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Conflicting Narrations: Crownkiller's Mulligan

This is a Interactive Narrative with ARG Elements

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Tutor, The Last of Tiles.

You wear the name of your fallen comrades' guild as your own.

Your classification is: The Executioner, a master of arms, poise, and intimidation.

This is a meta narrative of war, romance, and the bonds between revolutionists

Content Warnings will be listed as needed but allow the above to set the tone.

Thank you.

[image description: A anthropomorphic dog woman is digging through the drawers of the perspective character.]

You feel the rumblings of a Stranger beside your bed.

"Must be around here somewhere.."

"That tome doesn't seem to be the correct one.. you've added quite a few nice trinkets since then though.."

Your eyes go open, a woman is fiddling through your personal belongings.

Your body cannot move, your allies are seemingly out of sight.

Your comrade is next to you, sleeping behind where you are facing.

You try to stir as much as you can to wake them up, alert them.

They seem to not respond.

You can feel their breathing calm..

You really want to strike.. but your lance is across the room.

You made a pact, in a crisis like these you can summon a secondary arm, a weapon to complement your talents. to protect yourself and others..

Picture something, anything that could scare off the intruder.

something extremely fucking loud (this is scapula im in a car)

[image description: A anthropomorphic dog woman, dubbed "The bandit" for now, looks over you smugly as you struggle out of bed to stop her from escaping.]

You picture something loud, heavy, enough to kickstart things immediately.

In a instant, a massive wok crashes down, barely missing the bandit who lets out a yelp.

Then the Wok suddenly stops in place.

The Bandit: W-what the-

She turns over to you, tilting her head in confusion.

The Bandit: You're able to see me? How interesting... I suppose in your case it makes sense.

Her eyes shift toward the large mirror covered partially in drapery.

The Bandit: You're not the same though... Someone else's vision of the past perhaps?

You can feel yourself regaining the ability to move, starting to wriggle out of bed.

Her eyes widen.

The Bandit: Just as defiant though, I respect it. I can see you've found yourself a friend too. Shortage of beds, I understand..

You can feel your ally starting to wriggle behind you.

The Bandit: ....Another? Madness to me

Your comrade rises from bed.

You are granted the options for your initial party member. Pick One:

Gallows: The Comedian, a master of trickery and persuasion. He maintains a pact with a man of arms and a well of knowledge. A reliable friend you owe plenty to.

Styx: The Man of Arms, the entity Gallows holds a pact with. When needed, he takes front of his client's body to help others and/or indulge. A friend only you can navigate.

Courier: The Courier, a nameless sword puppeting a flesh body who carries a defiant proxy. Deceptively talented and able to get a job done with low profile. A friend who's quick to be there.

Creme: The Forge, a tall cat with a affinity for metal work and hot drinks. Strong, friendly, and often flustered. A friend who's rather sweet on you.

Ibarra: The Hustle, the original owner of Creme's body. Reluctant to front but driven by a genuine urge to atone for past cowardice. A friend who wishes for forgiveness.

Scab: The Many, a hivemind of a rabbit. Many bodies in many places and regenerates through osmosis. Only the clock can end her life. A friend to everyone.

ibarra or scab

seconding Ibarra

Your ally immediately jumps out of bed, nearly tackling the invader down only to hit the ground with a dud.

Tiles: A-are you alright?!

Every word is a huge effort to force out of your throat.

The cat grumbles to herself.

The Bandit: Cute effort. Only gives me more reason to get going however-

Your friend immediately latches onto the dog's leg.

The Bandit: You've really got a lot of fight in you today...

The Cat struggles to keep her locked down, very much not at her full capacity. She gets poked mockingly with a foot in response.

The Bandit: Back down before I have to take your teeth.

The cat shakes her head.

You start to get out of your bed slowly.

Tiles: Don't you dare!

The Bandit: Neither of you are in a position to harm me, nor will you have the time soon. I'm here for my own means separate from your war..

Ibarra: We've no reason to trust a word you say-!

The invader kicks the cat in the side repeatedly, getting a yell followed by a series of angry noises out of her. It isn't until long before you can hear something loud crash outside, causing everyone in the room to jump.

The dog takes advantage of the moment to escape Ibarra's grip.

The Bandit: Looks like trouble comes your way, I should make my escape...

She yanks the shroud off a nearby mirror, one taller than yourself by a good amount.

The Bandit: Pursue me if you'd like but I think you'd be best sticking here..

She gives the cat a little tilt of the head.

The Bandit: It's so odd up close.. til we meet again then.

She jumps through the glass, the entire thing crackling until she fully phases through.

Another loud crashing outside, something bad is happening.

You feel yourself at full strength again. Immediately you help Ibarra up.

Ibarra: I'm sorry, couldn't really-

Tiles: It's not on you.

Ibarra: I just wanted to help... sorry that it had to be me today.

Tiles: It wouldn't have made a difference if it was you or Creme, I'm just glad to have allies right now... we need to act however.

You can hear people rapidly storming out of their rooms.

Ibarra quickly grabs your lance and passes it over.

Ibarra: I trust your call...

Ibarra has joined your PARTY.

Ibarra TRUSTS you enough to take orders and open up on occasion.

Ibarra is TROUBLED, her performance may be volatile based on her current confidence.

You have been armed with CROWN LANCE REV.2, your trusty weapon has a trigger that can FREEZE pierced objects and people solid. It has LONG MELEE reach and PIERCE properties.

