Threadbare

Unsafe Sects 3

Pastor Elpy Hatecraft lingered for a moment more, dwelling on the artifacts of an antediluvian nature retrieved from the very depths of what in aeons past had been a submarinic trench. The local peasantry had mistaken it for a mere lake, and more ignoramuses they, for It was clearly a hoary relic from a bygone age, when squamous tentacles reached forth deep from umbral places beneath the earth, to rend and manipulate the soil and the geography about them. Lake? Bah! The Brobdingnagian body of water the quaint and curious locals referred to as Lake Marsh deserved a far more Sesquipedalian surname. He had a few in mind, but hed been waiting until the engraver got back to him with quotes, for changing all the signposts.

Unfortuitously, the engraver wasnt a member of his society of forbidden lore (and bingo twice a week,) or else he could have offered elevation into the highest eldritch mysteries of the Society of indefatigable exploration of the unknown elder antiquities. Namely, the bleachers that Hatecraft permitted the most elevated brethren to utilize while they observed the chamber of blasphemous conception, during the rite of manifestation.

But all that, as had many of his more enabling and eminently profitable plans, had evaporated like morning dew as inaction turned to action, and hed awoken from his late-night slumber to the tintinnabulation of bells, bells, bells, and the somewhat unanticipated revelation that a revolution had occurred, thanks to the brethren and sistren on watch receiving the long-awaited sign that great YGlnargleblah, an inscrutable entity that Hatecraft had chosen specifically for his dormancy and turpitude, was, in fact, engaging in unanticipated somnambulism.

Which was not Hatecrafts plan at all.

Load faster! Make haste! He commanded the beast, and it muttered and grumbled, in its loathsome way. The barbels on its cheeks twitched in time with its irritable susurration, its very existence evidence of an uncaring cosmos full of helpless gods, a form that offended the reasonable mans eye and raked at the very sanity of all logical onlookers.

Mainly it was the pants.

The brethren and sistren had put their foot down about that, they wanted YGlnargleblahs envoy to wear pants when he wasnt engaging in blasphemous rites. Which was absurdity of the first order, but they HAD insisted, and so the herald of the octopodlian apocalypse, the evidence irrefutable of the truth of YGlnargleblah, and the prominent celebrity in the rite of blasphemous conception now had to wear canvas shorts when he was off duty, as it were.

Initially concerned but somewhat relieved to find that this increased the eagerness of the female gender of the society to engage upon the rite of conception, Hatecraft had grudgingly agreed. He would have hated to give up his Saturday nights at the peephole, after all.

But the pants proved no hindrance to the primary usage that Hatecraft employed the thing from below the waves at this minute; namely, engaging in longshoremanship of a most mediocre quality. The beast dropped half the crates he loaded upon the boat, and Hatecraft was reduced to mere scrabbling at the sands in the hidden cove, uncovering every fallen coin from every shattered container, and ensuring that not a single silver candlestick or precious metal adornment that hed painstakingly milked from the societys coffers went astray.

The small bell he employed as both an early warning system and a doorknocker doled out its brazen peals, and Hatecraft hurled imprecations and threats at the beast, until it revolved its bulging, piscine eyes, and retreated to the depths of the dark cove, descending beneath the boat until such time as his viridian orbs and herring-enhanced exhalations could best be utilized for the purposes of intimidation.

Besides, when encountering a fellow ineffable lore-seeker, even one within the same blasphemous pantheon, it was best to have an ace kept in the proverbial hole.

Arranging his features into a pleasant countenance, Elpy Hatecraft pushed his spectacles up on his narrow face, and smiled at the stranger as she entered the cave below the church, escorted by half-a-dozen of his acolytes. And you would be Miss Mata, he greeted the woman, her robes jaundiced and unhealthy as doubtless was her quaint and curious obsession. Welcome to the true temple of the Society of indefatigable exploration of the unknown elder antiquities.

Thank you. Its good to be here, Said the woman. I had no idea this little cave was here, you cant really see it from the outside.

Elpy smiled, and gestured to the small hole in the wall where the lake entered, luxuriant with weeds and verdant marshgrass, offering concealment of the most fortuitous sort. Yes, thats the objective. Are you here to join our incipient revolution, my dear Miss Mata?

Actually I was wondering if you knew anything about a girl named Celia. Shes the Kings daughter.

Hatecraft found his angle of conversation entirely derailed. Intellect temporarily disengaged, he blinked at the shrouded woman from behind his spectacles, mouth opening to emit a rather undistinguished croak. Bu-what?

To his amazement, the woman started to twitch, and mutter in disjointed exclamations. You didnt know- Well she is, I saw him- of COURSE Im sure- Zuula knew. Zuula, please explain it- Hold on hes looking at me funny, I think its still on- She fell silent.

