at the rainbow arm, after a second or two it opens and lets Pat fall to the ground* Pat: Owf. Effa: *another ripping, crackling sound and a second demon arm joins the first, both of them arcing over Effa as they sneer at the blue dragon* Happon: *cowers, ears drooping, making a low keening sound* <We aren't here to fight, we're here to help each other out… right?>

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.8. 1 convinces the brawlers to stop fighting. However, 2 and 7 are still ticked off at each other, even after the fight. What happens?

Kasrou: uh… um. Effa? I think everybody here thinks you're the strongest, you don't need to hurt anyone to show it! Happon: *nodding vehemently* Effa: *narrows eyes* Kasrou: And I think Mx. Grundy got the message too! Pat: *still lying on the ground* I sure fucking did. Yeesh kid, a simple "I'm taken" woulda sufficed you don't have to get catty about it. Effa: *rounds on Pat again, eyes narrowed* What did you call me? Pat: *getting up and dusting himself off* Hey no offence, most people are kids to me, ancient being from the dawn of time and all that, nothing personal. Effa: Yeah RIGHT. These losers are right, why am I even wasting my time with you… *raises hands and focuses for a moment, the giant rainbow hands fade and disappear* Kasrou: *sits down hard and holds her face in her hands* Oh thank goodness Happon: *transforms back to human and crouches next to Kasrou, putting a hand on her furry back* Are you okay? You are very… ah.. <how do I say you have courage..> good strong fight? Very small, very tough. :D Kasrou: Aw Happon that's very sweet of you to say. Magic users are so scary!! Happon: *leans in conspiratorially and stage whispers* Next time, you let them fight, okay? Pat is demon, you don't need to fight for demon. He is strong, and bad. Head off? Baaan… no trouble. Pat: Hey I heard that. I'd like to keep my head attached as much as possible, if you don't mind.

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.9. Dawn! Your OCs wake up to another beautiful day. After shaking the sleepiness out of their systems, they check their packed bags to pull out breakfast. Unfortunately due to poor planning, there's only enough food for seven people! What happens, and who doesn't get a meal?

Beau and James don't eat food anyway so this is not a problem. Pat doesn't need to eat food but does so anyway just to be obnoxious.

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.10. Your OCs arrive at a small, ocean-side village. 1 and 8 are sent into the village to look for a grocery store of some sort. After a few hours of searching, they can't seem to find any stores! When they return to the group empty-handed, what happens?

Kasrou: Oh dear, don't they even have food printers or anything? James: Uh, I don't think this place has that kinda technology… Still, it's pretty weird there's no stores… Kasrou: Do you think if we knock on some of the houses they might share some food if they have any? James: Um. If we do that it'd probably be up to you, I'm usually not that great at getting strangers to trust me Kasrou: Really? But you seem so nice! James: Oh… uh….. thanks….. *embarrassed and mildly flustered by this* -they return to the others- Quentin: What?! Nothing?! Are you sure you looked properly? I refuse to believe this. *starts trotting off into the village to check for himself* (+0 to perception)

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.11. Frustrated, the rest of your OCs go into the village and eventually find a vendor of food. As night falls, they choose to spend the night at a local inn. It's a very small inn, however, and 2, 8 and 3 are forced to share a room! What happens?

Quentin: This is outrageous, this place doesn't sell food and has the smallest inn I've ever seen, do they even WANT people to stay here? *is pulling a blanket off the bed and laying it on the floor for himself* James: I mean I don't have to be in here, I don't sleep so… I can just be on watch. Pat: Yeah I don't need sleep either *swings himself into the bed, fully clothed and with his boots on, and lights a cigarillo* Quentin: You are NOT smoking that in here, put that out immediately Pat: *grins* Is that a formal request? Quentin: No it is not! >:( *flicks his wand and puts the cigarillo out with prestidigitation* Pat: Aw

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.12. As it turns out, 2 snores very obnoxiously. How do 3 and 8 handle 2's awful snoring?

Quentin: *throws a pillow at Pat every 10 mins for the first hour or so, getting increasingly cross* James: *is sitting knees up on the open windowsill, watching with pale eyes catching the moonlight* I'm pretty sure he's doing that on purpose Quentin: *sleepy, cross* Oh, of course he is! And he can certainly stop it! Pat: *cracks one eye open and grins* James: I mean I could probably just throw him out the window if you wanted me to Quentin & Pat: *both look at James* James: …I'm just saying I can, it's a suggestion. He'd probably be fine, right? Pat: You know, I think I like you, kid

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.13. 4 wakes up early and goes downstairs to eat breakfast at the inn's small restaurant. But as 4 orders their food, 21 approaches 4 out of nowhere! 21 announces that they are an assassin from a rival kingdom, and that it is their job to kill 4. How does 4 react?

