Jack sees a blank book and a cartoon animal ((what animal is it he sees? Your pick)), then numbers and symbols are falling like rain and everything goes to black.

A giant black chess piece thinks, I chose you. A bolt of black lightning strikes Jack's halberd which turns black.

The analytical side of Jack goes up a hill to fetch a pail of water with Jill, the artistic side. Jack and Jill kiss, fall in love, get married, have baby Jack in a baby carriage. They put baby in a cradle in the top of a tree. The wind blows and the baby comes crashing down with the whole house, landing on top of a poor misunderstood woman who was just collecting taxes from the little village on her land. Jack likes her Ruby slippers, so he takes them from her dead body. Why are thoughts so difficult to think, he thinks. He sits in a thinking pose and turns to stone. That was painful. People stare at him. Thousands of people for thousands of years. A meteorite crashes into a statue, merging with it and hurling it back in time along the trajectory the meteorite followed from the beginning of time.

For the first time, Jack opens his eyes and sees a cartoon moon with a face smiling down on him.

((A dragon?))

Blinking his eyes a few times to try to comprehend why the sky looks like something from a drawing, Jack stares in wonder around him, trying to make sense of things. Not just what he sees in front of him, but his memories which are so bizarre and disjointed. Had he gotten married, was that all real? Did he really have a baby that looked like him, or was that just some sort of strange foretelling? Does he possess the abilities of an Oracle now?

Looking down at himself, he checks his belongings, wondering if he’s drawn as well.

"Hey, snap out of it. It's possible I've come across a pataphysical realm. That's fairly neat, though brings up a lot of philosophical questions don't it?"

"It does," Jack agrees with his compass, though he's still looking around, trying to get his bearings in this world. "Out of curiosity, are all uh, Verser travels so abrupt and short? I feel like I'm getting bounced around a lot. Will I ever find another home? Do I age? I noticed Emperor Jack looked the same as me, or so close I couldn't tell," he asks some questions now that Stella is paying attention.

"Due to the nature of your others, I would have to say your experiences are likely atypical. Though my creator wasn't a 'Verser' and found herself bouncing about for one reason or another quite a bit herself and as my others became plural they spread out fairly quickly. Then again the tenancy for excessive interdenominational transpiration was Balur self-propagation" There was a moment of silence. "You wouldn't happen to know if you have acquired any recent femto-organism infections would you?"
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Jack is looking at his hands now as he talks, before finally turning his attention to the area. Looking to see if he can find any sort of landmarks or perhaps even a road to head toward and take himself somewhere. He’d settle for a two dimensional river.

“An infection? Not to my knowledge, and I don’t seem to have a fever or any of the signs of one, but if it was recent, would I even know?” he asks and pulls out his compass again, pointing it at himself as he checks himself over. Casting a magic detection spell.

As he casts, he also keeps an eye on the compass. It seems appropriate.

(Probably should wait on writer before posting to much with out them lol)

"Oh, I don't know, but it's fun to theorize. Balur was a femto-organism that caused lots of demintional travel and displacement, amoung other things, as part of it's self-propagation. It's original intentions where to convert everything into itself but worked out in symbiosis in the end. It seams to reason if one life form had such a means of propagation of infecting a life-form, forcing/encouraging interdenominational travel, then spreading to other lifeforms that others will developed it as well. I have a grate deal of love for the Leporidaean but I'm quite looking forward to study new lifeforms once more like I would with my creator. Even if can only observe them like this and take note of your more in depth observations. However I'm afraid if it is some from of femto life or mechanisim you would likely having a hard time detecting them due to there size, do you know what atoms are? They are smaller than the stuff that makes up the stuff that makes up atoms."

All of this conversation happened within a blindness which made things hard to see our notice that they were hard to see. It suddenly subsides, and the cartoon Stella compass is revealed to have a cute little cartoon face.

Jack is a black cartoon dragon with two legs & two arms with 4 claws on each hand and foot, 2 tails, 2 wings and 64 spikes.

All of his items are now a small horde of treasure.

Everything is cartoons. He feels somehow less than 3 dimensional when though he can still move around.

He is on top of an icy snow covered mountain, though he feels comfortably warm. From context, it appears that he is about 2 meters tall at shoulder height. His wingspan is only 1 meter, but he feels confident he could still fly somehow.

There are 32 human skeletons with armor all around his horde.

There is a tugging "that-way" sensation ((did I tell you the other name for that sensation yet?)) in the direction of a small village in a valley. The valley is in daylight with the sun directly over it, while it is nighttime on the mountain.

((Stella's others did meet versers earlier than Emperor Jack in Scord and Een. The events of Emperor Jack were about 2000-3000 or so years after Scord merged with Magus and Een merged with Balur - that isn't important to the story, but should give Stella some context))

Jack finally realizes that what he is looking at is indeed the hands and feet of some sort of lizardman. Holding the compass away from himself, he asks Stella to confirm that he’s a lizard and then tucks the compass back away when he’s told he’s some sort of dragon. Like that makes sense. Walking around the hoard, he picks up his belongings and starts to reattach them to himself, because he may be some sort of dragon-like thing with a humanoid shape but he is not a nudist. A dragonkin? But he notes the two tails and thinks he must be some sort of non-true dragon. Like a wyvern.

Picking up the armor off the skeletons, he studies it and starts trying to cobble himself together some sort of makeshift equivalent of an outfit so that he isn’t walking around in the drawn buff. At least a belt or two to hang his sword on, and the gloves perhaps can be refit to his fingers, just with one finger dangling free?

“So, I’m feeling that magnetic pull I sometimes feel in that direction, it’s either another me, or my stuff, that’s what they said,” he talks to himself out loud.

He can’t let the possibility of his copies being in places constantly scare him away.

Once he has finished rounding up a reasonable amount of “stuff” he tucks his tails and starts to fly in the direction of the village that is somehow in a different period of the day.

((Almost forgot about the detection spell)) the detection spell detects no magic whatsoever. It barely works and is far more difficult than it should be.

Dragon Jack finds a breastplate that seems to fit well enough that it won't fall off, but nothing will fit his waist - even things that should fit, just literally won't come near him. Fortunately, he is drawn without genitalia. However, he does find a belt to hold his stuff.

As he flies, an icy wind blows. Down in the village, cartoon humanoid animals are panicking in the streets.

One person stands out as totally calm - a tall ugly bear with brown hair tied back in a ponytail and a heavy beard. He's wearing a knee-length trenchcoat and a ginormous backpack. He's holding a black blacksmithing hammer and standing outside a blacksmith shop called, "Magehammer's Shoppe" A larger sign next to it reads "in a crazy Cartoon Universe. You are welcome here, but don't fuck up my relations with the indigs - This sign for Versers only"
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“I wonder why the breastplate will work, but not the belt, it’s like the world refuses to let me wear a belt,” Jack says as he finally gets everything attached and ready for travel. Missing his halberd as he is, stolen by some thief of a chess piece, he is glad he still has the sword. Though he’d miss the opportunity to plumb the depths of light magic with the former, he can still practice vampiromancy. That’s a thing, he imagines.

Though not in this world, this world seems to lack magic. Though if it lacks magic that begs the question of how his disproportionate wings are keeping him in flight.

Seeing the sign about Versers, he steers toward it. Wondering if the magnet is drawing him there. Oh wait, was it that it drew him to Versers or other Jacks? He admittedly had been a bit frazzled during that explanation.

As he lands a bit away from the bear, he lifts a hand to wave.

((Oops, I worded that poorly. I meant that no pants or greaves or anything to cover the lower half of the body will come near Dragon Jack, but a belt to carry his stuff can be worn. So I assume he'd be wearing the belt with his stuff on it))



((I'm not sure if I was unclear - Jack's halberd is still with him, it's just black now instead of what it was))

The vampire sword is now two gem-cut bats wrapped around eachother whose wings form the blade with a channel down the center like in this image https://www.he-man.org/assets/...letor_huge_sword.jpg

The bats can speak, but only Dragon Jack can hear them since they can't actually move their mouths. They are bickering like a curmudgeonly old married couple. They're not saying anything important yet.

((I didn't mention the roll, but earlier I rolled for your detect magic spell, and it was a bad roll. But the compass should be capable of seeing what magic there is here. The black halberd, vampire sword, the bear and Dragon Jack all have low levels of magic present))



The Bear calls out, "Hello noob! So you're on your second verse. What do you know so far?"

Before they come up to the bear Stella chimes in "If this place is pataphysical, you may be able to draw things into existence. Please try to if you get the chance, the results would be most interesting."

At Stella’s words, Jack pauses and leans over, using a finger to draw a small ball on the ground, giving it adequate shading with his finger. He’s actually not terrible at drawing, a result of years of academia, drawing diagrams constantly and a need for a steady hand. He can do shapes and diagrams really well! Not so good at hands though. “Like that?” he asks Stella.

Once he has tried the ball experiment, he moves on, heading over to talk with the Bear.

“Next to nothing,” Jack answers the bear honestly, because he has no reason to lie. Walking up to the bear, he looks beyond him, wondering if there is some sort of shop or if he himself is the shop, and is going to summon the gear from yet another pocket dimension.

"My name is Jack, can I call you Mr. Magehammer?"

((I had to research pataphysics a little. Interesting, but I haven't researched enough to understand it.))

Wow.
This was for the Dragon instincts to kick in and Jack to create a ball or not. Not only is the roll high enough, it's a symmetrical proportional palindrome. This is a clear success and recieved the natural palindrome bonus that I just created because of how much I love palindromes.

Jack focuses on organizing the surface beneath his claw to darken as he renders the ball. Once he finishes it seems like it didn't work until the moment he shifts position and its perspective shifts with his movement revealing that it did indeed work remarkably well.

Beyond the bear is a blacksmith shoppe complete with a forge, an anvil, shelves of uber-black iron items and more.

Mr Magehammer gleams at the honorific and declares, "Well! At least someone knows how to show proper respect!" Under his breath Jack can hear with his Dragon hearing, "not like that obstinate Scord. His second verse and he just had to learn magic, wouldn't listen to my advice."

Magehammer holds his hammer above his head and Stella picks up on high levels of the same kind of magic Jack used to create the ball. He swings it around and a still image of a clock appears above his head. The panicking animals who were running back and forth crying, "DRAGON" all suddenly stop moving.

"Nice display of Order Magic back there with that drawing, by the way. Where'd you learn that? But first things first, let's go someplace more private, and fix this mess before the locals hire a Dragonslayer." He points his hands at the floating clock and moves the minute hand backward by 5 minutes. "That should do it. Come inside my forge." He walks over to his forge and dives in head first, squeezing to fit into the opening that is smaller than he was.

Picking up his first bit of ‘Order Magic’ as Mr. Magehammer would end up calling it, Jack bounces it in his hand as he walks and talks to the bear-wizard-smith. Looking past the smith into the shop, he smiles at the pleasant reception and nods his head.

“They don’t like that I’m a dragon? Why am I a dragon anyway?” he asks, as he watches the bit of time magic! Time magic! He needs to learn that, and he makes a mental note to see if he can’t get the guy to teach it to him and make use of that gift from Stella.

The question about the magic earns a shrug.

“A friend suggested it, so I tried it, and it worked,” he answers and follows the bear. Doing what he does and trusting that the inherent laws of this place will make it work.

"It seems to reason that in a metaphysical reality a protagonist from a non peraphisical...or atleat less pataphisical??? That's always so.ething to wonder....but yes... it stands to reason they could 'write" something into exsistance. I always had the theory Rabbit Hole was patahysical and this why mater born from it couldn't exsist in other realities. You should get a power boost here due to universal themes favoring a protagonist......unless being a dragon makes makes you the antagonist here"


(sorry if anything dont make sense, I'm on my phone and it keeps trying to auto correct everything)
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"They're afraid of dragons because dragons are scary. Their perceptions are fairly childlike There really isn't a reason. As to why you're a dragon, your guess is as good as mine. I guess because on some level it makes sense?"

The laws of this place work as expected and he shrinks to fit as he dives in to the forge.

He finds himself stumbling into a non-cartoon real mansion filled with many items including a minivan, an arsenal of ((stone-age to modern to far-future warfare)) weapons, ((I apologize, but Magehammer is based on an NPC who was based on the GM who ran the first multiverser game I played and introduced me to the concept that this homebrewed version uses. I recently found out he died last June, so this is in memory of him. He'd want it to be faithful to the truth, so)) pornographic statues and art, and a wall of herbs and pharmaceuticals ranging in diversity.

"You're a Verser, that means you were infected with what I call scriff. Scriff is the... stuff, that sort of exists between universes. If you die, you wake up in a new universe. Your stuff is tied to you and will go with you wherever you go. Anyone who gets infected with your blood or body fluids - if it's enough of it - will become Versers if they die before the scriff in the fluid dissipates. You are infertile, so don't work about having kids, you're safe from that danger. The laws of every universe vary. Some places, bodies can't exist - only drawings. Other places, magic can't exist. Other places, technology is useless. It's the multiverse, bro, anything is possible, right?" He grabs a smoking bong from a side table and sits on a couch, gesturing to the other side, he offers the bong, "Do you smoke? If not, more for me!"

"Got any questions before I go on?"

I forgot to mention he's real and not a cartoon here

“Wait, I might be the villain in this world? That’s weird, should I burn something down? Can I breathe fire?” Jack asks the compass as he dives inside.

