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Toshihiko Two
Crew

Sugary Marshmallow

PostPosted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 8:29 pm


"Relax your jaws," Barth instructed softly, "and now your neck."

While he and Christof had taught occasional Mad Science courses, the damage and therefore cost rates of those classes were on the hefty side.

This sort of thing was more of an indulgence than anything else.

And it was a brand of Physical education that he could stomach.

"Left shoulder. Let it go," Barth said, slow, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth. Meditation and total relaxation were a matter of pairing the conscious and subconscious, and even for him took some deliberate release.

And of course, when he was totally relaxed...

Thorns threaded up the walls, growing into a steady and thick backdrop. He let it happen. That was part of it. Relaxing, releasing. He told them to focus on each part of the body, recognize the tension. Relax it. He told them to recognize their thoughts, and imagine that they were at the bottom of a river, watching the thoughts pass like leaves on the surface of the water. There, but apart. To let them flow past.

To relax.

And if Barth hissed in personal satisfaction, it was in rhythm. In, out. Relax.
PostPosted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 8:30 pm



Calder's future vision was surprisingly sad Zar found to his surprise, expecting the kelpie to imagine a giant jacking bouncy castle full of scarelings, endless scarelings as far as the eye could see and Barth in the middle of it all the ideal father figure, overcoming his propensity to not caring and lethargy to be a wonderful father. Barth's vision was different too, careful and grand and difficult for the Incubus to make up his mind one way or the other what it said about the other demon. All he knew was that he was glad as his own nightmare faded away and he found himself free of that place where boredom and faint, distant sadness had reigned.

Before he could even gather himself, Zar found himself tossed indifferently into a classroom. Classrooms weren't exactly surprising, given that he was in a school, doing an exam but he knew immediately that this was different, there was a lot of students, paying rapt attention to him. Once again there was that horrible shift of perspective, a wriggling struggle of independence and fear surfacing in him as his present self was slammed beneath the knowledge of a false world and place.

The class he was teaching was Human Studies. It said so on the board.

The students hated this class, and he was not surprised. No one really cared about what humans got up to, it wasn't interesting, it didn't seem important to them learning to be scary. He had tried explaining that it was everything, that understanding the human psyche would mean they could understand their own selves, the very world they lived in. It had so much potential and would be so so important when they found themselves faced with the practicalities of being out there, faced with the strange almost parodic things the humans cared about.

They did not understand his enthusiasm about how humans reproduced (ew, thats gross) nor did they understand why he was so brightly keen on the concept of permanent death. (whats so scary about that?)

They didn't understand.

But how could they, he thought? They weren't allowed to bring humans to the school, to let them taste fear at its source, to do all the things the horsemen had considered so important.

His subject was the most important one there was, but students were stupid.

Baneful
Crew

Dramatic Hunter

Baneful generated a random number between 1 and 13 ... 5!

Baneful
Crew

Dramatic Hunter

PostPosted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 8:34 pm


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5. Prompt - Everything You Ever Wanted
You step into a room. It's a bare, plain room. By the time you reach the middle it warps and shifts, and you are left facing your greatest desire. What is it and how do you deal with it?

If in a group, this can be either a solo exercise or an exercise in group embarrassment as your greatest desire is shown off to everyone in the party.



Once again he found himself cut loose from the chain of visions and Zar took a moment to simply steady himself in the white room. He rubbed his temples, he took a deep breath - and found himself subconsciously emulating the slow pace of Barth's vision. Relax.


He knew there had to be more to come, nothing was ever simple in this jackdamned school and when you were done you were usually completely done, on the edge of death and mental exhaustion, able to take no more. He was not at the limit of his endurance yet so there was, of course more to come.

And right on time, just as he predicted, the world skewed and shifted again, he closed his eyes and exhaled.

This time the world did not come together in a cohesive way, there was no classroom or students, no lonely expansive halls, all there was was what felt like a hazy dream, fractured images and impossible associations hanging together. There was a deep oppressive aching thrum overlaid on this strange vision, like the deep hum of a distant generator or a nuclear reactor ticking over on the edge of a meltdown. It was clear in the surreal and inexplicable way that things are in dreams that this noise was the sound of nothing less than raw power. It made the air tinny, a shimmering rainbow of potential and crackled on the teeth and tongue. It was fear so condensed that one could forge the world anew from it if one was so inclined. Halloween felt distant and - in comparison to this infinity of potentials - as inadequate as Zar remembered it. He returned to that place only when the need to hunt pushed him back to grace them with his presence, to let them look and despair.

