The Adventure Zone Royale: Episode 1

The Wizards' Gather— eight——wait—————————————— Okay, I got it now. I got it. All right, shut up. The wizards answer eight by eight. The cornclaves call to demonstrate their arcane gift, their single spell. They number 64 until a conflagration. 63. And 62 they soon shall be, as one by one the wizards die, till one remains to reign on high. Hello and welcome back to the Adventure Zone. I don't know why I said back. This may be your first season. I don't know you. I don't know you from Adam's Off-Ox. This is Griffin McRoy. I'll be your dungeon master this season. Joining me, as always, we got my brother, Justin. What's up, Juice? Hey, what's up? It's me, Justin McRoy. So happy to be back with you again on the Adventure Zone. Another great season lined up for you. I'm in my head now that this is the first season someone's listened to, and now I feel like I'm doing this way too formal. We should go back to the beginning. So, Dad was born in Ohio. Do you remember the year? 1931. So close. August 55. I guess we'll do things out of order. Dad's also here. He's still taking. Hi, everybody. Still playing? Still rolling. Dad McRoy. What order were you going in? I don't know, man. Still rolling. A lot of people, Dad, were, there was a lot of theories that you weren't going to be in this one, but you were here again. Well, every time I post a picture on Instagram, people think it's a death notice. So, you know, maybe I've dodged that bullet this time. I failed off on making like thoughtful father's day posts, just because I'm so worried. Absolutely. It'll clock like that. We got Travis on the ones and twos. Yeah, I'm up in the mix. Hi, it's me. I might be playing this season. Yes, you'll be playing. I will be GMing and everyone will be having the time of their lives. I want to start things off with a few sort of clarifications before we get started with Taz Royale. First, even though our last experiment in modesty, which was Taz Abnomles had no cursing in it, this one absolutely will. Now, you don't know that. Yeah, man, you don't fucking know that. Bastard. Bastard. Bastard. Bastard people. So, if that is something that is a consideration for you, then you should stop listening. No, don't. Keep listening and expand your horizons. Learn a thing or two. Second thing, as we have kind of announced this season is our all wizards battle royale style season. I know some people have some worries about a sort of like PVP campaign. I want to be clear before we get started. This is Battle Royale, not in the Fortnite sense. I mean, I guess literally the movie Battle Royale sense, where it's a, you know, everyone's killing each other all the time. This is more of a competition, a squid game, if you will. A lot of people died in squid game. A lot of people got down on squid game. A lot of people died in squid game. Sorry. I said a lot of people die in squid game. So, I'm not sure this is more like physical 100. This one's only got 64 people in it. Okay. Are you trying to clarify the number of people that will have their earthly lives snuffed out? Is that the clarification? This is magical 64, which would have been a way better name for the season, but we already got all the key art made for it. Last thing, today's episode, just to sort of set expectations, we're going to meet our characters. And we're going to learn a little bit about this world and the fold and the conclave. And I want to be really clear that I was planning all of this before the Pope stuff happened. That word was not really highly in circulation, conclave, until recent movies. I thought in the intro, you said cornclaves. I wasn't going to say anything. Griffin, you are so lucky that you told us to hold our tongues because I could feel a psychic wave when you said cornclave. All of us wanted like, oh, please, just one quick. I just want one kernel of truth. I want to add to that. You're making fun of an accent right now. Do you feel good about that, Juice? You're making fun of an accent. You're making fun of an accent. Are you feeling great? Are you feeling big, feeling tough? I'm throwing old big stone through my glass house, aren't I? You sure are. A frightful big stone indeed, gunman. Let's begin. Travis. The velvety padded doors of the trial chamber swing shut behind you, ceiling with a bright green arcane glyph. You turn away from the door to face the room before you. It is a cramped octagonal space carved of white marble, nearly featureless save for the large numeral one set into the floor with gray tile. Positioned at the center of this room, immediately above this carved one is a chair made of woven white birch sitting in front of a wide column. And a figure has been carved into this column. It is a young man, his arms crossed before him. All white marble saved for his eyes where two cloudy discs of onyx have been set. And as you into the room and approach this chair and this young man carved into the column, you realize this figure is nearly identical to a younger version of yourself, Rictus Ravenwood, the fourth. Travis, describe Rictus Ravenwood the fourth for me. A high elf. He is a moon elf, so he has a blueish skin. And he is dressed pretty traditional goth ideals, but everything is in a neon palette. I've been envisioning it like if you went to like a roller rink or laser tag place in the late 90s. He has neon green hair kind of swooped down over his eyes. A lot of neon orange fishnet. And he's wearing a neon pink, neon green tie dyed tank top. You guys are going to change clothes as soon as you get in here. So don't spend so much time on that. You're going to get a new shirt. Yeah, and he's very gaunt. And when you say traditional goth, are we talking sort of necromancer fantasy style or are we talking about like mall goth? Like mall goth. Got you, got you. Got you, got you. Um, Richtis, you enter this room. You see this statue carved into the column in front of this chair that looks like a younger version of yourself and you hear a voice call out from no sort of discernible direction. You hear it say, please be seated and lower any psychic defenses you may possess. Is there a chair? There is a chair of white woven birch. Uh, sorry, man. Just sit, sit in the chair. Speak up, please. Sorry. Uh, yeah. Sorry. This chair, the, the