In the year twenty seven fourteen, a new squad of Opera Davis was chosen
by the College of Illusion. These fools promptly went on to frustrate their DM
at every opportunity. Today, still working together because really, who else would
work with them? They survive as adventurers of fortune. If you have a
problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them,
maybe you can hire the Second Breakfast Club. Tony Kinney as Eddie Falzoni,
Jess Owen as a deer a Glow, Michael Cole as Urag, and
Jesse Wicks as Bill Crilliance, Nico Rodriguez as your DM. Welcome back to
the continuing Tales of a Fool's Quest. With twenty four hours to myself,
I quickly decided how I wanted to spend it. First, I needed to
get my hands on a couple of teleportation scrolls, so off to the closest
magic shop I went. Once I obtained the scrolls, I asked Eddie to
cast one to send me the Lease's Hold. Once there, I tracked down
Delbert for some intense hand to hand combat training. The only interruption was when
a brown chicken and a brown cow wandered through oh After training, I asked
Delbert where I could find a shaman to give me a ceremonial tattoo for completing
my first mission. Delbert gave me directions and then decided to tag along to
get himself a new tattoos. Once there, I described the ceremony and the
tattoo I wanted to the shaman and they got started. Two hours later,
I had a completed chest piece which had my family crest, a flaming flame
royal burger with my two favorite weapons, the Mighty Mighty backhand and the dragon
tooth axe crossed behind it. With my twenty four hours well spent, I
found someone to cast the other teleportational scroll, and I was sent back to
my friends, happy as a clam. My day unfolds like a tapestry woven
with threats of magic, adventure, and intrigue. As I walked the School
of Illusion to restock my gold week, the air homes with a whisper of
spells and the shimmer of illusions. Here among the shells laden with arcade ingredients,
I replenish my supply, ensuring that my charm will continue to dazzle and
on a very rare occasion I'll admit to see. Next, I set my
sights on a carriage, but not just any carriage will suffice for a man
of my unquestionable sense of style and banage. Now I'll be having one with
a built in closet, a mobile wardrobe for a traveling bard of my resplendent
stature, with a flourish of my cloak for good measure. I'll step aboard,
ready to embark on this next adventure and comfort and style. But before
setting out on my journey, I know better than to forget the importance of
forging alliances. I seek out the city's leads, charming them with my wit
and guile, all the while laying the groundwork of the Second Breakfast Club's daring
infiltration into the Abjuration nation. Each handshake, each exchange, smile, is
a step closer to victory in the game of Shadows and Secrets, a game
I intend to win. It meant when the day weigh I retreat to my
chamber, quill in hand, to weave a tale of epic proportions. Eddie
the Grand Illusionist, a Deer, the ferocious Urab, the shape Shifter,
and of course Bill Leebard embark on a quest to outsmart and conquer the demon
Anchovies on pumpkin Pie. With words as my weapon and music as my shield,
I spin a tale of bravery, cunning, and triumph against all odds.
And now, as the ink drives on the parchment, my masterpieces of
merge, a tribute to the courage and camaraderie of us who dare defy fate
and forge our own destiny. In Shadows Deep, or Castle's Secret Sleep,
the Second Breakfast Club. Their silence keep with Eddie's crafty art. They mask
their guys and the dairies fury beneath false cries. Ohag the shifter death in
his way, while Bill's sweet tunes stuck all ears amaze against demons hordes,
they brave, advance, their valor, staunched, their courage, a lance
through darkened halls and chambers dim, they tread with care of their mission,
grim, for in their hearts a flame doth burn bright. The Second Breakfast
Club Midstock is night. Thus onward they press midst shadows deep, their quest,
daunting, their spirits leap, for in their souls the fire and new
alight. The Second Breakfast Club Valorous in plight, and midst the castle's heart
he throngs wild roar. They face the demon fierce in the core. With
ADDIE's tricks and the deer's might, they battle fiercely in the black of night.