I love this meme because it puts characters together in situations you'd never think to come up with in a billionty years. I think if the Mariner was hired to assassinate Beau specifically (because Beau previously haunted that rival kingdom and now they're mad about this evil creature becoming one of this kingdom's chosen ones?? idk), then he'd have to not know what he was up against or he would have refused. So imagine this Kevin Costner-looking guy creeping stealthily around the inn with a speargun and a big fuckoff knife. Beau doesn't sleep and so was never in a room in the first place, just sitting and staring unblinking with teeth bared at an empty table the entire night. The Mariner peeks into an open window, sees this enormous freaky clown person, catches their rancid vibes IMMEDIATELY and vanishes without a trace. Beau's head turns slowly to look at the place where he was moments before.

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.14. 6 hears the commotion downstairs and quickly rushes to 4's aid! After a bold fight with 21, 6 emerges victorious, and 21 drops to the floor, dead. How does 4 react to 6's heroic efforts?

There was no commotion and Effa wouldn't rush to anyone's aid anyway, but they encounter the Mariner on his way out by coincidentally running into him. Effa: *hissing* Watch where you're FUCKING going! The Mariner: *instinctively swipes his knife at Effa to get them out of the way as fast as possible* Effa: !!!! *stumbles back, summons arms in a sharp crackle and immediately lunges for the Mariner* [Scenes of Unimaginable Violence] I don't want to describe this because I love the Mariner very much but Effa is a professional supervillain and would absolutely destroy his fish mutant ass no question. For a visual, imagine that scene in one of the Avengers movies where Hulk grabs Loki by the legs and bashes him from side to side like a chimp with a dead snake. Beau does not react because Beau doesn't know this happens, and indeed the entire rest of the party remains unaware that the wanton murder of a beloved franchise character just occurred outside.

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.15. And they're off! Your OCs now travel along a cool, windy path running along the ocean. 7, who has gotten bored over time, suggested to the group that they go take a dip in the ocean for a break. 5 thinks this is irresponsible, but the rest of the group agrees to 7's idea. What happens, and how does 5 feel?

Imsara only thinks this is irresponsible because they should send the tougher folks in first to see if there's any unexpected fantasy beasties, but Happon is waaay too enthusiastic and persuasive and is yeeting himself ocean-ward followed by about half the group. Happon: <Wa'hoiiiii it's the ocean!> *flings his shirt off and he runs and jumps in, submerging fully and disappearing* Kasrou: *holding her tail out of the edges of the waves and giggling as they splash over her clawed feet* Quentin: *galloping through the waves with big splashes, tossing his tail and laughing* Oh this is fun! Exactly what was needed! Imsara: Well, too late now I suppose! *also pulls his shirt off and dives into the waves gracefully, emerging and happily doing some powerful strokes through the water* Effa: *is crouched on the wet part of the sand like a goblin, hunched and focused on digging in the sand. they take out a shell of some kind and hold it up without looking at it, letting go. it stays suspended in the air, surrounded by a barely visible grey-rainbow jitter, and Effa continues whatever they're doing* Pat: *chilling and smoking in the shade of the road's embankment* What's he doin over there? Is that magic? Weird kinda magic. You got magic wherever it is you come from? James: *is crouched in the same shady spot* Uhh… not sure really. Pat: But you're like some typea undead magicy sorta thing yourself right? A zombie? James: *looks awkward* Yeah but I mean like we don't have wizards or demons or… whatever that is. …I don't think so anyway. *slumps his chin into his hand* Man… the world got all fucked up, I don't know, maybe we do. Jesus… Pat: *winces slightly* Pat: Well I know what THAT thing is, that's a fucking boggart. *jerks his thumb at Beau, who is leaning against the embankment a short distance away in the shadiest spot, smoking a black cigarette that oozes thick black smoke that sinks downwards* Beau: *tiny high-pitched giggle*

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.16. How refreshing! It's such a scorching hot day, and even 5 grudgingly agrees to go swimming as they watch the others having fun. As time passes, your OCs realize that they need to get back to work. But as they leave the water, 1 suddenly gets attacked by a shark! What happens to 1, and who comes to 1's rescue?