In the center of the formless vision, Zar moved. This was his dream, his desire. He was desire. It ran in every vein, in every single fragmentary piece of him, it was his strength and his weakness, his beginning and end. He could be whatever he wanted, could shapeshift into a hundred, a thousand different shapes, able to appeal to the aesthetic inclinations of creatures innumerable. Even those things he had never once encountered in the flesh he knew, a library that stretched on and on without end. Everything would want him, everyone would want him.

The view changed and became a familiar, twisted landscape of heaven-reaching trees, crafted from bodies of all shapes and sizes. They stretched out to him as he passed, desperate with need. They wanted him more than freedom, more than he physical bodies he had deprived them of. Every tree had been a human once, or at least the snapshot of emotions they represented. And even though he had been their murderer and remained their jailor they would throw themselves before him if he wished it, they would once again climb into his jaws. Humans were simple things. When you unraveled the knotted spool of their emotions you could craft them into whatever you wished, even the most intelligent person could be led by their sex, even those who professed to have no interest in the act at all could be coerced by his will.

Want itself was a fascinating thing he had always felt. He was not a greed demon and he did not care for trinkets and baubles, nor was he lust, lust so obsessed with the very act of wanting, the raw aching hole in the heart that one sought to fill with other people. Zar was more ragged, more raw and wild. He was sex itself, he was the carnal instincts in the hind brain, the loss of control both physical and emotional. He lived for that instant when the brain went black, when the lights went out and there was nothing but the freefall of climax. He was the jaws waiting to snap them up when they fell.

He was their judge and they were always found lacking. He did not want them.

He desired something else.

The world shattered and fell at his feet as he basked in his own power, the strength that reassured him and dispelled all doubt and fear. No one could leave him. No one could abandon him that he could not bring back or destroy. And that was the crux of it all, that was why he cared.

Power was simply a stepping stone, a logical step on a ladder that led to -

It led to being able to bind, to be able to bind and be bound in return. To match and be matched in a race that would - if he had any say in it - would never end.

He would understand and in understanding he would control.

Zar's greatest desire was power, because power was all he needed to become great in desire.
Toshihiko Two generated a random number between 1 and 13 ... 8!
PostPosted: Wed Nov 12, 2014 9:52 am


They were together again. The room was plain. Barth looked slightly uncomfortable.

"It won't be that bad-" he started, before things changed again.

He was standing in a field. The long grass was swayed in a heavy and dense warmth, alleviated by a stirring breeze. The flowers were soft, and pilowy- poppies, but their stems were segmented metal. A mix of pollen and fog drifted from their middles.

Barth did not need to walk the field to know it was sewn with bodies.

There were a lot of bodies. In death, or in sleep, it was hard to tell- the two were cousins, but all of them had come here willingly

Was this what he wanted? Was it the end result, or the process? What part of tempting did he desire? And after it was through, would he too lie down and rest?

Barth folded his legs, chin in one hand, and watched over the field.


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8. Prompt - The World In My Hands
The room you step into shifts and spins. When it settles, something tells you you're in the Human World. What will you do? Will you harvest Fear the Halloween or Horseman way? Will you perform Tricks or Treats? You have full run of the Human World now. What will you do?

If in a group, you can either solo this out or hold a small PRP where you and your fellows have met up. Maybe you're at a cafe, maybe you're at a bar, or maybe you're all chatting online. Brag about your exploits, complain about how difficult it is to scare children; just ensure that it has ~something~ to do with your full run of the Human World.

Toshihiko Two
Crew

Sugary Marshmallow


Baneful
Crew

Dramatic Hunter

PostPosted: Wed Nov 12, 2014 6:45 pm




Zar didn't fight the changes as they came now. There would be time to examine and review the things Calder and Barth had witnessed later on, once the world had stopped wildly whipping from one hallucination to another. It was all he could do to hold onto his senses as he wobbled in the white room, dizzy and slightly nauseous.

Once again he was pulled down into another vision and this time he didn't fight it, he closed his eyes and simply let it happen.