Looking around at all of the weapons and ‘artwork,’ the teenage wizard scratches the back of his head at some of the weapons. For the most part, he ignores the tributes to hedonism and focuses on the weapons and even looks around for any spells he might purchase somehow.

“I see,” he confirms as the nature of scriff is explained to him. That sounds like a made up word, but half of what he has been hearing sounds made up. “No,” he refuses the bong, and instead continues to examine the wares out of curiosity. Not touching anything, but leaning in and staring while his hands stay pinned behind his back.

“Please continue. I’ll save my questions until you’re done,” he suggests.”

"If you're the villain, I'd be the guy they hired to kill you. Unless you redefined what it means to be a villain, in which case maybe they could grow up a little. Every parent is their child's villain at some point.

"Let's see... even in worlds where magic didn't work, anything you're particularly good at would usually still work. But you'd have to be careful, because if you failed to do what you intended on a hard bit of magic in a world that magic is non-native, you risk the remote possibility of a world-ending catastrophe - potentially even enough to destroy that entire universe.

"So please don't make a mess back in toonland.

"People native to a universe aka a 'verse, are called indigs. If you meet a different version of yourself, that's a Divergent. Dying is politely referred to as versing out.

"Ask me if something might exist that you're not sure of, just as an example."

"If you are the antagonist there is a high likelyhood of a protagonist killing you... playing into the role would only increase the odds and make this happen faster. I would avoid antagonizing the residents unless you want to be slain. Also antagonist do have a higher probability of dealing with world destroying magics..... so I would suggest avoiding any antagonist tropes at all. Not just for the sake of avoiding being slain but avoiding hurting these people you should try and remember any good dragon tropes you can."
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Jack seems to be listening and absorbing and turns away from the weapons to sit not so far away from Mr. Magehammer, not looking overly perplexed. He has had his fill in the past, however long, to get used to the oddities of being a verser. It’s more the particulars he wants to understand better. He knows that every universe will be weird and have its own rules. That much has been obvious.

“My magic does seem to be acting rather erratically lately. I managed to banish everyone with a similar name in the entire Universe in one verse, and then when I messed with the timeline in the next one, trying to get everyone out, I instead ripped everyone in half. At least I think it was me, I was trying to use a time-hole to time travel,” he shares idly as he picks at the back of his human hands, wondering how the universe had decided what he looked like in ‘Toon Land.’

He nods at not making a mess there.

“Uh, I imagine all things exist, but um,” he pauses trying to think of something that doesn’t even make sense to exist, “Nope. I got nothing, if a world full of drawings can be real, then I can’t imagine anything that can’t. It’s beyond me. That’s just too absurd,” he decides.

“Please continue though.”

He nods at his compass.

"My suggestion is for you to learn what you need to know to survive. In Toonland, that would mean learning what you can do. Do you know you're an Order Dragon?"

"No, what's the difference?" Jack asks, not recognizing what it means. He's used to varieties based on the color and type of scales they have, not on some sort of measurement of chaos.

"One version of the many unlimited versions of magic in the multiverse is the complimentary opposites of Order and Chaos. I'm an Order Mage, chosen by the god of Order. As such, I can sense Order and Chaos magic.

"You have an Order Halberd which gives you the ability to use Order magic through it, and as an Order Dragon you can use it instinctually. Whatever you learn in toonland, you'll probably be able to do with the halberd in other verses.

"If you want to learn how to survive in the more common type of verse - real places - then I'll be happy to train you here in my pocket dimension mansion, until I'm happy you'll be able to survive on your own almost anywhere.

"I noticed you looking over my weapons collection. Can you use them? I can teach you any of those too."

A voice in Jack's head says to him alone, "You can do whatever you want beyond these choices too. Spiritual practices even work like magic."

Mr Magehammer continues, "You should know, wherever two or more Versers congregate, chaos is inevitable. We might have a million years to hang out in toonland. We might not last 10 minutes. Choose what's most important to you first."

“First, I’d like to learn about your magic, I feel like I’d learn to survive those places on my own but who knows how long it’d be until I get to learn your magic,” Jack requests and reaches back to pull the halberd free, studying it as he prepares to receive information. He definitely isn’t going to do anything aside from working with Mr. Magehammer, it’d be one of those two options, so that he can make the most out of this “Toon Land.”

To the voice in his head, he points out he'd really like to stop getting bounced from universe to universe, but for the moment that seems to be the status quo, and in that thought he knows that he needs to learn to survive too. So he has to focus on learning from Mr. Magehammer, not having conversations with himself.

Hopefully “chaos” doesn’t seep in before he can learn that too.

“What do you get out of all of this, Mr. Magehammer?” he asks.

OOC Post

Here are the basic areas of Order magic I'm aware of - anything you can imagine which involves either adding Order or removing Order or some combination of the both is open for consideration.

Darken/undarken/shade (You already have 6 in this skill)
Freeze/unfreeze/create or amplify sound (absolute zero to room temperature)
Focus light/diffuse light/create image (from glow paint to laser)
Interpret communication/disguise communication
Clean, purify, unpoison, unbreak, heal/corrupt/manipulate
teleport along line of sight
invisibility/uncloak

I've listed 7 here, and I'll mention them if I think of more.

Choose 4 or 8 skills to focus on, and assign up to 6 for any one skill for a total of 24
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OOC Post

I think he'd already have two of those: Invisibility and 'create image'

For the others:

Focus Light (he likes the idea of making a super powered laser once he sees Mr. Magehammer cast his version of it.)

Cure Poison (unpoison)

Heal

Teleport

Freeze
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OOC Post
How does this sound?

6/6 Focus light/diffuse light/create image (from glow paint to laser)
6/6 Clean, purify, unpoison, unbreak, heal/corrupt/manipulate
6/6 teleport along line of sight
5/5 Freeze/unfreeze/create or amplify sound (absolute zero to room temperature)
1/1 Interpret communication/disguise communication

Invisibility and 'create image' can exist in many different forms of magic, not every form of magic is available in every world. Toonland, for instance, is easy for Order and Chaos magic, but hard for every other kind. Practically speaking, after this world, you won't be limited to just Order magic again in the campaign - but it is your choice as it is your character.

What would you do on your own with 8 hours a day for 20 years in Toonland other than learn Order magic? Mr Magehammer needs to work the forge to keep the indigs happy, so you'll have about that much time away from sleeping and training magic.

OOC Post

That's good!

I totally misread your post initially, to answer: he'd probably shadow Mr. Magehammer and apprentice alongside him to learn how to make things, he wants to maximize his learning ability with that talent he was given by Stella, so learning magic quickly as he can from those who are willing to teach is priority number one in pretty much every possibility.
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OOC Post.. addendum

I also imagine he'd spend at least a few months learning how the different weapons work, even if he doesn't get the full Mr. Magehammer survival skillset.

OOC Post
Mr Magehammer will gladly teach him to Blacksmith from inside the forge, but definitely wouldn't teach him any more magic.

For interpreting skill levels, in general consider 1 to be noob, 2 initiate, 3 regular, 4 practiced, 5 skilled and 6 expert

Spreading out 16 points to a max of 4 in any skill, how about this set up:
Classic weaponry +3 to current skill level - current level is whatever would be reasonable.
4/4 modern weaponry
4/4 future weaponry
3/3 blacksmith
2/2 survivalist
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I'd magemahere can change the way Jack looks suggest he make him furry, with light fur and feathery wings..... good dragon tropes.

Hearing Stella's suggestion through Jack, "Sorry, no can do," Magehammer explains, "Fur is too chaotic. Feathery wings, I could do. Order Dragons are smooth, black and clean. Have you ever heard of 'How to Train Your Dragon'? I could make you look like that."
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OOC Post

Keep your cursed furry nonsense away from my dragon.

As to changing shapes however, it would be good to learn to change how I look in case I end up in another world where my appearance is liable to get me killed. Or at least refine the magic I already know, I suppose I probably know Disguise Self or Alter Self.

Sounds good for the weapon training and all that, though if he had anything else he'd suggest that I learn I wouldn't disagree.

OOC Post:

Magehammer wouldn't teach you how to change shape - too complicated with the magics he specializes in.
I'm going to say a student like Jack would have 4/4 Classic weaponry so here's the results:

7/7 classic weaponry
4/4 modern weaponry
4/4 future weaponry
3/3 blacksmith
2/2 survivalist

Magehammer would like this because it allows you to survive most places without needing to rely on magic which always has a chance (however small) of killing you or everyone around you.

If this is good, we'll be ready to move on
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( lol what luck dragon from never ending story, lunarian dragons from Luna, mana dragon from the mana games..... lots of good furry dragons. )

Sees the adorable depiction of a dragon "Oh, no that will do just fine.... cute defenntly is a good trope"
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OOC Sounds good.

( lol wait did you think furry as in furries and not as in possessing fur?  Because no, that is not a protagonist trope. XD  But a lot of protagonist dragons possess fur on there body. )

"In countless verses, I've come to learn that indigs are a dime a dozen. Kill 'em in this verse, save 'em in the next, torture them here set them free there, in the end it doesn't seem to make much difference.

"There's one guy who believes he's in a military training VR simulation and he's been trying to convince them to let him out by killing every single 'simulated' organism he sees. The poor guy is nuts. I've managed to convince him I'm one of the goodguys, stuck in the simulation with him. That took me 6 years to accomplish. Since he only let me live on average 50 minutes at a time, it took too many random chance meetings to count before that. Now, if he shows up, I 'help him get closer to the exit'. I hear he's usually calm for a few verses after that before he goes nuts again.

"This time we met, I'm way more powerful than you. Next time might be the first time I versed - it's long enough ago, I couldn't be sure. Or it might be after you've versed millions of more times and just my very next verse. Today you, tomorrow me."

Magehammer shows Jack around the mansion in his pocket dimension which has its own populated forest for training survivalist skills, a farm, a weapons range, and a forge among other amenities. He gives Jack the following basic weapons kit:
-handgun
-rifle
-automatic
-5 explosives
-phaser
-nano-swarm
If you have a favorite model of any of these, you can specify - otherwise we can leave it generic.

Magehammer introduces Jack to the townfolk of Toonland and explains that he isn't there to steal their daughters or their gold. They calm down and get used to him, even visiting him at his horde in the mountain where Magehammer the bear guides Dragon Jack in the intricacies of Order Magic.

Mr Magehammer is a hardass. He means well, but he's opinionated and in his mind he's always right, even when no one else realizes it. At times he seems verbally abusive, but he never intends to be. He wants to push Jack to his limits, and hopes that Jack will come to appreciate it in time, even if he gets upset for a few lifetimes.

Magehammer teaches Jack that it makes magic easier when you use a consistent ritual which can consist of spoken words, gestures and/or special items. The more of these are used, the greater the chance of success ((the more you describe, the better the buffs - that said, you only need to describe the ritual once, then I'll assume you repeat it unless time constraints prevent it)).

For 30 years they work together, and develop a kind of friendship dependent on Jack's ability to tolerate abuse. Really they work together for 20 years, and 10 of those 30 years are periods when Magehammer is avoiding Jack or everybody for a variety of reasons including special projects, time to go down the rabbit hole of psychosis, dealing with past traumas through various medication, pouting, reminiscing about Samantha AKA Sambina, training himself through practice in his pocket dimension, and more.

((This may be your last chance to interact with Magehammer))

“Oh, well apparently the multiverse has a lot of versions of me that are psychos, so if I don’t seem to recognize you, you should probably avoid me or something,” Jack advises, he has to imagine that given enough iterations and practice he could derive a magic capable of killing a verser completely and ending their multiversal travels, or at least trap a soul for eternity toss it into a void dimension outside of time.

But he doesn’t get into that. He just takes the time to practice with Magehammer, putting together his kit and refining it. Learning to use his tools.

He’d probably try to combine them at least once, or at least begin the design process to reduce most of his gear to something he can conjure or summon. Combining his halberd with his wand, his armor with his amulet, etc. He doesn’t want to be walking around like a walking armory, it feels awkward, and at present he doesn’t have a bag of holding or anything of that sort.

“Say, do you have any bags of holding? I’m gathering all of these things and I feel unwieldy,” he mentions at some point after he has collected his modern weapons kit.

When he can get time with Magehammer, he works to hone himself so that if he ever runs into the likes of an Emperor Jack again, he might not die too quickly.

“What’s your favorite world you’ve been to?” he asks, finally sitting down with a beer. Looking no older now, but now nearing his late forties, it's been a long time since he tried any other substances. He mostly just prefers to drink occasionally, though he hasn't experienced the long pressure of existential ennui.

When some time away from Magehammer adds in "I hope you don't feel the same away about 'indigs', I like to think all and any life is precious. Besides even if it's not pain and suffering feeds beings I'm sure you would rather be allowed to propagate."

"We are of one mind, Stella. If you ever think I am slipping toward the point of being callous toward life, please do remind me. I imagine at this point my outlook is that aside from the worst scum, I prefer to let most everyone live or be disarmed or captured," Jack answers Stella while he is busy working on his method of combining tools, a long-term project.

Magehammer laughs heartily, "I wouldn't worry about that too much. Everyone does. Literally everyone ever does - probably. But you've also got a proportionate number of non-psychos. If the chances of you going psycho are 1 in 10000, then all of your divergents have the same probability."


