THE FUNWORM'S DOWNFALL

[kingdomnpcs]

It’s a cool, crisp night when the village effectively casts their chosen Off-worlders into the deep end. They have been picked for their strength (although, given that they’re untested, you could probably say the villagers picked based on who looks like they’d do a good job) and their skill.

The Off-Worlders set off into the outskirts of the draining, ongoing festivities and find the Fun Camp just in front of the forests. They’ve managed to establish a sturdy, little living space within the week. Anyone would think they’re planning to be here for a long time. The tents are surrounded by high fences, erected while everyone was getting drunk and smashing pissers.

There are two entrances to the camp, both guarded by stern looking monks. Your task is to approach them and take them on by your ideal means necessary.


[OOC: Starters posted below are open to the four characters chosen for each role! NPCs will be threading out each interaction. Please contact the mods if you have any questions!]

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[heirlift]

Really, John doesn't want to be violent, exactly. It's not really his jam to go out and just start hitting people over the head for no reason. But he feels like he has to do something if people are dying, and this is all he really knows how to do. He was hoping he could come and talk some sense into these monks, but it sounds like this one doesn't want to talk. He has his hand on Fear No Anvil's handle, all the same.

"So, what, if we guess the password, will you let us in?"

That's how it works, right?

[kingdomnpcs]

Luckily, Todrick has an extremely punchable face. It's been that way as long as he can remember. Since he was a young boy, hitting other boys with sticks. Currently, his lips are pulled back in an ugly sneer.

The.. impressive hammer in John's hand catches his attention, but John's confused, baby-face eases any concerns he had over being pummeled to the ground with it.

"You'll never guess it." Which seems to suggest that, yes. John can try to guess the password. "But you only get three tries before I get bored."

[heirlift]

"Alright..." John scratches his chin with his free hand, and gosh darn it he's putting some real thought into this! If he was some weird monk in the service of some... weird worm. Thing.

Murder worm. Monks. Murder worm. Monks.

"Is the password... dirt?"

[kingdomnpcs]

The monk stares with his unimpressed expression as John puts on his contemplative one. Then, he speaks, and the monk furrows his brows in irritation.

"Dirt? Fucking dirt? What is wrong with you?" He shakes his head. "Two more tries, asshole."

[heirlift]

"At least I'm not the one working for a worm, buddy." It's the only comeback he can really think of. He's really hung up on this worm business. Jeez, it could be anything though, and he's thinking that brute force guessing isn't going to get him anywhere, even if he had unlimited chances.

But he really, really wants to settle this amicably.

"How about, tomfoolery?"

[kingdomnpcs]

"At least I'm not trying to fuck the worm." He snaps back, totally misunderstanding why John is here at all. Besides, he doesn't work for the worm, he's using the worm. There's such a big difference, John could not comprehend.

"It's better than your last shitty guess, but it's still garbage. One more try until your ass is grass. Or just gone."

[heirlift]

Okay. Alright, okay. John has tried to humor this for as long as he can. He can take a good bit of japery, some shenanigans here and there. He'd accounted for more than his fair share of tomfoolery in his lifetime thus far, but this is starting to irritate him just enough that he's sort of Done with it.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna go in and take care of this worm or whatever." And, without any further pretense, makes his way to push past the monk.