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You send the amazon, the least-damaged of your current minions, out to act as bait and walk around the chamber beyond the one you are in. Despite this, a few hours pass and no one takes the bait. Having healed yourself through your meditation spell to perfect condition, you begin to wonder what is going on. How many are left? Have the others all gone their separate ways, or have some teamed up? Perhaps those who remain are in hiding, as you are, licking their wounds from the first round of casualties...

Standing up, you poke your head out into the massive chamber you left the amazon undead to wander in.

"I hope you have a better plan than this," your newest servant, Perilynth by name and a former competitor until your genie decapitated her, calls out. You look back at the undead head carried by her body and shrug. "How can you hope to win if you don't hunt the others? You're only giving them more time to prepare."

"More time for me to prepare as well," you say, returning to the small chamber and sitting back down. "Don't get impatient now just because you've already lost. Really, I don't know why they let you enter this contest in the first place, seeing as how the rules were 'everyone else but the winner must be dead' and you were already dead."

She sticks out her tongue at you as she is placed in her own lap.

>Study your spellbook while you wait
>Send out some roaming zombies
>Summon your skeleton as well
>Set a trap for other competitors
>Other

>>1212783
>>Summon your skeleton as well
>>Set a trap for other competitors
>Study your spellbook while you wait

>>1212783
>Study your spellbook while you wait
>Send out some roaming zombies

>>1212783
>Summon your skeleton as well
>Set a trap for other competitors
>Study your spellbook while you wait

Still waiting for the cavalry

>>1212783
>Send out some roaming zombies
>Set a trap for other competitors

>>1212783
>Set a trap for other competitors

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Pouring out the bones from your sack, you cast your spell and summon the skeleton. You take some time to arrange a trap outside, with your four minions strategically placed around the chamber to both alert you if someone is coming and to get the jump on them. "What's to stop me from giving away your position?" Perilynth threatens.

"Because I'm your only chance at life. Or unlife. Continued existence, let's go with that." You give her a pat on the head as her body holds it up and she rolls her black eyes. "After all, the others would all kill you. So like it or not, you're stuck with me!"

After proceeding back into your room, you get comfortable and start reading your spellbook.

It's about three hours later when it happens. You are caught completely off-guard, and for a moment you are terrified that you have been found by a rival mage. But you haven't. Light fills the chamber and Faye appears before you, alongwith Boris and Francis (smuggled in her rack).

"Faye!" you say, leaping up and hugging her, squishing the rat between you and she. "How did you find me?"

"Mr. Whiskers is to thank for that," she says with a smile. "After he found a way into Aran, our special connection took care of the rest."

"Oh, I could kiss you right now."

She bats her eyelids. "Why don't you?"

"Because there's still perhaps two dozen mages running around out there trying to kill me, and you're just as good as me. So let's come up with a plan."

Francis scampers out of her breasts and lands on the ground, but doesn't come out of rat form. You lead them into the main chamber and show them your minions. Faye picks up Perilynth's head and tosses it up and down. "Wow! Look at her go!"

"Stop it!" Perilynth cries. "Put me down this instant! I will not suffer this indignity!"

Her body catches her head and holds her up. She looks at Faye. "Oh, there's two of you. How perfect."

>Set up a new trap
>Move to a new area
>Go on the hunt for others
>Send Francis out scouting
>Other

>>1212824
>Set up a new trap
>Send Francis out scouting

Tell him not to go too far.

>>1212824
>Go on the hunt for others
Now we can afford to be slightly more aggressive.

>>1212824
>Move to a new area

>>1212837
Change to
>Move to a new area
That's what I meant.

>>1212824
>Go on the hunt for others
>Send Francis out scouting

No we got reinforcements, try to to put them to use. Maybe tell Faye and Boris to try and hide, as not to give away our new advantage? Also, let's not get overconfident right now, need to keep our eyes and ears open. We also might want to consider teaming up temporarily with other "independents" to deal with the dragon.

>>1212824
>Move to a new area

>>1212824
>>Move to a new area

>>1212824
>>Move to a new area
and
>>Send Francis out scouting
then
>>Go on the hunt for others

I agree with Peril, being a camper is a sub-optimal strategy. Best to be stealthy and stay on the move so you can't be pinned down.

Her head will make a wonderful fellatio toy when we fill it with lewd suggestions and mindbreak her.

>>1212824
> Go on the hunt for others

Strike and fade. Too bad we don't have better thralling powers, we could be slowly increasing our power.

Fucking.

Dragons.

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>>1212835

You kneel down to look at Francis. "I'm sure there are lots of places around here you could reach that we couldn't. Won't you scout around?"

The rat, maintaining his cover, nods and scampers away.

You, Faye, Boris and your undead now go on the hunt, the two of you walking side-by-side with your undead all following not too far behind.

Less than an hour later, as you enter a new structure and walk beneath a great archway, you and Faye come face-to-face with two more competitors, a druid and a northern shaman.

You and they both go at the ready and hold up staffs. They stare you down adn you they, waitng to see who makes a move.

"Let's not kid ourselves," the druid, an attractive young woman who clearly comes from a more civilized background than her power set would imply, speaks with a fair accent. "We know we're going to kill each other. But there are bigger fish out there in need of catching first, woudln't you agree?"

You and Faye look at each other, knowing this could be a trap. On the one hand, if it isn't, two more competitor hunters could be useful.

>Truce
>Attack
>Talk
>Move on
>Other

>>1213410
>Truce

THe Dragon.

Although do we have any protective spells for just in case ?

>>1213410
>Truce
>Talk
"Yeah, I heard that there was a fucking Dragon running about. Let's take care o that fucker first, eh?"

>>1213410
>>Other
Call a time-out huddle and ask Faye to see if she can use Divination to see how trustworthy they are or into their future or something useful like that.

>>1213410
>Truce

"I assume you're referring to the Dragon."

>>1213410
>Truce
The dragon is surely everyone else's priority. Once they're down, everything else will come into place.

>>1213410
>Talk

Lull them into a false sense of security as they are likely trying to the same then

>attack

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"I assume you mean the dragon," you call out to them. "If so, then I agree."

The druid and the shaman approach, but slowly. You look over at your twin and whisper, "Any thoughts?"

She casts a quick spell. "That one," she nods towards the druid. "I can see trouble surrounding her. Something about water... us getting sick."

Your eyes narrow. 'She means to poison our supplies. Take down the dragon, then it's easy pickings. If we weren't here to kill each other, I'd like her. Best to not give her the chance.'

You follow the lead of the nothern woman, who is tracking some kind of strange substance. You and Faye remain on your guard at all times around the druid, who occasionally glances your way.

"I know who you are, you know," she says. "I'm from Dragodia. I don't intend to turn you in for the bounty, however."

"How kind of you."

"Civilization and its trappings no longer holds my interest nor does their gold," she explains. "Still, I have heard of you."