wood, the woven one. Aspirant. There is but one chair in the room. I didn't want to assume. Sorry. Sorry, man. Yeah. Uh, any sits in the chair. Uh, there is a brief fanfare of horns through the walls. This voice says, welcome to the trial of divination. The first of the conclave's eight trials and the first magic received by this world from the mother realm. Divination is the study of secrets divulged and received as you enter these trials, the eight arch wizards of the octave would seek to know you completely. All you must do to pass this trial is reveal to us your past and present and in exchange, it will show you a glimpse of the future that awaits the victor of this conclave. Oh, sick, man. If you consent to the terms of the trial gaze into the eyes of your stone figure and we shall explore your past, should you refuse the door to the outside world, we'll be open to you and your aspiration shall be forfeit. Uh, rictus gazes as hard as he can. Okay. Are you, are you sort of, you start to feel immediately a, um, a sort of psychic influence upon you. Uh, the, the fold, the world where this story takes place is, is an extremely magical place. I assume all of you as practitioners, uh, are, are, are familiar with at least sort of what it feels like to be under the effect of a spell. This is happening to you right now. Um, do you try and resist or given? Uh, this is his, his grandmother is a divination person who, um, does, you know, everyone's got a divination grandmother. Yeah, everyone's got a divination. That's gotta be official. And she, uh, doesn't have a lot of like personal boundary, uh, conception. So he has had to put up with this a lot. He's very used to it and he's okay with it. We're going to need to talk about rictus's relationship with his grandmother at some point. Cause that's his whole family in general. Yeah. Yeah, sure. Well, let's get into it. You look up into these, these onyx eyes and the fog inside of them begins to swirl and your senses are consumed in the world of the fold where our story takes place. Everyone is bestowed a single magical talent from the moment of death. Not everyone discovers the spell, which they and they alone have been granted and fewer still are willing to spend the thousands of hours of study required to truly master their one arcane ability. Uh, as this divination magic scans through your past rictus, its focus settles on one of your most poignant core memories. You remember the moment that you discovered the nature of your unique gift. Take us back rictus to the moment where you discovered your one magical spell as we learn a little bit about your character. Uh, rictus was seven years old. Um, from birth basically as soon as, um, you know, he was able to like sit up his family. Uh, there's a lot of pressure. It's a family of necromancers. They put pressure on a baby. I mean, basically they started like, um, looking for the magic to manifest. Um, I guess if everyone has a power, as I just said, there will be a Jack Jack situation every now and every now and like, instead of like toys and stuff, he was given a lot of like, uh, dead body parts to see if he would animate them. His father is a baron of an area called the crossroads and the breathless fields. Oh, mine too. Cool. I didn't know what you just said. Sorry. So there's, and he is the only child. I have two baron dads. Awesome. Both my dads. We'll come back to that in your flash. Flash. Yeah. My mother is baron. All right. Next stick. He is an only child as every, uh, Raven would baron has been because of the blessing curse. Deleting sibling NPC names. Yeah. Let's go back in the hopper. I think he hasn't had a lot of experience with other people. So Rick just doesn't know if seven is like a normal age for it to manifest, but with the pressure on it, uh, it happens. And so Rick just is sitting at the table where he sits most days to practice under his parents, watchful eyes, uh, with all these like sickly, um, you know, woodland creatures around that he's kind of being pressured to test his power on. Uh, okay. I like that you're sitting at a desk seven years old, little Rick is Raven would the fourth, um, a desk filled with, um, dead critters. Uh, your mother, did she have a name or may I go for it? Your mother, somna, somna Raven would the doesn't have a number. That would be wild. Somna Raven one, uh, is just kind of like perched on your desk staring at you. Uh, her face still, uh, like a, uh, almost a creepy mask. Uh, so intense is the pressure that she is putting on you. You may not know other kids who are living sort of a similar life as you. I think even, uh, with that sort of isolation that you, uh, experienced, you probably have an inkling that this is pretty intense for seven years old seated in the corner in a rocking chair made out of bones, reading a newspaper made out of bones is your father, Baron. Did he have a name? Rick does Raven with the third. That makes so much sense. And I'm so glad that you said it in the tone you did because that's exactly what I deserved. Rick dis Ravenwood, the third sitting, reading his bone paper and over his shoulders, the ghost of Rick dis Ravenwood, the second, uh, and over his shoulder is another smaller ghost of your great great great father Rick dis Ravenwood, the first, that's called him the first too, which is fucked up. Um, well with the blessing curse, he knew he would have a son. Yeah. Cool. Your mother says again, Rick dis again. Remember we want the life spirit to disperse from the object. You know, I think of it as a draining, like drinking a drink with a straw. It is a, it is a dispersal Rick dis. Okay. Again. Uh, can we take a break? We will take a break after your 500th murder. Now begin. You're at 126. We're going to have a long afternoon. Rick dis. Okay. And he places his hand on the, like a sickly chipmunk looking creature. Um, maybe a chipmunk. Well, but it's not quite. I mean, in the breathless fields, everything's like fucked up. Yeah. I like that. Okay. He grimaces and like beads of sweat, you know, and then there's a sickly green kind of glow. And when he moves his hand, the chipmunk is like fully dead. So I'm not leaps up, shouts and your, your father, um, Baron Rick dis Ravenwood, the third, uh, Baron of the crossroads in the breathless fields, uh, hops