Hatecraft pulled of his spectacles, as his mouth moved, trying to make sense of the entirety of the inexplicable affair. Ultimately, he directed his gaze to the acolytes, who were looking at each other and whispering.

And to his horror, he realized that they were staring at the boat, encumbered to the brim with boxes, barrels, and crates, with a few shattered containers gleaming with unrevealed treasure in the dim green glowstone lanterns that hed had to rig extremely carefully to get just that right shade of eldritch.

Ascend the stairs forthwith, he told them. I can ensure that the treasury is moved to an infinitely more secure location myself, and I must communicate with the blessed messengers that are afflicting Miss Matas mentality in an insalubrious manner.

Daav turned to Phred. Wotd he say?

Ah, hes just moving the stash. And he wants to talk to the lady alone.

Aw, I wanted to watch, Mhorty sighed.

Psh, dont get greedy, its not even Saturday. And she might say no. Come on, lets get going then. Bye Pastor!

Farewell! Elpy flapped his hands at them, in the sacred sign of the guardian marshfowl that hed taught them early on in his theocratic regime. It looked impressive and did absolutely nothing save stretch the fingers, but it pleased the congregation nonetheless and a few of them even dropped their spears to return the sign.

With much clattering and a few lingering suspicious looks from some of the less-fervent acolytes at the boat full of treasure, the acolytes departed.

Hatecraft waited until he heard the door upstairs shut, and marched forward to Mata, shaking his finger in her face, chastening and intimidating simultaneously, he was certain. Youre no devotee of the Thing In Yellow! If you were, you would have surely drawn comparisons to this subterranean sanctuary to the lake of Holi, in lost Corcasa!

I never said I was a devotee to anyone, said Mata, returning his gaze unblinking, eyes just visible through her veil. Im a little confused about why your cult thought road signs were significant.

Hatecraft smiled. And now Im certain that youre no cultist. We dont call ourselves by such plebian apellations. Tell me, Miss Mata, what brings you to Outsmouth? Are you perhaps here to spy on our holy revolution?

She still didnt blink. Im trying to find news about my little girl. But I dont think shes here. Shes the kings daughter, and Im worried about her.

Now, and only now, Elpy blinked. That wasnt the alibi he was expecting an agent provocateur to operate underneath. He pulled back from her, retreating to rally his ruminations, and best consider the concepts to conjugate. You claim to be a mistress of royalty, then? A jilted mother, seeking her royal bastard?

I dont think you should talk that way about Celia. Please apologize.

Celia? You claim to be Princess Cecelias maternal originator? Elpy laughed. Unless youre Amelia Gearhart under there, that statement is magnificent within its ludicrousness. If I were you, I would observe your perambulation warily around such worrisome embellishments.

I never claimed to be her mother. Her mothers dead. Shes my little girl, thats all.

Mmm. Madness, then. Insanity and fixation fortunately I know all about such afflictions. Elpy spread his arms wide, convinced he was dealing with a madwoman. I think, that I can recommend religion. Youve already paid your dues, as it were, he nodded to the boat. Would you enjoy true enlightenment?

No thank you. You lie to your friends too much. To his horror, the woman walked over to the boat and picked up a sack. And these are our coins. Why did you take them?

Wartime requisitioning, he snapped, hastening over and removing the sack of lucre from her grasping, gloved digits. A small fee to contribute to the coffers of the holy revolution.

Yes, but you didnt want that revolution to happen, Mata pointed out. So it looks an awful lot to me like youre using it as an excuse to steal.

A cold, nameless dread began to creep up Hatecrafts spine. His appendages numbed, as the air in the cove seemed to grow malign, and arctic, almost gelid to his frantic inhalations. What did you say? he whispered.

We read your diary. We know you wanted to be important, so you came here to research the old one, and try to get people to do what you told them to do. Then you found the monster, and IT did what you told it to do. And thats when you killed the old priestess and the librarian.

How Elpy rubbed his forehead. His diary! Hed completely forgotten about that aggravating tome during the relocation of his quarters to a location more suiting to his magnificence! So what? Youve only sealed your fate! He hissed, striding forward to admonish the woman, ignoring her inscrutable arrogance. With one word to my faithful they would engage in your agonizing and ultimately lethal defenestration!

Im sure thats very bad, but Zuulas talking with them now, and showing them the book. I dont think theyre very faithful any more. Theyre pretty mad, to be honest.

Hatecrafts mouth snapped shut. He looked up at the wooden ceiling above, noting for the first time the creaking of footsteps on the church floor above. Many footsteps. And just audible above them, a low, ugly muttering. The sort of muttering simple rural fisherfolk do when they find out that their savior and prophet is just a pathetic basement-dwelling nice guy with some kinks involving calamari.