It was raining, heavy floods of water cascading down buildings and into the street below. Overhead the moon was bright, brighter than anything in Halloween. The human world loved lights, bright brilliant miniature suns driving back the shadows to lurk sullenly under benches and trees, hiding from the eternal twilight that kept it at bay. It did not hold Zar back, he moved through the night which was as familiar as home. He looked very different, entirely human in appearance with mid-length black hair, dressed in strange human attire, all t-shirts, denim and fastidiously tidy grooming. He had been in a nightclub, he enjoyed them the most, humans went to the places with the paired goals of getting incredibly drunk and having sex. They were prey who brought themselves night after night to a self-replenishing hunting ground and who were drawn to him time and time again.

All his life he had been hungry, a deep nagging need to feed and hunt which had never gone away. He'd tried to fill it with paperwork and distraction to no avail. Here he had finally found a way to sate himself, he fed and he flourished. He did not have to break the laws, he was never caught or noticed. If they were not drunk, high or both, they were after he laid hands on them, not a one would believe their own addled senses the next day, and no one had ever come close to catching him.

It felt like home here, harvesting fear to grow and develop his own strengths, nuanced and subtle, it was living after what felt like a slow strangled death for years and years.

The water here was different, everything was in subtle, wonderful ways, but it did not upset him. Rather, he looked forward to every trip, every visit back to experience this bizarre world that he wanted to understand and be a part of. It was a door which had been opened to him and which he refused to close.

Stepping into the next bar, the babble of chatter and music washed over him like water and he swam into it like a shark.

PostPosted: Wed Nov 12, 2014 9:39 pm


Desire prompt

The class went away, the water around his body vanishing and where his legs had been moving in water, they hit ground, hard, and were now quick.

Rushing. The world wasn't that of a enclosed pool, but a blue of golden leaves, gray trees, and the crunch of fallen leaves. Soft, wet dirt sank under his hooves and were thrown out, and the ground rumbled with the sound of all of them together.

As the world raced beside him, he felt them all around. Specks of white, visions of black, sleek bodies, and the magic of rippling water on glossy flanks. Their hair was wet and dripping, twisted and tangled in the vines and sticks of whatever they passed, carrying the woods and forests with them. Other bodies raced with them, white and pristine, almost shining white with gray speckles here and there, and shimmering under the patches of broken light from the pumpkin sun.

The sound was that of a thundering waterfall, a thousand hooves on either side of him, and he felt their bodies brush against him, challenging but playful, delighting in the danger of daring to get close to others around them for the added thrill of getting too near though none fell. They leap over logs and splashed through creeks, the cool water hitting their hot legs and undersides. He could feel their compbined breath, the pumping of hearts, the raw power of them all combined, and they all whinnied and roared and made all types of noises equine and far more foreign. They were all driven forward to no great place but knowing that they carried their home with them. Where they stopped to rest would be home because they would watch over each other and be content.

They would all belong, he would belong, and if he should fall behind, if his ears should drop, and if he was needed, he would be there and so they would in return. He was strong here, he was wanted here, and he was loved. His line would go on, and his herd would follow him to the end of time.

And in there he would be claim the rivers as his own and they would share his clan name.


MoonKitsune
Crew

Romantic Exhibitionist


Toshihiko Two
Crew

Sugary Marshmallow

PostPosted: Sun Nov 16, 2014 3:39 pm



"Hey, man, do you guys like, eat fritos?"

"Err, you know, I'm not actually sure."

The floor of the room was painted with a garble of symbology, with hazardous black candles dripping everywhere. They had not found a live animal, but they had picked up various slabs of uncooked meat from the grocery. They had even thrown in some shrimp for good measure.

Still, they had not been the only ones who were surprised at the result.

Barth pressed the half-familiar arrangement of buttons.

"So if you lose, the controller does not attack you."

"Far as I know," one of his summoners shrugged, still rooting around in the cabinet. "Doritos?"

Barth tilted the thumbstick. "No stakes at all? How would any of you feel about...a wager?"

"Depends on the wager," a surly-looking girl with dyed black hair and about a thousand rings on her fingers answered.

Barth smiled nervously. "Right. Well. Let's say, if I win, I'll head home. And if I lose, we'll play...one more game."

A lot of games later, the chips guy had skipped his work shift and rings girl was sleeping off her unusually long string of wins, but when it came to souls Barth always enjoyed taking time to savor the little things.
PostPosted: Wed Nov 19, 2014 1:18 pm


You enter a circular room. A fine, clean mist covers the ground. The clatter of steel and iron can be heard as a large figure emerges from the mist. Some may be jolted with recognition. Others may marvel at how large and foreboding the figure is.