out of his bone, pink chair and comes over, uh, puts his hand on his, on your shoulder and is like, wow, son, amazing work. Did, wait, did you crush it with your hand or was this an honest necromantic spell? No, I, yeah, it was, it was the spell. Um, oh mother, he's done it. I'm so proud of you, son. And look, look what else. And Rick dis moves his left hand and there was another chipmunk under there and there's like, uh, a pink glow and that chipmunk is healed. Your spell that Rick dis Ravenwood, the fourth possesses, um, sense this moment and practiced onward is wither and bloom. Um, specifically a slightly weaker homebrew version of wither and bloom in the first level as you are all level one wizards as we begin the game. Your mother looks confused. Your father, uh, leans down and picks up this chipmunk that you just brought back to life. And he says, uh, oh, um, Rick dis what, what is, what is this? Well, I, so you were talking about the life dispersing and that seemed like a bit of a waste. And so I thought if I could take from there and give to there, it would like balance in a little bit more somnathane and then stands up and then faints a second time. And then she climbs up double thing back onto the desk and says balance. It is not our family's job to be concerned with balance by, by ensuring the death and entropy of these lands. We are balancing. Well, life is not our domain. Rick, you must forget this part of this spell and just kind of do the first half. But it's, it's connected. We'll practice that 500 times doing just the murder and none of the bringing back to life stuff, but it's, it's connected. Right. Cause like the, the, you know, like a dyes and would fertilize the thing, right. And then grossed it this way. Somnathane in the middle of your explanation. Um, your father, the Baron faints to like sees it sees her fainting. Ghosts fainting. Um, all but your great grandfather, his ghost, who you think like not at you, but his ghost is so small right now. Yeah. So old. And as we all know, as ghosts get older, they shrink down and get smaller. Yeah. Um, your father stands up and says, okay, um, we will continue practicing this. I'll call in some of our, some of our experts, uh, in the field. Uh, I think we had a great grand uncle once, uh, whose magic was also a little weird. So I, I can find his body and reanimate him, ask him five questions, the huge. And, um, listen, sport, um, it is a little bit weird. We usually only kill and not revive. And we have a certain reputation to uphold and the, the barony has a reputation to uphold, but it's nothing to worry about. I will ensure that your little snafu gets ironed out. But let's not go ahead and cast that anymore until we figure this thing out together as a family. Isn't that right, mother? She's still, she's asleep. Uh, yes. So remember it's a secret. Your senses return, Rick, and you are back sitting in the first trial chamber. This statue that resembles this seven year old version of you that you just saw begins to rumble as its right arm slowly descends, extending its hand out in front of you and from the walls of the room that voice calls out again and says aspirant by your participation in the conclave, you wager the very magic that brought you to our doors. Should you claim victory, your power will grow an unimaginable magnitude. If you agree to these terms, grasp the hand of your effigy. So if I win, then I get more magic and if I lose, my magic goes away. You understand the terms. More magic is a reductive way of referring to the power that you will be afforded. We prefer mega magic. Super duper. The only trade markable one was Uber magic. But you have to do an oom lot or you'll get sued by Uber. It's Uber magic. What do you do, Rick? Rick, thanks for a second. And then like half under his breath. Seems win win. And then grabs the hand. Is that what he's supposed to do? Yes, you grasp the hand of your effigy, this cold hand before you and a silent moment passes and then those black onyx eyes begin to rattle before emitting a blinding flash of brilliant light. Got a few announcements before you get back to the rest of the episode. We got some new merch up in the MacRoy Merch store over at MacRoyMerch.com. A new t-shirt with a helping is always a free action design on it. There's a 20 make it stick enamel pins on there. 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You see a different figure is now facing the chair in which you sit, a chair that you still don't quite trust to fully support your considerable frame. This figure also resembles you not from your distant past, but as you are today. Justin, please describe and introduce... And I saw this name for the first time this morning. Laura Vith Dream Wanderer Ganjuban. No, well technically Laura Vith Ganjuban Dream Wanderer. That's just the way the sheet mixes it up. So one more again, please. Laura Vith Dream Wanderer Ganjuban. Well, wait, you just said Dream Wanderer is the last name. So Laura Vith Dream Wanderer Ganjuban. That's who we're settling with. Yes, we're going with this. Yes. You want Ganjuban to be last name or do you want Dream Wanderer to be last name? Well, I think it's more appropriate for looking at Goliath culture for Dream Wanderer be the middle name. Okay. Ganjuban is the last name. Yes. Are you settled on Laura Vith being the first name? You could be Ganjuban Laura Vith Dream Wanderer. No, no, Laura Vith is first. Okay, great, fantastic. Okay, describe your Goliath wizard for us, please. Yeah, Laura Vith is approximately seven feet tall. Looks kind of like Tom Hardy, but a lot grayer and got markings on his skin. Goliath have these skin modeling. Some people mistake for tattoos, but it's just more akin to like a birthmark and it's just a and he's wearing some leather armor, pretty, pretty simple, but well, you could tell it's well used. It's been through a lot. Yeah, that's his story. What kind of I don't know what Goliath age looks like. So I guess not a specific number, but what sort of era of his life? You he would look to be someone in the sort of later prime of his life. He's not a young, young guy, but he still seems full of Vim and Vicar. Okay. And Tom Hardy, I do just want to make clear is five foot nine. So, okay, so like a huge Tom Hardy. So like if you can use