You are armed with THE BOOK OF STYX, allowing you access to your own hammer space to hold all your items. Only you can use it.

You are armed with THE TOME OF THE FAMILIAR, allowing you access to summoning FAMILIAR fabricated from materials you've found. Your imagination is the limits!

You are primed to summon FAMILIAR: Bastion, your smug little guy.

You are are primed to summon MIRROR FAMILIAR: Jackie, a memory of a loved one. Mirror familiars can only exist in the GLASSPATH, accessible through GLASSYGATE MIRRORS. They replace your active familiar by channeling themselves through them. REQUIRES a existing Familiar to be active.

Current FAMILIAR cap: 2

Ibarra is equipped with PROXY AXE -CREMA, she has LONG MELEE reach and ARMOR BREAKER attributes.

PROXY AXE - CREMA allows Ibarra to control metals on whim and combine chunks into constructed formations.

Creme shares a body with Ibarra, she may pop in at any time.

Creme is equipped with PROXY SWORD - COCAO, she has MODERATE MELEE reach and ARMOR BREAKER attributes.

PROXY SWORD - COCAO allows her to control a manifestation of her MIRROR WORLD form, a mannequin who's properties change drastically based on the armor equipped to her.

You can try to pursue her, the mirror world tends to stagger enough that there's a chance... but you'd be trusting what happens out there to your allies. They're more than capable and proven so even in the couple of months you've worked with them.

You could perhaps seek out one of the other allies previous mentioned to fill you in on things and figure out where to go from there?

You could fully commit to hunkering down in case whatever's going on out there is a legitimate threat. Losing a second home would be... let's not think about that.

You have access to THE RAT, a gamemaster who will provide advice and answer questions within reason. Feel free to ask.

our allies are very capable but every assisting hand can help, stay here and help out!

stay and help, at the very least tell them whats going on and see if they need you here

You stepped out with Ibarra following close behind you, as prepped to fight as you can be in the moment.

You're immediately intercepted by Dive who nearly tackles Ibarra into the wall with a hug.

Dive: There you are!

Ibarra: I never left...

Dive: I couldn't find you so I thought you were outside... where were you too?

Ibarra: Indoors, I-

Tiles: I was doing badly tonight, your sister was keeping me company-

Dive: You don't need say a thing more, Miss Knight. I understand thoroughly..

Ibarra: Even in a crisis moment you've found the energy to be so ... rude.

Dive: And you could be honest about why you asked for separate rooming.

Ibarra: I thought it'd be better if you were with others your age...

Dive: Won't hear it, that's not what's important right now.

Ibarra: Spill.

Tiles: Second that.

Dive: Mister Gallows is out there picking a fight with inspectors. Their truck is on fire and-

Tiles: They brought a truck out here? There's no trade route or facility in this region for them to merit that...

Dive: Nobody knows. Courier says he doesn't want others to intervene but it's insisted on Miss Knight going out there. It'll have your back of course-

Tiles: Is it just Gallows alone?

Dive: Aye, wants to keep it looking like a rogue effort rather than a organized thing. A large group would start larger investigation if anyone were to escape..

Ibarra: Are there stragglers roaming about?

Dive: Likely, truck had 7 people. Mister Gallows is dealing with 3, they're quite well armed though-

You start toward the back exist.

Dive: Are you going out there?

Tiles: Mm... Ibarra is as well.

Ibarra: Am I?

Tiles: Mmhmm.. We need keep operations brief. Courier is out there at all or-

Dive: Feeding us info, aye.

Tiles: Sights on where the rest are?

Dive: Imagine so, says to... ask Styx to relay? Figured you'd know what that means.

You fish around your pockets for a rather large sewing pin, as pin as your palm sheathed in a leather cover.

You ae given a visual of the situation, two attempting a search, three attacking Gallows. one downed, one still alive inside the burning truck in spite of all things..

The last one feels ominous, energy is hostile across the board.

Ibarra reaches out for the needle, you hand it to her and watch her eyes widen.

Dive looks over at her with worry on his face.

Ibarra: Tiles? Make the call.

You have been given the following information to make a plan.

[Image: MasaPart1.png]

[image description: A visual layout giving information on the current situation. You are currently in the interior safehouse alongside Ibarra and Dive. Lurking in the nearby alley is a hostile. A blue circle representing Gallows is surrounded by three dots representing hostiles. There is a very powerful hostile in the red marker representing a truck on the nearby street, indicated by a darker shaded dot inside.. A letter X representing a slain hostile is on opposite end of the truck and a additional hostile inticated by a dot. is around the corner of the street going eastward. There are icons above portraits of your player character and Ibarra that function as your sub-party units.]

Gameplay Information:
Your sub party consists of your familiar you can summon to give simple commands and Ibarra's proxy she can call for help in combat.

Your Sub-Party Unit, Bastion, is a supporter who is weaker in combat but can aid in a variety of other tasks such as communication, delivery, sabotage, and so on. Anything that could be handled by smaller hands is possible. It has enough range to function through the entire current map.

Ibarra's Sub-Party Unit is a proxy, has to be within range of her sightlines to communicate with and control. It is over 6 feet tall and built for purposes that require heavy lifting and craftsmanshift. It is very capable in combat and can manifest as a axe to fight directly.

The Rat will handle any out of character/game questions. Feel free to ask.

whatever the fuck is going on in that truck i dont like it. we should prioritize whatever's going on there

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