Kasrou was in the shallowest edge of the water and was attacked by a little juvenile shark beach feeding who thought that her scaly clawed feet were delicious dead crabs. Kasrou: *shrieks horrifyingly* HYEEEEEEEEIIIIK Oh oh oh! Owwww! Ohh! Quentin: *galloping over with big splashes* What is it! Are you all right? What happened? Kasrou: *falling down butt-first into the waves, clutching her bleeding foot and keening* Something bit me! T A T Imsara: *swimming over fast* Quentin: Oh dear, let me see… oh that looks… *patting his coat pockets for any kind of potion* I don't have any healing spells, Pip's usually here for that sort of thing… :( Imsara: *walks up and crouches next to Kasrou in the waves* I'm gonna pick you up and take you somewhere dry, okay? Keep holding it just like that :) Kasrou: *sniffle* Okay…. Imsara: *bodily lifts the smaller Kasrou in a princess carry and brings her up the shore, trailing drops of water and a spot or two of blood* Quentin: *trots after, fretting*

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.17. 1 got away from the attack with minor injuries. However, this slows the pace of the group down, since they need to walk slower for 1 to keep up. 6 gets fed up with how slow the group is moving, and eventually abandons the group! A day later, does anyone miss 6? If so, who misses 6, and why?

Kasrou's foot is bandaged by Imsara (and given a "get better kiss" by Happon which surprisingly does make her feel much better). Quentin offers to let her sit on his back but, bizarrely, it's Beau who wordlessly picks her up, walking with her on their broad shoulder, supporting her with one hand. Effa is the one who leaves. They simply stop, go "tch" and start walking off in a different direction.

Quentin: Now where are YOU going? Did you see something? Effa: *without turning around* No, I just realised how stupid this is. You all have fun Pat: Wow, he just straight up gave up, huh? Quentin: Oh come on, you can't just walk off like that, what about, er, all your rewards from the king when we complete this quest! Effa: *flips him the bird without turning around* James: Guess they really don't like working in teams

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.18. The Chosen Ones now have one less comrade. Now it's a little bit more dangerous for them to travel… As the Chosens journey through a ragged mountain pass, they are jumped by bandits! The bandits team up on 2, who was the farthest away from the bigger section of the group. What happens to 2, and how does 2 react?

Pat: Whoa! Hey! Whoa! I'm not the guy you want, look at me, look at these clothes, do I look rich? Go bother those other guys! *gets jabbed in the side with the point of a sword* Ow, hey! Quentin: *a short distance away, facing off fewer bandits with the rest of the group* Oh bother this, don't you chaps have anything better to do? *flourishes with his wand and makes snapping, crackling firework sparks, causing the bandit nearest to him to back off* (+6 intimidation) James: Hey uh, Pat the demon guy's in trouble I think Quentin: *sighs disgustedly* Do we… really have to bother with that right now? Imsara: *says breezily as he slips through the others to get to Pat* Would be hypocritical if we didn't! Beau: *standing still a short distance away, holding Kasrou on their shoulder and grinning at the two bandits who look like they really don't want to get any closer* Pat: *gets knocked down by a guy with an axe and shield* Ah fuck me, come on! Imsara: *parries a sword swipe with one of his long knives and does some kind of cool twisty thing that completely disarms the bandit, moving smoothly to the next guy and dodging his axe before twirling around behind him and pressing his knife in front of his face, grabbing the man's hair* Happon: Waow :O Imsara: *in an almost freakishly calm tone of voice, still holding the knife to the man's face and throat* Okay, okay, everybody calm down, it's all right, we can stop fighting now. Bandits: *don't move, warily regard this standoff* Imsara: *turns slightly to address the man he's holding* You're the leader, yes? Sorry if I'm mistaken. Bandit leader: *a little confused* ….yes Imsara: Excellent! Excellent. Can we come to an agreement then? As you can see we can defend ourselves quite well, so maybe there's something you want that we can get you? Without any of us getting hurt? *he adjusts the knife minutely* Bandit leader: …well we were just… you know. Trying to get some money. You know? No hard feelings… you seemed like a bunch of fre- uh. Nice folks who might have something we could sell. To feed our families, you know… *he glances around at his men, who glance at each other and then all nod enthusiastically* Imsara: *with complete seriousness* Oh absolutely. I understand very well, I sympathise with that. *he takes the knife away from the startled bandit's throat, letting go of his hair and clapping him on the back instead* Pat: Hey what the fuck I'm bleeding here, you should gut that guy like a fish before he does the same to you Imsara: Absolutely not. The first step is always a show of faith. I'm sure we can come to some kind of agreement with these fine gentlemen

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.19. Surprise! 6 emerges from the shadows and helps the group defeat the bandits. How does 6 react, and how does the group react to 6's arrival?