Who are you! He bellowed into the unblinking womans veiled face. Take off your mask!

Mask? She said, as she tilted her head quizzically. I wear no mask.

Silence, for a long moment.

Youre, er, youre wearing one right now, Elpy pointed out.

Oh, that. Technically its a veil.

Elpy had had ENOUGH. Great Cmpylyahs Curse on your Constitution! Dark Bolt! he screamed, blasting her backwards with eldritch lightning!

A red 99 escaped into the sky, and she staggered, and fell to one knee. Elpy ripped the veil away from her face-

-to look upon charred wood. Ah. An animator, he sneered, kicking the crippled puppet to the sand. So that wasnt a lie, at least. Clever. I would hunt your real embodiment down, but my chronological excess is approaching its end, in this approximate location. I think I shall employ the egress, and leave you to enjoy the consequences when this towns inevitable doom approaches, whether it be from eldritch consequences or more mundane genocide. He hopped on the boat, gave three knocks.

The water churned, then stopped. Hatecraft frowned, and knocked harder.

No, dont go anywhere, The charred wreck of the mannequin said. Not after we went to all this trouble to come to you.

With a surprised warble, the beast burst from the water, trousers rent and dripping.

And to Hatecrafts astonishment, he was followed by three dripping, weed-covered, unnatural little forms

*****

Threadbare charged out of the water, dropping the stone that hed used to weigh himself down when he walked along the bottom of the lake.

Beside him, Garon did the same time. From his back, Madeline pointed at the really big fishman theyd run into under the boat. Back off, scaly! She shouted.

Threadbare opened his mouth to say something to Hatecraft, but water came out instead.

This could be troublesome, he thought, as Hatecraft shrieked and threw black lightning at him. Fortunately, the little bear was small and nimble.

Your Dodge skill is now level 8!

He needed to get his mouth clear, and the guy wasnt giving him time to do it. So Threadbare decided to try one of his little used tricks. He leaped forward, onto the boat, and hugged the guys outstretched arm. Golden light flared

You have healed Elpy Hatecraft for 110 points!

Your Innocent embrace skill is now level 12!

but Elpy had a surprisingly good will, for someone who had so thoroughly failed to resist his own urges. Or maybe Threadbare just needed more practice.

Your Fascination skill was resisted!

Get off! Evacuate! Elpy screamed, shaking his arm. But the little bears strength was much more than the cultists. Threadbare spat water into his face, trying to clear his voice for speech.

Fevered Strength! the cult leader hissed, and Threadbares arms slipped as the thin man bulged with muscles. Then the little bear was flying backward, hitting the wall of the cavern, and bouncing to a stop.

Dark Chant! Hatecraft roared, as he grabbed a gaff hook and leaped out of the boat. And from everywhere and nowhere, from the place between the worlds, carried on ineffable winds from places no man was meant to see or hear, came words that were terrible in their strangeness. IO! IO FORTRAN! CMPYLYAH RPL WEBQL NPL FORTRAN!

Even Threadbare, with his strong mental fortitude, felt his sanity escape as the chant tore at his mind

Meanwhile, on the beach, Garon and Madeline faced off against an eight-foot, scaly being. It had the head of a catfish, with glowing green eyes, and a blubbery layer of fat over way too many muscles. Initially freaked out over their appearance, it now seemed to be getting angry. WRRBLGLRGLE BLAH! The thing spat, standing legs akimbo, its baggy pants brushing the ground.

Burninate it! I got yer back! Madeline yelled. Endure Faiah! Manipulate Faiah!

Garon hosed the fishman down with water, as he tried to speak.

Oh. Madeline said. Shed kept her mouth shut no problem underwater, but the plush toys well, they WERE pretty porous, werent they? Uh oh.

Then Garon twisted and jumped to the side, as the fishman kicked at them, and Madeline, with her substandard ride skill, went flying. Mothafuckah! She ate sand, and picked herself up, just as the chant started. No! She howled, as the alien words ripped through her head... Not again!

On the other side of the cavern, Threadbare winced, as a Dark Bolt ripped through him, sending a red 47 into the air. Then Elpy was upon him, stabbing down with the gaff hook. Threadbare dodged again, tried to clear his throat, but couldnt. His friends were losing heart, as the dark words ripped sanity from them, he saw blue numbers flowing up and away, way too big in Madelines case. He had to stop that. But how?

The gaff hook caught him square on, impaling him through the gut.

Your Golem body skill is now level 22!

Your Toughness skill is now level 16!

Max HP +2

The bear grabbed the spear, and started to pull himself up. Elpy shrieked, and started battering him against the stones, the beach, whatever he could reach. It damaged the little bear, but the golem kept up his inexorable climb.

And as he did so, the answer came to him.