"Curious, I was just thinking how I haven't heard of you at all."

"And which is preferable in your situation?" she counters. The rest of the way they walk in silence.

The four of you stop when you hear a sound up ahead, echoing through some of the halls. It sounds like a soft sobbing.

"Could be a trick," you note. "An illusion."

"Sounds real," the northerner says. She sniffs their air and listens. "Smells like elf tears. Sounds like elf crying."

"You can tell?" Faye asks, impressed.

>Follow the sound
>Split up the group
>Ignore it
>Wait a while
>Other

>>1213491
>>Follow the sound
It's clearly a fucking trap, let's be careful and see if the druid has anything that can scout

>>1213491
>>Ignore it
>split the party

They (Druid/shaman) can check it out, If only for the fact it's obviously a trap

>>1213491

>Wait a while

"Real or not is still a trap, this is a Death Match after all, only one will survive and become the winner after all."

>>1213491
>Follow the sound

>>1213525
>>1213491

This.

>Wait a while

>>1213491
>Wait a while

>>1213491
>>Follow the sound
I mean, use caution obviously.

>>1213491
>>Split up the group
You guys scout it out, we got your back.

Keep future casting on both occasionally just in case they change their plans at some point.
Also farsense to see what they talk about behind our back.

>>1213491
> Send in an undead with illusions on it.

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You all hold back and wait not far away. Again you look to Faye, who takes a moment to cast a spell.

"It is an elf with pale skin and white hair," she says, divining the location up ahead.

"I saw her earlier. What is she doing?"

"She is bound to the wall with some kind of resin. Crying. Wait... wait... Someone is coming."

"Here, or there?"

"There. A short person... a dwarf. Taunting the elf."

Suddenly, a noise is heard even by you; a painful scream. Faye winces slightly. "Oh, ouch."

"What happened?"

"She split open and bugs poured out onto the dwarf. She's dead." You hear a series of screams from a lower tone. "Well, dying."

"That insect used her as a trap. Didn't kill her. Insidious thing..."

"Good thing we didn't look," the druid comments. "Let's get a move on."

However, for the remainder of the time being, nobody else is found. Eventually the group comes to a halt in one of the smaller halls with very few entrances and rests.

"I don't suppose any of us trust the others enough to sleep in shifts."

"No need," you reply, snapping a finger. Perilynth walks up. "Perilynth, be a dear and keep watch, won't you?"

She scowls. "I hope someone comes along the in the night and chokes you."

"Manners, dear," you pat her on the head. "Now, let's get a good rest."

You and Faye pick a spot off to one side and huddle close while the druid and the northerner stay apart along the opposite wall. Your undead make for good guards at each possible entry point.

>Sleep...

You awaken to find that nothing happened in the night. Your party is still together, and after a moment of packing up you continue on your way.

It is in a large, dark chamber, one that resembles a cathedral, that you encounter your next great opposition. You first know something is wrong when, upon entering, all of your undead stop following.

You look back. "Come," you order, but they do not listen.

"Thank you for doing the work for me, and for delivering them," a voice calls out. You look up and arm yourself as a figure descends from the ceiling. Your eyes widen when you realize it is a beautiful girl, or perhaps, half a beautiful girl. The other half is missing skin and shows rotting organs, musculature and bones.

The lich holds up a small hand; she appears to have been quite young when she died. "Your creations are mine now. Let me show you the true power of necromancy, which you have only played at."

You look back and see your undead, Boris included, look at your group.

"I think we have a problem," Faye whispers urgently.

>1d100 and an action!

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>1213629

Do you have a spell to burn the lich?

"You are a cleric, help with the litch or the dragon will you eat you later!" Look at the Cleric.

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>1213629
did we refill soul rend? if so, do that on the undead while we tell our party to >GET HER
If not... generate a bunch of illusions of ourselves, get faye to do the same

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>1213629
detect weakness

another technically disqualified henchman?

>>1213673
Spirit rend it is, nuke her back to the stone age

>>1213673

This.

Also remember that we have a Cleric with us.

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"Faye, holy magic!"

"Got it!" She takes out a holy symbol and holds up to the lich, and begins a chant. The druid and the northwoman charge in.

As you focus on trying to get control of your undead, fighting the lich's mental influence from your minions, Faye blasts her with a ray of light. The lich holds up her cloak to block the attack, but it does allow you to regain control over your minions.

At least, until two hooves land nearby and you are tackled to the ground.

>>1213673

The satyr girl atop you licks her lips while taking you in with red eyes. "You look like tasty prey."

"I've been known to taste well," you reply, putting both hands on her belly and pushing. She is blasted off by your forceful push, and you look up to see the lich hurling a bolt of creeping darkness at Faye's feet. This both causes pain and keeps her rooted to the spot.

You use your final instance of Soul Rend, casting it upon the lich! Unprepared to have such a power thrown at her, she takes the full effect and flees up towards the ceiling as it tears at the anchor of her body.

Looking back, you now see the satyr fighting the druid. It seems she is some kind of illusionist, because she throws out her hands and three copies of herself appear, with only one being real. The druid points her staff at the ground and vines spring up to wrap around the feet of the real one, sensed by the ground itself.

You hear another noise, some kind of battlecry. Following it, you see a green elf and a woman with the lower half of a snake slither into the arena, with the green one riding the snakelady's shoulders. They both rush to join the brawl.

'Oh, hell,' you think to yourself. 'Now this is a fight.'

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewFBuYHldeY

>1d100 and an action!

>>1213673
Also forgot to say CAPTURE HER SPIRIT! if she's a lich she is forever bound to this plane by her phylactery so we can't kill here unless we find it, this eternal imprisonment is our only option

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>1213716
detect weakness on the lich to find her phylactery
Then take Faye and our undead and get out of the fray.

>>1213741
fucking this
with some suggested uses of illusions to help get out of the fray

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>1213716
noose the lich and arcane strike the face

>>1213741
I highly doubt any decent lich leaves their phylactery lying about on their person....

I mean that's just stupid

>>1213716
Drain memories from lich looking for phylactery or spells

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>1213770
Forgot dice

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>1213770
If its not there, it has to be somewhere in the vicinity. I doubt a lich can just leave a plane without their phylactery. also, rolling, since u guys are messin up our totals

>>1213716
Also remind Faye to make herself useful

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>1213716
>Detect weakness on the lich

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>>1213741
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As the lich runs, you look up and cast your divination spell of detect weakness. Upon doing so, you learn that the lich can be permanently killed by finding her phylactery and destroying it.

'Maybe I needn't destroy it, but I can force you to do my bidding!' you think. You grab Faye and send the undead out of the room, having successfully freed them from the grip of the lich with the last use of your Spirit Rend. You make for the exit with her, right up until you feel something curl around your leg and trip you.