Effa: You guys really do suck ass. Agreement? This is what you do when weak bitches get big ideas [MORE SCENES OF UNIMAGINABLE VIOLENCE] Quentin: Oh my gods D: Imsara: *rubs forehead and sighs* James: *in the background not watching and being sosososo glad he didn't have to fight humans either way*

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.20. Dun-dun-dun-duuuuun! 4 has leveled up! What's this? 4 has learned a new skill! What new skill is that?

Beau learned…… Empathy???

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.21. 3 is starving, because they forgot to pack plenty of food before they started journeying through the mountain pass. While the group is taking a break, 3 spots an absolutely ADORABLE bunny in some tall grasses a few feet away! 3's stomach growls mercilessly. What happens?

This wouldn't happen because Quentin doesn't like eating meat and thinks small animals are cute, however it's really funny to me specifically because why does the universe keep pitting Quentin against rabbits anfghtg (this will only make sense to me and my DM). Quentin instead goes "aww, a bunny :)" and then goes and acts forlorn and weak and whines at the others until somebody shares their food with him.

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.22. 7 catches an awful sickness. During one night out in the wilderness, 7 keeps everyone awake with their persistent coughing. How do the others react?

Happon: *coughing* <I'm dying, I'm definitely gonna die> T_T Effa: Stop being so fucking dramatic and shut upp Imsara: How do dragons get better from sickness? Do you want some more water? Happon: Yes please T_T Kasrou: Have you ever had this type of sickness before? Happon: I'm never sick, don't get sick… ocean magic sick maybe… Quentin: Oh dear, is that a thing? Do we all have that now? D: James: Nah it would spread faster to the smaller people first. …I mean, I think Happon: Bad bad bad sick *groans and coughs* <Aahh I want to become a pond loach…>

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.23. The Chosen Ones are nearing the end of the mountain pass…when they come across an ancient, dilapidated temple amid the trees. 3 dares 1 and 6 to enter the temple, no matter how creepy it looks. Do 1 and 6 take the dare, or are they chicken?

Quentin WOULD do that… He dares Kasrou because it looks pretty safe and he wants to cheer her up and get her feeling brave again after her injury (and also just because he wants to poke around in temple ruins. he's a ttrpg character after all, he's GOTTA). He doesn't dare Effa but they tag along anyway.

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.24. Whether 6 and 1 like it or not, the group decides to take a chance and enter the temple. Ancient runes cover the walls, and many plants have broken through the ground and have taken over the place. And there, in the center of the main chamber, lies a stone dais. On top of the dais lies eight weapons. As the Chosen Ones approach the weapons, the walls and the weapons start to glow! A voice speaks out to the Chosen Ones… "Take the weapons and use them against the evils of the world. You are the only ones who can save the world, Chosens." The Chosens take their weapons and leave the temple with renewed hope. How do they react to this experience?

James: *staring at his ornate machete-like shortsword* This is the sickest shit ever Imsara: Ohoho yes *spinning and feeling the balance of his new blades* Effa: You basic bitches got it easy I have to figure this shit out first *examining a multi-faceted crystal that they've suspended in the air, they flick it in annoyance and it spins around, sending sparkles everywhere* Happon: *holding his pendant and feeling the small localised rainstorm around him falling on his palm* :D Kasrou: I'm um, I'm not sure I understand mine yet either… *she is holding a delicate ornate monocle to one of her large eyes, with a hook that goes over one ear* Imsara: Seems like a magic-y thing, no? Perhaps Quentin can help Quentin: *stops galloping around excitedly trying out his new wand* What? Oh. Want me to take a look at it? Yes, I can do that, just give me ten minutes. *he begins to cast Identify* James: Well there's no need to identify the use for… that… *he points over at Beau* Beau: *curiously hefts an absolutely ridiculous giant wedge of a blade, more like a plank of rusty iron with a point and an edge, with two handles along the back and several spikes sticking out :) they lift it up to their mouth and play their three snaking tongues over the rusty metal, drooling* James: Okay well that's horrifying Kasrou: And what did you get, Pat? Pat: *slipping a large ring-shaped piece of coppery metal into his coat and winking* Never you mind Quentin: Got it! Looks like if you focus, you should be able to cast illusions with this! :) Kasrou: Ooooh :o Effa: *teleporting from point to point in the background using their crystal*

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.25. Alas, the final destination lies in the distance! Atop a hill, the Chosens can see the Temple of Chocolate, standing heroically in front of them. They begin to trot down the hill, when it starts pouring rain. 5 slips in the mud and slams into 7, causing 7 to drop their legendary weapon. How do they react?