Yet midst the fray, ourag doth fall, his life's flame waning within
the hall. Yes, swiftest thought, ATI's hand does dark to save his
friend from demon's part. Their victory won, their quest complete, the Second
Breakfast Club in triumph sweet their mass casts off, their true cells, now
shown forever heroes, their legend grown. Then I think I'll pause for the
laft in the clause followed by the transition. But there lies a darker truth,
a stolen artifact, the page of endless illusions, threatens to unravel the
very fabric of reality, And so our heroes dirty forward to confront a mighty
warlock on the beaches of the forsaken city, to reclaim what was lost and
vanquished the forces of darkness once and for alle. Upon the shore where waves
crashed aloud stood Eddie Stout, with his black jack held proud. His mirages
danced in salty air, leading the charge with a resolute glare beside him.
Adira, her axe firm, gripped tight with thunderous roar, she entered the
fight, her ferocity unmatched, her spirit a flame in her awake. Bost
trembled, cursing her name. Then midst a grand transformation, Oureg shifted a
hydrous incarnation. With heads raised high in scale, swimming bright, he struck
fear, deep and dim twilight and midst the battle's confused roar, Bill stepped
forward, symbols of the foe with a clang and a clash, his melody
ring inspiring his allies, making those hang. The stolen page a treasure rare,
and Warlocks clutched its midst salty air. Yet Eddie's resolved like beacon's light,
guiding them through the darkest night, through sands, they pressed, courage,
undeterred, their unity, strong, their purpose of herd. With every
step, with every glance, they advanced, ready for the warlocks dance,
and in the clash of magic's array, ADDIE's illusions held for him sway,
A deer's axe sang its deadly song, and UAG's hydra fierce and strong.
With final blow, the Warlock medicine their victory, proclaimed their tale to send
the stolen page back in their hands links to the valiant effort of the Breakfast
Club's band Triumphant. They stood neat soft light or heroes strong against Doc's cool,
blight their bond and broken their spirits bright the Second Breakfast Club in victory
sight. And then, with my magnum opus complete, I send it to
be read throughout the land to ensure everyone knows the glory of the Second Breakfast
Club. Forsaken city, good name for it, forsaken by anyone who's got
any sense. Sure might look all glitz and glam, but you got to
remember what nation you're in. Every city's got ceed underbelly, and this one's
seedier than most. At least that's what I hear. Until now, I've
spent most of my time on campus. Now I was back in town,
though. There was just a little business left to take care of, a
little business called Revengish. See. After we met with the dean, the
Sicond Breakfast Club and I split up and go take care of whatever we needed
to take care of, said my see you laters, and then made my
round, say my high agains, and you know, just stopped by to
everyone. I hadn't seen it in a bit. A couple of the bartenders
even seemed like they missed me. Kept near to the ground though there was
just one last thing I needed for the ritual I had planned. It was
gonna be tough to get. Been asking around for a few hours and was
just leaving Charlie's chug out on the edge of campus. I found the back
of my head being tapped against the wall and about nine hundred pounds of ugly
holding me by the shoulders. It was bigger than a goliath. Gap Tooth
sat. Oh, that's what two bit thug with about one bit of brains.
Lucky for me, gap Tooth owed me a favor. See a while
back, Jaba was on on earthed a couple of skeletons in his closet.
Since they were more embarrassing than dangerous, I kept my mouth shut about it.
After I reminded of that, he set me down and spilled the beans.
Seems someone heard I've been asking round about only they hadn't heard who I
was exactly, and they'd paid off gap Tooth to shut down that line in
questioning. To his credit, it took some verbal arm twisting to find out
who it employed. Gap Tooth though I probably could have told you from the
start. Frank Morris, See, Frank's mom sent him care packages on the
regular. I needed something from one of those care packages. I've been asking
round about when he'd gotten the last one. Well, gap Tooth happened to
know that too, told me Miss Morris had sent one of those baskets just
today and there were a couple of dozen of those cookie all boxed up nice.
