A lunchbreak roleplaying game, in accordance with the rules and regulations of the venerable tradition of In a Wicked Age¹⁾.

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• Chapter 1: Dark Chocolate

1. Stanislaw
2. Stanislaw
3. Agumi

Tentigo, with a surprisingly well healed and almost unnoticed scar across his throat, is on top of the owe list, and therefore continues his quest with new vigor: to find Felicia and guard her purity!

Punchline of doom: violence, consequential for violence.

When communicating with someone, able to come up with a quip that will create a strong emotional response.

Man in chains, led by two guards. He tells them something, and they both start laughing uncontrollably, letting their guards down. He kicks the shit out of them and runs away.

Duke Stanislaw Emeraldvale, “Keeper of the Promise”, “Bearer of The Shield of Truth”, member of the Order of the Guardians of Strathmore (knighted by the Queen herself!) and secretly a cultist worshiper of Bombabotavibi, is also back, with a new shiny ring he has stolen as a part of his new cunning plan.

A fucking thief: Covertly. Potent.

Can literally strip-search a fully armored suspicious clairvoyant without his victim noticing.

On the airplane, the Duke calls a steward. While asking for a mint he goes through all of the steward's pockets, searching for a cellphone. He thinks he finds it. But then the cellphone grows in his hand. And then it rings.

Twin sisters, daughters to a simple but good-natured trapper. Raised by him since infancy. Were left in front of his door in a basket together with a steel rough looking ring, decorated with strange symbols.

Super natural rubber girls: Directly. potent / broad (yet to be chosen).

Can twist and fold as if they have no skeleton at all. Sometimes it almost looks like they can actually change their body shape to fit in tight places.

With one twin already in the cage and the other squeezes to the floor under his weight, the officer feel quit confidant when he puts his handcuffs on her hand. Her next maneuver takes him totally by surprise: she folds her leg backwards, twisting it like she has no bones, reaching out for his handcuffs keys with her toes. While she pulls the keys out, he notices the other twin twists around the cage's bars, half of her body already outside the cage.

Tentigo's player chose the Oracle Nest of Vipers, and a card from it. Then we draw another three.

• The Ghost: Gordon Shaki
• The neighbours kid obliged to protect his granddaughters: Tentigo

• The true heir to the noble house: [vered (also see below)]
• The thief who stole the ring: The now 85 years old Duke Emeraldvale
• The butler of the noble family who lost the ring during a drunken brawl
• The matching ring, forged intentionally together as a pair, and the unaware young sailor who inherited it

• The spirit that haunts it
• The street urchin who discovered it
• The mysterious, hairy man found chained inside
• The proprietress of a wanton-house, who guards the magical portal that is hidden beneath it's foundations

• The trapper
• His twin daughters: [also vered (names yet to be determined)]
• Their elderly and somewhat odd looking neighbor who likes to stop by for a chitchat and also brings some hot soup every now and then

with and

In a wicked age, on a moon lit night, a solitary figure is sitting on the grass in the village center. It's old Gordon Shaki, contemplating his past. He recalls that night with the beautiful women who appeared out of nowhere right when he offered the gods “everything” in exchange for being able to craft the perfect sword. He recalls how shocked he was when she evaporated the exact moment his semen exploded into her womb. And how happy he was half a year later, when his firstborn, Bordon, was born. He was also sad, because his wife did not survive giving birth to the gigantic baby, but deep down he knew the boy wasn't really hers. It was the deamon's child. And he loved it!

He recalls the second visit, a year later, right after marrying his second wife, and the second birth that followed it. Melvin was as huge as Bordon, and his second wife did not survive her labour either. He recalls how he slowly became aware of the sacrifice creation requires, be it his offspring or his wonderful swords. He remembers how his boys started making the very same swords without him ever needing to explain anything to them.

Eventually, all those sacrifices begun to weigh heavily on his soul, and he realized this diabolical madness has to stop. He also realized that now that his sons are forging their own blades, the only way to stop it would be to kill them, and himself.

“What are you doing here?”, a voice behind him asks. He looks back to see the neighbour's boy, Tentigo, standing behind him and staring in bewilderment. “Go home, kid!” he shouts. “But I'm standing right here!”, the boy laughs, “no need to shout!”. Gordon just frowns, until eventually Tentigo shrugs and turns away. “Oh, and please say hi to Felicia for me”, the boy adds before running home.

Felicia. If he'll kill his sons, what will be of his granddaughters, Felicia and Kilo? They will be orphaned! Perhaps they should be killed too? Killing his own granddaughters? His own sons? These maddening thoughts have plagued him for so long… He pulls out the latest blade he made. Admires it. Than, with a single guilty swing, he cuts his own head off.

In a wicked age, 12 years later to the day, the tormented ghost of Gordon Shaki meets the confused ghost of Tentigo, recently released from her mortal coil by Agumi's blade. “What are you doing here??? You can't die! You have to protect my granddaughter's wombs! Go back! They must never have children! Never! No matter what! You must. Go. BACK!!!”

“There is nothing more to do here”, says the doctor sadly, standing up from Tentigo's bloody corpse. The few people who carried his blood spewing body into the doctor's shop are not surprised, considering how deep the foreigner's sword cut into his throat. “He was a bit of an asshole”, one of them says, “but he sure was a funny asshole”. “Yes”, agrees another, “and now he's dead”.

“Well, in that case”, says a familiar voice, a bit like Tentigo's, but hoarser and lower, “I would like to drink to being dead for the first time in my life!”. Everyone looks amazed as Tentigo slowly sits up and smiles at them. His voice is changed, but his delivery is perfect, and they laugh so hard that some of them, the doctor included, soil themselves on the spot.

Soon, baby…