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[Action; outside 1765 Beaver Street]

I know a Red Mage with two thumbs that loves regain packages!

[Grinning and inserting the requisite dramatic pause for his joke, Red Mage turns both his thumbs in to point at himself.]

This Red Mage!

[Smiling, he opens up the package he's just received in recompense for living through the hellish nuclear apocalypse ( Read more... )

[Somewhere amid the rubble, Red Mage has managed to find a mostly intact soapbox.  Don't even ask how.  And RM knows exactly what is to be done with soap boxes.  Anyone passing through what he has surmised to have been the center of town will see him standing on top of it ranting and raving like the madman he clearly is.]

Citizens of Mayfield!  We ( Read more... )

[Action; outside 1765 Beaver Street]

Ah, it seems it's package time!  I wonder how much of my versatility the town has seen fit to restore this time...

[Red Mage begins opening his package.  It's small, and inside there's only a small picture of himself wearing a different outfit.  It promptly vanishes in his hand, and in a few moments he's decked ( Read more... )

[Phone; filtered from drones]

Well, it looks like the town has finally decided to give us a passable boss monster for a change.  It seems to be doing rather well for itself so far, but worry not!  I happen to be an expert on oozes, slimes, jellies, and all other manner of amorphous sticky crawling masses of goo.  Just listen to what I have to say, ( Read more... )

[Well, this is certainly new. Red Mage wakes up clad in a black tux and tails, in a bed that is clearly not his own and clutching a bouquet of roses for some reason. His free hand immediately reaches for his head to find a distinct lack of stylish plumed hat - which of course means he's got some utterly ridiculous looking hat hair going on. ( Read more... )

[Well, it seems there's a new law about being required to drink a big tall glass of milk every day.  While some of his neighbors have been blatantly ignoring Police Chief Milkman's most important new law, Red Mage has clearly decided that his alignment needs shifting a few more points in the Lawful direction.  And so, he will be following ( Read more... )

[Red Mage got another important regain back in the mail about a week ago, and now he's finally ready to implement the next part of his plan to escape Mayfield.  Which is to say, volunteering for and completing every stupid random quest the rest of the town is willing to give him.  He doesn't have his dice yet back, but with the Rite of Stat Swap ( Read more... )

[Having inhaled perhaps a little too deeply upon walking outside for the first time today, Red Mage heads straight back inside and hits the telephones.]

Citizens of Mayfield!  It is I, Red Mage!  I appear to have botched my Will save in a most spectacular fashion!  Which is strange, because I don't recall setting off any magical traps today or ( Read more... )

[Action; 1765 Beaver Street]

[Red Mage wakes up in his bed just like usual, but today he's feeling rather... different than usual.  Still, everything looks normal during his morning routine.  He puts his bathrobe on, takes a shower, heads downstairs, gets the paper, lights up his pipe...

Wait.

Since when does he smoke a pipe?]

Well, this is silly.  Why ( Read more... )