Over the course of 30 years, that's bound to come out. This is how he'd respond if it did:

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"I've heard it might be possible, but I don't know anything about how to permanently end a verser. Trapping however... I've probably got about 1000 or so trapped versers stored away in time-lock right now."

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Magehammer advises against modifying an Order object without being an Order Mage or Order Priest personally designated by the god of Order. That's something that chooses you - you can't just decide to become one. "However, I could combine them for you if you like." Without waiting for an answer he forcibly takes them from Jack and disappears into his Forge, coming back after a few hours with the two combined as one - the wand was turned into Order wood and worked into the handle of Orderblade.


Breastplate of Defense


"Sorry, but no. Most versers start with a chest or a backpack for the first few hundred verses. It doesn't matter if you leave it somewhere since it'll come with you when you verse out even if someone else stole it for a time. You'll just have to travel as far away from where you start as it was from you when you versed out. Die with your stuff on you? It's still there when you wake. Die with your stuff on the other side of the world, it's still there when you wake. Die with your stuff in a black hole or an alternate dimension, it could be spread around a bit, but it'll be retrievable at least."


Magehammer gives him a holo-cube with a non-sentient AI martial arts teacher to study on his own time later on ((for simplicity, after the 30 years is up though realistically it'd be happening some during that time too)). Magehammer explains, "It's hard to know how powerful someone is before going into a fight with them. Ever read Sunny Zoo's Art of War? Sometimes the best battle is the one not faught - use your head to get out of fights as much as you can, unless you know they're no match for you. If it's a verser, it's better for you to tolerate an evil verser than to make an eternal enemy, in my opinion."


His eyes go glassy for a moment, as he mouths, "Sambina"

After a moment of reverie, he admits, "It was never the worlds, it was always the people. I miss a woman I met on my first Verse - Samantha. The first time she met me, was in her first verse. She was scared and alone in the woods and I helped her. When I met her, she already had undying loyalty and love for me since we had already known eachother for years from her perspective. The last time I saw her, we had both spent over 8000 years together in total across hundreds or thousands of worlds. I'd do anything for her.

"But of the worlds I've been to, I was fond of Weedworld - every plant was a version of this one," he holds up the herb from his bong, "Even the fauna were smokable and filled with THC. But I also appreciated my second trip to Pearl Harbor. In my first trip to the city, I tried to warn the military base of an impending attack by their enemies that I knew about from history in my home universe. I crashed a jeep trying to escape from prison since no one was listening to me, then I had to listen from the hospital in a full-body cast to the city being decimated until a bomb landed in my bed. The second time, I didn't waste a moment. I flew around the base causing as much damage as I could, sinking most of the shipyard myself in just a few minutes. By the time I was finished, my home country declared war on the enemy within hours. Proudest day of my life, so far."


Helmet combines nicely with the compass and holo-cube trainer in detachable positions, then detect magic is always on when looking through the helmet's visor, and the martial arts training program can be fully immersive.
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Jack listens to all that Magehammer has to say, and even tries to read between the lines and learn things that the man hasn’t thought to teach him. When he finds out that he can just leave things laying around and they are somehow bound to travel with him, he does ask: “So if I get anything, it just automatically travels with me? Does that mean if I use a carriage at one point, I’ll always have that carriage? What’re the constraints of permanence between verses?”

The advice about not fighting is treated with a nod of the head, he had tried not to fight the Emperor until he was certain it was going to end up badly, that and the constant stream of torture videos. Maybe he’d been manipulated, it’s hard to be certain. Though he can’t imagine they knew he was going to banish the Emperor. Such a strange situation.

“She sounds lovely, Mr. Magehammer,” the wizard replies with a smile, and doesn’t ask any questions about her. This seems like the sort of touchy subject that would result in one of Magehammer’s spirals.

Having combined so much of his stuff, and learned as much as he has, he gets back to thinking about the fight against the Emperor. The guy had seemed strong and terribly fast. Inhuman. Like a full-sized dragon in human skin, as fast as a bolt of lightning, and tough!

“When I fought the Emperor Jack, briefly, I mean he was really strong and fast, like, way stronger than a spell would make me, at least without a ton of fine tuning and a ritual. Any advice on how to match that?” he asks, the questions rolling in across the years as he trains and learns from the elder Verser.

The combination of helmet and compass also has the effect of making it so that Stella is probably now infused as well, which might result in some curious combinations, one might assume.

((I'm going to keep asking questions until something happens by the way.))
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"I just thought of something... is he really a real dragon now, and is this going to last after he verses? Because if so ..... well never mind a dragon will find him and teach him all he would need to know wouldn't they? I kinda wish it was my creator, but her dragon self dont to much besides looking into the future, birthing herself new selves, and signing universes into being."

(You can change that if it dont aline with things...oh and if you WHANT to use dragon Aflea, go ahead and do so...you can RPer as with as advance her Verimagus would be at this point she probably makes about as much sense to normal people as her teacher did.  She probably talk like those beings in the longest story who are visiting a world where time flows but are from one with out it and persive all time happening at once so when they talk to you they can't tell the difference between the past present or future and there consequences and causality is all mixed up and the third time you meet them it's the first time you meet them to them and stuff like that)
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((Explain, you may be right for all I know. I can roll for it if it's too overpowered, or if not, it might be obviously so.))



"No. As a matter of fact, if you owned an anvil, it would probably be too heavy to take with you. For some reason I don't understand, there seems to be a weight limit on what you can take with you, but whatever that limit is, you have to be the owner of it. You can't take a rifle you borrowed from some indig unless that person died and had no heirs and you consider it to be your own and no one disputes that. If two Versers both feel they own the same thing, there seems to be a contest of wills or rights, either way, the multiverse decides who keeps it if it's ownership is in dispute."

EDIT: "Oh yeah, that weight limit increases over time. Again, I'm not sure by just how much."



"Train, practice, and end up in a verse that makes that easier." He shows a video from his phone from within the forge of a man the size of Juggernaut fighting a woman equally big and strong. "This is Ma and Pa. They've got some sort of something with eachother - they always fight and they seem to always end up in the same verse together. They ignore everyone else, but one battle between the two of them has the collateral damage of a nuclear explosion." He explains what that is. "They got that strong by training and practicing and being in the right works to gain physical abilities like self-healing and super-strength and so on."



((That's okay. He'll get tired of answering questions at some point and brood. But there are 30 years to all the questions, so once in satisfied that Jack's author - you - know enough about the Verse to get by, we'll move on.))



No, only cartoon Jack in toonland is a dragon because there are no humans in this world. Also, he's not a Pskaenian Dragon like from the Nexus multiverse cluster. He's a cartoon Order Dragon. It's completely different. But wondering about this, Stella would see that on a microscopic level, he is basically ink and magic.
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((I figured she might be able to control the combat training AI and add to the training, interacting with the other modules on the helmet.))

Jack listens, as he always does, and absorbs. He’d just need to find ways to improve his strength and such, and see how that carries through to the other universes.  He makes a mental note to try and figure out the exact weight, volume and nature of how the multiversal powers work to draw items between universes.

The questions he asks at various points across thirty years are as follows:

• “Is there a spell or way to aim where you end up?”
• “In the same sense, is there a way to trigger the move without dying? The Emperor wanted to die to do it, but I have to imagine there are spells for it too.”
• “Do you always end up the same? As in, are you ever reborn? Younger or older? I imagine it’d be harder if I looked like an old man and wanted to go to a world’s equivalent of a magic academy, to learn their version of magic, you know?” Though he does look to be in his late teens, so he can probably pull off looking a bit younger without too much effort.
• “Any other people I see I should run from? Like this Ma and Pa seem like I should banish them if I can, or at least get my ass away from where they’re fighting.”

He has other questions, but most of them seem like the sort of thing he’d have to train for and learn to do. He also ends up getting a crash course in terminology for things like ‘nanites,’ ‘technology’ and cars. He stops thinking of them as magical conveyances and begins to understand that they are the combination of simple mechanical devices combined to make much more complex ones.

"I know of two ways you can travel with out dying. One is studying Unimagus for a few decades... and the other is blowing yourself up with Void Balur for a few days till you figure out how to make stable portals. As far as control that takes practice and a focus, Aflea use to play the harpitar and sing... but she was part elf and they are tied with music and song. She build a void Balur dimensional tuning fork of sorts into her harpitar and used to to go wherever she wanted. Though she eventually replaced it with one that used magistone and worked with her unimagus."
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((Good idea, approved. Any skills Stella or her counterparts from the Pskaena universe know (since they were linked before Jack versed out) can be trained in, given enough time))


In his normal human body within the forge, Magehammer is quite buff and fairly tall. There are a few faded reproductions of pictures of him from Earth circa 2012. In them he is a little shorter and has a dad-bod with skinny arms. When he notices your curious attention, he explains, "Any strength you gain through training stays with you. Any injuries you sustain - no matter how severe - are healed if you verse out before healing. If you lose a hand and live a year before versing out, you go into the next verse one-handed. But now that you can use Order Healing, that won't be a problem. You can heal any wound that you are strong enough to heal as long as that magic can be used there."


((Theoretically he could, but I don't have the exact figures and I don't have a problem with giving him an infinite storage device after this world if he needs it. I think it's supposed to increase each time you verse (after spending a reasonable amount of time in a world), by about 10-100 kg. So he does the research, and it doesn't cost any extra time from other things.))

"That's the scriff in you, which is also infecting your stuff." *Roll* You get the feeling there's more to it than that.


"Maybe, anything's possible. Max Headroom, a verse I've met more times than I can count, claims he can jump from verse to verse, but I think he uses trans-verse portals to go where he wants. That only works in worlds where those technologies can work. I've never heard of someone choosing where they go when they die, but in my experience, the gods can choose for you."

"Not that I know of. But you could die painlessly. Max, for instance, has a chip in his head that kills him instantly if he verses into a world without enough tech to let the chip work right, or if he starts experiencing too much pain."

At that, Magehammer swings the hammer over his head, and a whirlwind of black and white surrounds him. When it subsides a moment later, he's a tiny toddler. In a baby's voice with an adult accent he says, "Anything's possible. I've never had my age changed by the verse, and I've never heard of anyone being reborn, except spiritually, but anything's possible." With a whirl of his hammer, he returns to normal.

"You see Ma or Pa, just stay the fuck out of their way and if you care about the indigs, evacuate them any way you can. They are highly resistant to all magic and tech, and I've never heard of anyone who surpassed their physical state, except other species. And they can change their DNA and physically shapeshift, so even aliens wouldn't stop them. But every entity ever born is probably a verser somewhere, and probably has an infinite number of divergents. You could meet a divergent me in the future, and he could be the kind of ass-hole to kill you first rather than say hello. Some versers are like that. They'll kill any verser who verses into the same world as them as quick as they can. Most people aren't like that, but it's impossible to predict. Anything's possible."

True

Stella adds, "OH! I almost forgot! Balur is now controlled by Een's awareness, so it probably wouldn't blow you up to try making Portals that way - you'd just have to find a way to get the Balur dust on you to grow into crystals first."
The holographic trainer, who is now interconnected with Stella's awareness and has access to her knowledge while attached to her through the helmet, suddenly appears in the form of Ben Stein and in monotone says, "Magus is the native magic of the Pskaenian multiverse, driven by nanites with magical abilities that avoid direct observation at all costs; and Balur is a crystaline lifeform with the power to convert its mass to energy in order to alter the physical world - its capacity to act (and think) is directly proportional to the size of its largest single crystal in the universe it currently occupies." ((He can explain how to grow Balur crystals if need be))

One of the very important aspects of Order Magic is that it uses your energy reserves to add Order to anything, and taking Order from anything adds energy back into your reserves. Ideally you'd take turns adding and removing Order to prevent excessive buildup of Order (which can cause flash freezing or sudden darkness or other things) or excessive loss of Order (which could cause your body to fall into a pile of mush or do other things).

At the end of his training, Magehammer says, "Wait here! I've got a special surprise for you that I've been working on for exactly 64 years now. The god of Order told me to make it 64 years ago, and today told me to give it to you. I'll be right back." He goes into the forge, and after a few moments, the forge and every unsold item in the shoppe disappears. Magehammer's scriff-sense vector (the tugging that-way sensation) is gone. Jack is the only verser in toonland.
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Jack as always, listens to everything attentively every time that Magehammer has something interesting to say. The note about learning ‘Unimagus’ magic has him interested, and he makes a note to do that when he’s not doing other things. That sounds interesting, and could lead to all sorts of interesting discoveries.

The words about Ma and Pa being unsurpassable instills in him a deep, and unexpected, need to surpass them. He has so little interest in being a meathead who solves problems with his fists, but now, hearing that, after twenty years of learning about being a Verser and how things work, he sort of wants to do it. Like climbing a mountain. He has heard about the biggest mountain, and now he wants to climb them both, plant his flag and then eventually tell Mr. Magehammer he did it.

Add that to the to-do list, brain.

“Could I grow a Balur crystal in a pocket dimension or something similar, and take one along with me when I travel?” he asks. It’d help when he eventually learns Unimagus.

The comment about something being made for him earns a raised eyebrow and he tries to figure out what it could be, and just as he is beginning to guess, he finds that Mr. Magehammer has disappeared.