Happon: <My pendant!!> D: Imsara: I'm so sorry, are you all right? Happon: Necklace, necklace! *scanning around the muddy ground* Imsara: Oh dear, did you see which direction it went? Effa: What are you two dummies fussing about *is using wizardry to make an almost invisible "umbrella" and is completely dry* Quentin: I think Happon lost his magic item, I don't see it anywhere… Oh this rain is AWFUL James: *super zonked out* Uh-huh… Imsara: Ah-ha! *sticks his hand into the mud and pulls out the pendant, handing it to Happon* Happon: Uwaaa thank you! Haha very dirty. *he starts brushing the mud off it* Quentin: Oh, here, let me *he taps it with his wand and casts prestidigitation, flicking the mud off and cleaning it immediately* Kasrou: Oh that's so handy :O Quentin: Isn't it?!? Pat: Aren't you a rain dragon, can't you do something about this fuckin rain? My smoke keeps going out *grumbling as he's relighting his cigarillo* Happon: Yes… <_< But… I like rain Pat: *glares at him* <Don't you wanna show them you're good for something? You've done nothing but slow them all down so far> Happon: *pales, then blushes and looks away. Slowly, the rain around them stops* Quentin: Oh it's stopping! Imsara: What did he just say to you? Happon: *bouncing up again brightly, only a little strained* All okay! I stop the rain :D Quentin: Oh hurrah! Imsara: *looks at Pat suspiciously* Pat: *ignores him and cheerfully puffs his cigarillo*

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.26. The group reached the Temple of Chocolate! The stairway glows as the Chosens approach, and the Temple seems to come to life. There, at the end of the hall, hangs the Sword of Chocolate on the wall. It must be pulled to save the kingdom from a chocolate-less fate! But as your group runs down the hallway, they're jumped by none other than 41! What happens?

They don't get jumped, Gordon and his comrade freaky cult bald guys with crossbows and cattle prods are already there. They've rigged up a welded-together framework of sparking cable and metal braces to the Sword of Chocolate, some weird chocolatey energy pulsing through it and snaking down through the cables into another, smaller device with about 50 levers and buttons, held together with spot welds and hazard tape. The whole thing hums dangerously. The Chosens burst in from the long hallway and Gordon-- a hunched middle-aged man wearing big square glasses and a huge off-white fur coat-- whirls to see them.

Gordon Rimmer: What the hell, who the fuck are these guys?? Effa: *manifesting two giant rainbow hands with a glitchy crackle* Who the fuck are YOU Gordon: Who the fuck are YOU?? *gestures to the drone Men of the Machine* Get these guys outta here, we have to get the rest of the chocolate energy. Come on! *he turns away and lets them deal with it while he presses some buttons on the device* Men: *stride stiffly towards the group, two of them hanging back and raising crossbows* Imsara: *sighs and flicks his knives out of their holsters* Men: *one of the crossbow men fires at Quentin, who has spread out away from the group. The bolt shanks him in the side and a second later a buzzing crackle of electricity surges down the attached wire* Quentin: *yelps and bucks, knocking the bolt out* Ohhhh that! Hurt!! :( *he flicks his wand in the air and a blinding light shines down on his attacker briefly, singing his skin and setting his sleeve on fire* Men: *while the one who shot Quentin is awkwardly patting out the fire on his clothes, another advances on James with cattle prod outstretched* James: *doesn't dodge* Aw come on please I really don't wanna- *jerks and exhales as the prod jabs him in the chest. sparks buzz between the metal bars of his mask and he looks up at the man, annoyed, then whacks the cattle prod out of his hand with the back of his sword and slips behind his guard to deliver a gut punch* Men: *the one who James punched doubles over slightly and gives a wheezing monotone 'Ouch'. elsewhere, the second cattle prod wielder advances on Happon, who yelps and runs away behind Beau, who has Kasrou on their shoulder again* Kasrou: *as the man strides towards them, cattle prod sparking, Kasrou taps the lens over her eye and suddenly both her and Beau scatter and are lost in a dizzying rain of pink cherry petals, the Men of the Machine drone man looks around in confusion, blinking* Beau: *from the edge of the petal storm, one enormous pale, purple-clawed clown hand reaches out and grabs the man by the head, yanking him into invisibility. there is a very heavy, meaty clanging sound*