After that, I knew my next stop. See he had just spent
a few weeks on the road with someone who could probably get their hands on
one of those cookies. Vally didn't even take that much convincing. I told
her somethin story about trying to wean to arrive off those mushroom abominations. I
can tell she didn't really buy it, but she came through anyway. Just
a little before midnight, I was back in the ClickHouse, just you know,
checking out my private reserve and making sure everything else was in order,
and Dame showed up with the purloined sweets. I told her she was welcome
to hang around if she wanted to see what I was doing, but she
said she was tired and headed out anyway. I walked over to the place
of power and set the cookie down at the fourth point of the diagram.
Spent the last hour or so measuring and drawing the lines with chalk, you
know, double triple checked. The other three points were a drinking horn.
I I don't own an ear horn, and I don't know where you'd get
one. And really, for these things, it's more of the thought that
counts, right, So you know. Then the ashes from that used up
scroll that we used the message of Dean and the thalmaturgy Lama Turkey. I'd
kind of borrowed it earlier from the Dean's office. The theme here is communication.
I'd set up a ritual, a lomb me two way communication with a
person for a short time, you know, long enough to ask him a
question or two. Cookie was for her targeting. Anyway, I closed off
the connections on the ritual and activated everything, and well here we go,
Hey, missus Morris, this is Eddie fails out, you know, from
the college. Anyway, I was wondering if I could take you on a
date. The events of the last few weeks and especially the last few days,
linger heavily on the mind of the simple fur bulg. So many new
places, new faces, new spirits, and a journey further than he's ever
been from what he knows his home, and in a few days time,
the Second Breakfast Club will embark on an expedition to the Abjuration Nation. The
early morning hours find ourag alone outside the city. He strolls quietly and deliberately,
running his fingers through the tall grass as he passes. He follows an
overgrown trail into the woods near the lake. Amidst the lush greenery, and
the forest stands tall and proud. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the
ground with golden patches. The airs thick with the sweet scent of pine needles
and wildflowers. As he steps deeper into the woods, the sound of his
footsteps are muffled by a carpet of moss and fallen leaves. The towering trees,
majestic oaks, slender birches, and ancient cedars create a natural cathedral,
their branches intertwining overhead. Bird's song fills the air, a symphony of warblers,
thrushes, and finches. Their melodies dance around him, weaving through the
leaves like delicate threads. The forest floor is a tapestry of ferns, their
fronds unfurling towards de light. And there it is the babbling brook. Its
crystal clear waters wind their way through the heart of the forest, on its
way to meet the lake. Beyond smooth pebbles lying its bed, Worn by
centuries of gentle erosion. The brook chuckles and girdle, a playful companion On
this warm day. Sunbeams pierce the foliage, creating pockets of warmth. He
finds a moss covered rock near the water's edge and sits down. The brook's
coolness soothes his bare feet as he dips them in. Tiny fish dart around,
their silver scales, catching the light. Butterflies flit by, their wings
painted in hues of orange, blue and yellow. They dance from flower to
flowers, sipping nectar and spreading joy. Dragonflies hover above the water, their
iridescent bodies shimmering like jewels. The forest is alive with movement, a squirrel
scurrying up a tree trunk, a deer grazing in a sunlit glade, and
the glimpse of a fox slipping silently through the underbrush. Nature's rhythm pulses all
around around him. Rod closes his eyes and listens. The battling brook becomes
a lullaby, soothing his soul. The forest seems to embrace him, a
sanctuary of peace and wonder, Oh, great spirits of Earth and sky,
whose voice I hear in the winds, and whose breath gives life to all
the world. Hear me. I need your strength and wisdom. Let me
walk in beauty and make my eyes ever hole the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made, and my ears sharp to
hear your voice. Make me wise so that I may understand the things you
have taught my people. Let me learn the lessons you have hidden in every
leaf and rock. Help me remain calm and strong in the face of all
that comes towards me. Help me fighten compassion, without empathy overwhelming me.
I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother, but to fight
my greatest enemy, myself. Make me always ready to come to you with
clean hands and straight eyes, so when life fades as the fading sunset,
my spirit may come to you without shame. As he concludes his prayer and
basks in the serenity of the scene, a small voice can be heard from
the babbling Brook. Oh. This concludes this episode of A Fool's Quest.
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