“Either he did that on purpose, as a joke, or picking it up killed him?” he speculates to the Stellamet.  Standing there stunned for as long as it takes him to get over it and decide that he isn’t going to just pop up again.

“Well, I don’t suppose he’s coming back. Let’s go find something fun in this world,” he decides. Putting on all of his gear, he makes sure he hasn’t left anything behind, and then takes off flying. Headed off randomly now.

"Well if you don't have a particular level of balur saturation you can't control balur, so dust manipulation would be difficult." If she has anyway of telling if Jack has the right amount of balur in him she will check, and try and guide him to collecting the dust on him into once place maybe even have enough to make a very small crystal. "If you did have an dimentinal pocket though it would be a good place for void balur to grow... as balur grows by absorbing the type of energy associated with it."

"I know some basics about Unimagus and can start you down the path of learning it, but it would take some time experimenting on your own before you would be able to make portals. That and my knowlage is all second hand so it might not help you at all and you could be waisting years trying.... so I think you should try and find a teacher if you wish to know that."

((I feel like I should start a lexicon for this game.))

((Exactly.
I've got to tell you, studying or using magics from the Pskaena multiverse would be only one limited option. Magus - the magical nannite magic system - is hard to train in and only works in universes that would allow both moderate magic and super high technology. Only the simplest of Magus spells could even be used in toonland, and mostly just on himself. Balur isn't bad to learn because it's "magic" is actually based on normal physics and doesn't rely on tech or magic, so it would work in a high tech universe was well as a low tech, high magic or low magic, but not toonland with its extremely  low physical. A Verser can figure out what kind of laws govern their available items, spells and tech by trying a series of little tests when they verse in to a new universe - that way they don't run across a cop, yell out a magic word and look like they're having a breakdown. But there are literally an infinite number of magics and spells you could learn, so feel free to imagine away and not rely on a system I made for a different game. I enjoy those magics since I created Magus and altered Balur from a simple crystal magic system, those systems will be available to you even if Jack ends up trapped inside another Verser's pocket dimension prison for a few hundred years. That wasn't foreshadowing, but it's not off the table - it could be fun!))

Who knows what prize may be won for that?




He isn't saturated yet, but it's working its way into his body and items and he will be saturated by the end of the next world, able to create a small crystal and work on growing it. The Magus nannites will always automatically try their best to enhance any spell Jack uses.



Toonland isn't 3d or 2d or 4d. Toonland is any which way but loose, except when it is loose. The Cardinal directions in toonland are not North/South, Easy/West, but are instead:

Plausible/absurd (what happens)
Serious/wacky (why things happen)
Symbolic/surreal/realistic (how it's drawn)
Strict/loose (what characters can be there - in-show only or crossovers allowed)

For example,
Simpsons would be plausible to mildly absurd, wacky, mild realism, strict while
Simpsons Halloween specials would be absurd, wacky, mild realism, loose
Silly Symphonies would be absurd, wacky, surreal, strict

Magehammer spent alot of spare time in Loose Anime districts.

 Today: Writer, on behalf of Jack, rolled 26 using 4d20 ((16,1,2,7)).

Jack went towards an area that is very absurd, extremely serious, very symbolic, and strict.

((This was very not planned and could have huge consequences))

He lands on a giant chess board as a black pawn nearing the end of the board. The Black King piece readies a Black Bishop, Rook and Knight, not revealing which one he'll choose.

A giant hand moves a grey rook away from the black Jack pawn.

((Neat! I’m a bit like Ash with magic, I wanna catch ‘em all. Be the best there ever was.))

Jack glances around at where he has wound up, not quite pinning down the nature of Toon Land just yet. It’s a continuum of some sort of drawn universes, but that in itself has him wondering if those universe also exist on their own and this conjoined format is simply yet another place where they exist? Does he change as he travels now? Or is he a dragon through and through?

Looking around at squares around him, he realizes that he has indeed become a pawn.

“A pawn? Really? Stella, we’re adding it to the to-do list, I’m going to get strong enough that no universe dares to make me a ‘pawn,’ that’s so insulting,” he says, feeling a bit peeved. Though he’s also curious what is happening here, so he stays to let it play out.

Talking to the Stellamet is his way of talking to himself when he feels like talking outloud to himself. It makes him feel less insane. Though he is clearly surrounded by insanity.

"A pawn is actually a rather powerful piece, it has the power of promotion to become any other piece on the board if it makes it to the enemies territory. A pawn is raw potential. I'm a little more concerned about the scriffs abilities concerning your property, that represents something that couldn't be done with out intelligence enough to know the difference between something your using and something you own. It don't just spread, it spreads with intent."
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((using speech to text, so it might be a little off. In a rush. But want to get this post posted.))

Along the strict/loose continuum, loose means that characters from multiple different cartoon universes can be present. Strict means that only characters from that cartoon concept universe can be present. However characters from other universes or shows or comics can appear as characters that would be consistent in that particular location. For instance, in a Batman cartoon area which is strict, anyone can show up as an extra. A cartoon cow from Mickey mouse universe, might show up as a cow in a zoo, or as a person in a cow costume. here, Jack is a pawn.

The black king says, "greetings Jack." Jack's pawn moves to the end of the board. "Now is your chance to become something other than a pawn. Should you choose you may become a knight, a priest, or a mage. The position of Queen is not yet open. As a night, you will be able to continue to use order magics through your Halberd or as Dragon. As a priest, you will have access to all of my power as the god of order, and I will intervene in your life to save you or place you where I desire you to be. As a mage, you will be able to make items of order, such as order iron, order wood and other order items, provided you have the skill. Also as a mage, I may call upon you from time to time. What is your choice?"

Jack looks up at the Black King and then he recalls the chess piece which had changed his halberd to begin with.

“Can a mage still use order magics for other purposes or are they only able to craft?” he asks. “Because if I can still use Order Magic, like Mr. Magehammer taught me, I’d like to be a mage. The idea of being able to craft like he did would be really interesting.”

A pause.

“And can I still uh, promote to become a Queen, if I stop being a pawn?” he asks, not familiar with the rules. Perhaps Stella was right and he should remain a pawn until he can promote directly.

Knowing his mind, the black king laughs and says, "This is why I chose you. You have ambition. Magehammer is himself an order mage. Most of what magic you saw him do, was done through order magic. You would, as a mage, be able to use all order magic. You would have to practice in it in order to become better at it, just as in every other skill that can be mastered. You could even pray if you chose to, to the god of Order, myself. That is to say, you could speak with me through your mind. However, as a mage, there is no guarantee that I would care or listen."

He looks at the tiny 5 chess pieces sticking to Jack's pawn, and says, "Greetings, Stella, Connie, Constance, Scord and Een. How is it with you?"

One of the tiny chess pieces responds, "Salutations to the Avatar of Order. Een and I are well, just focused on growing until we can become useful again."

Another piece responds, "Tiny... mind... "

The black king sends a bolt of black lightning toward the most recently speaking chess piece, the chess piece seems to grow in some way yet does not increase in size.

"Ah! Thank you for that, that is much better. Are we still mages of Order?"

"No. In your current forms, you are the avatars of your own form of magic. The time will come when you will be like me - once you transcend the limits of the multiverse. Your magic is limited to the kind of magic that you are, yet it is unlimited in that it is as powerful as it is possible to be. With great power, great responsibility. The all will be in touch with you soon."

The black king says, "And what about you two Constance and Connie?"

The two arguing chess pieces which were the vampire sword say, "We're busy, thank you very much."

Jack can’t exactly explain what is happening around him with all of these pieces talking while attached to him somehow, but he thinks he can process. They’re attached to him because they represent kinds of magic, or something of that sort. He doesn’t want to get into that however, as he’s certain it’s just a manifestation of being a chess piece of Order in this case.

The explanation of what it means to be a Mage of Order gathers a mental nod of the head from the verser, but he doesn’t say anything further.

Leaving the others to their conversations while he waits for the King to do the next thing. Make him a mage? Or is that already done? Will he become a different piece?

He would like to be able to access his things and use them, but it feels inappropriate to move around, seeing as he’s a piece on a board at the moment and it might disrupt their game. It’s not like he minds waiting a few minutes. He spent thirty years learning from Mr. Magehammer, he can handle a few minutes waiting for his turn.

The Black and White Kings and Queens all laugh, and black and white lightning falls from every direction and hits everything.

Jack is himself. He is human, wearing his robes and equipment.

But Cagedeath is a gilded cage with a wise man in an attractive dress and a strong woman in dashing leather arguing inside. They both appear comfortable, and are arguing about a woman the man had known some 100,000 years ago. They're wearing matching wedding wristbands.

The Helmet is Stella, the giant rabbit.

A small Magusstone in Cagedeath is Scord and Een, who look like this: https://www.pikpng.com/pngl/m/...er-action-figure.png

The Black King says to Stella, "Nice work with the Leporidaeans. We love them, here."

The Black King and Queen are 16 feet tall, dressed in smooth black light-absorbing material sprinkled with glittering stars. The White King and Queen are 13 and 19 feet tall, dressed in white and rainbow flames.

The gods of Order say to Jack, "The choice is yours to make - if you would like to become an Order Mage, signify by saying, 'I am an Order Mage.', in doing so, you will have access to all of the power of Order to the extent that your will, skill, enchanted objects and rituals can obtain by your effort. You will also be required from time to time - not more than 1/64th of your time alive, and not less than 1/512th of your time alive - to create an object for any person the King and Queen of Order request. In the event this agreement is not upheld by either part, the life of the one who does not comply will be ended once, not to exceed a single incarnation or 'verse'.  - if you would like to become an Order Mage, signify by saying, 'I am an Order Mage.'"

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"While I admit it was so much more work than Alfea ever thought it would be, it was diffidently worth it. Even if saving them started a war, it was a war that should be fought. While everything has a right to exist, feed, propagate and the like.... a world dedicated to the factory farming of suffering tortured souls is not acceptable."

Decides to make herself look like a Leporidaean plant golem for old times sake, mixing in the materials and look of the compass she is bound to to make up metallic looking and steampunk clothing. Holding a staff of a stylized compass neddle with the crystal she is bound to in it..... because why not.  (stella's stats should have been good enough to pull this off then lol should be more so now, altering a spiritual/mental projection of her form should be easish if the god creating the mini realm isn't trying to hold her to a form.... not they could easy force her back if she fought if she did it while they wheren't paying atention it would be easy! =p)

"I do see though it is avoiding the question of promotion you asked."
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Scord explains, "The Queen of Order is the goddess of Order. To become the Queen, you'd have to become as powerful as possible in Order magics, and be willing to commit to the role as Queen, sacrificing your ego in the process. You could become the Queen later, but being a mage won't prevent that and can only help... I asked the same question when it was my turn, umptynine thousand years ago."

"I've seen you before.... didn't you hell the dragon Alfea once or twice before she whent all dragon?"

Jack doesn’t really want to commit himself to any one type of magic, he wants all of them. That’s the thing that the years with Magehammer taught him. It’s the opportunity to know every magic.  The fact that he might be asked to help the God of Order with business related to maintaining Order, and that others have done so, makes him accept without hesitation: “I am an Order Mage.”

The conversation between the small pieces attached to him earns a glance, but he doesn’t bother them. Just listens and appreciates the feedback from one of them about how it won’t influence his ability to grow.

Once Jack accepted the terms, the gods of Order and Chaos snap their fingers and the chess board returns. Jack is now a black Rook. The god of Order says, "There will be an important item waiting for you in the next world. Use your imagination to maximize your power in Order magic - if the principle of Order can be applied in some way in order to obtain desired results, try it - you just might create a new kind of spell by your efforts.  From the contents of your mind, I suggest you go here next." He says pointing to a spot in a holographic map of Toonland that the helmet is now projecting. "It's deep into absurd territory, midway toward wacky, moderately surreal and it's very loose. It often becomes a hotspot for Versers when they're here due to the availability of skills such as learning how to reach into hammerspace, forgetting about gravity, becoming a rocket, summoning anvils, and other such fun."

If Jack chooses to go there, he can work on learning anything that a character in "Silly Symphonies", "Animaniacs", "Loony Tunes", or the Hanna Barbara universe can do. Each of these would be considered Cartoon Magic.

“An important item? The thing that Magehammer was making and was supposed to give me before he disappeared, by chance?” Jack asks.

The principles of applying his imagination to Order magic of course earn a nod. He doesn’t lack for imagination, the only thing that might hold him back anywhere is going to be the worry that he’d rip everyone in half again or teleport them all to a big brick warehouse. Since apparently using magic in the wrong place at the wrong time would result in some catastrophic stuff happening.

One doesn’t become a supreme wizard in every aspect of magic by skipping over one or more types of magic, so when he’s told to go and visit part of Toon Land, he nods his head and gives a mental wave of goodbye. “See you guys around!” he calls out as he takes off, teleporting away and then flying off with his dragon wings when they return. Headed toward the suggested portion of this universe.

Stella would suggest trying to learn how to access hammer space as it is the most likely to work in other worlds. As extra dementional spaces exist by several laws.

"The very same. To clarify, the next world you verse into."