You are dragged backwards where you suddenly find yourself curling up in the coils of the snake woman. She wraps her entire tail around you with a speed you cannot anticipate before bringing you face-to-face with her yellow eyes.

"Running sssomewhere?" she asks, a long and thin tongue sliding out from her lips to caress the sides of your face. "Perhapsss we could find a corner and I could make of you a little sssnack."

She then opens her eyes wide and blasts you with waves of hypnotic thralldom; luckily, you have a strong resistance to such things and struggle against her. Nearby, Faye stops running and looks back, then prepares a spell.

>1d100 and an action!

>>1213787
no no it doesn't, because only a dumbass lich carries their phylactery around with them and doesn't leave it in some secret part of the matireal plane

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>1213833
Arcane strike!

>>1213838
She might've been required to bring it with her for the purposes of the contest. If she can't truly die then she wins by default no matter how badly she's outclassed.

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>1213833

Burn!

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>1213833
arcane strike her face

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>1213833
Put a thumb in each of her eyes. Gouge then out

>>1213833
Arcane strike our way through that bitch
>>1213838
I mean neither of us know the the rules of the contest, but i think >>1213852
makes a good point, that the phylactery would have to go with her to the new plane. If your soul is in one plane and ur phylactery is in another, i don't think that'll fly

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>1213871
forgot to roll

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>1213833
Gut her with an arcane strike!

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You begin to mutter the incantation to your arcane strike, when suddenly she realizes you are not falling for her hypnosis. Switching tactics, she shoves her tongue into your mouth, curling around your teeth so you cannot bite. Your eyes go wide as she holds onto your face, forcing your mouth open.

A strange sensation... Numbness follows. You realize she is numbing your mouth so you cannot cast spells!

Faye suddenly casts a bright flare that causes the snake to hiss and uncoil you, dropping you to the floor. Faye grabs your shoulders and pulls you back, whereupon you and she manage to escape from the brawl.

"Il wunngh thine thzzt fphylucktree," you say to her.

"You want to what my WHAT?" Your tongue flops uselessly out of your mouth and Faye giggles. "Well, you can't with your tongue like that!"

"THAYE!"

"Alright, alright, I can fix this, give me a moment..."

She casts a restorative spell of antitoxin upon you. After a moment, your tongue turns back to normal. "Finally," you say.

Faye leans over and kisses you, just to see if it is working. "Yup. Definitely working," she smiles.

"Enough of that. We're here to fight, not to fuck."

"That snakelady was sure giving you the business," she says, raising and lowering her eyebrows.

"Focus! I found out that lich bitch has her phylactery here with her somewhere. We find that, we control her."

"I'm on it!" she replies, getting into a good position for her divination ritual. After a while, her brow furrows. "Damn. I can't quite pin it down... It's got wards on it."

"Figures she'd want to protect it from scrying or theft. What can you tell me?"

"Shush. I'm working."

As she sits in the corner, you suddenly feel a strange, ethereal cold come over you. You stand up and turn around, looking up as an angellic being floats through the wall.

"What have we here?" she says in an echoing tone. "Two lost little lambs. Lambs to the slaughter."

The shadowy angellic-like being draws a black blade and floats closer, her feet hovering over the ground. Faye is busy doing her ritual, you must protect her!

>1d100 and an action!

>>1213939
Summon the daner-- the djinn!
And nooze the angel to the ground.

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>1213939
When in doubt, arcane bolt.

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>1213939
Summon the Djinn, and ARCANE BOLT

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>1213939
Firework to the face
Minor Illusion of Sumoning Djinn
then actually summon the djinn

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>1213939
Illusion of someone/thing else attacking her to foil her next action.

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>1213939
undead, attack. Also use force push to keep her away

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>1213939

>Summon the Djinn, and ARCANE BOLT

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You throw up your hands, casting an illusion! The angellic being falls for your trick -- 'I wonder what she is? An actual angel, or just angel-blooded? Ah, well, it's all the same.' -- and attacks a fake you as you summon the genie. While you do this, you blast her with an arcane bolt that keeps her at bay.

Raniya leaps from her bottle, ready to dance, and dance she does. Her blades find the black blade of the shadow-being, striking her over and over. They are both skilled, and that's before magic comes into play. The genie's fire follows her feet wherever she lands, and her foe conjures forth shadows to strike at her with blades of darkness.

The genie is faster, however. Her senses are supernatural; it's like she knows what is going to happen before it actually does.

'And Francis used her as entertainment... that lecherous fool.'

Raniya scores a critical hit when she twists and stabs the shadow-angel in the belly. Her bright eyes go wide and she slips back on a mote of darkness, sliding into the shadows and through the wall. Another retreat.

'Well, it's not like I haven't been doing the same thing.'

"Coward!" the genie shouts, sliding away her blades. You approach her from behind a place a hand on her shoulder.

"Fret not. She'll die, if not by our hand then another's."

"I do not like those who run from a fight," she replies.

"And you fight so well," you say, giving her an appreciative once-over.

The genie seems to swell with pride. "I am glad you find my service to your liking, mistress."

"Oh, I do," you say, trailing a hand up her arm. "And I'll need more of it in the future. There are others here trying to kill me and Faye. But you'll protect us, won't you?"

"It is my duty."

"And your pleasure?"

Her eyes seem to sparkle like flames. "That as well."

After sending her back into the bottle, you return to Faye.

"Alright, I think I have it," she says. "It is a good distance away... Should we check on the others? See how that battle is going?"

>Head to the phylactery
>Check on the battle
>Wait and rest for a moment
>Take the scenic but safe route
>Other

>>1214078
>Check on the battle

>>1214078
>>Head to the phylactery

>>1214078
>>Head to the phylactery
>>Proceed quickly but cautiously
We're not exactly pressed for time but no need to dally, either.

>>1214078
>Head to the phylactery

>>1214090

This.

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>>1214128

You and your undead follow Faye through the labyrinthine corridors. Up winding stairs and down descending passages, she takes you to a very lower level.

"She's hid it well. It's obscured not only by location, but by spells. We'll have to be--"

She stops when suddenly an explosive rune goes off, knocking her to the floor!

You pull her back and cast a spell of arcane sight; the walls are covered with arcane runes of explosive magic!

"Hahahahaha!" a voice cackles. "Two little birds, caught in my trap!" You catch a glimpse of something pale slipping between two nearby pillars. She looks like a lizard of some kind. "What ever will they do now?"

Suddenly, an explosive with a lit fuse rolls out. You and Faye both go wide-eyed and she puts up a shield, barely stopping the explosion. The lizard's cackling echoes throughout the chamber as she prepares more alchemical weapons. Looking back the way you came, you see that she has activated trap runes there as well, keeping you and your undead in this area.

>1d100 and an action!