Men: *the second crossbowman fires at King Imsara, who deflects the slow bolt with a lightning fast movement of his knives, leaving it sparking as it rolls across the floor* Gordon: *whirls around, taking in the state of things* What the hell are you guys doing?? *huffs and mutters and throws his hands in the air in exasperation, turns back to the machine. suddenly a massive rainbow hand grabs him by the back of his enormous coat and pulls him back* Effa: Better question is, what the hell are YOU doing? This machine looks pretty interesting, tell me what it does! Gordon: You came all the way here and you don't even know? What the hell are those hand things? Effa: This is a demon that can pull the skin off your entire body like a fucking snack wrapper, now tell me what this thing does or I'll let it- Hey!! *Effa's second demon arm has twisted around and seized the bundle of cables that feed into the machine, the weird chocolatey energy pulsing into the translucent rainbow appendage as well* You let go of that right now, we can take it apart later! D:< *the hand seems to be ignoring them, growing larger and starting to emit light, gripping tighter. the eye patterns on it suddenly move, the pupil dots on it and on the other hand flicking over to look at Effa between them* Gordon: It's using the energy! Let go of me I gotta shut it down! *he reaches into his coat and pulls out a gun* Effa: *before he can even finish levelling it at Effa they flinch and the hand holding Gordon reacts, slamming him down into the ground with brutal force and then flinging him across the room like a grey rag to crash into some distant rubble. the hand then flicks over and snaps onto the cables as well, pulsing larger. Effa raises from their startled crouch and takes in the situation* Shit!! Come on you bitch, you will DO WHAT I SAY! LET GO!

Men: *continue to harass the others, the crossbow men have switched to short nasty knives. they are unskilled but don't seem to react normally to pain and it takes a few moments for the group to successfully bring them down. the one Beau vanished is never seen again* James: *crouched on the back of one of the men, who is moving feebly but not getting up* What the heck is going on up there Quentin: *poking gingerly at his bleeding wound* I was wondering the same thing, is their magic getting out of control? Effa: *hissing* This is unacceptable behaviour, you'll regret this later… *another arm fizzles and glitches into existence, as if forcing itself through, followed immediately by a fourth. the hands are now massive, more than twice their usual size, and lazily pulsing with a weird energy that distorts the light around it. sparks are beginning to shower from the machine, and the Sword of Chocolate itself is vibrating slightly with the sheer power of vanilla and cocoa* Happon: I think we go now? Machine looks baaaad bad… James: We still gotta get that sword though. …somehow Kasrou: *from Beau's shoulder, who has reappeared* Demons where Effa and I are from are like forces of nature with intelligence. Effa's the one who summoned it, so if they can't control it I'm not sure there's anything we can do D: Pat: *chuckling* Demon. Yeah sure. *he fishes around in his coat as the others turn to look at him* That thing? *he takes the coppery ring object out of his coat. it's revealed to be a slim circlet made of twisting, intertwining metal* I'll show you a real demon. *he slips the circlet over his head, and immediately tiny red flames ignite along the top of it. it rises and floats above his head as he begins to grow in size. he's laughing wetly, the sound getting deeper and deeper. the others step back as a wave of heat emanates from his growing form. his clothes wither and slough off his body like old skin as his actual skin thickens and turns a dull red. he drops to all fours as his neck and face lengthen, long teeth sticking out of his face and his eyes sinking into hollow sockets that duplicate out of the sides of his face from two to six. the light in the entire temple begins to turn a weird diffuse orange, heat and the taste of ash making the air thick. everyone else backs to the walls of the chamber as he almost entirely fills the space: a gargantuan quadrupedal beast with legs like elephantine pillars, a huge spike on his back around which the flaming crown-- now giant-- lazily rotates. his wrinkled, sucker-dotted neck is tall enough that he holds it bent and pressed against the ceiling, hollow eyes in a face like a horse skull with a brick in it leaking fine dribbles of liquid metal as he looks down over Effa and the device* James: Okay. What the fuck Effa: *has finally noticed something's going on, looks around, then up* Oh shit, what the fuck are you supposed to be? *there is a hint of actual distress at this unexpected manifestation in the middle of being unable to control their powerful arms. they raise their own, much more fragile arms and a crackling, jittering angular shape appears in the air above them like an angry shield* Pat: *in a voice the same but much lower, wetter, that reverberates around the entire temple* I'm the Wandering Waste, bitch *he begins to raise his head, his thick neck cracking inexorably through the temple's stone ceiling. massive chunks of worked stone begin to fall and smash the device in huge showers of sparks and screeches of metal. the eyes on Effa's hands flick to Pat and the pupils tremble and jitter but it doesn't let go of the cables*

