Starting with how we began!

MQ #1: C. Do what Vandal does

MQ #2: Rolled: 62 (62) [1d100]

Ahron came face to face with the black crow who had orange hair. Akmong had been a thorn in Ahron's journey from the beginning when Akmong stole Ahron's dear motorcycle. Ahron hadn't forgotten those transgressions. Greaseface and Malus were weary of the journey especially after being beaten down by the neverending Mage hands of Faedouchea. But Ahron persevered. Ahron would not be denied his final confrontation with Akmong. Ahron reached to the side and pulled up his heavy bag of gold to taunt Akmong with it before throwing it to the side for safekeeping. Suddenly Ahron's mind was overcome by a flash

Piper: Don't lose faith, Anthony
Anthony: (amid the exploding debris of his DARPA Lab) PIPER! NOOO!
Piper: Just please hold onto your humanity

Ahron snapped back to the present. Akmong was smirking right in front of him and he wondered why he thought back to this particular moment at the most convenient of times. Almost as if it was part of a pre-determined plot. And Ahron hated that. Ahron would be nothing if not the author of his own fate. With rage in his heart Ahron clasped his longsword with both hands and lunged at his ravenous foe

Ahron: (a mere moment before he struck Akmong he said in a whisper) Akmong. Bad.

##B. Attack him with your trusty longsword

Rolled: 23 (23) [1d100]

Vandal nodded at Lavina.

For a moment he wondered if he did what she did, and she did what he did... if they would unlock some secret of the universe by both doing nothing but something at the same time... but now wasn't the time for such philosophical ponderings. There was a beaky fool to educate.

Vandal grins and rummages around in his haversack of infinite size and depth, but limited capacity. He pulls out two of the largest bones he had collected from Boghat the Recently Deceased. For a moment he nearly takes off running at Akmong due to the excitement of dual wielding dragon bones. But he stops himself... and tosses one to Lavina.

"One last dance? And some milk afterwards?!"

The giggle dog, laughing like a maniac, rushes Akmong and attempts to cave his head in.

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##Main Quest 1: B - Double femur party with life partner

Calius Morehart reflected on his journey with his two companions, the peaceful tortoise and the boisterous hare, his thoughts took him back even further to when the black apple first fell into his lap.

"Calius." A voice whispered.

Calius was too busy to check out his new pair of horns in the reflection of a small pond right next to the tree, to think much about it. Probably just the wind.

"Now I'm never going to get to date Cashelia with these big, ugly things attached to my head!" Calius complained loudly, kicking the water with his feet angrily. "Gosh damn it!"

"Caaaalius." The voice whispered, trying a bit harder to reach out.

Calius hears the voice this time, but shrugs it off, thinking it's just the wind. "Alright, it's decided. I'm going to ask one of the king's knights to cut these off, right here, right now!"

"CAAAAAAAAAAALIUS!" The voice finally screams at him, Calius heart skips a beat.

"W-w-w-who is there? W-w-what do you want?" Calius asks nervously.

"Come." The voice just asks. "I'll tell you."

Calius looks over to where the wind was blowing, towards the Dark Forest far off in the distance. You were not supposed to go there, but Calius somehow felt he had to go now. An urge he hadn't had previously.

"Is it the horns?" Calius thinks out loud. "It's the horns, isn't it? I knew it, they make me look good!" He could feel himself changing little by little, he was already getting used to the horns. "That's it, I'm keeping them!"

He follows the direction of the wind, and walks far into the Dark Forest. It is there he finds what looks like an ancient temple, covered in thick branches and vines. The big trees surrounding the temple, almost seemed alive.

He walked inside the temple, now more confident than ever.

Inside the temple, he stopped in front of a circle covered in leaves. The wind suddenly kicked the leaves up into the air, and formed a feminine figure.

"Calius, did you like my apple?" The leaf figure asked.

"It was very tasty." Calius says with a smile. "So... are you real?"

"I'm very much real. You can call me Asmodea, I have chosen you to be the protector of the forest."

"I'm not sure I'm up to the task, lady. I'm still just a boy. I haven't even landed my first date yet." Calius says, thinking back to Cashelia.

"Oh, I'll take care of that for you." Asmodea says sadistically, smiling to herself. "You just focus on the forest, and I'll deal with the rest."

"Sweet!" Calius exclaims out in joy, looking forward to his new responsibilities.



Calius is brought back into the present. He suddenly remembers Asmodea's early sign to him about Ordella. Perhaps this was Asmodea's way of setting something up, or maybe it was just another one of her mind games. Asmodea really liked to make fun of Calius. She always got a kick out of it. Calius then faces Akmong, along with his party and the even bigger group.