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>1214180
Look for any pathways where the explosive runes aren't laid out that the lizard can slip through. If she's stupid enough to have laid runes everywhere, even where she walks, then bait her into someplace where you can quickly detonate the runes around her.

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>1214180
wait for a bomb to be thrown and forceful push it back to sender

>>1214231

This.

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>1214204
This

>>1214231
This works

''I guess you're not the only one who prepared explosive runes today''

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>1214180
Fly past the runes and blast her

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>1214180
Forceful push, in to a trap or to send one of her explosives back.

>>1214339
Ugh the dice are lizard fans.

>>1214204
>>1214231
>>1214244

As she throws another bomb, you forcefully push it back. Having not anticipated this, she leaps off to one side as it explodes, setting off a small chain reaction. You and Faye hide behind a shield as half of the room goes up in flames.

You open your eyes and follow the trail of the lizardwoman, firing arcane bolts and trying to get her to leap into her own trap. But it fails, and she loses your sight amongst the pillars. There, she begins to plot her next move.

'Damn! I want to use my minions, but I can't afford to have them be blown up... putting them back together would take too much time!'

You suddenly spot the lizard crawling near the ceiling, carrying a new bomb!

>1d100 and an action!

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>1214374
Forceful Noose. Get down from there!

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>1214374
noose her off the roof

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>1214374
push away the next bomb or just slam her against the wall and blast her.
Also get Faye to do something.

>>1214389
Ive been rolling terribly today. Sorry.

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>1214374
Forceful noose

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>1214374
Here's a 100

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>1214374
Yoink her and arcane strike her.

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>1214374
>>1214385
+1
got somethin for u

>>1214479
FFS, I'm just going to stop rolling for a while.

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>>1214389
>>1214404

You reach out with a forceful noose, but she leaps onto the floor. Holding the bomb, she hurls it at you!

Another forceful push sends it flying back towards her. She curses and is about to jump but finds she cannot! She runs into an invisible bubble. You look back and see Faye with her hands up, holding a shield... around the lizard!

The lizard looks down at the bomb and desperately tries to get out of the bubble of arcane force, but Faye grins madly and doesn't let her. She lets out a scream as it explodes, consuming the inside of the bubble with fire. Faye laughs maniacally as the fire consumes the lizard, leaving nothing but a well-cooked corpse behind.

When she releases the bubble, smoke pours out in all directions. Faye claps her hands and bounces in place. "What fun! We should have deathmatch tournaments more often!"

"Good work," you compliment her. You have to admit, it was effective. You get her to calm down and continue leading you towards the phylactery. Several more chambers and hallways are crossed.

'This place is a nightmare of trying to get where you're going,' you think. 'Would a kill anyone to have a SIGN anywhere?'

As you run around a corner, you see a goblin mage chasing a fishlady. The fishlady is taller and faster but out of options. The goblin, her stumpy little legs carrying her as fast as she can go, casts more spells at the fleeing fish.

"I'm gonna cook you up and have me fish for dinner!" the goblin cries with glee, shooting a lightning bolt from her staff. Neither of them seems to have noticed you.

>Help the Fish
>Help the Goblin
>Keep going
>Attack them both
>Other

>>1214374
Also remember to ask Faye to teach us how to make a magic shield later!

>>1214503
>Keep going

>>1214503
Attack them both 'cause I'm going to roll fucking great just you watch

>>1214503
>>Attack them both

>>1214503
>>Attack them both

>>1214503
>>Keep going

>>1214503
>Keep Going
they seem like smallfry enough to ignore.

Either that or wait for the gobbo to beat the fish and then gank her.

>>1214503

>>Attack them both

>>1214551
I'll switch to this
>>Attack them both
Follow them secretly and wait for gobbo to beat the fish and then shank her.

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>>1214528
>>1214559

1d100s and an action, please.

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>1214572
Drain life on the injured fish

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>1214572
1d100 and Drain Life on fish mk why not

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>1214572
>>1214582

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>1214572

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>1214572
Arcane Bolt to the back of the goblin.

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>>1214607

Hey, you actually made a good roll like you said you would. Good job. >>1214518

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>1214572
Blast the goblin while we can still get a flanking bonus.

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>1214572

Set the zombims on on both of them

I am continually impressed with the variety of competitors we've seen. Who knew the world so so diverse outside the big city and or small town.
It really makes you think... We should totally find and enslave a centaur.

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I'm working on a world map (this is NOT the final version, much earlier version right now, current version has more rivers) but if you'd like to take a look, here's a hint at the various kingdoms in the world.

All randomly generated, etc.

>>1214765
and i think to myself

what a mad decent map

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>>1214582
>>1214607
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>>1214617

You cast your spell and begin to draw the life force out of the fishwoman. She trips and falls, and the goblin turns and looks at you. "Hey! She's mine! Get your own!"

"Sorry, shortstack."

"Oh you are in for it now!" She fires a lightning bolt, which is blocked by Faye's abjuration. You hurl an arcane bolt at the goblin, who blocks it in turn with her staff.

"Hah! You think that will stop me? Think again!"

She teleports away with a flash of lightning, ending up behind you. She lets loose with more lightning that Faye blocks.

'What am I doing?' you think to yourself. 'I have minions!'

Boris walks up behind the goblin, too wrapped up in gleefully blasting away at you to notice. She notices when he picks her up and holds her in one hand.

"Hey! What are you -- AHHHH!" She drops her staff as his large mouth opens, threatening to swallow her whole. "NO! NOT LIKE THIS! NOT EATEN, GODS WHY!??!"

>Let Boris eat her
>Kill her humanely
>Torture her
>Let her go
>Other

>>1214853
>Torture her
Drain life+Drain memories then when there is nothing more to learn from her Speel AND intel wise
>Let Boris eat her

>>1214765
Can we take a moment after this to check the lizard for left over bombs? I like how they worked with Faye's shield.

>>1214853
>Let Boris eat her

>>1214853
I don't think we'll be able to trust a goblin. We either enthrall it, or Boris can have a snack (it's green, thus healthy)

>>1214853
> Drain life + Drain Memory

> Kill her quickly

She protests too much about being eaten to make me thing it's not a Br'er rabbit trick.

>>1214853
Have Faye and Boris hold her in check while we finish the fish lady.
Then
>Drain her life and memories and then take her body and soul.
And do same for fishgirl.

>>1214862
this.

>>1214853

Hey damashi can I amend >>1214862 to Include rezzing the fishgilr and whats left of the goblin as per >>1214896 and also capture their souls for later use?

never know when a reanimated hand or torso could take an enemy by surprise!

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>>1214944

You leave the goblin to struggle in fear for a moment as Faye teases her. You walk up to the fish lady, and begin to drain her life. You place your hand on her head.

"Now who are you?"

Her eyes go wide as you drain her, body and soul.

"An exile from your homeland... Hah. We have more in common than you know. Such a pity."

