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Nightmare on Index Street
Nightmare on Index Street—
§ prompts.
¶ I. Unwrap Those Presents! So what are our would be heroes to do? The Storyteller is utilizing the essence of—if you haven't guessed already—Santa Claus to create special presents that will help damage and delay the Story Eater. Again, it won't be enough to defeat it, but it will give the Aspects that extra oomph and time to chip away at that giant HP bar for the Storyteller to do its magic to reconstruct the shield and expel the Story Eater.
There are four types of presents:
And around all these presents will be Erasers trying to reach and destroy them first. Some will be easy, but some may require a bit of fighting, so be prepared!
¶ II. Erase the Erasers. Erase the Erasers. The Erasers are pouring out of the black vortex and it seems as if there's an endless army of them. They are going after the citizens, so try to intercept them and defend the populace. They come in all shapes and forms, some even looking like creatures straight out of the lost stories themselves. Alternatively, try to see if you can plug up that massive hole. Perhaps a few well placed snowmen and pumpkin bombs? The gifts will also be effective against the Erasers, although it might be a little overkill.
¶ III. Help the Injured.The site where the Story Eater’s avatar landed has been reduced to rubble, and the monster is bent on more destruction as it plows through the city, any citizens caught in its wake bursting into torn pieces of ink and paper. Not everyone’s essence or heart is geared for offense, and there’s more than one way to help save the day. Those who still wish to help can try to save those who haven't been lost, or perhaps heal them if they have the knowledge or power at their disposal. Don't forget there are magical healing potions that everyone received on their first day, and it's not too difficult to find more, possibly buried underneath the rubble. Finally there are the "TREAT" cards that could also be used to help heal the injured.
[Mod note: Refer to the accompanying Game Notes for more information!]
After the final hours of Halloween are coming to an end and everyone is slowly beginning to gather their things and return to their homes to prepare for the clean-up to come in the later days, a strange, eerie silence falls throughout the Index along with a mysterious gray fog. It seeps over the ground like a veil dragged behind an invisible bride and soon engulfs the entire city. The sound of hooves clattering over the cobbled streets echo over every street like an army followed by a chorus of loud, high maniacal laughter. In the next instant everything turns pitch black, as if the light of the world had been shut off.
And then just as suddenly, the light returns. But the sight that greets those who bear witness sends chills down every spine. Pumpkins lay smashed along the streets, cobwebs cover almost every window and doorway, and scarecrows swing from nooses tied to various branches. A cold, black frost covers the ground, steam rising from the thin, icy sheet before a new sound echoes around.
Big, heavy footfalls and then—
An ear-splitting roar of motor and metal as sparks fly from a giant chainsaw. The thing wielding it? A giant skeleton several stories tall, its mouth open wide as another shrieking laugh erupts, its eyes glowing fire. As it laughs, those closest to the abomination scream in terror before it suddenly swings its weapon out, cleaving everything and everyone in its path.
From its open mouth a black vortex appears, growing larger and larger until it hurls outward to smash onto the street in front of it. At first nothing happens—only a gaping, black hole exists. But then the first claw reaches out, the first tendril, wing, tail, head. Black, hellish creatures rise up and locals scream the words,
"Erasers! It's the Story Eater's minions run for your lives!!"
By now the journals of each Aspect will have begun to burn, a loud buzz drumming in their ears as the Storyteller reaches each and every one of them.
And then just as suddenly, the light returns. But the sight that greets those who bear witness sends chills down every spine. Pumpkins lay smashed along the streets, cobwebs cover almost every window and doorway, and scarecrows swing from nooses tied to various branches. A cold, black frost covers the ground, steam rising from the thin, icy sheet before a new sound echoes around.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
Big, heavy footfalls and then—
VRRRRRMMMMMM WHEEEEEEENNNNN
An ear-splitting roar of motor and metal as sparks fly from a giant chainsaw. The thing wielding it? A giant skeleton several stories tall, its mouth open wide as another shrieking laugh erupts, its eyes glowing fire. As it laughs, those closest to the abomination scream in terror before it suddenly swings its weapon out, cleaving everything and everyone in its path.