I dont know if this will work, Mata said, in her creaky, mildly-charred voice, But this is my Emboldening Speech. Elpy froze, and looked toward the dummy. This man and his monster have been doing bad things and lying to the people they should be helping. So lets stop them. Theres no way hes tougher than the ogre, and you did great on that.

Your Emboldening Speech skill is now level 8!

To Elpys horror, the puppets straightened up, and the sanity escaping them shrunk and slowed. His abomination, however, clutched its skull, as the dark chant continued its work. The beast never HAD been immune to the blasphemous sanity-over-time spell.

Then furry paws seized Hatecrafts fingers, and pain ripped through his hand as bone snapped. Fevered Zeal granted strength, yes, but at a cost to constitution. He hurled the spear, and the bear free

and the bear threw itself off the spear, yelled Fancy Flourish! In a still-waterlogged voice, caught the wall with strong legs, and fell to the ground, landing on both feet and whipping the spear around in a dazzling display.

Threadbare smiled as he saw a green 12 escape from Hatecraft. He smiled more as skill-ups flew by.

Your Fancy Flourish skill is now level 7!

Your Work it Baby skill is now level 31!

Too many foes! Hatecraft started toward the dolls on the beach, charging them while their backs were turned-

Fight me, Threadbare invited. I challenge you!

Your Challenge skill is now level 4!

Hatecraft wasnt distracted. He kicked at Madeline, but his foot came nowhere near her, as the challenge debuff threw his aim off. She dodged, and shouted Call Faiah! Red fire, not properly eldritch at all, licked up from her hand and hit him in the crotch. Hatecraft staggered back, shot a look at Threadbare, who was examining the gaff hook.

This is sort of a blade, isnt it? Threadbare asked, his throat finally clear of water. He studied the double-sided spear blade carefully.

What? Hatecraft wheezed, batting at his burning balls.

Threadbare brought the spear down hard on a rock, so hard that the little teddy bear bounced into the air.

CRACK!

The spear blade broke off. Threadbare walked over and tossed it into the air. Animus Blade, he said, as it whirled. Invite broken spear thing.

Your Animus Blade skill is now level 9!

Technically its a gaff, Hatecraft hissed, his grammar offended at the improper education displayed in this plebian plushie.

Yeah, its a gaffe all right! Madeline yelled. And you made it! Whoops! She went flying backward as the abomination managed to boot her a good one. Ow! then AGH! as the dark chant swelled, and another blue number ripped from her skull. Little more encouragement here boss?

Threadbare charged Hatecraft, as the reverend recovered from his roasting and seized up a board with a nail in it. The two fought, claw to wood, as the little bear shouted emboldening speech after emboldening speech.

Meanwhile, Garon bit at the catfish thing, ripping its pants and tearing into its scaled flesh. But the thing was tough, and though it was slow, the few hits it managed to land popped seams and burst stuffing.

Garon needed his skills, and he couldnt get to them, his throat and mouth were choked with water. His superior air capacity worked against him. The Dark Chant wasnt hitting him so bad, at least, it seemed like high dragons were resistant to that sort of thing, but even with Threadbares speeches it would soon take Madeline out of commission unless they could shut down the cultist.

Then Garon felt a familiar weight on his back, after he danced around the catfish mans latest lunge. Madeline.

Gar, do you trust me? The wooden doll yelled.

Gurgleglub! Blarfle! Garon spat water, and settled for nodding.

Good. Bloodsuckah! And Garon froze, as he felt tiny fangs rip into his neck

Across the way, Threadbare staggered as Hatecraft broke the club over his head. The nail ripped his hat off, and tore a wide stretch of his hide open. The cloth flopped over his eyes, and he staggered back, temporarily blinded and feeling the blackness come on as the stuffing spilled from his head. Mend Golem! he yelled, three times to be sure.

Your Golem body skill is now level 23!

Your Toughness skill is now level 17!

Max HP +2

Your Mend Golem skill is now level 3!

You have healed yourself for 65 points!

Your Mend Golem skill is now level 4!

You have healed yourself for 68 points!

Your Mend Golem skill is now level 5!

You have healed yourself for 68 points!

G-g-g-golems? Hatecraft spluttered, staring in disbelief. His calves were a bloody wreck, but Zeal and fear kept him on his feet. Inconceivable!

Yes. Golems, Threadbare said, raising his bloody claws again. Surrender. I dont want to kill you. But you have to stop all this.

Burninate! Came Garons bellow across the way, and the fishman roared as he cooked. Ow ow ow! Garon yelled, until Madeline scooped the flames from him and threw them away.

Mend Golem, Threadbare threw his way-

Your Mend Golem skill is now level 6!

You have healed Garon for 74 points!

-but the moment of inattention cost him.