the power of your imagination for a second to imagine a big Tom Hardy, yeah, I mean, I'm the corner of the Tom Hardy. Grab the corner of your Tom Hardy window and just like hold shift. Just hold control T. Yeah. You don't actually have to control anymore in Photoshop 25. Okay. It defaults. Okay. It's like I'm just giving you a tight man. Tall Hardy, I get it. I love it. It's good. Tall Hardy. Um, you look up at the face of your giant white marble figure. Um, having, having just explored the, your past, the moment of your powers arrival, you hear that voice rumble through the walls again. It says the arch wizards of the octave. Thank you for revealing to us the events that shaped your past. Now we would ask you to show us your present, your life as you know it now in the days leading up to your arrival at this concave. If you consent to this request, gaze into the eyes of the statue before you as before should you deny our terms, the door to the outside world will be opened for your retreat. What do you do? I, I go for it. Yeah, no hesitation. You look upward and look into these eyes and see the the onyx begin to become very cloudy. Um, I ask you, do you resist or do you give into this, this psychic spell that has been cast? I give into the psychic spell. I'm not fighting it at all. Great. Your senses are consumed once again. The eight arch wizards of the octave are the supreme power of the fold in more ways than one from their mighty floating ziggurat in the sky. They police the use of magic of the world, sharing whatever wisdom they decide the inhabitants of the lands below are ready for. They are a secluded lot, never revealing themselves to the lesser wizards of the fold, but legend of their comprehensive grasp of all magics are known by all. The concave is held once every few generations when one of the eight members of the octave resigns. The details of what happens during a concave are unknown to any living person. Similarly, unpredictable is the date that a conclave would be called given the octaves general elusiveness. Loravith, I want you to describe what your day looked like, the day that you received your invitation to the conclave, a little slice of what a just a normal day looked like before sort of everything changed. Okay. There are four stumps and they're in a quadrant, a big square, probably about 10 yards separating each one. Loravith stands on a smaller stump about six inches off the ground. There are other Goliath perched on the other stumps in a sort of like quadrant around him. He is standing with both hands extended out and a Goliath across from him, who we know to be Noren, holds a big ball in the air and is getting ready to chuck it at Loravith. Okay. I don't know what's going on, but let's we're playing goat ball. Goat ball. Wonderful. Yeah. Goat ball. Goat ball. Wonderful. Let's let's get a are you trying to hit this? But what's going to you tell me what the intention is to happen next? I think it would be fun to roll for sports just to really get this season started off on the right foot. I'm ready, Noren. At any moment, plus the ball, I'm ready to spin your six, six attempt, sixth attempt in our own Noren, please give me the glory of a seventh catch. I'm definitely going to hit you with it this time. You're attempting so goat ball or tempted. It's like dodgeball kind of deal. Okay. So you're attempting to catch it or get pegged, but don't fall off. Right. I got you. Let me try that again. Then I never mind. I've got the rules. Get ready to get pegged. He's going to launch it at you. Maybe just our first T shirt. I think a dexterity saving throw or perhaps just athletics, right? This is a sport. I would say athletics, actually. Okay. The that's actually what I think you would actually roll in the rules for goat ball success. It says it's a map Slater. If you want to do it nine plus three is 12. With a 12, you are able to grab this ball out of the air. You sense that he didn't throw full strength because he's still not 100% sure what the rules of goat ball are. And I sympathize with Noren on that. You now have the ball. A finite tip, Noren. A finite tip. Am I out? No, no, no, no, no, no, Noren. Now, now, Noren. Now I get my chance. At an unprecedented 10th victory. And then I'm going to chuck it. Not at Noren. Oh, five. But to the left at Zapath. Shit. Oh, never. I never always seemed like that. It's a classic. Oh, it's so good. My, oh my, we didn't see this one coming. We're going to roll and see how Zapath does. I mean, Zapath gets an 18. And I, okay, but I'm going to need advantage because Zapath was not expecting that. I set up the whole thing. That's a fair point. You get a round of surprise on Zapath as he tries to dodge out of the way with his athletics check, which is just a nine. Sadly, Zapath goes, how did you say? Why is the ball so hard? Zapath, food picker, you have embarrassed your tribe. All right, man, it's just go for all. He gets off his stump, walks away. I might, I'm out, right? As you are playing this game of goat ball, you hear a wrestling in the, in the trees, just outside of the clearing where the goat ball field is set up. And you see a team of non-Goliaths, human elf, half elf wizards. In school garb. And some of them are holding what look like bats in their hands. There's some, some balls with weird holes in them. And you see a figure approach you wearing one of these uniforms. And he says, I'm terribly sorry, Laura Vith, but it is time for softball league. I will need you and your friends to please clear off the field. Of course, actually, the challenge of this was becoming a rather disappointment. Yes, I need you actually to speak with the groundskeeper. We've been doing some remodeling, some renovations, and so we're moving some stuff around. And so, unfortunately, we will need to move the goat ball field a little bit deeper into spider fang hollow to make room for the new library wing. You retrieve the ball and stand back on your stump. Noren says, can I, can I just get out, get myself out? Because it looked like you really hurt the path with the ball. And I'm not trying. The path was only hurt because the boss did not catch it. If the boss had caught it, the pollen would have the ball today. OK, but I, it did look painful and I, actual. And then I tossed the