The large, Green Knight plants itself in your way. Beyond it you can see something glimmering, something you want really badly: your diploma.

A large, shadowy javelin suddenly appears between your feet as you try to step forward.

"HALT. YOU SHALL NOT PASS."

Of course it was going to end with a fight. You ready yourself and prepare for combat!

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THE GUARDIAN HP ???/???
For every hit: take -5 HP auto damage.
For every miss: take -10 HP auto damage.
If you die: you respawn at full HP. Keep on truckin!
To defeat: successfully hit the boss three times and roll 1d10 for a finisher. You don't need to hit it three times in a row; just three times total!
Finishing Rolls:
- 1-3: You miss entirely. Hit the boss three times again, then reroll.
- 4-7: You are reasonably successful. It's nothing impressive, but it gets the job done.
- 8-10: You do something really cool and impressive, like hit the Guardian so hard that its armor flies off and it dissipates like the badass you are.

Rolled 1-3 three times? Go ahead and take the reasonably successful finisher to get the job done. In addition, your diploma also has a misshapen gold star that reads: "u treid."

Boss Loot: (On DEFEAT of boss only)
AMITYVILLE ACADEMY DIPLOMA GET! The diploma itself is made out of heat/ice/water/electric/acid/rip resistant parchment, rolled and bound with a ribbon in your dorm's colors. You unravel it.


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AMITYVILLE ACADEMY

To all whom these presents shall have come: Greetings unto you.

Be it known that we, the Headmistress and Faculty of the Academy under authority of Fear and the Laws of Halloween, have admitted

(( You see your name here, along with what looks to be a title ))

the Rights, Privileges, and Dignities to which a Persons of Halloween with Amityville Experience may Expect.



Determine Your Title:
Count the number of rolls you made during the Graduation Dungeon, including double prompts. ie, if I rolled 3, 5, 3, 4, 6, 7 for prompts then I rolled six for prompts. Also include each roll you made against the boss.

If you are doing the dungeon in a group, the group will SHARE the same number of prompt rolls. When a group makes it to the boss room, then the players will count their individual rolls made against the boss.

Match the total number of rolls you made in the Graduation Dungeon to find your title:

5: The Incredibly Lucky
6-8: The Impetuous
8-10: The Swift and Daring
11-12: The Steadfast
13-14: The Adventurous
15-16: The Bold
17-18: The Triumphant
19-20: The Determined
21-22: The Stubborn and Hard Headed
23-24: The Tribute
25+: The One Who Overcame Suffering

Toshihiko Two
Crew

Sugary Marshmallow


MoonKitsune
Crew

Romantic Exhibitionist

PostPosted: Wed Nov 19, 2014 2:52 pm


Human World Prompt

"Shush, Shaun. You'll scare it. Go like, get a rope or something." The man said, gritting his teeth to look back at his cousin who was staring transfixed, flashlight pointed into the corn fields where the harvest had already passed, leaving dried husks flatted on the ground.

She flared her nostrils, throwing her head down and pawing the dirt as the light shined in her eyes. It was distracting and not good when she was trying to use her vision for what she needed.

"Put that thing out. You're spookin her." He shouted.

"I aint doing nothing, Henry." The cousin complained, getting upset as he moved closer behind his relative.

"There's plenty of moon tonight. Just turn that s**t off." Henry shouted back and the light went out.

In the moonlight, they could all see perfectly, and she flicked her head back, letting her breath flare out from her nostrils into the cool night air. She stepped back, appearing 'spooked' as the human had said.

It was all a dance.

I'm scared. I'm wild. I'm exotic. Don't I look lovely? Don't you want me for your own?

Henry moved closer, holding his hands up. "Hey there, darlin. Whatcha doing out here on your own."

"Aint Bill Jerkins horse. Never saw him have a white one before."

"Dumb twit wouldn't be able to get a horse like this no matter how two-timing he tried to get in the auction house. Must of wandered off from someone's shed a ways."

"Aint got no reigns. Think they were still breakin her in?"

"She scared enough to me to think it. Certainly wasn't farm raised." Henry said and moved closer, to which Calder rose up and whinnied before stepping back.

"Shhh. Shhh. It's alright. Big Ol Henry here is going to treat you nice."