Dark Bolt! Hatecraft screamed, and threw eldritch lightning at the wounded teddy bear

lightning that crackled and faded away.

Your Magic Resistance skill is now level 7!

All right, then. Threadbare waded in, claws swiping, watching his skill rise as Hatecraft backed up, hit points slashed down bit by bit.

But the pastor sneered, and grabbed up the haft of the broken spear. Unholy Smite, he said, and dark energy flowed into the improvised staff.

Then his eyes went wide, as a tiny little squeaky voice shouted from the stairs. I can do stuff like that too! Holy Smite! yelled Fluffbear. And with Mopsy warbling a battle cry, the mounted bear charged him from behind.

There you are! Threadbare sighed, as he tag-teamed Hatecraft, ducking under the mans erractic blows. Wheres-

Fifty pounds of the gods perfect killing machine emerged from the shadows of the stairwell and pounced on the distracted fishmans back.

Pulsivar had his priorities, and if he was gonna kill anything down here, it was going to be the guy who smelled like baked fish, okay?

The dark chant faltered and faded, as the enemies finally fell.

And when the angry mob of former cultists worked up the courage to head downstairs, they found a pile of battered toys doing their best to convince Pulsivar that he probably shouldnt eat the dead fishguy.

He might be eldritch, after all. That shit could be contagious.

You survive! Zuula said, emerging from the crowd of cultists. Good. Had devil of time convincing Pulsivar to go into dark basement full of bad words.

Yeah, what was that chanty thing? It sounded nasty, Fluffbear squeaked, raising her voice to be heard as in the background the congregation took turns kicking Hatecraft. All but a few of the women, who were sitting next to the fishman and crying.

Some cultist stuff, I guess, Said Garon, whistling. Ah. Thanks for the amateur tracheotomy, he told Madline.

Anytime, Madeline burbled, and grinned. It had taken some doing to gnaw through to his flooded throat and let the water drain, but it had paid off.

Oh, let me fix that, Threadbare said.

No need, said Garon. Blood is he clutched his chest, where his hidden pouch full of gold coins was. But his words trailed off, as impulses hed never felt before told him whoa now. Actually why dont you fix that. Yeah, no need to waste gold- his eyes opened wide. I leveled! Sweet Nurph, I get plus twenty five to stuff? Oh fucking wow!

Right. That settles that, Madeline said.

What? Garon asked.

Tell ya later. She patted him. Oooh, got a few levels myself. Vampaiah level five, good to seeya again.

But Threadbare wasnt listening. He was too busy watching his own level-ups scroll by.

You are now a level 11 Cave Bear!

+10 CON

+10 WIS

+5 Armor

+5 Endurance

+5 Mental Fortitude

You are now a level 4 Duelist!

+3 AGI

+3 DEX

+3 STR

You are now a level 5 Duelist!

+3 AGI

+3 DEX

+3 STR

You have unlocked the Parry skill!

Your Parry skill is now level 1!

You have unlocked the Swashbucklers Spirit skill!

You have unlocked the Swinger skill!

Your Swinger skill is now level 1!

You are now a level 8 Golemist!

+5 INT

+5 WILL

You are now a level 7 Ruler!

+3 CHA

+3 WIS

+3 LUCK

Threadbare stared, sitting down hard. My goodness. Wait, swinger? Is swinging good?

The women around the fishmans corpse cried harder, for some reason. This is neither the time nor the place, okay? Marva said.

Er, right. Status. Help Ah, thats what it does. Ropes and chains and things. Okay. He frowned. Chandeliers? Im not sure what those are.

Big piles of pointy wood that stupid vampaiahs hang over their heads in theah castles, Madeline said, strolling over. The smaht ones use metal.

Oh. Well I can swing from them really easily now, Said Threadbare. I suppose that might be useful.

Zuula relieved that you got dat particular usage of de word. She said, heading over to the group. What you do here?

I tried to get him to surrender.

He know de score. Cult angry. Dey just kill him anyway. Why you kill fishman, dough?

Well, he attacked us, Garon said. If hed surrendered I would have let him back down, but then, well, he got Pulsivard.

Pulsivar burped. His breath smelled fishy, but he still cast envious looks at the fishmans corpse. The guy had been delicious, and the bobcat wanted him some more of that.

I have a question, Missus Fluffbear said.

Sure. Whats- Threadbare froze. Hold on. A spirit wants to talk. Speak with Dead.

The world shifted. The former cultists went silent, and shifted uneasily, looking at the somewhat even creepier cave, and Daav cleared his throat. Well uh, well just take the bodies up, and uh be off, shall we? Yes, why dont we. They beat feet upstairs, bearing Hatecraft and the fishman with them.

Hello? Threadbare asked.