ball. What's the. All right. I'm just kidding. Noren, this is a fun. We're having fun here. The game is, the game is over. Oh, OK. I won. So when I said the victory, I won the goat ball game with the last attack I did. OK. Congratulations for me. You look over on the fourth stump at Grecon Root Picker. The closest thing you have to a rival here in your Goliath tribe. Grecon, did you see? Yes. Your brother Agvec, his record has been shattered by Laura Vith. Dream wanderer, Golgambon. Yes, I'm sure you feel very accomplished. Beaning's a path, a Goliath that a human child could defeat in goat ball if they were large enough to lift the goat ball. I would have tossed it your way, Grecon, but I would have been too worried about shattering your delicate bones. Are you challenging Grecon? Sorry. Very well. Grecon is a bit bigger than you are. How magical are the Goliaths? Like I said, every sort of like being. Right. So Goliath are obviously like physically pretty dominant. Right. And so they do not as a rule, tend to go into the like the magical arts, I think, or focus on that. I think that for the Goliath in this world, I think that the ones who have focused on their talents and tried to work on them are the ones who for whom it could have some practical purpose for the tribe, something that they could like do to help. A handful maybe of people on your tribe do. I feel that. Yeah. And I feel like for some it's maybe more of like a novelty, you know what I mean, or something or like not even a big part of their day to day lives. Grecon says, I'm terribly sorry, Lord of it, you did besmirch my pride with that comment. And now it is my terms through which we shall put this grief aside. I'm afraid I need you to return to your stump for a sudden death like in round of goat ball. It would be my honor, Grecon. And I slap him on the shoulder as hard as I can and head on over. Okay. He takes the goat ball from Noren, who then just like runs off into the brush. Crying. Grecon. What's that? Crying. Um, check for crying, roll for crying. No, I don't think Goliaths don't cry. Oh, wow. Yeah. And it's like a real problem in the whole society. Pretty toxic. Grecon takes the, takes the goat ball up and rears back to toss it in your direction. He hums it, but good. Grecon is a big beefy fellow. What do you do? Uh, I am, I mean, I'm going to roll athletics against it. Okay. It's like literally all I can do. Oh my gosh, what a moment. What a moment. That's two plus three five. The goat ball smashes, uh, into your face. Your hands are just a little bit too slow and you go wobbling backwards, uh, off of the stump. Um, and you take two points of bleeding. You take two points of bludgeoning damage. You imagine your friend throwing a ball at you so hard it one fifth killed you. I mean, can you even imagine? Yeah, seven feet tall and your friend throws the ball at you so hard, you're a fifth more dead. Yeah. When I have this idea of like, what if it was a battle royale season, all wizards starting at level one? And then I looked at your guys HP and I was like, this maybe was a bad idea. We are made of gelatin. You are gelatin boys. Uh, as the ball kind of rolls to a halt next to you, uh, Grecan yells, I'm not yet satisfied. It is your ball, Laura. Hmm. Excellent. All right. I've returned to my post. Okay. See, Goliath is very competitive, but cheating or any sort of like trickery or anything would be super, uh, out of line. So I'm not trying to like reinvent the wheel here. I just got to keep taking my chances. That's a one. That's actually a net and a one that I rolled there. Um, you. This was not supposed to be a defining moment for this character, but it's like he's, he's now failed so badly now. I, it feels like a trajectory, like a, some path of destiny has been forged here by his terrible, terrible inability to beat Grecan at go ball. He, he catches the ball effortlessly. Um, and you, you put all the, the mustard on it that you could handle. Uh, he sighs and says, I'm sorry, this is just not sporting. It's not doing it for me. Um, perhaps just a normal battle would suffice. Uh, and he holds up a, uh, a hand towards the sky. And as he does so, a chunk of earth rips out of the ground. And he says, let's see if you can catch this. And he hurls it at you. Cool. Okay. Excellent. Uh, I will cast lightning lure, uh, to create a lash of energy that strikes one creature in front of my choice that I can see within 15 feet. I'm going to use lightning lure to try to deflect the, the stone. Uh, are you aiming at the stone or are you aiming at Grecan? I'm aiming at the stone. Okay. Cool. Um, make your, uh, make your attack roll here. Okay. Um, or is this a save situation? Maybe I can just be against, maybe the role is against Grecan, but the, you know, yeah, that's a good point. Yeah. Okay. Grecan will, uh, try and make this strength save. We're trying to beat strength 12. Um, that is a nine. Uh, your lightning lure, uh, what's it look like? It's like a, uh, uh, looks almost like a wisp of frost, like a, a, a breath that you exhale when it's really cold with more ice crystals in it. And it kind of crackles with what could only be described as a dark electricity. People have tried to describe it a different way, but yeah. I mean, it's cold electricity. But it's impossible. You can't try. You can't describe it in any way. Some things are more than words. Yeah. Some things you really have to see. Honestly, Griffin, my words can't do a judgment. Just as I won't even try. Uh, you have to see it to believe it. It's like trying to describe like a sixth dimension, Griffin. Sure. My mind can't possibly have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon. I'm not. This is what, uh, no, no, not to the blue corn, clave moon. Have I heard the wolf cry? Your lightning lure whips through the rock, uh, splitting it dramatically. The two lobes of this chunk of earth roll to either side of you. As you prepare a counter or to brace yourself as Grican leaps off of his stump, the battle, which has now drawn quite a crowd, is interrupted by a discordant eight toned horn sounding from above. And all Goliath eyes look upward to the flying island with the octave ziggurat on it. It is blocking out the sun, casting a shadow over the Goliath village here. And surrounding this floating