You find a broken tree branch, manure, and a dozen of dead flies. \n\nReturning to the tent, Beelzebub's voice rings louder in your mind. \n\n"Yes. Yes. You've done splendid. Now finish it."\n\nA set of instructions smashes into your consciousness. \n\n[[Take the Final Leap]]

You cut her at her achilles tendon. The blood drips onto the cirlce. \n\nAnother incision on the inner thigh. You're careful not to nick the femeral artery and cause her to expire premeturly. \n\nMore cuts at the base of the ribs. Her lungs suck in air as you strike close. \n\nShe winces at her armpits as the blood pools at her feet.\n\nA small half inch dig along her neck unerves you as she doesn't break her stare. \n\n"Okay, done."\n\nYou do a quick chant and the blood is sucked into the circle. \n\nThe life fades from her eyes. As your pools of mana grow.\n\n"Thank you."\n\n[[To the Cauldrun]]

Your mental acuity gives you the idea of targeting the air filtration system of the enemy HQ. The North Vietnamese don't expect this calculated and tatical response. \n\nYou slaughter every leader and general, as well as the Russian magician. They die on thier knees in pools of diarrhea and vomit.\n\nThe North attack fades as their support is crippled. \n\nYou go back home a hero. \n\nThe End

The array of beautiful poppies dance in the low wind. \n\nYou lift your hand up to feel the arcane laylines that root themselves in the Southern Vietnam Valley. \n\n[[Meditate]]\n\n[[Go back to camp|Camp 2]]

The moderate sized camp is filled with soldiers. Cigarettes hang on their lips as their rifles are slung from their shoulders. Most of them stare at you as you walk out. \n\nA young recruit is practice with live amunition at the far end of the camp. \n\nA field of poppies sits at the edge of the camp. \n\n[[Go back inside|Inside]]\n\n[[Head to Field|Field]]

You're tent is full of spellbooks and reagents. None quite powerful enough to fight back the attack. \n\nIn the middle of the room there's a transmutation circle. \n\n[[Meditate on the Circle|Spells]]

You go into the closet and pull out a large stake. Doing a quick transmutation spell, you bind it to the center of the circle. \n\nYou light candles of magnolia, juniper, and clementine. The aromas mix in the tent and create a gentle foreboding. \n\nYou pull out a small bag of powder from a drawer. \n\n"Sir, I brought her," a voice from outside says. \n\n"Bring her in and leave us."\n\n"Sir."\n\nA Vietnamese teenager enters. Her clothes are in tatters. She looks at you with wide, questioning eyes. \n\n[[Throw the Powder at Her|Evil P]]

As you enter the space the winds blow through you. \n\nYou don't have much time left. \n\nYou place the materials on your work sation. \n\nYou pull out the book. \n\n'Different ingredients create different effects. Mix and match to see what you get.'\n\n"Are you serious?"\n\n[[Poppies & Puffer|Morality]]\n\n[[Puffer & Pomegranates|Mental]]\n\n[[Pomegranates & Poppies|Mana]]\n\n\n

The water in the cauldrun shines with a dull blue hue as you approach. \n\nYou pull out a bullet casing and toss it into the water. \n\n"Let's see what you're up to."\n\nYou put your hands out and recite a small hymm. \n\nThe water swirls with arcane power. The view shifts from mountain landscapes to fields of rice. Checkpoints to strongholds. \n\nThe vision clears on Hồ Chí Minh as he holds a strategy meeting. A large map lies on table. \n\nMany points on the map indicate American camps and South Vietnamesse cites. \n\nThe vision fades from view. \n\n[[Report to Camp|Briefing 2]]

You go to the cauldrun with the image of broken necks and inverted eyeballs. \n\nYou cast small localized explosions on each of the ememies footholds and one in the headquarters of the Viet Cong. Only a small number of Viet Cong die, but the fear of more explosions holds them at bay and the Americans steam roll them. \n\nYour mind comes back as the your brain's synapses fire all at once. Your vision goes blank. You don't know whether you lived or died. Presence leaves your existence. \n\nYou float in the tapestry of magic. With only an image of a young girls broken body. \n\nThe End

The water in the cauldrun shines with a dull blue hue as you approach. \n\nYou pull out a bullet casing ans toss it into the water. \n\n"Let's see what you're up to."\n\nYou put your hands out and recite a small hymm. \n\nThe water swirls with arcane power. The view shifts from mountain landscapes to fields of rice. Checkpoints to strongholds. \n\nThe vision clears on Hồ Chí Minh as he holds a strategy meeting. A large map lies on table. \n\nMany points on the map indicate American camps and South Vietnamesse cites. \n\nThe vision fades from view. \n\n"Perfect."\n\n[[Go to Center of Room|Magic Circle]]

You spend the day gathering the ingredients. \n\nYou gather the poppies from the field. \n\nYou buy the puffer fish from the village's market. \n\nYou pick pomagrantes from a tree on the outskirts of town. \n\n[[Back to Tent|Poiton 1]]