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YOU THINK YOU CAN DESTROY ME, OUTSIDERS? YOU THINK YOU CAN BECOME HEROES? I'VE EATEN THEM ALL, DEVOURED THEIR SOULS AND TAKEN THEIR POWER. NOW I WILL TAKE YOU AND YOUR WORLDS! I WILL CONSUME EVERYTHING!! |
From its open mouth a black vortex appears, growing larger and larger until it hurls outward to smash onto the street in front of it. At first nothing happens—only a gaping, black hole exists. But then the first claw reaches out, the first tendril, wing, tail, head. Black, hellish creatures rise up and locals scream the words,
"Erasers! It's the Story Eater's minions run for your lives!!"
By now the journals of each Aspect will have begun to burn, a loud buzz drumming in their ears as the Storyteller reaches each and every one of them.
| Aspects! The Story Eater has sensed of your arrival and has breached the barrier of this world. It must be repelled, but there are only so few of you and it has grown so strong. We fear you will not survive if you face it now. But with the aid of the one known as the Father of Christmas, you may be able to weaken it enough. Quickly, find his gifts, use your powers, and weaken him until I can write a new barrier to expel him. Please, hurry! |  |
§ prompts.
¶ I. Unwrap Those Presents! So what are our would be heroes to do? The Storyteller is utilizing the essence of—if you haven't guessed already—Santa Claus to create special presents that will help damage and delay the Story Eater. Again, it won't be enough to defeat it, but it will give the Aspects that extra oomph and time to chip away at that giant HP bar for the Storyteller to do its magic to reconstruct the shield and expel the Story Eater. There are four types of presents:
- Big Red. Big red presents will summon giant snowmen that will fall either on top of or around the Story Eater. They can't really attack, but they will create a lot of ice and snow in attempt to freeze the Story Eater place. It will also help make parts of the Story Eater a bit more brittle, so those who do try to do direct attacks can deal some damage and chip away some of that bone structure. Nothing massive, but at least some cuts and small bones can be hacked off.
- Polka Dot Blue. Blue, polka dotted presents come in various shapes and sizes, but they all do the same thing when unwrapped and opened—create a lot of noise. Technically they're choirs singing various Christmas Carols, but doesn't really sound like it up close. Fortunately, they also come with special ear muffs and a small note saying, "Cover your ears before opening," but if disregarded then those who hear it will find themselves stunned and a little hard of hearing for a good while. Closing the flaps will silence the noise. What needs to be done is to direct the opening of the present towards the Story Eater. The "music" will amplify and stun it, giving a few precious seconds of vulnerability.
- Orange Gift Bags. Large gift bags with black ribbons tying them close will unleash an explosion of pumpkins once opened. These pumpkins will rise into the air laughing before raining down in a wide area and explode on impact. So be careful! These will need to be brought over near the Story Eater to deal damage.
- Black Envelopes in Black Stockings. These gifts are a bit harder to find, but it's also easy to notice a giant sock hanging from somewhere and a black envelope sticking out of it. They're up high, so some climbing or flying will be required. But once reached, opening the envelope will produce one of two cards. A card that is labeled "TRICK" can be used and thrown at the Story Eater. The card will expand in size and turn into steel to slice at the Story Eater, dealing a lot of damage. A card that is labeled "TREAT" can be used to help heal or boost those fighting, even allowing characters to immediately learn abilities that could help with the fight.
And around all these presents will be Erasers trying to reach and destroy them first. Some will be easy, but some may require a bit of fighting, so be prepared!
¶ II. Erase the Erasers. Erase the Erasers. The Erasers are pouring out of the black vortex and it seems as if there's an endless army of them. They are going after the citizens, so try to intercept them and defend the populace. They come in all shapes and forms, some even looking like creatures straight out of the lost stories themselves. Alternatively, try to see if you can plug up that massive hole. Perhaps a few well placed snowmen and pumpkin bombs? The gifts will also be effective against the Erasers, although it might be a little overkill. ¶ III. Help the Injured.The site where the Story Eater’s avatar landed has been reduced to rubble, and the monster is bent on more destruction as it plows through the city, any citizens caught in its wake bursting into torn pieces of ink and paper. Not everyone’s essence or heart is geared for offense, and there’s more than one way to help save the day. Those who still wish to help can try to save those who haven't been lost, or perhaps heal them if they have the knowledge or power at their disposal. Don't forget there are magical healing potions that everyone received on their first day, and it's not too difficult to find more, possibly buried underneath the rubble. Finally there are the "TREAT" cards that could also be used to help heal the injured.¶ V. Wildcard. Make up your own prompt! Especially in regards to the festival, anything can really happen.