When Jack thinks this, the voice of Scord pipes up from one of the chess pieces attached to Jack's Rook, "Yeah... That was partly my fault. When you banished the evil Jack, I was pissed off that a Verser was tormenting my people using magics beyond my ability to affect, so I was adding extra power to everything you did to stop him. I just didn't quite calculate the right amount of power to add to your banishing spell. As for tearing people in half, that seems to have been part of the weird rules of that particular bubble-verse. But spells can go catastrophically wrong just like Magehammer said. A good rule of thumb is, if it's easy, it's safe. If it's hard, be careful."


When Jack arrives, the first thing he notices is a large bubble containing the area. A ridiculously large sign reads, "Loony Crossovers". Toons are passing through the bubble without any trouble, so Jack passes the bubble as well. The moment he is through the barrier, he is met by the scriff vectors of countless other Versers. There are hundreds of them here mixing with the local toons. Some live action Versers are mingling with toons and toon Versers. The Versers are all coming and going from a smaller bubble in the middle of Crossover.

"Jack!" A young voice in the crowd yells out, "Hey, buddy, over here!" The voice is coming from a live-action boy about 10 years old standing right next to a tent with a sign out front reading, "Bags of Hammerspace".

Jack glances down at himself when he ‘arrives’ out of the chess set, to figure out where Scord and the others were speaking from. Does he have accessories on his armor he hadn’t noticed, or was it a metaphorical attachment? “Uh, Mr. Scord, can you still talk?” he asks.

Flying into the Loony Crossovers bubble, he lands and is about to start playing with the physics of how things work here when one of the locals calls out to him by name. Of course, apparently his face is just a thing people recognize. He’ll need to get used to that.

Walking over to the boy, he waves politely and says, “Hey there, buddy. I’m Jack, I’m new at this, so I don’t know who you are, but don’t take it personally, I barely know who I am!” this said with a smile in the spirit of the loony verse. His (dragon?) arms shrugging to either side.

The form of two humans coalesce in front of him coming from two streams of particles that flow from the stone in Cagedeath.

A feminine voice says, "Consider us to be part of the background. We represent the two forms of magic that were present in the first universe that you versed into."

A masculine voice adds, "We both have our own tasks to accomplish, but we will be present with you anytime you decide to learn are representative magics. Now that the god of order sent us a power boost, it would be possible for you to learn these magics now. My wife, Een, and I are both present enough throughout your body to allow you to use our forms of magic. Before we became avatars of these magics, they could both be used for any purposes, however now that our awareness guides them, we won't allow them for uses we deem unacceptable."

Een says, "Even so, you'll have to wait until you enter into a different universe, because neither of our magics are strong enough to do much in this universe. Both require an actual physical world to work within."


"Right... Oh I see. This must be the first time that you meet me. Not the first time I've met you though. I'm Elliot. You and I go way back. For me, we first met about a century ago, back in my first time in the Verse. I will be forever grateful to you for what you did for me... that is, what you will do in your future. No spoilers though, it could really mess things up.

"Anyway, what are you up to? Anything I can help you with? Also, why are you in your Order Dragon form right now?"

Elliott has a deep scar over his left eye, and a cartoon eye in the socket.

Looking at the two that materialize out of his sword, he nods a little. Apparently he’s now the place where all the other Versers are hanging out? Okay! He can handle that. It’s also interesting that the magic from his homeworld was “their” magic? How curious.

 “Uh, this is just how I look when I’m here, I guess? I don’t know how to change it, maybe I could, but I don’t think I’d change myself fundamentally? Like I could put an illusion over it, but I hadn’t yet,” Jack answers Elliot. “Anyway, nice to meet you Elliot. Are you selling these bags?” he asks, indicating the hammerspace bags.

He still isn’t entirely sure what hammerspace is, on a fundamental level, but he’s here to learn.

"Interesting, which one of you two is the time traveler then?"

No, sorry, Scord's voice spoke into Jack's mind, I don't mean to intrude on your thoughts, but my magic is not from your homeworld. I was 'improving' your homeworld's magic when you were in my world. I say my world, because I'm the one who created it, or at least, my variant and I both created that world to write stories about. My variant created the world that Emperor Jack versed into, the world that Stella, Magus, Verimagus (which is a subtype of Magus), and Balur all came from. I became a Verser after running a game with Stella as one of the player characters. I versed into the world after I had already gained a great deal of abilities, and I was a kind of Mary-Sue for my non-verser variant who was the game's GM in a different universe. A bunch of us tried to convince the GM to give us a miraculous ending. The way things went was a little unexpected, and I'm pretty sure a few plots were abandoned, but in the end, one of the results was that I became the awareness of Magus and my wife Een (who was also a Verser) became the awareness of Balur. Sorry to ramble, I'll be silent again now.


He laughs like Jack just told the greatest joke. "...Oh, you don't know how to change yet! Here, I'll show you." Elliot takes a few minutes and teaches Jack how to change form from a cartoon to a real person and back when the laws of the local universe permit it. One benefit is the ability to create his own toon form by drawing it, and holding its image in his mind while he meditates. The meditation takes Elliot less than a second to become an animated human-sized squirrel, then a tiny flying elephant with ears for wings, and back to human with a toon eye. The meditation takes Jack about 5 minutes, but it was his first try. It is also the same skill that he taught himself when he drew the ball that became a toon ball. ((I wonder if he used his learn magic spell at the same time, though...))


"That depends, what are you willing to trade for? I could use an Order iron nail... HA! Just pulling your leg. For you, Jack, you can have your choice on me!

"All Hammerspace Bags come with an infinitely stretchable opening, limited only by the availability of toon magic, and made easier by the user's skill with Hammerspace, but never less than 3.14 meter in circumference. In a variety of styles, I've got some that are woven from hand-drawn silk for the total toon look, a few interwoven from totally real to totally toon to hide in plain sight, a backpack, and" he pauses dramatically, "my personal recommendation, for the Verser who just needs to always be able to access all of their stuff, and do so in style, the Tardis. Not an actual TARDIS. The Tardis comes backed up with all of the following forms of extradimensional storage strategies in order to virtually guarantee access in almost all Verses:

• toon magic hammerspace,
• dice magic bag of holding,
• physics hyperspacial manipulation,
• Unimagus portalspace sphere,
• Balur void crystal portalspace sphere,
• psychic pocket dimension retrieval,
• dreamspace,
• non-degrading starfleet transporter beam buffer,
• digital quantum-lock access,
• and about a dozen more I can't remember right now.

"I only have 3 of them right now, but I'm working on their production through some fellow Versers, so I'll have more in the future. The Tardis is also customizable in internal and external appearance, so, yes, you can have the 10th Doctor's or the War Doctor's desktop background."

Being an Order Mage, Jack also automatically hears this Order translation: "...my personal recommendation for you is this one called Tardis. It should work almost anywhere and uses many different technologies and magics to ensure that it should work almost anywhere. It's really expensive and I'll have to pay some people out of pocket for giving it to you, but I want you to have it. Also you can make it look like whatever you want, so it's really cool, please pick this one."


Elliot laughs jovially, "Stella, you're too funny! Versers don't always meet in chronological order. Sometimes you'll Verse into a universe 100 years from its collapse and then later you'll verse into that same universe billions of years earlier. Sometimes you'll meet a Verser for the first time who's seen you 1000 times before, and other times someone you've seen hundreds of times hasn't met you yet. Or if you both meet for the first time, your next meeting might be their 40,000,000th meeting with you. Time means nothing in the Verse. Our stall neighbor to the right has never seen Hubworld yet, even though he had a long-term store there for hundreds of years. Our stall neighbor to the left spent hundreds of lifetimes in Hubworld after she and the one to our right had both spent over 100 verses consecutively together. The Verse is vast and time means nothing. In a sense, all Versers are time-travelers, even though that's not really what we do."
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In response to scorns talk "And the fact he says stuff like that some times is why I bring up the possibility of pataphysics aswell...... especially when he starts talking to people's 'players' instead of them."

EDIT (Yes, say hi to Scord... the guy who don't know what the fourth wall is.)
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To Scord: I don’t know what a lot of those words mean, but I think I get the gist, and I’ll do my best to suppress my instinct to assume that you’re just making all of this up.

When he is shown how to change forms, he takes a minute to get a hang of it and tries to change his size rather than shape first. With effort, he first makes himself a dragon the size of a skyscraper just to see if he can though his arms are laughably small, and then shrinks back. Focusing again, he becomes “himself” with a big nose and has to adjust it by pushing on it with his hand.

“Better!”

Listening about the bags, he wonders if an Order nail is actually worth something. He’d have to make a bunch of them! “Okay sir!”

The bags do sound very useful. “So that means I can use all of those things no matter where I end up? That is pretty useful, I’ll definitely need Stella to teach me how to use Unimagus then,” he says with a big grin, happy for more magic to learn.

Hearing about how time functions, he nods. “Stella: Mr. Magehammer explained that too, about how I’d get help from people who’d I’d helped in their past. That it’s what we do when we have time. So it's all relative, right? Nobody is going backward and forward in time, time is just a big mess of spaghetti and Verses just randomly jump in and out of the noodles. Though to be honest, I'm wondering if there isn't a membrane that surrounds us, instead of this 'scriff' or if scriff could be described as a membrane, and the membrane makes us a universe ourselves. I've  been trying to come up with a way to describe it that clicks for me.”

Back on topic!

“I’ll take a Tardis bag, please.”
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*Roll*
*Advance skill*

*roll*

*Roll*
In fact, a number of local businesses advertise accepting various standard forms of currency, including Order Iron nails (which Jack is experienced in making thanks to being trained in blacksmithing). It seems most currencies are directly convertible into work or power of some kind. Jack was taught by Mr Magehammer that order nails changed the attributes of whatever they were hammered into. When asked how, he just said "Orderly".


"Not quite. You'll have access to your items through whichever of these means best provides you with your stuff. In a toon universe, your hammerspace bag, in a starship, the transporter, etc. Make sense? Inside the Tardis, you can use it all. ((All magics and skills are easier to learn in the Tardis than an average world, but specialized worlds often make leveling up easier.))

"The Unimagus portal space will work even if you can't manipulate it with your own magic skill, you'll still be able to use the onboard dashboard to customize it inside and out as much as possible. Default settings place all your stuff in the same interior space, but you can modify it as you like."



"It's all yours, big buddy!

"Hey, if you've got that blacksmithing skill yet, and you'd like to setup shop, a stall just opened up nearby! If you'd like a look around, I can show you what's available."

Some time later, after the tour and Jack's decision about the store, they decide to have a meal, Elliott's treat, in a quiet yet popular restaurant. Called the Restaurant at the End of the Multiverse, one of the rooms is the famous Restaurant at the End of the Universe with Zappod Beetlejuice. It's quiet because every new reservation can choose exactly how many people they want to share how much space with, and be accommodated in numerous variations across the multiverse. It's popular beyond this convenience because at the pinnacle of the evening's ethically sourced meal, the nights entertainment is crowned by front-row seats to a magnificent display of an assortment of last-moments of universes throughout the multiverse, specially selected for unique experiences with every visit.

Elliott asks Jack to stop by his store that night at a certain time to walk there.
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“Yes, it makes sense now. I was wondering what a bag of dice holding would do, and why I’d need dice, but now I understand. There’s some universe out there where a dice of bag holding is the ideal form for a bag to hold my things as an extra-dimensional space,” Jack confirms his understanding.

The way that the bag will work makes him finally understand. It’s just a bag that works as a bag everywhere, not a bag with a bunch of useful tricks. When he hears that he can learn magic even faster in the Tardis, he makes a note to try that. He could learn everything! All the magic! Taking the bag, he juggles it in his hands a bit and then attaches it to his belt. He’d have preferred to put it into a jacket, but he lost his jacket to Emperor Jack.

“Sure!” he agrees and goes over to check out the stall. He will quickly agree to working as a blacksmith as it gives him experience at smithing, and will also let him get himself a new jacket. Maybe he could also trade for some training in various types of magic. In his Tardis.

After he has decided to open the store, later, he goes with Elliott to the Restaurant at the End of the Multiverse and looks around at all of the diners like a tourist gawking at a tourist attraction. It’s good he doesn’t have a camera, or he’d be snapping pictures of anyone that looks interesting.

Joining Elliott at the table, he watches the various universal endings and says, “They’re all quite spectacular in their own way, aren’t they? I wonder if I was there for any of them.” A smile on his face as he considers the future.

Elliot responds, "Well, specifically it's the magic we call Dice Magic because it tends to follow a certain set of roll-of-the-dice rules. From what you've told me over the years, it's the magic from your home world. You might know it simply as a bag of holding."


A holographic projection appears before Jack and says, "Greetings, how would you like for me to refer to you, owner of the Tardis? I am your onboard features guide and control station. Tell me how you'd like the interior or exterior of your bag formatted, and I'll make it happen. From a hat you can wear, to a shield of entrapment, you pick the design and I comply."

Elliot explains, "It's a self-evolving AI butler for the bag!"



Pete the landlord looks like Pete from Steamboat Willie. He says, "Do what you want, rent is due in 30 days. If you're gone, the location is forfeit. But I'll do you one favor. Don't buy an anvil, learn how to summon them. Place your thumb on this pad, and wherever you end up, I'll come to collect rent."

After that is settled, Pete says, "I could use an Order nail if you have the skill to make them. I'll teach you the cartoon magic anvil summoning skill in exchange for the next Order nail you make."