She dies a moment later. A shame that you couldn't extract anything too useful from her before she died other than some images of her underwater home. That leaves the goblin.

You walk up to her and place your hand on her head. "Get off!" she shouts.

"Let's see what you can tell me."

As you take her memory, your mind is suddenly filled with the image of a man, here in the contest! Francis! It seems the goblin spied upon an amazing battle. The archmage and the red dragon! She transformed from her humanoid form into her amazing glorious draconic visage and breathed fire upon him, but he stood in it protected by his magic and cast spells back at her.

"Francis has been busy. I guess he dropped his disguise to fight the dragon, but so did she."

Faye pouts. "Oh, I bet he's having all the fun! No fair!"

You take your hand off her head. "Ah, it's just as well. Boris, snap her neck."

"NO, WAIT!"

A snap later, and a little limp goblin body is reanimated as your newest servant, alongside a dead fishlady.

"I hope that one doesn't start to smell," Faye says in disgust.

Nearby, Perilynth sighs. "Oh, good, more corpses to parade behind you. Shall we also carry you upon our backs?"

"That sounds like fun!" Faye says, jumping into Perilynth's arms, causing the body to drop the head.

"Hey! Pick me back up!" she demands as she rolls away.

You roll your eyes and hold up a single gold coin, taken from your stash, now containing the goblin's soul. It's not as elegent as a gemstone, but it will do for now until you can transfer it to something more useful later on. You put the coin into an individual pocket for safe-keeping.

Boris, Perilynth, hobgoblin, goblin, amazon and fishlady. Six minions so far, and rising, not counting your skeleton who is kept by different magic. Along with your genie, that's quite a collection of bodyguards. You've profitted nicely from this battle so far. Faye picks up the goblin's staff, which is more like a rod for her, and spins it around her fingers.

>Get to the phylactery
>Find Francis instead
>Rest
>Hunt for more competitors
>Other

>>1215041
>>Find Francis instead

Probably for the best to consolidate our forces. Gank the Lich's phylactery with Francis' help while the Dragon weeds out the other contestants.

>>1215041
>Get to the phylactery
we can rescue francis with Lich backup

>>1215041
>Get to the phylactery
We've gotten this far, and Francis isn't a bomb-ass archmage for nothing.

>>1215041
>>Get to the phylactery

>>1215041
>>Get to the phylactery

>>1215041
>Get to the phylactery

>>1215041
>Get to the phylactery
I have faith in Francis, let's ditch the lich.

>>1215041
>>1215051
This sounds viable.

We should see if Francis can keep the dragon enamored with him so he can teleport her back to his place, out of the contest, so we don't have to kill her.
Then after he dumps her, we can take her in and give her the loving she deserves.

>>1215059
>>1215062
>>1215063
>>1215067
>>1215071
>>1215081

Alright, we'll head to the phylactery's hidden place. It isn't far, but it's trapped.

Give me some 1d100s.

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>>1215103
Traps, you say?

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>1215103
maybe now will be better

>>1215103
Meant to add "Traps are what minions are for".

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>1215103

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>1215103

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>>1215115
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>>1215164

Within a darkened chamber, there is an empty bowl hanging from the ceiling by white chains. Sensing a trap, you send your hobgoblin in first, whereupon the corpse is utterly eradicated; a warding spell turns the body to dust where it stands.

"That's problematic," you think aloud. "And I just lost a minion! Faye, what is there to be done?"

"We need only find the rune that the spell is tied to and destroy it. Scratch it out, wash it away, something."

You and she carefully poke your heads in and look around, but see it nowhere. It is exceptionally well-hidden.

Casting your spell of arcane sight, however, reveals the truth. She wrote it upon a wall, then covered it up with an illusion, then covered it up with a tapestry. Using your ring of minor telekinesis, you remove the tapestry and then you and Faye work together to blast the wall where the rune is written. With the trap destroyed, you and she proceed into the room, stepping over a small pile of hobgoblin dust.

Looking up, you turn into your air form and fly to the bowl. Within is a purple gemstone which can only be it. You carefully study it for any further traps, and determine it to be a gemstone meant to hold a soul... but something seems wrong.

"What is it?" Faye calls from below.

"I am not sure," you reply. "But something is... off. Like this was too easy, even despite the difficulty."

You use your ring to lift the stone up, and nothing happens. No trap appears to be on the bowl itself.

>Take the stone
>Arcane Sight
>Identify Magic
>Have a minion take it
>Other

>>1215198

>Identify Magic

>>1215198
>Identify Magic
then
>Have a minion take it
if it seems safe.

>>1215198
>Identify Magic

>>1215198
>Arcane Sight

It's probably designed to steal someone's soul. Is there anything else magical in the room?

>>1215198
>>Arcane Sight
>>Identify Magic
>>Have a minion take it

>>1215198
>>Arcane Sight
>>Identify Magic
>>Have a minion destroy it

>>1215198
>>Other
Faye is a diviner, get on it!
Detect on the gem and on the surroundings to make sure we're not being ambushed.

>>1215201
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>>1215210
>>1215222
>>1215223
>>1215247

A moment of identifying magic and you find the answer.

'If I picked that up, it would try to steal my soul. A nice try. This is a DECOY phylactery! I bet you were thinking that someone would just grab it, eager to gain control of you.'

"This lich is a clever one, but so am I," you say, drifting down with the soul-stealing gem suspended by your telekinesis. "She set this room up specifically to seem like it was the hiding place. Quite a bit of effort for a decoy..."

Faye puts a finger on her lips. "Hmm... But then where could the real one be?"

"Perhaps it isn't here after all. I haven't done enough research on liches to learn if they can return to their phylactery from across planes... Or maybe she's hidden it somewhere even more well-hidden."

"What should we do?"

>Attempt to divine the next hiding place
>Wait here for the lich
>Destroy the soul-stealing gem
>Hunt for other competitors
>Other

>>1215271
>Attempt to divine the next hiding place

>>1215271
>Attempt to divine the next hiding place
Francis would probably know to run and hide if he can't handle himself. He should be okay. while we sort the number 2 threat.

>>1215271
>Wait here for the lich

Turn this trap into a tra, we can at least destroy her and knock her out of the game for now

ALSO FUCKING CALLED IT, the phylactery is nowhere near here probably half way across the world in some long lost hole in the ground

>>1215271
>>Attempt to divine the next hiding place
>> Have a minion grab the soul-stealing gem

No soul to steal, they can use it to trap another competitor if they turn on us. Maybe we can even use it on the dragon.

>>1215271

Try ti trap the deagon in the soul gem

>>1215296
>>1215307
>>1215421

Trapping the lich or the dragon is quite a good idea.

>>1215443
Might not work on the Lich- Don't set traps you can get caught in, and all, but it should wreck the Dragon for at least a little if it can magically resist soul removal.