[Mod note: Refer to the accompanying Game Notes for more information!]
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Did you see where my sword went?
[Perhaps that's why his priorities aren't really in order. He resists being tugged at first, still looking around for the damned blade, but the longer they stand there, the more the throbbing in his lake and the edges of the burns are starting to itch and sting and sear. So he gives in and lets Ophilia lead him away. The song birds continue to circle around them, alarmed but also keeping watch, ready to start in with shrill warnings if the Erasers get too close.]
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[ Ophilia will make sure the alleyway is clear before pulling him into it, immediately reaching for some crates for him to sit on. The burns will be painful, yes, and while he might complain they are not the priority here. He's still bleeding from his leg, and that's much more important. ] Sit, and elevate that leg. [ She tells him sternly, setting down her staff.
Bandages, bandages... Of course she has none with her, so she'll just tear a bit off of her skirt to use. It will be good enough. In truth she doesn't know much about first aide, but fortunately she only needs to pause the bleeding before she gets to real work using her magic. Fortunately she's re-learned a good amount of her healing abilities.
Ophilia ties the bandage around his leg, holding pressure, but he might notice that her hands are shaking. She's nervous. About this, about... everything. The monsters they're facing are quite fearsome, and it's difficult to simply be an aide in battle with only a party of two. She can excel with her augments and healings, yes, but only when others are there to take care of the horde. ] Hold still, I will heal you.
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In any case, he sighs in exasperation as he's made to sit and ordered around, but it's more for show than any real desire to resist. Even if he's confident in his ability to endure pain, it doesn't mean he likes it. He frowns as she tears her skirt and opens his mouth to protest but it's too late. She's already tying strips around his leg, so he sighs again.
The longer the sit, the more the burns hurt, and the more the various bruises forming where he tumbled across the ground are making themselves known, leaving him impatient to just... get this over already.]
Any day now.
[He's holding as still as he gets, gripping the edge of the crate he's perched on to brace himself.]
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You are too reckless, Therion. Please take better care of yourself. [ But here will be the part that he's waiting for: her ability to heal. She's good at it; she's always been good at it, ever since she had been small. The talent has carried over into this world, and it has allowed her to quickly pick up on how to heal with her Essence's form of magic. She's sure that in time it will be like second nature to her, although it takes a bit to activate.
Closing her eyes, Ophilia draws up the energy needed to conduct the healing, grasping the staff within one hand to ground herself to the earth. And then she extends her hand outwards him, palm towards his wounds and fingers outstretched. A glow flares up and quickly departs from her palm, silently infusing into him. He'll find that the active pain from the burns will subside, the blisters healing up and skin mending as new, as well as some of the bruises vanishing.
She won't be able to cover everything as he has a lot of damage and the deeper aches will be beyond her power, but this is a start. Ophilia opens her eyes, lowering her hand to grasp the staff to lean upon. Healing takes a lot more out of her than it would normally, but that's the price she has to pay to begin learning this magic all over again. ] ....Better, I hope?
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I didn't know the pumpkin was going to explode in my face. Snow White comes with birds and a pretty face - not foresight.
[He watches her healing process with interest, curious how it's different from what they know back home. Though he squints into the light to try and watch the actual mending take place, he winds up sighing in relief, some of the tension leeching from his shoulders as the burning, throbbing pain melts away. It might not be everything, but it's more than enough to make a difference, and he nods.]
Yeah. Thanks.
[There's a pause as he glances from his arms to her hands on her staff and then up to her face.]
Uh ... you all right?
[She looks... tired, and he really hopes she didn't over-exert herself for his sake. Just stopping the bleeding and maybe speeding the burns along recovery a little bit would've been fine, but she - as always - went above and beyond...]
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I am.
[ Would he have expected her to ever say that she wasn't alright? Especially in the middle of a battle and when others are hurt and injured? She gives her best reassuring smile at him. And then, as if to distract him from more questioning about her own state, she will coyly deflect: ] I wasn't the one who was running into the battle while already beaten, bleeding, and bruised.
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In any case, no, he didn't really expect her to admit to not being all right, but there's always a first time for everything, and the way in which she answers can still be pretty telling. Her deflection prompts a scowl from him and a 'tch', but he doesn't look away, still studying her.]
What else was I supposed to do?
[Run away? ........... ok yeah maybe.]