island, 64 pinpricks of light appear in the sky over the structure, whirling in a circle around the island before dispersing and falling to the ground like meteorites. And, Lorovith, you see an eight sided crystal soar towards where you are standing. And as it approaches, uh, you're holding your breath. You see it zooming towards you before curving at the very last second to land in the hands of Grican, root picker. And he looks down at it, looks up at you and just bellows a big hearty laugh. He says, Perhaps we should put up at ease. Squabbles aside, it would seem the gods have chosen the victor for us. So what happens then? I mean, I'm just watching. You got this crazy crystal. I'm on, I'm on pins and needles over here, Griff. The crowd assembled walks forward, and they begin to pierce at Grican to some sort of kneeling. This is a momentous occasion. And then there is a whizzing sound that cuts across the crowd. And instinctively, because of the goat ball you've been playing, you reach up your hand and catch an identical crystal from the sky. And Grican looks up at you with shock and a little bit of malice. Well, Grican, it seems you've spared the laminters the work of exiling you. He stands and says, Fuck you, dude. Here's what he says. He says, come back, because more of it says, first to the conclave wins. No, wait, hold on. It's not for two days. You take off running towards the meeting point described on the crystal. And now this this scene, whatever magic is sort of like going through your your memories of the past few days, it zooms forwards, leading up to your ferrying across the crystalline still waters of Locke Reach, where the octave ziggurat and its artificial surrounding island had sort of temporarily docked. And this vision goes through the moment you sort of passed through these 64 stone archways carved into the underside of the island. And then through your passing through this padded door, sitting down beside your stone effigy, exploring your past. And then you have the like really disorienting feeling as your memories catch up to the present moment, leaving you back in the seat, facing your marble doppelganger as it slowly extends its hand and you hear the voice say, Aspirant by your participation in the conclave, you abandoned the world and its ways as you know them within these walls truths concerning the fundamental underpinnings of the fold itself will be illuminated to you. You will never again walk the world in the manner you are accustomed after understanding the world in this way. If you agree to these terms, grasp the hand of your effigy. May I see one thing first? Go right ahead. Grakhan was extremely lucky that day. I wanted to make clear eight out of nine times I would have caught both of those. He was extremely lucky and that was a great deal of time. There's a pause. You hear. Should you have chosen other memories you would have seen a much different scene. This is all I wish to say. That voice pauses for a moment and then you hear it say. It shall be very exciting to watch the two of you squash your beef. That's what he says. That's exactly what he says. He says squash your beef. Yeah. But that's like a Goliath term. It's like it doesn't. It literally means like hitting each other's meat. Like it doesn't mean what it means. Two meaty men slapping meat. Two meaty Goliath. Smash and beef. Smash it earth colored meat. What do you do? The statue's hand is sort of stretched out in front of you asking you to agree to these terms. I give it a big meaty firm henshey. OK. You reach forward and grasp the the stony hand before you and a silent moment passes and then those black Onyx eyes begin to rattle and again emit a blinding flash of light. Dad. In yet another separate but identical trial chamber. You release the hand like appendage of your stone effigy having now agreed to its first two conditions. And once again the statue's arm grinds back upwards over its chest as the column at the center of the room rotates revealing a final version of you. And this one is sort of the most startling. It is an older version of you but not like worn down and weary looking. You know how some people get when they get a little bit older. Do you know. No. I have no idea. What you're talking about. Sometimes down as the body ages the light leaves the eyes. Yes. The them the vigor is. I choose not to accept that inevitability. OK. That's good. That's good. We're talking about me dad. Talk about me. OK. You're being very kind. Thank you. I see. OK. I see you. This is this is not a frail version of yourself. This is this is in in in many ways this is you perfected. You see carved onto your body are robes etched with these meticulously drawn runes. One thing about this this particular effigy stands out while the statues is still carved of white marble like the others with the onyx eyes. It is also wearing what looks like a gauntlet of finely woven leather that reaches up past its elbow like joint a real gauntlet not a part of the carving. I keep saying like a hand like an elbow like because the figure you're sitting before is distinctly not human. So dad can you describe hell granite and introduce your character please. Yeah hell granite is a tricheen an insectoid race. Walks on two legs has two regular arms and then two smaller arms beneath them. It also has a tail like a scorpion like a scorpion stinger. He is he has of course a carapace. What is it. Kite nor Chaitan I guess I always say Kite and I've never bothered to look up if that's OK. But I say that word a lot on this show in particular and I don't think it's one of the many things I've been corrected on. It's iridescent. It's kind of like depending on how the light hits it kind of orange or gold. There's a little bit of green in there. And you know big great big eyes couple of antenna mandibles. Love it. Of course that of a mouth. Got to have the mandibles. That's mandatory mandibles. Yeah. Sure. That's what I call that. And he is one of the scrich which is kind of the colony of Thrakeen that he belongs to. Amazing. Which one of those aspects that gives you heroic inspiration to start this. Oh don't get it. Don't get it twisted. He's he does have heroic inspiration. I see that you've marked it on your sheet. You made a character so good you're like I kicked so