Yo, a strange voice said from the direction of the underground lake. It was deep and smooth, and like all of the dead, it spoke to their minds and not their ears. Whats up? Whyd you murder me, little dudes?

Youre not Hatecraft. Threadbare frowned.

Who? Oh, the weird little mean guy? Naw, son, naw.

That leaves one person. Are you the fishman?

I guess so. Yeah, thats a good word for me.

Why did you fight us? Garon asked.

Buncha freaky ass little monsters and a motherfucking miniature dragon come outta nowhere? Fff, like you wouldnt.

Ya got a point theah, Madeline said.

Why did you help the evil cultist hurt all these people? Fluffbear said.

Was that what he was doing? Didnt look like it to me, The fishman said, poking his head up from the water where hed been resting his ectoplasm. It was hard to tell with that guy. He was intense. And I never learned the language, so I didnt really know what his deal was.

Why dont you tell us what you do here? Zuula asked. You dont look eldritch to Zuula, but dere cult involved so she want full facts before we err on de side of smacking old ones.

Old ones? Nah, just one. My man YGlnargleblah. We be chilling with him under the sea. Used to rule around here, yknow? But the ocean over this place started shrinking, so when he said come with me if you want to live, we went.

Ocean? Theres never been an ocean around here, Garon said.

But Zuula was shaking her head. Dere was. Long ago. Way long ago.

Yeah, its been a while. So he called his children home, and weve been chilling in his airless realm of cool darkness ever since. But me, my family got on my case, wanted me to grow up and learn a trade. I tried to tell them music IS a trade and the band would take off any day now, but shit, man, they didnt listen. So I went exploring, trying to find some good seaweed I could harvest, or maybe some new kind of fish I could sell, and I found kind of a door. It dumped me out in this weird-ass place. It was rough for a while, and I got pretty sick. Crawled into this cave, thought I was gonna die. Thats when weirdo found me.

Called his children home Garon slapped his face with one paw. He wont call the cultists home at all. YOURE his children, not the human cultists.

Yeah. Wouldnt be a good place for humans, where I come from. Itd be kind of drowny.

So why you making fish babies? Zuula asked. You horny or something?

Gh. Yuk. Dont remind me. The fishman sighed. That little weird dude insisted I get it on with half this freaking village. Those smooth bodies, and- ulp- hair everywhere Blrp mf. Man, I guess Im glad ghosts cant vomit but I kind of want to, yknow? At least he started letting me have a bag I could put over their heads. I think he convinced them it was part of a ritual or something. And he kept summoning tentacles and things while I was trying to get it over with. Some messed up stuff, I tell you.

I dont understand, said Missus Fluffbear. Not any of that.

Well tell you later! The doll haunters chorused.

Fluffbear pouted. Well, okay. I had a question anyway-

Whoa. Im dissolving. Is this good? The fishman interrupted.

You going to you afterlife. Said Zuula. Is normal dead stuff.

But my afterlife aint here! The fishmans voice rose. How will YGlnargleblah find me!

Zuula considered. Soulstone him, Dreadbear.

What? Oh. Good idea. Soulstone.

Whats that? The fishman spirit walked out of the water, and stared. Dude, its like an angler trap, only a lot more interesting He reached out to touch it and flowed into the stone.

Weird, The soulstone pulsed blue. Its tight in here, but comfy.

We can put you into a new body, if you like, Said Threadbare, politely. Or we can take you to YGlnargleblahs circle. He seems to be acting up lately.

Oh, that ring of stones thing? Ive been looking for that! Its not in the lake anywhere, and its supposed to be underwater, thats what the old writings say.

Old writings from when ocean be here? Zuula asked.

Yeah.

See, dis why you not trust books. Ocean be long gone, remember?

Oh. Right.

Do you know why YGlnargleblah is awake? Madeline asked.

Hes awake? Aw shoot. I was worried hed notice me leaving. Hes like think of a really protective grandfather. He used to walk the world and get it on with hot scaly chicks back in the day, most of us are descended from him. Then that Konol guy, the new god, did his thing and YGlnargleblah had to go to the aether. So I think maybe YGlnargleblah finally came looking for me. Man, Im in so much trouble.

No so much, Zuula said. You dead now. But wait, more blood of yours is around.

The little nippers? Yeah, theyre cuties. Even if some of them have urg hair.

What will he do if he comes through the dolmen circle? Garon asked.

Who, YGlnargleblah? He cant. Not until the walls are way thinner and Konols all the way dead. But I guess he can stand on the edge and yell until I come back.

Okay, dat not add up, Zuula said. Zuula definitely had visions that humans be wiped out in a couple days, here. Mediocre old one standing on treshold and being cranky not do dat.

If not the old one, then perhaps something else? Threadbare asked. What could kill everyone here in a day?

They thought.

