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[Crowley is sitting at his usual spot in the lobby, shuffling three cards idly. Should anyone approach him, they're welcome to play a little game of Hunt The Queen. Of course, the demon will cheat, but that's what demons do, at the end of the day. His journal is open beside him, so he can keep track of the going on about the castle]
My, you lot are dull today. I think the most interesting aspect of the day so far was that woman rhyming bitches with britches. So I guess it's up to me to find something entertaining for us all, hmm? This things I do for you lot.
Once upon a time, there was a king, who was looking for the best alchemist in his kingdom. In this land, poisons worked in an unusual way. If you took a poison, the only way to survive was to drink a stronger potion afterwards, the poisons would negate each other and you would live. If you took a weaker poison afterwards, both had their full effect and you would die. With me so far?
To decide who was best at creating poisons, the king held a contest. In each round, the alchemists would be paired off, each providing a vial of their own poison. Each would drink from their opponents flask, and then from their own. The survivor would go to the next round. Leaving the contest without participating would result in instant execution.
After a long series of contests, it was left between two final alchemists. The night before the competition, one alchemist managed to get hold of a sample of his opponents poison and realised to his horror it was much stronger than his own. And yet, he found a way to win the competition. How?
[[ooc: Open or over the journal]]
My, you lot are dull today. I think the most interesting aspect of the day so far was that woman rhyming bitches with britches. So I guess it's up to me to find something entertaining for us all, hmm? This things I do for you lot.
Once upon a time, there was a king, who was looking for the best alchemist in his kingdom. In this land, poisons worked in an unusual way. If you took a poison, the only way to survive was to drink a stronger potion afterwards, the poisons would negate each other and you would live. If you took a weaker poison afterwards, both had their full effect and you would die. With me so far?
To decide who was best at creating poisons, the king held a contest. In each round, the alchemists would be paired off, each providing a vial of their own poison. Each would drink from their opponents flask, and then from their own. The survivor would go to the next round. Leaving the contest without participating would result in instant execution.
After a long series of contests, it was left between two final alchemists. The night before the competition, one alchemist managed to get hold of a sample of his opponents poison and realised to his horror it was much stronger than his own. And yet, he found a way to win the competition. How?
[[ooc: Open or over the journal]]