>>1215463
>>1215443
>>1215421
We could pretend to have fallen for it and lie collapsed in front of it, whne she goes to pick up [having thought it is no longer armed] BAM! lich is stuck in a gem, aint no phylactery can get you out of that

>>1215271
The real phylactory is likely here, the lich need to remain on this plane to win without dying. Thus it needs to be here, it can't be on her otherwise it might be destroyed on her death.

The phylactory needs to be somewhere on the plane, away from the lich, and defended. This room is designed to defend it, so it's here, assuming the lich didn't have time to set up a second room.

Next theory is "one for them to find and one for you to keep." The real phylactory is probably hidden here.

Look for a box, the traditional phylactory is a box with filled with enchanted parchment. No one notices the box when there's a shiny gemstone.

My advice, blow the room up and see what survives.

>>1215271
>>1215626

>Attempt to divine the next hiding place
If that fails,
>Other
set the room on fire to see what survives, or blow it up with Liz's explosives (assuming there are any)

>>1215271
>>Destroy the soul-stealing gem
>>Other
>Find and help Francis

>>1215626
>the phylactory needs to be somewhere on the plane

litreally citation needed

>>1215638
If the lich respawns off plane, she looses. If she wants to win despite death, it needs to be on plane.
Also why bother setting up a trap room if you didn't bring the phylactory? The start of the death match is the most dangerous time, setting up a trap is a massive investment of time in that moment, she had to find this room after all.

My point, the presence of the room suggests the real one is here, otherwise it's a waste of resources, despite the value of the trap.

>>1215647
she'd survive to live another day & usurp us, it not neccesarilly a do or die situation for her

>Also why bother setting up a trap room if you didn't bring the phylactory?
that answer is self evident with the trap she set.

>>1215650
It would seem that to solve this argument we should scan the room. Maybe it's here, maybe it's not, but we can't afford to leave without being sure.

>>1215271
>>Attempt to divine the next hiding place
And keep on the lookout meanwhile. Maybe the lich also has some kind of divination magic available to her and checks up on this room frequently to see if someone is trying to come after her phylactery.

>>1215271
>>Attempt to divine the next hiding place
Let's bag a new undead friend.

Protip: The Dragon has already been taken care of.

>>1215271
> Prepare another casting of Soul Rend

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>>1215866

"See if you can't divine its true location," you tell Faye as you make Boris hold onto the soul-stealing gem, which may come in handy later. As Faye sits down and attempts to use her magic, you look around the room.

'If the lich didn't bring her phylactery, meaning she could be reborn outside of the competition, that would mean she could later usurp the Witch Queen. But, if one were to take the risk of bringing it here, now is the best chance to win the competition. Dying and respawning in the contest itself could mean that she would simply outlast her foes. But that would mean having the phylactery here...'

You look around the chamber, then back at the hobgoblin. 'Why set up such an elaborate trap unless you expected someone to come here, looking for your phylactery? And furthermore, with the false gem in place, but the divination ritual brought us here in the first place, you would be counting on us to assume it is some kind of decoy. But what if that was your intention all along? A double decoy, as it were?'

Kneeling down, you run your hand across the stone floor. 'Which can only mean... the real phylactery IS here!'

"Faye."

She stops her chanting. "What? I was busy looking!"

"No need. It's here."

"What? How do you know?"

You take out your lucky coin and call 'Heads'. After flipping it and slamming it onto your other wrist, you reveal it to be, in fact, heads.

Your smile is wide. "Because I'm standing on it."

You kneel down and find a loosened brick in the corner where you were standing. Completely innocent-looking and utterly, completely nondescript in nature. A detail that would completely go right by the eye of even a trained treasure hunter. But not you, and not with your magic coin, especially since you called the right side.

Digging your fingers around it, you lift it up to reveal a hollowed-out hole and within it, a sparkling purple gem with a golden light. You lift it up, unafraid of it being a trap, because you know this is the real deal.

"A lich under my power. Now what can stop me from winning?"

"There is that dragon," Faye says.

"I'm sure Francis has taken care of her."

>Work some magic on the phylactery
>Keep it on you for now and use it later
>Hunt for other competitors
>Wait and see if the lich comes back
>Other

>>1215880

>Work some magic on the phylactery

Give it a kiss then masturbate with it (and Faye). For Thralling. Work in some undead control too.

>>1215880
>Work some magic on the phylactery

>>1215880
>Work some magic on the phylactery
Let's see if we can link up with Francis.

>>1215880
>Work some magic on the phylactery

>>1215880
>>Work some magic on the phylactery
>>Keep it on you for now and use it later

Drain memories, let's see if we can learn some spells from it!

>>1215880
>>Work some magic on the phylactery
Kiss it, drain memory, see what works.

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>>1215925

"Let's see what fun things we can learn..."

You kiss the phylactery, imparting it with the same magic that you put into your kisses, and you begin to sense emotions within. You discover that you can, in fact, influence her. Wherever she is she must feel strange; emotions that she hasn't felt in a very, very long time suddenly surface and overwhelm her. You continue to kiss the phylactery, dulling her senses with an overload of emotion.

"That's messed up," Perilynth mutters from nearby, and you have her body put a hand over her mouth.

Now you begin you drain memories from the phylactery. Recent encounters, such as your fight with her, become available to you. You see that she has seen others die, and resurrected many of them as undead. You also learn her current location, having seen where she and her minions are.

And now she knows someone has her phylactery. 'The fool shouldn't have risked bringing it,' you think, slipping it into a safe place.

You travel straight to her location with Faye and your minions. Through use of your and Faye's divination, it isn't hard to find her, especially since you can control her with the phylactery. You meet her in a tomb-like structure full of empty stone coffins, resembling a ritual burial chamber.

She stares at you unexpresively as you approach. Placing your hands on your hips, you look upon her and smile.

"Kneel."

Reluctantly, she does so, getting on her knees before you.

"You serve me now. I am your queen, and you will help me win the Witch Queen competition. Understood?"

"...Yes."

"Good. I'm glad we have that cleared up. Your minions are now my minions, but you can feel free to continue using them."

She remains silent as you lord over her, content in knowing that your victory must now be all but assured with the lich and her minions working for you.

>Find Francis
>Hunt for other competitors
>Attempt to lure all of the remaining others to a location for a final battle
>Enslave the lich further
>Other

>>1215961
>Find Francis
Can't leave him alone for too long, especially if he's soloing a red dragon.

>>1215961
>>Find Francis

>>1215961
>>Enslave the lich further
Just to make sure and establish a lasting bond. Maybe a kiss to her body and a suggestion that she could join us for greater glory than she could achieve otherwise.
Then
>>Find Francis

>>1215961
>Find Francis
i guess it would be easy to kill the competition if Francis finished dicking them.