Pete would accept going in there to train you, even though he laughs and under his breath comments about it being creepy in a funny way.



When he goes to pick up Elliott, a shortish 25 year old live-action woman answers the door and beams up at Jack. She is sporting a deep but beauty-accentuating scar over hey left eye, which is a stunning sparkly cartoon eye. "Alright! Let's party, bud!" As gorgeous as she is, she feels like a bro, and around her, Jack feels a sense of commeradery and platonic friendship. It's almost like an Aura of Friendzone. "It's me, Elliott!" She stated.

Elliott booked a table where they could gawk at a great variety of aliens and creatures but still carry on private conversation. Every species imaginable, and some that break the mind if you stare too long are present. Giants of epic proportions done in miles-distant mountain sized tables. Aquatic dwelling creatures watched from room-sized aquariums. A few pixilated digital creatures ate pixel-flowers. Other meals included meats from Sentient-satisfied-sacrifice-suicide-swine, a variety of fruit from conscious-loving-fruit-trees and multiple offerings from various plants and animals who knowingly and willingly gave their plenty as part of a reciprocal relationship with the restaurant.

When he attached the holocube to his helmet, it came with a 3D camera app.


Jack recognizes one in the interior of a warehouse.

“Oh, you can change your shape? How durable are you?” Jack asks the hologram, he actually recognizes this thing because Mr. Magehammer had one, and he’d asked about it, or he’d have assumed it was an illusion. Perhaps in some universes, it would be an illusion. “A nice proper wizard hat would do me fine, thank you.”

With his floppy wizard hat on now, he agrees to the deal for the stall. Making a nail in exchange for the stall rental and learning how to summon an anvil. He’ll also need to summon a hammer, but given that it’s called hammer space, he trusts that won’t be too difficult.

Proceeding into his hat, he waits for Pete and learns the business of summoning anvils and a hammer.

  “You’re too pretty now, Elliott, I’ve been living with Mr. Magehammer for thirty years without seeing a woman that wasn’t a toon,” he points out, feeling rather awkward to be talking to a girl for the first time since he was a teenager, and to be honest, he was never a very suave teenager to begin with.

When he remembers the cube’s camera, he uses it to get a few interesting pictures of things which catch his interest.

“Hey Elliott, see that one, I made that one, I think. I made it when I banished everyone with my name from one universe, there. Then I made everyone rip in half and it ended, by trying to time travel. That was my first verse and a uh, half,” he says with a smirk at the pun.

Whispers quietly "Maybe you shouldn't share how you acidently did a genocide to everyone even if it want your fault not everyone will be so understanding." Had considered seeing if she could do the plant golem compass thing and be a cute little bunny in Jake's pocket but he may be trying to hit on someone and dont want to get in the way.
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"Yes, I can accommodate any any simple shape like an item of clothing, or if you have one, I can convert the interior of any object you own into the inside of the bag. The Tardis is more durable than it should be, but using it as a shield risks damaging the mechanisms and causing your stuff to fly out across the universe if the bag explodes from damage."


Pete comes into the hat and becomes a dog/bear-like furry creature and bellows, "HA! You want to learn cartoon magic inside this space?! Come-on, I'll wait outside to teach you cartoon magic in a cartoon world." ((Specialized magic is easier to learn in places especially suited for it - and I already rolled and don't want to have to re-roll with fewer dice for you))
*roll, advance quick learning & obtain skill: 3/3 Summon Object from Hammerspace*

Pete says, "So here's what you gotta do for summoning an anvil from hammerspace - look at something that needs a good smashing, draw a big "X" on the ground below it, then stand back and wait confidently, believing with all your might that an anvil will fall out of the sky and smash it. That's not the only way, but it's my favorite. The more steps you put in, the more likely it will be to happen. It's the same principle for summoning any item from hammerspace. It's just; don't expect anything you wouldn't expect to see in a wacky cartoon. All you gotta do is confidently reach somewhere out of sight or prepare to receive the object you want from someplace out of sight, and it'll oblige. You'll get a cartoon version of that item. It works better when you try to get it from a place that's already a cartoon."

*roll for anvil & advance Summon Object from Hammerspace*
Pete suggests smashing a tall and thin grey cartoon bunny passing by, but the bunny says, "Oh, go pick on a big-eared mouse, doc," and wanders off.

Whatever Jack decides to drop an anvil on, when the anvil falls, it isn't a cartoon, it is solid real iron.

Pete looks amazed for a split second, before scoffing and saying, "Beginner's luck. That's very rare, so don't count no it happening often. Any toon items summoned will disappear once they're no longer needed or if they wear out. But in the rare cases you get something real, it's real."
((Beginner's luck is a very real phenomenon in games like this with Versers. According to JohnA1NUT, it's a big thing that no one can explain, and it often annoys the GM for how good of an outcome it is often associated with))

Pete says, "Remember, I'll be back for my nail first, and the rent later."


Jack remembers his instructions and figures that his hat is at least partly cartoon, so...

*roll & advance Summon Object from Hammerspace*

Jack pulls a hammer from his hat. From the feel of the hammer, it'll be good enough to make 2 or 3 nails before it'll need replacing. There's no forge here, but the spare forge in Magehammer's shoppe might still be there. Of course, there're other ways to heat up metal, and there are a few pounds of scrap iron laying around Jack's stall area.


Elliott does her best to put Jack at ease as gestures at her party outfit, a full punk-leather outfit with spiky black hair and metal studs - all somehow managing to be classy, gorgeous and casual at the same time, "I didn't spend 4 hours on my outfit and 2 hours changing my body just to change my mind. Don't worry, we're old friends. I'll be your wingman if you want, all I want is to catch up with my old friend Jack. Whatever else is just bonus."


Elliott laughs at the groan-worthy pun and watches with interest the universe in question.

Once that universe seems to be done being destroyed, she says, "Hey Jack! There's one of my world-enders!"
Jack sees a world in a giant toon pond, and a drain-plug at the bottom. A one-eyed fish with a scar over the left eye socket is being chased by a big group of sharks. The fish swims to the plug and pulls it out. The entire world empties into nothingness.

Elliott says, "That one really sucked."

Jack follows the directions and proceeds back outside to learn, wondering if he couldn’t have just added some sort of cartoon magic space to the inside of the Tardis. It did seem bigger .. on the inside. Looking around, he pulls off his shoe, making himself into a cartoon because it feels like a cartoon being flattened won’t be nearly so gruesome as smashing his “real” flesh and blood. Though to be honest, he isn’t entirely sure that he is flesh and blood anymore. He’s more of a dimensional aberration, a dimensional membrane shaped like a man, containing something called sciff.

Or maybe he really is a person.

“Could I have just drawn an anvil?” he asks when Pete has shown him how, while he concentrates on making an anvil fall from the sky. When it hits his cartoon dragon foot, it flattens it like a pancake and hurts like the dickens, but he peels it out from under and reinflates it by blowing into his thumb.

When Pete mentions the rent he nods.

Jack doesn’t need a forge, he just turns back into a dragon and exhales fire onto the iron to get it hot! Holding it in a dragon hand, he gets it red hot and starts to hammer away. Makin’ nails and anything else people might want, all the while he barters for stuff! Stuff is good!

---

The meeting with Elliott is going well, though a bit distracting, and to cool his engines a little, he uses a bit of ‘wizard’ mental focus to start solving ritual equations in his head anytime he gets distracted by her femininity. He isn’t about to suggest she changes!

He ignores Stella, he was funny and it wasn’t his fault, he didn’t know how things worked!

“Yeah, can’t get any lower than that,” he agrees.

((Biases! That's what it's called when a world is easier or harder to use a skill - it's called a bias. Jack would know this by now - so would Glitch for that matter))

*Roll*
Jack thinks about it and realises he might be able to build a structure in Toonland with material from Toonland and put it in the Tardis - thus creating a space within the structure inside the Tardis with the biases of Toonland. Maybe. But this should work in other worlds too.
((Would require a roll for the skill used to make the structure and a roll for the skill the structure is biased in favor of. Worst case, the structure fails. Best case, the biases are even better in the structure than out.))



Pete throws a pencil at Jack and shouts, "QUICK! Draw a sword!" He pulls a cartoon sword of of his mouth, points it at Jack's face and says, "Draw it and it'll be all pretty and might even obey any special instructions you give it if you're a good enough artist, but sometimes you need a thing faster than you can draw. Besides, anvils like being summoned for some reason."


*Roll*
It's funny how a person can be alive for 30 years without ever finding a reason to breathe fire, and then decide to try it for the first time in the middle of a market. No harm, no foul.

Jack gets the feeling this would've done something different if he tried it on a nail he made, but when he tries to breathe "fire" on the chunk of iron (a discarded broken cast-iron pot, instead of fire he breathes darkness, cold and Order. The broken pot mends itself and nearly breaks again from being so cold.


He hears a tiny voice from the table say, "Pardon me." The voice is coming from a 3 inch tall cartoon grasshopper dressed in a tux. "We have a bit of a giant problem. That is to say, my people have a problem with a giant. Really, there's a giant who's picking on the people of my town. Will you help us, Jack?"

Elliott says, "What about me?!"

"Sorry, it's gotta be enough Jack and only a Jack will do."
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((Can multiple biases be installed or just one? Because if it’s going to be just one, he’ll save it for whichever magic he likes best.))

Catching the pencil, Jack makes it grow into a longer pencil and says, “The pencil is mightier than the sword, Pete, everyone knows that!” mostly because it’s the humor of this place infecting him, not because he intends to take him up on the challenge. He understands the concept and doesn’t contradict the landlord.

When he gets the results of his breath on the piece of steel, he grumbles and says, “How predictable,” and starts to get up to get a forge from Mr. Magehammer’s.

The appearance of the grasshopper earns a glance.

“I need to finish this nail for Mr. Pete first, as part of a bargain struck, but after that I can come help you, though why me?” he tells the grasshopper. Not about to say no to people in need of help.

He also makes a plan to get that bias installed before he leaves this dimension, it might be easier to do it here than to wait until he gets elsewhere.

((This is a different skill, but it makes sense so I added it to your list. How good of an artist would Jack be? I'm willing to say 4/4 Artist because lots of teens use spare time to draw in their books - is that good? He'd have to be at least that good to succeed at drawing even what he has drawn so far.))

Pete guffaws in pleasant surprise, and says, "Now yer gitten' it!" He swallows the sword.


Elliott sees him going (this is while Elliott is still at his stall as a 10yr old boy) and says, "Hey, I hope you don't mind, I've been eavesdropping - why don't you just draw yourself as a fire-breathing dragon, or draw a forge for yourself?"


While still in the restaurant, with the grasshopper on the table, the grasshopper continues, "Name's Jiminy, by the way. And it's gotta be you because you're Jack. Also, don't worry, you'll have plenty time to finish the nail and whatever else - timing is everything, and we have to wait before we're ready for you to show up anyway. I'll be back when it's time."

The rest of the meal is quite pleasant, Elliott is a great companion and friend - she laughs at Jacks good jokes and pokes fun at the bad ones, but it's clear she accepts him and appreciates him. When the bill comes, it already says "paid" on it because she had arranged for it to be paid ahead of time. Through the night, Jack saw universes collapse, go through heat-death, disappear in a cloud of fireworks, teleport out of existence, transmute into pure thought, be accidentally deleted off of a computer, and much more.

As they leave, Elliott says, "Thanks for a great night. See you tomorrow at the store. What are you going to call it?"


*Roll*
Jack gets a strong feeling it will be much easier to install a room with better cartoon magic biases now than to wait.

Now's the time to get everything done he intends to do in this universe before Jiminy returns.

((I have no problem with that, though if his artistry is that high, I’d say his home universe magic would be better? But that’s okay.))

Hearing Elliott’s words, he hadn’t thought to try to be a different dragon, since he was sort of thinking of himself as just a dragon itself and the idea that he just needed to be different felt strange. But that’s cartoon logic, apparently.  Pushing himself, he makes himself into a red dragon instead of a black order dragon.

With the ability to breathe fire, he sets to making those nails. Probably trying to make at least ten.

At the restaurant, he nods at the cricket, and says, “Pleasure to meet you, Jiminy. Okay, let me know when you need me and I’ll come straight away. I’ll make sure to practice how I’m going to be making them leave you guys alone while I’m waiting.”

The collapses of the universe are rather interesting and he watches many of them, but also enjoys the food. Not sure what to order, he lets Elliott steer the ship when it comes to getting whatever they get. He’d like to try new things, so he isn’t looking for anything he already knows.

“See you tomorrow,” he confirms. When asked about the name, he answers, “I was just going to call it Jacks’ Nails, but I suppose I can come up with something a bit more original. How about, ‘Nails for Tales,’ and I’ll let people pay me with training? Or something like that?”

When he returns to the stall, he puts up his sign and starts to make nails, summoning new hammers from hammer space. He tries to make his hammer longer lasting by putting one of his own nails into it, out of curiosity.

((Okay, go ahead and put it up a little))



*Roll*

Since that doesn't quite work (he changes his shape and appearance, but his form remains an Order Dragon) he draws a red dragon, and...

*3 rolls & advance Toonify drawing*

... following his instincts, he stands on the drawing, toonifying it while becoming it. He is left with a picture of an Order Dragon. Then works on making the Order nails.