Effa: *the crackling shield is struck by rubble and the stone simply explodes softly like a clump of ash, instantly turned into powder* Oh you think I'm scared of a big cow? I'm a fucking WIZARD *a rainbow glitter crosses their faceted red eyes for a second as they raise their hand and a thin shaft of grey-white rainbow light appears from floor to ceiling like a blade. terrifyingly fast, it swishes horizontally across the room and through Pat's rotund middle. the light scores a deep smoking line in the floor and where it hits the pillars on the side of the chamber they crack and shatter along a perfect vertical slice, part of the supports collapsing* Pat: *freezes for a moment, then pulls his head out of the hole he's made in the ceiling and looks at his middle, then back down to Effa* Was that supposed to do something. Cuz it sure didn't. Effa: *looks genuinely afraid for the first time, antennae curling down flat against their head and their mouth hanging open slightly* Pat: *opens his skull-like jaw as he chuckles thickly* I'll take that as a yes. *with a great big stomp, he surges one giant leg forward and crashes it down on the machine. a big explosion goes off, a prismatic glitter sparks among plumes of electrical smoke as Effa disappears behind writhing cables, clouds of dust, and another pile of rubble from the collapsing ceiling. Pat lifts the enormous cylinder of his foot away and the pulses of energy surge back into the Sword of Chocolate and a shockwave blasts from it, sending the framework that was draining its energy crashing to the floor. as the dust settles, there's no trace of Effa or their demon arms, and the machine is quite literally flattened like a coke can. the crown on Pat's back begins to break apart and unravel, the flames sputtering, and he starts to shrink to his regular self as the others creep out of hiding*

Quentin: WELL.. That was… certainly something. Is the rainbow demon thing gone? James: Wow… just, wow. There's nothing left Pat: *brushing off his coat, which grew out of him horribly as he returned to his human form* Imsara: How… *shaking his head* did you do that? Pat: *grins* A little jaunt back to my usual self, shall we say. Looks like a one shot wonder though. *he nudges a piece of copper with his toe; the remains of the circlet scattered across the floor* Happon: <Bastard, if you could do that kinda thing from the start you shoulda said right away! People got hurt for that!> >:( Pat: Hey, bad guys getting hurt doesn't count, right kids? Everyone knows that *he turns to the rest of the group and grins* James: :/ I'm just gonna… I'll go get the sword I guess.

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.27. The Chosens finally reach the end of the hallway, and 8 pulls the Sword of Chocolate from its place. They have fulfilled their destiny! They return to the king's palace and are honored by the rich and the poor alike. Chocolate has returned to the kingdom. How do your OCs act to their sudden rise to fame?

James: Cool cool I'd really like to go home now actually Quentin: Oh but this is the best part! *trotting happily down the main street and waving to all the people* This is where they get to show us how happy they are, and we get to show them that we were happy to do it! AND they're giving us stuff :3 Karou: Quentin, are you sure you're all right, you were bleeding pretty badly yesterday :( Quentin: Oh I had a night's sleep, I'm fine! Wound's completely gone James: …What

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.28. Your OCs say goodbye to one another and return to their old lives. How do they handle the memories of their travels with each other?

Effa: *crouched on a hilltop moving the teleportation crystal back and forth in their grasp, idly watching its facets glitter. they are thinking violent thoughts of revenge*

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.29. WHAT? Your OCs roll over in their beds, startled awake by thunder and lightning outside. IT WAS ALL A DREAM! How do they handle such a stunning realization? Do they miss the people they traveled with?