>>1215981
>>1215961
I'll also support this

>>1215961
>Enslave the lich further

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>>1215999

"Aw, don't be down," you encourage her with a kiss to her cold forehead. "Trust me. Serving me will get you farther than you ever could have gone on your own. You'll see."

She doesn't reply. With Faye's divination, it doesn't take long to find Francis. As you and your party approach the area he is in, he stumbles out, his robe half-hanging off of his nude and sweaty body. He runs a hand through dirty hair and looks over. "Oh, hey guys."

You narrow your eyes. "Francis. What have you been up to? You were supposed to come back from scouting hours ago!"

"I've been busy!" he insists. "Do you have ANY idea what I've done for you? Burns aren't easy to deal with, you know!"

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

He points back into the room he just came out of. You and Faye poke your head in to see a blanket, obviously summoned, on the ground, and upon it lies a very satisfied girl with dark skin, fiery red hair and horns.

"Is that..."

"The dragon, yeah." He takes a deep breath and wipes his brow again. "You have no idea how hard it is to do what I just did, Sirena. You're fucking WELCOME."

You pat him on the shoulder. "Well, Francis, if there's one thing that can be said about you, you're a trooper. Was that your first dragon?"

"What? Oh, hell no. Just my first red one. You can't start out at red, Sirena, you have to work your way up. There's a heiarchy of dicking dragons and I just crossed red off my bucket list."

You look in and see that she seems asleep. "She seems extremely out of it. Can we kill her?"

"If you want. I already slayed her," he says with a lecherous smile.

'I suppose you have your uses after all, Francis. Not bad.'

>Enslave the dragon
>Steal her soul with the gem
>Kill her
>Let Francis teleport her out of here and out of the competition
>Other

>>1216006
>>Enslave the dragon
>>Steal her soul with the gem

If the first one is too hard just steal her soul

>>1216006
>Steal her soul with the gem
>Let Francis teleport her out of here and out of the competition
Make the lich steal her soul, francis teleports her out, and when we get back to the real world, we can give her her soul back and have a dragon in our debt!

>>1216006
>Enslave the dragon
>Let Francis teleport her out of here and out of the competition
Its mind should be in a very impressionable state now that Francis quite literally fucked her stupid. We can put it under our control as a sleeper agent of sorts before sending it back out into the real world. When we encounter the dragon again or have need of her services, we can immediately reassert control. Plus, teleporting her out of the world disqualifies her from the competition.

Remember the long game. Nothing says "trump card" like a pocket red dragon when you need one.

>>1216006
>>Let Francis teleport her out of here and out of the competition
That's still a fucking dragon. A very satisfied dragon admittetly, but she will know notice if we try to sneak up on her and steal her soul. We don't need to fight her know, we've basically won if she leaves.

>>1216006
>Let Francis teleport her out of here and out of the competition.
If Francis wants to keep her, he can, otherwise we make with the enslaving.
>Enslave
Sweet Dragonborn of stranglethorn, having a dragon we can call on is a massive boost to us.

>>1216006
>Steal her soul with the gem
>Let Francis teleport her out of here and out of the competition
sloppy make outs with the gem after the deathmatch.

>>1216006
>>Enslave the dragon
Not forcibly, more in a consensual, "I'll do anything for you, darling." sort of way.
>>Let Francis teleport her out of here and out of the competition
See if he can get her to help finish up the competition first tho.

Then once he inevitably dumps her, we can take her in and give her the loving she deserves.

>>1216016
This. A particularly potent and tantalizing playmate is nice.

>>1216016
Alright, supporting this. Might work, less risky than outright stealing her soul

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>>1216049

You look at Francis. "You want to keep her?"

He shrugs. "Eh. I'm kind of a one-and-done guy, honestly. I kind of lose respect and get bored with every woman I'm with. That's why I like our relationship; we just have fun."

"No wonder so many women are upset with you."

"What can I say? I'm an attractive guy."

"...Not what I meant. Anyway, if you don't want her, I do."

"I figured you might. Got a plan?"

You walk Boris over and show him the gem. "Use this. Take her soul, so I can enslave it later. Then teleport her and you out of here."

"You sure?" he asks, levitating the gem over.

"You can't be around for when the contest ends, and neither can she. A dragon that I can call upon will be very useful for when I am Witch Queen."

"Alright. You know she's definitely pregnant now, right? Just putting that out there."

Faye chimes in. "More like putting that IN there! Haha!"

You roll your eyes at Faye's joke and respond to Francis. "Yes, I figured as much. Perhaps the child will be useful. You don't seem like much of a fathering type."

He shrugs. "Gotta spread the bloodline, but I'm not a fan of looking after it."

You reach over and hold his hand. "Francis, you are a depraved, filthy pervert with far too much power and not nearly enough respect for it."

"And?'

"And I'm glad you're on my side. Now go on, get out of here."

He walks into the chamber with the dragon, and with a big flash of light, teleports them both out, disqualifying her from the games.

"She's going to be mad, you know," Faye points out.

"Well with her soul in that gem we'll have plenty of time to correct that. I could drain her memories, enslave her mind. Once we start giving girls to Vincent I'll learn plenty of mind-controlling spells and she'll be ours. Hell, with a half-dragon child on the way, there's one use for her already."

Perilynth pipes up. "I just want to say that your strategy for winning is disgusting."

The lich concurs. "I concur."

"Quiet, you two. You gave up your bodies and the advantages they bring. But maybe, in time, we'll fix that... For now, I have a title to win."

>Hunt other competitors
>Lure them into a big battle
>Set an elaborate trap
>Rest
>Other

>>1216050
>Rest
recover the dailies hopefully, having the lich and revenant keep watch

>>1216050
This >>1216056
Maybe get the lich to teach us some spells while we rest up?

>>1216050
>Rest
We've taken care of the dragon and the lich, the latter of whom works for us now. Those are probably the two biggest threats of the competition. It should be smooth sailing from here, so we can take a breather and let the rest of them come to us.

>>1216050
>>Lure them into a big battle
Let's bring this to an end.

>>1216050
>Rest
There's mondo time on our side, set guards and rest up.
Also, we set forth an offer to all competitors, join and you not only live, but you will be richly rewarded for your services.

>>1216050
>>Hunt other competitors
Unless we need rest for some reason, we may as well keep on truckin.

>>1216050
>Rest

>>1216062
If they all get gathered together and see our entourage, they may just gang-up on us.
Probably best to just keep picking them off so we can control the situation.
Steal memories/souls/offer them a chance to join us/etc.

>>1216093
But what if its not our entourage, what if WE are the entourage, for a lich? fake being the second

>>1216050

>Rest

>Have the undead set guard.

Can't be careless just because the dragon was defeated.

>>1216093
>>1216098

What part of death match you don't get?

We aren't dead, a ganie or animal so that wouldn't work.

>>1216065
Changing my vote to hunting others, if we rest we'd concede the initiative and allow them time to form alliances if we don't keep then divided.