much ass. I'm going to give myself a point of inspiration. He's inspired himself. I don't know what you're talking about. There's no heroic inspiration on there. That's so great. OK. Hellgram you look up to this this carving of your perfected sort of insectoid form. And you hear that voice rumble through the walls once again. And it says the octave thanks you sincerely for your vulnerability in these matters. You have but one more vision to face before concluding the trial of divination. And well this one's everyone's favorite. It is a vision of one possible future. The one that awaits you atop the ziggurat. Should you outlast your three score and three competitors. A few consent to receive this vision. Gaze into the eyes of the statue before you. The exit is also available. But you'd be off your nut to leave at this point. What do you do. That can't that's not your voice right. I thought dad you have to understand when you told me that you're playing insectoid trachein and you were like get ready. I thought when you went that was the voice you had chosen for the character for the whole season. I understand. But no that would be very difficult. Sure. I think Hellgram it's very hesitant. He's not that trusting a soul. But eventually he does look into the eyes. And do you resist the psychic force that you feel upon you. Infra penny in for a pound. No. OK. Bring it on. Cause you look up into the eyes of your effigy and you are somewhere very far away now. This world the fold is this just defined by its magical abundance. It is a place where everyone to some extent possesses some supernatural thing that nobody else can do. You Hellgram it like every other aspirant here. You are familiar with the like flavor of magic. Like what it feels like to break some some physical rule of reality. In the vision you are experiencing where you have claimed victory in the conclave and become one of the all powerful octave. This vision you are feeling it is not this usual flavor of magic. You know this is something completely different. You feel a touch of Godhood. And right away you you have the thought that it you know this vision is making the power that you wield the spell that you have sort of practiced furiously feel pointless and insignificant. It is a trick and this is not a trick or like a repertoire of tricks. This is a a communion with the primal energies of magic. You can quite literally do anything. Hellgram it you've just won the conclave. What do you do? Hellgram it returns to the screech returns to the colony from whence he came. There are just like describe where the screech the screech live. Is it a hive situation? Is it a high more of it's almost like an anthill. It's I mean it's massive and he goes into the tunnels that are all these different chambers as we'll find out this is where he got his start. It just is one of the lowly worker screech tending to the eggs in in the nursery they were called the bleh. These were he was he was one of the bleh. OK, do you have to say it like that? Bleh. Yeah. OK, cool. Yeah. Bleh. But now seething with power as he walks through the tunnels and the the passageways the the other screech are drawn to him. Oh, for sure, dude. For some mysterious just kind of follow him. I mean, not for some mysterious reason. I should make this clear. You are now one of the octave. You are one of the eight arch wizards of the realm. You are not strictly a God, but I think thought of very much as a a conduit to, you know, some sort of divine magical power and the fact that a thrykeen has won the conclave. It is like, I mean, it's the it's the end of a Star Wars movie in here. There's jubilation and fireworks and instruments made out of mushrooms and shit. People are very excited about your your return. So he he actually followed by this this mob walks into the chamber of the queen. Huge, great, big, gigantic chamber. And the queen is being tended to by smaller screech, you know, fussing over her. And hell, grandma walks right up to her. But then turns his back on her well. And addresses the crowd and says, brother and sister and screech. I come before you a changed individual. I am here, see even in with power with magic, lots and lots of it, like a buttload of magic. And I feel it is time for the screech to attain their place in this world. I am going to share this magic with all of you. I am going to elevate your power and we can take our place as a mighty race. But before we can do that, I must have the mandate of all this screech. And to gain this mandate. And he turns back to face the queen and says, we must overthrow the matriarchy and make me the king of the screech. Without sweating your intrusion here and the mob that has formed the queen of the screech, the brood mother, a massive sort of indeterminate insect, Queen Larvosa gestures towards you and says, sees him. And suddenly a moment later, there are a dozen soldier ants, all wielding spears, all wearing the armor of their defeated insect enemies. They all charge you and try to hold you still with their spears. What do you do? I am going to repulse them. Actually, I'm going to incapacitate them. I don't want to kill anybody. Well, what spells does he have at his command? You can do anything. You have control over all magic that has ever or will ever exist. If you we don't need to stick to 5e rules here, if you don't want to, I mean, or if you want to showcase your talent or whatever. This is an opportunity for you to do whatever the fuck you want. I am not going to worry about. Make water. I then I am going to turn to all these soldiers and mentally command them. Put down your weapons and stay your hands. There is there is no resistance at all. They all they all drop their spears. I wish not to use this power on the rest of you. I want you to come to me willingly, throw off the mantle of being drones and rise with me, friends. A little are you with me? A little flea man raises his hand. Sorry. Aren't you mind controlling them right now, which is kind of like drone drone business. I wish not to control you, my friend. I want you to come to me willingly. And if you say, yeah, you will be the first of my converts. Oh, hell yeah. Yeah, let's go. Oh, you're in. Let's go, baby. You're in. He hops forward. Juice me up. What's your name? Tyler. It really