Calder wanted to cackle. They all seemed so sure around a creature like him. Humans talking how they were big and smart and in control of anything around them. So sure they could break whatever animal they saw. So sure that this night was like any other, that this mare was just like any other, and that despite the way they felt inside, how much they were drawn to him, that they never second guessed that something wasn't right.

She lowered her head, taking small steps but then remaining still, and with disgust watched Henry move and set his hand on her brow. The thrill of triumph flashed bright as a jack-o-lantern on his face and he moved over to touch her neck.

Calder waited and just like that, Henry paused beside her and she turned her head to look at him, eyes wide.

Eyes that poured his Fear out to whisper sweetly to him.

You touched me. I'm yours. Come and take your prize. Take me as your trophy for all others to be envious. That you claimed this wild beauty.

"I'm gonna ride her in."

"Henry, don't be daft. The damn thing doesn't even have a saddle." Shaun shot ******** you. She is going to bolt by the time you get back. I get her. I bet I can ride her to the barn." The man said with clear confidence, puffing up and looking at her as he petted her, and jumping when Calder sidestepped away.

Moving over, he grabbed her hair roughly and pulled himself up, clad in nothing but jeans, boots, and a thrown-on jacket. The cold wind kicked up but didn't bother him.

Atop her, he was left to bask in the thrill and excitement about riding something so beautiful, wild, and unknown.

He turned her towards the fields – not to the barn.

They always turned away. They all wanted a ride. They wanted the thrill.

And Calder always gave them more than they bargained.
Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice: 8, 3 Total: 11 (2-20)
PostPosted: Wed Nov 19, 2014 7:08 pm



Zar was exhausted. His mind felt like it had been dragged across a cheese grater several times and now was left in the sun to dry out. To say he was irritable was a gross understatement. He wanted this charade over, he wanted his diploma and he wanted free of this hellish and restrictive school into whatever - good or bad - lay beyond it.

Nothing was going to get in his way, especially not an overgrown suit of armour.

He shifted as he leapt, landing with a hiss and charging towards the only jacking thing in his way. He connected with a thunk of claws on steel.

HP:45
DMG: Hit
Attack: 1/3


Baneful
Crew

Dramatic Hunter

Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice: 8, 4 Total: 12 (2-20)

Baneful
Crew

Dramatic Hunter

PostPosted: Wed Nov 19, 2014 7:27 pm




The guardian lashed out with its spear but Zar was completely undeterred. He hissed, flashed his razor sharp fangs and snapped at one of the gauntlets, seizing it and worrying it like a dog as he brought his tail around to smash against the creature.

HP:40
DMG: Hit
Attack: 2/3

Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice: 5, 7 Total: 12 (2-20)
PostPosted: Wed Nov 19, 2014 7:37 pm


He refused to let go, being viciously shaken and punched by the guardian's free hand. The pain did not bother him, all that mattered was getting out of here before he went completely crazy.

HP:35
DMG: HIT
Attack: 3/3

Baneful
Crew

Dramatic Hunter

Baneful rolled 1 10-sided dice: 2 Total: 2 (1-10)

Baneful
Crew

Dramatic Hunter

PostPosted: Wed Nov 19, 2014 7:40 pm



There was a gap in the guardian's armour and Zar kicked out with his hind legs, not fast enough though as with a smug clank of steel the ghostly apparition moved away from the blow, finally freeing Zar's teeth from its gauntlet.
Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice: 2, 1 Total: 3 (2-20)
PostPosted: Wed Nov 19, 2014 7:43 pm




Zar was thrown, rather hard across the field and landed with a painful thud on the floor, skidding a ways before he pulled himself with a sigh to his feet.

HP:25
DMG: ??
Attack: 0/3

Baneful
Crew

Dramatic Hunter

Toshihiko Two rolled 2 10-sided dice: 9, 8 Total: 17 (2-20)

Toshihiko Two
Crew

Sugary Marshmallow

PostPosted: Wed Nov 19, 2014 7:55 pm


"Er," Barth looked around the gigantic figure towards the hovering piece of paper. Was it....was that a Diploma?

"Maybe we can...err, talk about this-" he said, edging around it- and the giant glaive thunked down, narrowly missing his chest.

He reacted, well, instictively, and the suit of armor was suddenly full of a lot besides its occupant.

"Sorry," Barth mumbled, inching his way towards that sheet of paper.

HP: 45
Hit: 1/3
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