>>1216107
I meant stay back like usual, but act like a servent to the lich, rather than controller of the lich. So if we're found, they target the lich not us.

>>1216050
> Get Faye to scry for betrayal from our sentient undead.

>>1216119

And why would the litch NOT TURN US INTO UNDEAD?

Yeah you would have to be an idiot to believe a living human being is a litch servant in a death match.

>>1216149

We can use illusion to make us look dead, just as we've done it many times to make our servants look alive.

Calm down nigga

>>1216150
Why don't we just make ourselves look like a rock or something then?

>>1216150

And why bother since is a death match and the dragon is gone, so thry have no reason for a team up?

Not to mention that we are bound to face an enemy that can see past illusions or smell that we are alive.

If you want the Lich to play being the Boss so hard, then let's just hide. We waste less magic, even if they detect us they won't think the Lich is working with us and we can just have the undead fight with us.

>>1216149
Is the fact we're not undead going to mean people will jump to the conclusion that we're in charge, or would it be more likely the lich is kinda eccentric?

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You head into the chamber that Francis bedded the dragon in for a proper rest. You set your undead as guards. The lich volunteers to go hunting for more competitors, but you know better; likely she would try to convince them to come and kill you. Until she is fully under your control, she isn't going anywhere.

Rest allows you to prepare some more spells, which you will need for future confrontations. When you feel sufficiently rested up and fully healed, you and Faye leave with your undead entourage in tow, confident in your chances.

Once more, you are on the hunt for other competitors.

>Roll 1d100 to see who we find!

Rolled 49 (1d100)

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>>1216168

Ahat happens if Faye still counts as a different person? We should have sent her back with the rat.

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>1216168
Can we enact the plan that some of the anons were talking about? Disguising ourselves as the lich's servants?

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>1216168
Let's find new party members.

Rolled 92 (1d100)

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You and your group enter a large room where you encounter a single, lone dark elf. This is the first time you have beheld one of these creatures; her beautiful and exotic obsidian skin reminds you of volcanic glass, and her hair is white as snow. She fixes red eyes upon you and stands unafraid, daring you and your group to come at her.

"This is the part where you usually run away," you say with a smile. Your group speads out, but she doesn't run.

Instead, she merely smiles. "Why run, when you've already gone through the trouble of coming right to me?"

You shrug. "Suit yourself. Get her."

But nothing happens. You blink a few times and look to your left and right, realizing that they are all standing still. Perfectly still. As in, non-responsive to even waving your hand in front of their face.

"What the..."

"You like?" the dark elf says with a smile, waving her staff around. "Time magic. I have taken away your advantage in numbers. Now it's just you and I, suspended in this moment until one of us falls."

"Couldn't you have frozen me as well, and killed me?"

"The magic doesn't work like that. I have placed us in this moment until one of us dies. But I don't mean to merely kill you, I want to enslave you. To drive you before my feet and have you lick my boots."

"We'd make good friends."

"We'll make even better enemies." She picks up her staff and holds it aloft. "Shall we?"

'There must be a way to make her break this spell,' you think. Your hands glow and you and she prepare to fight. 'But if it is just us suspended in this moment, then that means my genie should be as well if I summon her.'

>1d100 and an action!

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>1216214
Curse

Her intellect

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>1216214
Summon our genie. See if she's bound by the time stop.

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>1216214
force push and arcane bolt

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>1216214
forceful push her away and arcane blast

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>1216214
detect weakness
maybe it can tell us how to break the spell.

>>1216225
oops. thought the first didn't go through

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>1216218
>Curse
>Her intellect
This

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>1216214
Summon genie

>>1216218
>>1216234
You have to be touching to bestow curse

>>1216214
> Curse a bitch

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>1216214
> Force lasso then Curse a bitch - willpower

Fergot mah roll

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>>1216218

Step one is getting close. You charge in beneath her volley of opening arcane spells, sliding across the ground. You manage to just barely touch her ankle, imparting a curse of lowered intellect upon her!

The dark elf shouts and hops back, trying to cast a spell but failing to remember the words. She instead relies on her magical items to attack with, blasting you with a beam from her necklace. Thankfully, you are able to take cover before it can hit you as she slices the wall nearby.

>>1216220

Having done that, you take out your lamp and rub it. The genie pops out a moment later, unaffected by the time spell.

"Dark elf! Go! Kill!"

She nods and leaps up.

>>1216221

You pop up and see the dark elf attempt to create a wall of force between her and the genie, but with your curse on her, she fumbles one of the words. This gives you an opportunity to push her back with your magic while hitting her with an arcane bolt.

She is pushed against the wall where your genie stabs her in the gut. She withdraws her blade and steps back. You walk up alongside her as the dark elf slides to the ground.

"H... How?" she gasps, looking up at you.

"I'm just that good," you say with a smile. "That time magic of yours was impressive, however... I would like to know more about it." You kneel in front of her and put a hand on her head. "You will serve me..."

"Damn you..." she says, closing her eyes. "I'll get back at you for this..."

"I think not." As she slips into death, you capture her soul in another coin, putting her in the same pocket as the goblin. With her death, the time spell ceases to function and everyone returns to normal.

Faye blinks. "What happened?"

"Someone thought they could be the better of me," you say, bringing the dark elf's corpse back to life under your thrall. "The last mistake she ever made."

"Oh. I missed it? How boring. Can I fight the next one?"

"Sure."

>Speaking of which, who is...?
>1d100!

Rolled 96 (1d100)

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>>1216267
Let's get to collecting.

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Next, your party comes upon the northwoman you briefly teamed up with earlier facing off against a savage orc shaman. The large, green-skinned and feral mage fights fiercely, as does the northwoman. They appear to be a nearly evenly matched, but the strength of the orc's magic seems to be beating her out.

Having given Faye your permission, she quickly summons up four powerful elemental beings and sends them to attack the two mages. The orc and the northwoman are soon overwhelmed and forced into submission by the onslaught of the four elementals.

"Good job!" Faye compliments her servants. She forces them to bring the orc and the northwoman before you. "Here you go, Sirena!"

The orc spits at you. "I won't be your slave!" she says in a rough tongue. The northwoman seems to agree with her.

"Well, you don't have much of a choice," you say with a smile. "If this weren't a fight to the death, things would be different, you understand. Maybe. If I was in a good mood. But as it stands, you two simply have no choice but to follow me. Don't worry, though, I'll be keeping your souls nice and safe... until I have further use of them."

A few minutes later, you have two new minions, along with two new souls safely tucked away. With eight zombies under your control, not counting the lich, you're nearly at your limit. You cast your spell of speak with undead to get them to follow you more closely and you're off once more.

"Nice work back there, Faye," you compliment her.

"It's no different from what you do, really. Get others to do the work for you."

>1d100 to see who we encounter next!

Rolled 52 (1d100)

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