is a bug's life. Tyler Flea. What about the rest of you? What about the rest of you? Are you with me? Ralph. I didn't I didn't mean you know what your name is. I'm Godzilla. D&D rules. It's me, Zora. They all approach. I mean, this this this mob was following you at first with like almost sort of fan like fervor, and now it has definitely morphed into something else. They see this this flea man supplicate himself to you and how thoroughly you have controlled all these soldier ants and like everyone just walks forward and is just trying to sort of touch the him of your garment. And Larvosa from the the dais on which she has sort of settled. She laughs and she says, Hill Grammett Hill Grammett. Once again, controlling the bugs. Your society that you plan to build is not a righteous one. Hell, Grammett, you only know control only know how to control the bugs. This is no ant farm, hell, Grammett. So you do not willingly surrender the crown to me. Am I correct? Make an intimidation check and I will give you advantage because you're a God man bug. Use your inspiration, Dan. Use your parochial. Well, there's Levin. And there is a 20, a dirty 20. Dirty 20. Okay. She reaches up with one of her many long spindly limbs and plucks the crown off of her head. And she starts to hand it towards you. And then she says, would you show me one last time? The infestation. Now, well, yes, as a matter of fact, I will. And he concentrates and from his hand comes a swarm of smaller insects kind of swirling around, hovering in his hand like a mini tornado of these mites. She looks up at it, fascinated, and she slides the crown over to your feet. And then she looks up at you, Hellgrammat. And it is very strange because you, to some extent, know that you are having this vision, that you are seated in a room in the past and just sort of like witnessing this event. But as she looks at you, Hellgrammat, you get the sense that she is looking at you. Looking at this. You get the sense that she is staring intently at the you that is seated in this room of the trial of divination. And she says, you could have been anything and you chose this. And you gasp and regain your senses as you break eye contact with your perfect effigy. And the voice calls out and says, aspirant by your participation in the conclave, you invite death's shadow to fall upon you. You are extraordinarily likely to perish during these oncoming trials. You may lose your life. But what is that worth? Now that you know what your life could be. If you agree to these final terms, grasp the and like appendage of your effigy. And he immediately grabs it right away. No hesitation as suddenly as you grasp it. Um, there is no flash of those onyx eyes as was the case during those first two sort of agreements. Instead, just as quickly as you grab the hand, the effigy's hand grabs yours. The stony fingers wrap around your, your, your palm and the leather straps that make up this gauntlet that your effigy is wearing begins slithering like snakes off of its arm and onto your arm, starting to sort of weave and reform this padded glove and these woven bindings tightly around your, your wrist and your forearm. And then you see a round leather plate rear up over your elbow. Uh, and as it does so, it reveals a thin metal probe on its underside. And the way that it is reared back, the way this needle is glistening, it is quite similar to a scorpion getting ready to sting. And it slams down into your elbow and your ulnar nerve, your funny bone lights up like a Christmas tree and you lose consciousness immediately. When the three of you awaken, you are lying face up on a soft carpet of grass, peering upward at a cloudy afternoon sky. As you rise, you see your fellow aspirants coming, uh, coming to all around you. 64 wizards lie in a semi-circle on the central lawn of the ziggurat, all facing the building's central structure. It is a tiered fortress, a hundred yards wide built from smooth gray stone that curves and slopes at inscrutable angles. As you marvel at your proximity to, to this place, the very seat of the fold's magic, you also notice as you sort of glance in your periphery that the island is no longer floating in the waters of Locke reach. It apparently took flight during your slumber. The island is sailing through the air. And remembering your slumber, you inspect your arm where indeed a leather gauntlet has been fastened quite snugly. It's a beautiful, beautifully crafted piece of light armor with one strange feature on the back of the glove is a hard plate dotted with these metal ringed holes. And you identify them as mounts or settings for gemstones, which is a conclusion that you all draw as you realize that one of these holes has already been filled with a cloudy white stone about the size of a strawberry. You look up from your gauntlets as a door slams open from one of the higher tiers of the ziggurat and all 64 heads snap to attention as eight figures file out the eight arch wizards of the octave hold court above you all. And a bald, wispy man, clearly the eldest of the group, steps forward to the edge of the tier and his regalia is just flapping in the wind. And he says, Welcome aspirants. I am first octave ocean and I am pleased to welcome you properly to the conclave. As I look around me, I feel a great peace knowing my replacement shall be chosen from such a capable assembly of majors. All 64 of you have passed the trial of divination as is customary for these conclaves. You have all agreed to the terms and conditions of this contest as has every wizard who has ever been invited here. But now it is time for the second trial to begin. And this one historically is unpleasant for aspirants. We have arrived at the moment where our warnings become manifest. And the wheel meets the road. You must steal yourselves wizards. Your very survival depends upon it. And immediately, ocean is silhouetted in bright red light as the clouds far above the ziggurat explode outward in a circle, forming these concentric rings of clouds across the sky like ripples following a stone's throw into a lake. And right where the clouds burst from. You see a fireball the size of a city block and merge and begin to fall in your direction. Maximum Fun, a work-grown network of artist-owned shows, supported directly by you.