Thanks to Threadbares noblesse oblige boosting their int, they didnt have to think too hard.

This village, which recently rebelled against the Crown? And killed every garrison member who didnt run? And revealed their forbidden religious beliefs for all to see? Garon said, flapping his wings. Oh lordy, the armys on its way.

I still have a question, Fluffbear squeaked.

What? Threadbare turned to her, and everyone else glanced over.

Whats a paladin?

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A little later, the group came upstairs to the church. Smoke filled the air, and through the open doors they could see a burning pile of robes and fezzes. The fish children sat glumly around it, watching their tea party stuff burn. The now-regularly-clothed ex-cultists were standing around in small groups, talking. All save Marva, who was sitting on a stone bench, with two of the little fish children curled up next to her, sleeping. Threadbare could tell they were asleep by the way their eyes didnt glow.

Hello sir, Marva cleared her throat as Threadbare walked out, cleaned from the fight. Immediately all eyes shifted to him. He coughed into one paw, nervously, as his Work It Baby skill shot up to its maximum level.

Ah, hello. I apologize for fooling you with the dummy.

No, no, its all right. We talked it over, and were just glad you showed us the truth. That man- Marva snarled the word, -tricked us all.

Oh. Well, yes. Um theres no easy way to say this. We think the armys coming to kill everyone here.

We know. Marva rocked her fishbabies.

You do? Madeline asked. Why you still heah, then?

We have nowhere to go. This is our home, and all we know is fishing. No other settlement would offer aid to people who used to be cultists, and with the kingdom as shrunken as it is, theres no civilized place to hide. The wars ground everyone down. And wed die in the wilds, if we tried that. Assuming the army just let us go.

Threadbare considered. He turned to his little group of toys. Are they right?

Yeah, Zuula said. King not hesitate to wipe out villages. Taylors Delve proof of dat, and wasnt any cult shenanigans involved.

The army will mow through this town like a scythe through wheat, Garon said. Most of these guys are level eight or under. I mean, were not much farther than that, after that fight, but weve got jobs and golem advantages over them.

Golem advantages. Threadbare rubbed his chin. Marva, I saw a lot of treasure on that boat below. Are there any reagents and crystals in there?

Why, yes. The trade mostly dried up since Catamountain closed, but we used to be quite the black market hub back in the day. The middle-aged fishwife smiled. We donated everything we had to the society but nobody was an enchanter so it went unused.

I see. Threadbare said. You have nowhere to run. How would you like to fight?

Fight for what? Marva said. Our pastors dead. We have no one to lead us.

You do, said Zuula, standing her full eight inches tall. Bend your knee and swear, and Dreadbear save you all! Then she went downstairs to smash open barrels full of loot from the boat, because she'd been right dammit.

The ex-cultists muttered. They discussed. And in the end, they decided, they had nothing left to lose.

One by one, with more trickling in from the rest of the town, including most of the folk who assumed theyd be slaughtered along with the cultists, the people gathered to place their hope and their dreams in the paws of one small teddy bear.

And on that day, Dreadbear, Lord of Outsmouth, first of his name, swore in subject after subject and gained three ruler levels.

Hed need them, for the ordeal ahead.

QUICK REFERENCE - THREADBARE'S NEW SKILLS

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Duelist Skills

PARRY

Level: 5 Cost: N/A Duration: Passive Constant

While you have your specialized weapon drawn, you have a chance of parrying any melee attack you are aware of.

SWASHBUCKLER'S SPIRIT

Level: 5 Cost: N/A Duration: Passive Constant

Your Charisma buffs your Cool.

SWINGER

Level: 5 Cost: N/A Duration: One minute per skill level

Activate this skill to buff your agility and climb skill while swinging from ropes, chains, chandeliers, etc...

Ruler Skills

IT'S GOOD TO BE KING

Level: 10 Cost: N/A Duration: Passive Constant

You gain a tiny fraction of experience whenever one of your subjects does. Experience gained from higher level individuals goes directly to leveling your ruler class. Experience gained from lower level individuals may only be utilized for King's Quest rewards.

KING'S QUEST

Level: 10 Cost: 20 Mox Duration: Permanent until changed

Decree a public quest. All your subjects within earshot may accept. Any who fulfill the quest reap the benefits of the quest immediately.