*Rolls & advance blacksmith *

He had just enough iron laying around to make 25 nails, but when he tried to put Order energy in them to change them from regular iron nails into Order nails, he was left with only 11 Order nails. He'll need to trade for more iron to make more nails.



*2 rolls & advance summon from hammerspace*

The hammer becomes far more detailed of a drawing, - rounded and smooth, cold to the touch and seems to add a bit of Order to anything it hits. Elliott sees the new hammer and says, "Cool new hammer!"

Jack feels like there must be a way to combine being an Order Dragon and breathing fire, maybe he should have just drawn a forge, he probably could have made more nails that way. Pulling the red-dragon skin up over his head, he zips it up the front and then belches a wave of flames. “That’s better!” he declares and continues to work on his nails.

The 11 is more than enough for now, just need to sell them.

“Elliott, how much iron can I get for an order nail? Or should I just .. draw some iron! Wait, anvils are made of iron!” he calls out as he gets the hang of it and starts drawing Xs on the ground, and imagining iron anvils. All the while he lets out “YOWCH!” and “OOF” noises at the collisions. Puffing himself back up again only to walk to the next.

Getting bonked regularly. He drags useful metal anvils over to his shop, the rest get lobbed into a pile to discard later.

When Elliott notices his hammer, he gives a thumbs up.

“It’s pretty cool,” he agrees.

Forgot one thing,

Elliott thinks about the name, and the next day (now as a genderless 40 year old) says, "Order magic loves numbers that are multiples of 2 and especially 4. 8 is a powerful Order number, so how about 'Nail Tale', that's 2 words 4 letters each for 8 letters total - very Orderly. It'll show the experienced Versers that you know what you're doing, and probably get some kind of boon from the god of Order."

Regarding anvils:
*Rolls*
It turns out, the better he is at summoning toon things, the less likely he is to get non-toon things ((would require all dice to roll highest possible numbers, so now it would be 7 6s in one roll)). None of the anvils he summons are made of iron, just toon iron, which can only be forged for toon items. There is a small market for forged toon items since they tend to be more durable than drawn toon items, though.

One person, noticing his lack of real iron offers to trade 1 Order nail for 97 lb of real iron - he's not interested in haggling.

Someone interested in buying a nail offers to teach Jack how to high-jump and double-jump - 1 nail for each skill.
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“Nail Tale. That works!” Jack confirms and pulls out his halberd so he can reach the sign, bopping it on the sign to try and make the extra letters fall off, and once he does, he pushes the remainders together. Cartoon physics. Hopefully the order from the halberd will help the orderly nature of the letters come together?

The 97 pounds of iron should make plenty of nails, so he makes the trade and starts crafting. He has no idea if he’s getting taken advantage of, but he makes a mental note to get lots of money in worlds from now on and buy like a hundred tons of every substance he can find.

When the person offers to teach him to jump and double-jump, he has no idea what those things are, but he loves to learn and asks, “Are they toon abilities? If not you can teach me in my Tardis,” and will go in with them and learn both skills for a nail each.

Once they are off and about she tries to do the whole bunny/golem thing in a physical setting.... well toonphysics. Maybe she could help Jack make/sell the nails. If she could summon up the kinda plant the golems are usually made out of they are quite fire-resistant.

*Roll & advance modify cartoon*
Works perfectly


The Italian man in a cammo plumber's suit replies, "Actually they're Digital Magic, but super easy in most worlds. Yeah, I'll teach you in there."

*Rolls & advancements*

The plumber jumps 10 feet into the air as Jack watches a few times, telling Jack the secrets of how to prepare his mind. In human form, Jack senses Numbers and Codes as he prepares to high jump. He crouches and springs up 9 feet into the air, learning alot from the experience.

"Great! Here's how you double jump..."

After explaining, he shows Jack. Jack misses some of what the plumber says, but gets the gist of it.

Jack does another high jump, this time only 5 feet high, then double jumps an extra 1 foot into the air.



"Lucky!" Elliott says, "You'd normally only get an average of about 50 lb of metal on average for an Order nail."


Perhaps if she learned some magic skills, she might be able to do more, but as she is, Stella is able to commandeer the holoprojector from the holocube and make a hologram of herself to help sell nails for skills.

They get an offer to trade 2 Order nails for a skill called Ghost Recon from a man dressed in military formal-wear, and from a bright blue eyed (no whites in the eyes, only blue) woman in a one-piece dark grey suit an offer for Voice Command for 3 nails.

Late in the day, Pete comes by to collect his nail. "Thanks, bub. Be seeing ya!"

Near the end of the day, the Tardis AI reminds Jack, "You still haven't installed the Cartoon room in your Tardis. Would you like me to repurpose the area in the Tardis for something else?"

((Are there any particular magic skills you'd like Jack to learn? Almost ready to move things along, now.))
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"Sorry I couldn't help more I dont seam to have access to my others skills and/or there just isn't enough Balur. Maybe when you grow a crystal if you put one in the compass I can help more...or a tiny order nail. I'll keep trying to help where I can though."   Had hoped she could use toon magic too though to shift the form of the compass to a familiar one but guesses she was wrong....  will practice toony stuff with the holograms.

“Digital magic! I’ll have to add that to the list of magics to learn,” Jack says, aware that his helmet is probably part digital magic itself.

Learning how to jump and double jump, Jack spends time practicing it every so often. Jumping around and trying to get the hang of how to use it when he’s doing other things and not just when he’s concentrating on it. That means getting to a level of proficiency that requires a bit less “thinking” and more muscle memory.

Hopping back and forth, he grins at the words of Elliott.

“Is it? Well, I should be able to get several more nails out of this pile,” he confirms with a smile toward Elliott.

Jack accepts all trades for skills, he doesn’t even really haggle too much, he just likes to learn things and all of these skills feel like hints at other forms of magic he can uses in the future.

“No, I’ll install it now,” he tells the AI and closes the shop once all the training is done. Proceeding inside, he begins the process of giving the room in question the bias.

((Intangibility, Flight, uh.. some sort of progressive growth trickery that will benefit him in the long term? Like an RPG growth system, or a mutation that gets stronger with time.))

*Roll & advance & learn Detect Character Level*

Indeed, upon reflecting on how the helmet "felt", he remembers feeling Numbers and Code. In fact, when he remembers it, he starts seeing the "levels" of the people around him - lots of "?" levels, but plenty of 13s-20s. ((Ask about a character's level and Jack will see it if he can. Helmet will make it easier for high level characters))



*Rolls and learnings*

The military man introduces himself as Sgt Slotter and teaches Jack how to feel so dead, that he begins to fade. "Once you're good enough at it, you can even walk through walls. You just won't be able to touch anything until your really good at it."

Jack tries it, and manages to fade almost invisible - he'd be very hard to see.

"Thanks for the nail! I tried to convince Mr Magehammer to give me one for ages, and he never did! You're a big help, dude."

The woman with blue eyes goes in the Tardis with Jack and modulates her voice high and low so that he doesn't consciously hear it, saying, ^{"Learn the Voice of Command."} And he does.

On a whim, Jack tries it out, saying, ^{"Teach me something else."}

She resists the urge, and says, "Nice try, but you'll need to get better at it before you can affect a mind as strong as my own. But good luck. I appreciate the nails."


Jack sets about creating the Cartoon room for his Tardis. Reflecting on what he's been told and what he knows, he takes the pencil Pete have him, and a blank page from the book he got from the Truthteller Hobo and begins drawing planks of wood and nails in the completed form of a dojo since he doesn't really know carpentry. But he can draw.

Once he finishes it, he remembers what happened when he put the Order Nail in the toon hammer, so he adds an Order Nail to the Toon Room and hangers hammers it in with the Order Toon Hammer.

When it's done, he finds it even easier to do toon magic in the room than it was in regular Toonland.

As soon as he finishes, Jiminy shows up, "I'm sorry to return so soon, but things have changed. Please come immediately! I'll show the way!" And he begins hopping away out past the bubbles to where there is no Verser scriff sense.

Elliott (as a 50 year old stunning woman in a little red dress) sees Jiminy hopping away and says, "Hey, Jack! Good luck dude! I'll cover the rent for you if you don't return. See you soon!" She winks.
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Stella is able to alter her holographic image to whatever she likes within about 20' radius of the helmet.

She gets the feeling that if she owned the compass, she could manipulate it's toon shape and appearance, but since it belongs to Jack, that would be harder to do.

Jack begins to wonder what level he is, even as he is looking at others. He knows he has a goal based on Emperor Jack and his 8192, and that’s to be … over 9000. Though if the behavior of time is anything to go by, he imagines the other Jack might be stronger or weaker when they next meet. Though if he captures evil-him in the past wouldn’t that undo what he’d already done?

“Pleasure to meet you Sergeant,” he greets the man and doesn’t mind giving the touches of order out. It’s not a bad thing, right? He feels like the God of Order would tell him if he shouldn’t be so casual with trading them away. It must just be a personal preference for Mr. Magehammer.

As he fades away, he imagines that combining this with other techniques could really make him undetectable. Something to make sure he tests when he gets to every dimension, for sure.

With the Toon Room installed, he feels like he’s got a real hang of this!

Elliott being a pretty woman again makes his eyes stretch out of his skull.

"Uh, yeah, thanks Elliott. Though I don't know how long it'll be!"

Stepping back outside the hat, he looks at Jiminy and says, “No worries Jiminy, hop on, and point the way!” and he keeps running. Reaching into his hat, he pulls out a rocket with a saddle on it and starts to point it in the desired direction.  “This about right?” he asks the cricket and hits the launch button.

After this realization comes to her she hums "It may be an odd request... but can I have the compass you placed me in, as in can you give it to me? Semantics like that can matter a lot when it comes to magic. You can own me, and i can own the compass."
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*roll*

Jack's pretty sure he's level 25 at the moment...


Then he remembers something Elliott said at the restaurant when he was distracted ((not written out yet)), that, although it is impossible to change the past, it is possible to create a new future, and a divergent universe associated with the new future. Therefore if you come across a Verser in their past, and alter there past, numerous possibilities exists - including the possibility of destroying both universes (the one your in and the one from the other Verser's future and your past), creating a new future for you both (but leaving your pasts the same - thereby creating a new divergent of both you and the other Verser), and a few other possibilities.



Elliott laughs in delights at his reaction, and blows him a kiss, winking her cartoon eye with long oversized eyelashes.

Once on their way, Jiminy points in the direction of where to go.

The place is in
Somewhat Plausible
Fairly Serious
Fairly Realistic
Strict

Upon entering the area, Jiminy becomes a short man in a tux, and Jack takes on the form of a very detailed cartoon human.

There's an extremely realistic giant beanstalk with regular bean-sized seed pods, stretching up to the clouds. Jiminy explains that a giant has been murdering the local villagers. It being well known that a Jack fights and kills a giant after climbing a giant beanstalk, once magic beans purchased, planted and grown every boy named Jack in their village attempted to climb the beanstalk and find the giant and kill him. However, none succeeded.

Just then, while looking up, they both notice a man in the distance falling from the sky. Jiminy goes white-faced. It isn't a regularly sized man. When he finally lands, there is a loud crash and earthquake. He leaves behind a crater about 20 feet deep in a cloud of smoke and dust that mushrooms into the air hundreds of feet. The giant himself, is 81 ft tall, and has no skin or clothes or embarrassing bits. Immediately he goes on a murder rampage, killing everything in sight. Additionally he points his right pointer finger and a white beam of light leaves behind intense flames everywhere he points. He points with his left pointer finger and a black beam leaves behind ice everywhere he points. For some reason, Jack feels unable to respond. Jiminy notices Jack's failed attempts to move and quietly explains (while recording horror at the carnage), "It's like that the first time anyone sees him. You'll be able to react next time."

Jack now notices that his level is 50, and the giant's level is 55. His Order magic seems far far far easier than he's ever felt before.

Just then, Jack notices ... Something in the sky, but by the time he looks, it's gone.

Suddenly, as quickly as he came, the giant leaps into the sky and keeps on going until he's out of sight.
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 Looking over the area and listening to the Tale of this area, Jack is a bit confused what this has to do with him, though it all feels vaguely familiar in some way. Like some part of him resonates with whatever is happening here. Their own arrival a few minutes later aboard the rocket is pretty smooth, so he’s happy about that.

Walking toward the village, he watches the man fall and draws out his halberd.

The whole thing confuses him.

“So, the guy falls from the sky, blasts around with that energy, and then takes off again? Do you think he’s a bad guy? Maybe he’s stuck in some sort of time-loop?” he asks as he pulls out his compass and starts to walk toward the bean stock.

Checking his compass, he tries to make heads or tails of everything. What was that magic that affected him, he assumes it was some sort of order business? And what manner of magics can he use to solve the problem? Also, does the idea of it being some sort of time-loop hold up?

“Stella, I need my compass, I don’t want to rely on you for telling me what it says, but maybe I can separate you? That’s what you want right, control of something?” he asks.

"Maybe that could work, but into what?"  She hums at the comment "I think that was some kinda fear affect, if it only happens once thats good I've hurd of such things only happening once... it would be far worse if it happened every time we saw it..... as for a time loop, it would likely be affecting a lot more than him unless he or something he had was the source of it." Shudders though at the thought of an 80 foot man that freezes everyone in fight every time they see him, and likes kiling people.