"It is finally time to pay for your crimes." Calius said threateningly, slamming his staff down into the ground. He closes his eyes. "Treants from across all realms, lend me aid in this final struggle."



B. Call upon the Treants for help

##MQ2: How Do You Want To Do This?

Well, let's see. Calius uses the power of friendship.



Rolled: 76 (76) [1d100]

Four hours!

All Roads Lead Here
Greaseface
Cyrillus
Ordella
Canassa
Faerora
Pastor Sandor
Booberella
Marnu
Hustus

How
Greaseface
Ordella
Canassa
Pastor Sandor
Booberella
Marnu
Hustus

##mage hand akmong sus moonberries
##use moonberries on akmong sus

## C. Steal his moonberries and threaten to poison him with them

Cyrillus glared at his menacing foe. No amount of training had prepared him for this. He glanced at his partners in this journey, Rara was ready with her staff, Randall was swinging Celine with all his might. Is this the end? He was glad to be with his feline pack, Rok, Greaseface, all the other friends he made along the way. Faerora was also there.

Cyrillus weighed his option. Perhaps the alliance could be of assistance. No the battle was right here, it would be impractical to call for backup they’d never make it in time. Also they were a peaceful group, while they would undoubtedly have his back, he’s not sure how much of a benefit they would be. And then there was his slingshot, could he replay the story he learned, taking down the mighty beast with a single shot. He was not here to re-live a story, he wanted to chart his own path.

##C. Channel your pent up runt anger and attack

He was tired of being called small, weak, worthless. He remembered the mockery his father made of him. His small legs started churning as he charged at Akmong and let out a primal roar, for the first time in his life it sounded menacing (kind of)

“Rolls 16”

Cyrillus hit a small crack in the tile and went crashing into the floor and piling into a charging Murder Bunny’s backside. “Uh sorry”, he said terrified as he turned to see what became of the battle. So much for the hero.

Rolled: 12 (12) [1d100]

##let the shadowy one take over

The rage builds inside her. Akmong has betrayed us and been manipulating us the entire time. The bloodlust is at its peak, you let the shadowy one fully take over. Akmong will not be ready for whats to come. As Ordella blacks out from the Shadowy One being taken over, her last sight is red static shooting from her hands and one of Akmongs blue eyes shattering in a red blast.

"He was glad to be with his feline pack, Rok, Greaseface, all the other friends he made along the way. Faerora was also there."

Randall roared!

##Make final decision: C - Ignore instincts and do opposite

##How I do it:

Rolled: 58 (58) [1d100]

This was it. This great adventure had all led to this, to the realization that Hustus had just been a pawn in someone else's game, that he'd been misled by their guide, and he now needed to do something about it. He reached for his items. No! They were all gone. All he had left was really the only thing he'd ever effectively used, the longbow Akmong Sus had given him in that tavern. It seemed only natural to turn that weapon on him now.

Hustus closed his eyes and took a deep breath to steady his nerves and his aim. He lifted the longbow toward Akmong Sus, deliberately pulled the bowstring back as he exhaled that breath, and... tossed the bow to the side.

It was useless! If this journey had Hustus anything, it was that home was a lot safer than this, but also that his adventuring instincts were bad. Real bad. If his first thought was to fire off a bow, he ought to think twice. He wasn't quite sure what he was about to do, but he faithfully leapt forward toward Akmong Sus and let fate take the wheel.

2.5 hours!

Greaseface
Canassa
Pastor Sandor
Booberella
Marnu

MQ1# B. Play your harp for him until his ears bleed

Rolled: 14 (14) [1d100]

Canassa put a piece of wheat in her mouth. This whole adventure has just been a lot of noise. A lot of backstabbing and poisoning and giving out endless handjobs but now as she looks at the big ass bird face guy she feels like it's nearing the end. She's gonna miss all these fuckheads. Even the metal one.

As she stares down the plague doctor from hell she lowers her hat onto her head and carefully removes her metal shoes. Now is the time for stealth. And even if it's not she's damn sure she's going out sneaking. She could rush him down sure, maybe break some of his bones that way but he'd see her coming. She briefly considered busting out her big ass and just sitting on him but that's only for the ladies.

No, as she slips on her soft shoes she knows what to do. She's gonna fucking sneak on this bitch.

A. Channel your inner rogue, somehow sneak up on him, and stab him with your dagger

Rolled: 77 (77) [1d100]

Forty minutes!

Greaseface
Pastor Sandor
Booberella