THREADBARE'S CHARACTER SHEET

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Name: Threadbare

Age: 5

Jobs:

Greater Toy Golem Level 12

Cave Bear Level 11

Ruler Level 10

Scout Level 6

Tailor Level 10

Model Level 7

Necromancer Level 10

Duelist Level 5

Animator Level 11

Enchanter Level 2

Golemist Level 7

Smith Level 5

Attributes:

Strength: 109 Constitution: 115 Hit Points: 288(358) Armor: 47(51)

Intelligence: 161 Wisdom: 175(181) Sanity: 336(445) Mental Fortitude: 37

Dexterity: 103(109) Agility: 97(109) Stamina: 210(288) Endurance: 57

Charisma: 98(129) Willpower: 144 Moxie: 242(343) Cool: 20(45)

Perception: 94 Luck: 80(86) Fortune: 174(250) Fate: 12(18)

Generic Skills

Brawling - Level 33 (+7)

Climb - Level 13

Clubs and Maces - Level 9

Dagger - Level 9

Dodge - Level 8

Fishing - Level 1

Ride - Level 8

Stealth - Level 10

Swim - Level 5

Greater Toy Golem Skills

Adorable - Level 30

Bodyguard - Level 6

Gift of Sapience - Level NA

Golem Body - Level 23

Innocent Embrace - Level 12

Magic Resistance -Level 7

Bear Skills

Animalistic Interface - NA

Claw Swipes - 22

Darkspawn - NA

Forage - 13

Growl - 2

Hibernate - 37

Scents and Sensibility - 18

Stubborn - 8

Toughness - 17

Ruler Skills

Appoint Official - Level NA

Emboldening Speech - Level 11

Identify Subject - Level 10

It's Good to be King - NA

King's Quest - Level 5

Noblesse Oblige - Level 20

Organize Minions - Level NA

Royal Audience - Level 15

Simple Decree - Level 8

Swear Fealty - Level NA

Scout Skills

Alertness - Level 1

Best Route - Level 1

Camouflage - Level 1

Firestarter - Level 4

Keen Eye - Level 2

Sturdy Back - Level 6

Wind's Whisper - Level 5

Tailor Skills

Tailoring - Level 45(51)

Clean and Press - Level 9

Adjust Outfit - Level 2

Model Skills

Call Outfit - Level 1

Dietary Restriction - Level 35 (+70 to all pools)

Fascination - Level 4

Flex - Level 14

Makeup - Level 1

Self-Esteem - Level 14

Strong Pose - Level 1

Work it Baby - Level 35

Necromancer Skills

Assess Corpse - Level 10

Command the Dead - Level 28

Deathsight - Level 6

Drain Life - Level 1

Invite Undead - Level 12

Mana Focus - Level NA (+10% to sanity)

Skeletons - Level 16

Soulstone - Level 24

Speak With Dead - Level 18

Zombies - Level 3

Duelist Skills

Challenge - Level 4

Dazzling Entrance - Level 8

Fancy Flourish - Level 7 (13)

Guard Stance - Level 8

Parry - Level 1

Swashbuckler's Spirit - NA (+12 to cool)

Swinger - Level 1

Weapon Specialist - Level 15 (Brawling +7)

Animator Skills

Animus - Level 29

Animus Blade - Level 9

Animus Shield - Level 1

Arm Creation - Level 6

Command Animus - Level 18

Creator's Guardians - Level 20

Dollseye - Level 17

Eye for Detail - Level 19

Magic Mouth - Level 17

Mend - Level 31

Enchanter Skills

Appraise - Level 9

Glowgleam - Level 1

Harden - Level 5

Soften - Level 1

Spellstore - Level 1

Golemist Skills

Command Golem - Level 1

Golem Animus - Level 6

Invite Golem - Level 2

Mend Golem - Level 6

Program Golem - Level 1

Toy Golem - Level 6

Wood Golem - Level 1

Smith Skills

Adjust Arms and Armor - Level 4

Refine Ore - Level 1

Smithing - Level 21

Equipment

Apprentice Tailor's Apron (+4 Armor, +4 Tailoring)(+1 Armor, Tailoring, from WIB)

Baggy Pants of Hammerspace (+5 AGL, +5 CHA, Allows hammerspace for one blunt weapon)(+1 AGI, CHA, from WIB)

Poor Quality Bling

Ringtail Master's Coat (+5 CHA, +5 LUCK, +5 Armor, +5 Fate)(+1 CHA, LUCK, Armor, Fate from WIB)

Rod of Baronly Might (+5 CHA, +5 WIS, +10 Cool)(+1 CHA, WIS, +3 Cool from WIB)

Yellow Belt of Bravado (+5 AGL, +5 DEX, +5 to the Fancy Flourish skill)(+1 AGL, DEX, Fancy Flourish from WIB)

Toy Top Hat (CHA +10)(+3 CHA from WIB)

Inventory

A Finely-Made Dagger (Dagger Level 5)

A Dungeon Core

Tailor's Tools

A small jewelry box full of reagents and crystals, most minor.

Minorphone (Enhances voice and social skills focused through it twice per day)

Quests

Save Celia

Unlocked Jobs

Berserker, Cleric, Cook, Cultist, Grifter, Spirit Medium, Tamer, Wizard

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