Kasrou: Ohhhhh that was an exciting dream!! I'm going to write this down on my blog before I forget! Pat: …*smokes contemplatively, wondering how the hell he had a dream. maybe he's been bound in this form long enough for weird shit to start happening*… Quentin: *yawning and stretching delicately on his bedroll* Oh you guys are NOT going to believe this insane dream I had, I was working with a zombie, and a little furry person, and a dragon and… I mean… well I suppose that part wasn't all that different, anyway I- Imsara: *holding face in hands* Heh. I could probably take some parts of this and turn it into a story for Gem. Effa: *jolting awake, wrapped and twisted in their silk sheets, they'd be sweating if they had sweat glands* Gah! Ooooohhh… fuck that guy. Fuck him! *gets out of bed shirtless and pours themself an expensive drink in an expensive glass to calm down. it doesn't really help* Happon: *yaaawns expansively and stretches his talons, before curling up in his river embankment nook and falling back asleep, entirely unbothered by the mysteries of his own subconscious* James: *snaps 'awake' from whatever strange dissociated version of sleep he was in that allowed him to dream. he goes over to the edge of his lookout tower and leans on the windowsill* …..damn… DO we have wizards? Beau: … *in the pitch dark of a closed funhouse, Beau taps their shoulder thoughtfully and gives a little high pitched giggle* …Sweet little thing….

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A few headcanons for my WoL. I'll just dump all the lore I have under the cut.

Lominsan Astrologians The Lominsan branch of Astrology is still a very new and experimental branch of the secretive Sharleyan/Ishgardian tradition. Initiated by a senior Arcanist Skywatcher of Mealvaan's Gate discovering several Astrology texts and star-charts being used as fish wrapping after their daily walk home by the Fishing Guild, the novel idea of using the arrangement of the heavens as the guiding geometry and the familiarity of using astral navigation warranted further exploration. Unlike their distant cousins, Lominsan Astrology has a heavy navigational and short-term predictive bent, focusing on extrapolating the present and past by projecting their current state onto the cycle of the heavens via arcanum and predicting their future state by backprojecting their transformation through the tabulated movements of the stars. This, of course, is incredibly math heavy, having already produced several new mathematical theories and driven at least four (4) Arcanists insane from the long nights spent in the meeting room they've barricaded themselves in. The lack of access to examples of astrologian planispheres, arms, and even decks of cards has required Lominsan Astrologians to make do with jury rigging existing equipment into the vague facsimile of one, both out of necessity and to suit their needs. As such, Lominsan-produced astrologian arms are highly skeletonized and unadorned, and incorporate a minimum of a sextant, a compass, a chronometer, a barometer, a thermometer, a hygrometer, an artificial horizon, and a sundial, with more advanced prototypes incorporating theodolites for more precise surveying and to take advantage of the platform's stability. They still haven't quite figured out the cards portion of it, and many either use playing card decks or navigation star flash cards to varying degrees of success.

Casting Whereas the modern Arcanist and it's derivatives safely channel aether through amplifying geometries written in aetheroconductive inks, the relative nature of the heavenly geometries require that the user finally channel the backprojected aether-patterns through themselves and out into a usable form. As well documented in the many historical texts of the guild, this is extremely dangerous except for the most well disciplined or hardened practitioners. In all astral navigation, the observer is first and final point of reference.

A nuanced but important difference between the traditional Sharleyan/Ishgardian and the novel Lominsan branch is their method of foresight. In the traditional method pioneered by Lewphon, user attunes their aether to the heavenly movements, drawing on the constellations with help from the planisphere and sets of cards to transform it into new properties or predict the future. In the mostly-independent Lominsan method, Arcanima is projected onto the position of the stars, transformed via moving the planisphere, and then backprojected into a new form, with the future collective movements amplifying the aether's power. The upsides is that the 6 constellations aren't necessary, and any combination of the 57 navigation stars plus the sun, moon, and current location may be used. The downside is that, unless well practiced, calculations must be done via dead reckoning (really Euler's method) of multiple celestial objects. The pure computation required, even for an expert assessor, is well beyond what is reasonable while holding back enough aether to kill a man. As such, only short-term projections are possible (no more than a week, a month if lucky), greatly limiting the Lominsan branch from the far-reaching predictive gifts of their distant cousins. Thankfully for the half-mad assessors, by performing these iterative calculations, the aether is "compressed" at each timestep, allowing them to cast spells at a similar strength to their Sharleyan counterparts. Further, by choosing different combinations of stars, different effects can be produced in replica of traditional Astrologian spells. The 6 constellations are also usable as projective stars, and were the first to be tabulated, making them go-to choices in the heat of battle. In addition, this gives the Lominsan branch much better short-term predictive powers of weather conditions than the other branches. An upside the others may find pitiful, but to the Lominsans, it's well worth the effort.

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