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.


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Comments

[ignisvulpes]

"Wow, a little on edge, aren't you?"

He moves around to the side a little, trying to make it look like an idle motion, when he is, in fact, still on the lookout for something to grab. These idiots have partied hard enough that somebody's bound to have dropped something nearby, right? An empty bottle, heck, maybe a wooden plank somewhere for God knows what reason...

"Let's seeeeee... I bet you're too smart for the password to be 'fun' either, am I right? You guys sure have some impenetrable defenses here!"

[kingdomnpcs]

There is a lot of garbage and rocks in the surrounding area that can be grabbed. Like hell Todrick is on the cleaning committee, he's just here to be a sour puss. He does it well, at least, to the very end.

"You would be too if idiots came up to you every night trying to get into the tent to fuck the worm." He gives Kaphlar a suspicious look, as if he believes that fucking the worm is his intention tonight.

"The password isn't.. Well. Fuck. It is, but you know what? You're still not getting in."

[ignisvulpes]

"Wait, what?"

Really? The password is fun. The secret password to the lair of the Fun Cult, who is behind the Funworm, is FUN.

"Really."

Kaphlar advances forward, glancing casually at the ground. He sees something - something potentially deadly, magic notwithstanding, but... Shrug. If these guys are gonna be like this, then they pretty much deserve it anyway.

"I guess you guys are just real idiots, then." He's barely done speaking when he bends down, grabs a broken glass bottle, and swings it at the cultist's head.

[kingdomnpcs]

"Yes." Todrick says flatly, in a way that implies he finds the whole thing just as stupid and ridiculous. Yet, he's loyal enough to keep trying to stop this guy from getting in, because he's not budging from the doorway.

He's never really been violently accosted before, in such a desperate attempt to fuck the worm. Most people just come here, get their jollies from harassing him and leave.

So, he totally doesn't expect that bottle to the head, and he goes down like a shittily constructed house of cards under a light breeze. He grunts in distress and props himself up, using one hand to gingerly touch the side of his head and wince.

"What the fuck was that for?"

[ignisvulpes]

For a guy in such a sour mood, this cultist sure just took that hit much better than Kaph was expecting.

Now he's just sort of... limply holding the bottle, and staring at him in a way that probably isn't all that different from how the cultist's been staring at him.

"It's so you'll let me in, you moron. What the hell do you think?"