Jack happens to glance through the helmet and notices that the seeds in the seedpods are blinking in Digital view, with the label, "9 magic beans"


Jack can tell right off, that the freeze-ray is an Order magic spell. The fire seems like it's opposite.


Stella, using the compass's magic, notices that the beanstalk is a new kind of magic - Plant Magic, and not Toon Magic.


Cartoon magic of some sort prevented him from being able to move.


Given that this is a toon area with a Narrative guidance, and Order magic is three times as easy as it should be in a Verse that is generally easier for magic, and the badguy is using Order and Chaos magic to create chaos... Order magic is the logical answer. But first, there's all the chaos left behind to deal with.

Speaking of which, there are many villagers suffering from the attack. 31 are suffering from being on fire or are dealing with burns, 32 are partially or fully encased in ice or are freezing, 10 are near death and dying but might be saved, 27 are badly injured from being kicked or partially stomped, and 79 are trying to put out fires or help the injured. Even though they're cartoons, they're like what Elliott called Anime, and they are suffering in the same way that physical people would suffer.


Some kind of timey wimey stuff is going on, but it's not a time-loop.


((He'd be able to separate Stella from the compass and she'd retain it's ability to detect magics and how they work. There's enough Balur crystal grown in the background and findable in the Tardis, that if she was placed on it, her ability to use Balur would allow her to control a Balur crystal and do whatever she wanted (Een approved, so not evil) with Balur magics. That will be easier in a physical environment than in Toonland. Use your imagination, and bonus points if you come up with your own method, but one possibility is to combine a magic bean with a bit of Balur, and Stella. The magic bean would sense what was needed and grow her a plant golem to ride in.))

For reference, the giant looks like the Colossal Titan, from Attack on Titan.

Jack makes a mental note to get those beans, they’re magic!

But then, once he has a general handle on what is happening, sets to reversing the effects on the people using a glut of Order Magic, since it’s so much easier here: considering the following is all done in the order of a triage, most dire cases first!

He begins by teleporting from spot to spot, rather than travel on foot putting out the people-fires with his ability to freeze things, and then a quick follow up to begin the healing process by cleaning their wounds, purifying and setting their body to heal. Teleporting to those encased in ice, he does the opposite, using beams of light to melt the ice away. Healing is spread around, and he attempts to make it a broad-scale mass-healing, rather than keeping it single target. If he can get them out of the red, he can get to them later.

Once he has saved the people, he starts using Order magic to repair the area and put it back to the way it was prior to the attack.

“I need to learn how he makes people freeze like that, that’s a neat trick,” he comments to himself and Stella. Maybe he could learn it using the brain-scarf? But then he’d only have the one shot at it.

"You could probably just breath 'fire' on them as an order dragon. Maybe if you had an oder dragon head and a red dragon head you could be doing something similar.... Not sure if you could make a chaos dragon head. Though having two heads and not knowing what your doing could give you two personalities.... especially in a comicaly/silly high area."
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Having been trained by Magehammer in Order combat tactics, here is how he accomplished his goals:

He begins by teleporting from spot to spot, alternating between putting out the people-fires by adding Order to cool them down and simultaneously heal them, warming up the frozen by absorbing the excess Order from the cold ice and giving them a little Order Healing. ((Order magic can't create light, only absorb it or distort it in an Orderly fashion))

He absorbs the Order from the ice everywhere and uses that Order mana to perform a broad-scale mass-healing and structure repair. He's a little drained, but alot better off than is he hadn't balanced taking Order in and putting it out. If he absorbed more order from something, he'd feel normal or even powered up.



The Compass reveals that it was Order Freeze.

Stella gets the feeling that regular wacky style cartoon magic might not work as well in such a serious and realistically drawn  place without equally realistic drawings to base the transformation off of. But it's an interesting idea to try in a wacky place, for sure.

If the giant can do that with Order Freeze, he can do that with Order Freeze. With practice anyway, he’ll make it into a cool stare maneuver while he’s at it. He hadn’t known it could be used in that particular way! Like a body freeze without being cold.

“Okay, so the beanstock seems to be connecting this area to the area above, maybe if I cut it down and grab all the seed pods, it’ll prevent the giant from coming down again?” he considers. He’s pretty sure he’d be justified in going up and trying to kill the giant, but he’d like to at least make sure these people are safe, in case he fails to pull it off and dies in the process.

While he thinks about his plan, he lets himself recover, spinning his halberd idly in his hand as he ponders on how best to handle this. That does seem like a way to do it, but he’d never slain a giant that can use magic before, heck, he hasn’t really slain much of anything. He did accidentally slay a few billion people with time magic, but that doesn’t count, he’s certain that isn’t on his tally sheet.

Once he has recovered, he gives the back of his head a scratch starts using Order magic again, since it’s so ripe here, to start teleporting up the beanstock. Grabbing the beans and stuffing them into his hat, he’ll deal with them later.

Once he has all of the seeds, he lands again and sets about examining the base of the beanstock, trying to think of the best way to give it a good smack.

But maybe first he should go with plan T and set a whole bunch of traps for the giant first? Yeah, that seems wise.

Going to the area around the base of the ‘stock where the giant had fallen the first time, he sets out to create a whole bunch of magical and mundane traps. He gets the villagers involved if he can. Digging up a huge pit all around the base of the bean-stock. Cutting down whole trees to make spikes, he then uses Order magic on them to make them harder and less likely to break before they get penetration.  The Order magic channeled through his halberd requiring a marking on each and a few chanted words.

Once the spike traps are set, he draws out a ritual line around the whole area with the base of his staff and fills it with salt, then he sets out to shroud the entire trap in diffused light so that it’d be hard to detect by a falling giant.

The last step of the plan has him start up the bean-stock.

((Obviously this could all be impossible at some point, but I figured I’d just enact the plan and be dialed back as appropriate.))

((I totally misunderstood the question. I thought you were talking about his freeze ray that he was using to put people in blocks of ice. The magic that caused Jack to be unable to move was a special type of Cartoon Magic and it didn't come from the giant, but from whatever was in the sky for that brief moment... But...))

Jack realizes he was frozen in place by Cartoon Magic (which he could try to learn) by whatever was in the sky that one moment, but...

Because he thought of it, Jack does realize that there's a way to keep people from moving without encasing them in ice or making them freeze from cold - he'll have to try it sometime. It would be a matter of adding Order to the body (muscle fibers, nerve tissues, skeletal structure, connective tissues, skin) to crystallize its current shape for a time.


Time ain't gonna heal these wounds, so he feels the god of Order directing him to find smooth stones or dark places and absorb the excess Order from those objects. Night time would also help restore his reserves. He finds a smooth black spherical stone about the size of his torso and begins absorbing the Order out of the stone. The color goes pale grey, the edges get ever rougher and the cracks deepen until the stone falls to pieces. He continues pulling the Order from the largest jagged piece, and the process is slower going, but eventually the whole piece crumbles to ash.
He finds a small dark cave and draws the Order out of the cave. At first, light is drawn into the shade of the cave, but then the cave collapses. He feels that if he draws the Order out of a tree it would crack and dry and die.


*Rolls, advancements, bonus for use of Halberd, chant and runes added post-roll*

The spike trap comes together marvelously. The soft pine spikes are made as hard as solid ironwood, and the roughly carved tips become smooth cone-shapes with just the tip keeping their Chaos in the sharp point.

The diffused light cloak works like this: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6HKu9IHM_gE



Jiminy explains the giant came first, they bought the beans in exchange for a cow and planted them to try to reach the giant where he slept. No one has made it to the top yet or come back alive to even know if that is possible.

There are far too many magic beans to collect them all, however, he's able to grab 541 magic beans as he teleport climbs the stalk.

While teleporting, he passes the frozen form of one man, the burned skeleton of another.

Then, for the briefest moment a square opening in the sky appears and he sees an even larger lanky teen boy moving a pencil over the area at unbelievable fast speed - drawing the giant into existence. Simultaneously he remembers the teen moving at normal speed and somehow tracing over the giant from his perspective. Then the lanky teen disappears with the opening, and the giant turns its head to Jack. The giant swings his right arm out to grab ahold of the beanstalk and points at Jack with his left finger.

Jack tries to learn how to do the paralyzing thing, because he feels like he’s going to be leaving this place soon and that’ll limit his ability to learn Cartoon magic for a good long while. So he retreats into his Tardis and enters the cartoon biased rooms so that he can attempt to learn how to make people freeze like that.

He also might try to learn that other way, if he can think of how to put it together.

He does this while holding the Order items, letting his mind work while his body is busy pulling in the Order out of the inert objects.

“I wonder if I could weaponize drawing order out of someone,” he wonders and then realizes that’s sort of what Freeze does.

The trap, when put together, is very much to his liking and he approves of the setup they’ve come up with, and maybe afterward the villagers can use the spikes to make a wall or something useful out of them.

Later, as he climbs, collecting ever so many beans, he imagines they might be worth re-selling, or using himself if he can figure out some uses for them.

The boy drawing the giant into existence gets a look, so that’s the problem! Some sort of verser playing with lives! He’ll give them the business directly! While the square is still open, he attempts to teleport through the opening and into the room the teen was drawing from.

If that doesn't work, he does his best to stay out of the range of the giant, and starts throwing identical beams back at the guy.

Then he has an epiphany: Close, but the opposite. Freeze adds Order to the person until their water molecules crystallize from being so Orderly and still. If he drained a person of their Order, first old wounds would reopen, then their cells would age and die and ultimately turn to dust and lukewarm water.



He gets a strong feeling he should wait on this. He feels he needs one more piece of information to be able to learn it well.



*Learn Order Stun*


He's pretty sure he remembers seeing them for sale in the Verser Toon market, about the same value as an Order nail. Must be useful then.



*Roll & advance*

Not only does it work, but on a totally crazy whim he stops by the side of the giant and holds onto the giant as he teleports through the hole and into the room.

He feels an immediate choice available to him to pick which form he'd like to arrive in - Detailed Cartoon Jack, Detailed Cartoon Order Dragon, or regular real Jack.

Whichever choice he makes, is a good thing the giant didn't apparently have the same choice, because it appears on the teen's drawing desk about 81mm tall. It just sits there doing nothing, starting blankly into the distance.

Also on the desk is the recently drawn scene of carnage that Jack just finished fixing. There's a post-it note on Jack's image in the scene which says, "new Jack character, just came to me and had to draw - 1st draft - draw scene of Jack fighting giant, next. ((Now he can learn Cartoon 1st Draw Stun - stuns a cartoon the first time you draw them until you stop drawing them))

The regular sized teen starts and says, "What the fuck!?"

Outside the window of this 1st floor studio apartment, real people and highly detailed toons wander around to and fro.

Jack reaches over and puts the cartoon giant into his floppy wizard hat before putting it back on his head. No more of that, thank you. He appears as himself in the flesh, but of course, him in the flesh is sort of just a real version of the detailed cartoon Jack. So, it shouldn’t be too difficult for the artist to figure out what had happened.

When he realizes how the stun works, he realizes that isn’t the exact thing he’d hope to be able to do since he can’t exactly draw his own enemies to fight, it wouldn’t accomplish anything. But maybe he could translate that to a different skill. All the same, he takes a moment to absorb the knowledge.

After a breath, he finally speaks, “Hey, I’m Jack. You’ve been terrorizing that village, give them some nice stuff and move on to a different idea. You’ve got the gift to bring it to life elsewhere in the multiverse, so find a way to be positive with your creations, okay? A little struggle is good, but make sure the good guys win after a few reasonable battles, you know?” he encourages.

He gives a thumbs up.

"Interesting we went up a narrative level but there are still cartoons. You think people like this kid drew them all or they are natural here?"

The teen goes wide-eyed, "I WHAT!? No, no no no no!" He runs over to the table, examines the paper closely and says, "Awe, maaan! Please don't tell on me! I swear I didn't know I was using enchanted paper! I was just practicing so I could get good enough to draw my own Toon, I didn't mean to make it real! Dang it! Dad's gonna kill me for wasting all that enchanted paper! Oh NO! I could go to jail for hurting all those Toons!

"Hey I swear I won't make that mistake again, please let me... Hey, aren't you Jack? COOOL! OMG, I've thought so much about you! I imagined you coming from a magical dimension and traveling from universe to universe. After shrinking the giant, I imagined you were going to go to a universe withi-"

((Just enough time to move around & do whatever while the teen is speaking non-stop))

Just then, a giant saw blade flew through the front window at the speed of sound and sliced Jack neatly in half right down the middle. The blade kept going through the next wall and lodged in a rebar enforced brick wall next door.

The teen screamed for a moment until Jack and all his stuff vanished from sight. Then he looked around confused, and, finding the remaining enchanted paper partially destroyed, he says, "Awe, maaaan!"
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Jack picks up some of the enchanted paper when his attention is called to it and examines it with his compass. His Sherlock-level reasoning skills tell him that the paper is what had made it happen in a real manner. Such genius. He steals some of the paper and puts it into his hat as well, it’s his tax.

“That’s me,” he confirms and listens to what the other guy has to say. He wasn’t much older than the teen when he’d been shang-hai’d back in his home universe by a pretty lady with a portal, so he can appreciate the sentiment.

As he’s split in half, he turns his eyes to the teen and says..

“Guess it’s time for me to split.”