A summoned contract is floating in front of you. \n\n"Place your essence anywhere on the contract."\n\nYou pull a knife out of a satchel and slash your palm. \n\nThe blood soaks into the page. \n\n"It was a pleasure. Hope to see you in the next life." \n\nWith a blink your mind in filled with unatural horrors of arcane power. \n\nIn a trance, you make your way to the magic circle. \n\n[[Finish It]]

You go into a lotus position and chant the mantras that have been ingrained in you since birth. The poppies lightly brush against your frame. \n\nA low hum reaches your ears as time passes. The wind kicks up in speed. The hum becomes a piercing screech. Blood drip from your nose. \n\nYou recoil from your mediation. Someone is tapping into an incredible amount of magic. \n\n[[Report to Camp|Briefing 1]]\n\n

Vietnam Poppies

Your overwhelming reserve of mana push you to the brink as you repel the enemy force. \n\nAs you're finishing as sharp pain creeps at your neck as the Russian magician has mentally attack you. \n\nUnable to counter as your mana has reached its end, the Russian snaps your synapses. \n\nYour body is taken home as a hero.\n\nThe End

You create a vibrant red potion and drink it.\n\nYour humanity blinks from existence. Morality leaves your body. Replaced by cold hard nothingness. \n\nYou walk over to the magic circle and sing a hymm.\n\n[[Target Everyone]]

You tell him that Hồ Chí Minh is planning something big. \n\nJust as you finish telling him this a courier burst him and tell him that the Vietcong is moving. \n\nWilson looks at you. \n\n"Fix it."\n\n[[Go Outside|Outside 4]]

'To create the most flexible of brews you need to collect pomograntes, a puffer fish's liver, and a poppie'\n\n"Of course."\n\n[[Collect Ingredients|Prepre]]\n\n\n\n

You go underneath your bed and pull out a small wooden box. Inside is a glass bottle of a dark, brown liquid and a glass cup. \n\nYou pour the smooth whiskey into the glass and take a sip. \n\n"Nothing quite prepares you for this." \n\n[[Prepare for Sacrifice|Prep S]]

General Wilson is by himself in the command tent. \n\n"What're you doing here? Brief's not until noon."\n\n[[Give Him Info|Info]]

You step outside and the camp has scatterings of soldiers at every edge. \n\nYou point to a young soldier. \n\n"Soldier. Come here."\n\nThe boy comes toward you. \n\n"Yes, sir," he says. His helmet would cover his eyes if he leans forward. \n\n"Fetch a woman from the village." You hand him a pair of bills. "Make it worth her while." \n\nThe boy scatters off. \n\n[[Head inside|Gang Up]]

The room's a mess of sigils and flora. \n\nYou stare at the cauldrun. \n\n"Might as well do some recon."\n\n[[Go to Cauldrun|Cauldrun]]

The comanding officer, Lieuteniet Wilson, of the base holds a meeting with his cheif advisiors as you enter. \n\nThey look towards you, most of them with snarls. \n\nWilson's voice breaks through the silence.\n\n"We have intel that the Vietcong's making their move today."\n\n[[Brief them on what you know|Truth]] \n\n\n\n

She instinctivly covers her face as the powder spreads into her mouth and nose. \n\nAfter a minute of coughing, she looks at you with empty eyes. \n\n"Alright, love, strip"\n\nShe strips down til her naked form hits your view. She stands attention. \n\n"I'm sorry for this, but I need to tie you up."\n\nYou tie her to the stake. You dot her form with paste made from mashed moths and blueberries. \n\nAs you wipe the paste on her eyes, you see a tear cross her cheek. \n\n"It will be over soon."\n\n[[Bleed Her]]\n\n[[Suffocate]]

The comanding officer, Lieuteniet Wilson, of the base holds a meeting with his cheif advisiors as you enter. \n\nThey look towards you, most of them with snarls. \n\nWilson's voice breaks through the silence.\n\n"We have intel that the Vietcong's making their move today. You got any information with your magic voodoo."\n\n[[Shake Your Head|Berate]]

He steps toward you and towers over you. He puts his meaty finger in you chest. \n\n"Well then, why are you still here?"\n\n[[Book It|Outside 2]]\n

You create a vibrant blue potion and drink it. \n\nYou feel your reserves of mana reach incredible levels. Arcane sparks jump from your fingertips. \n\nYou stand on the magic cirlce and hum an incantation. \n\n"Who to target?"\n\n[[Enemy Army]]\n\n

You're back inside you're tent. The circle's dull glow causes the shadows of the room to grow. \n\n[[Prepare for Sacrifice|Prep S]]\n\n[[Make a Drink]]

You tell them that you felt some disterbence with the magic in the area and that they must have gotten help from the Russians as this is too big for anyone in Vietnam. \n\nWilson slam his fist on the table. \n\n"Handle it."\n\n[[Salute and Leave|Outside 3]]

Without hesitation you rub the stick with the manure and the corpses of the flies. Lathering it evenly in a thick coat. \n\nYou jam the stick into your forearm. Placing it between the radius and ulna. Pained screams echo in the tent. \n\nOnce it is place, the voice returns. \n\n"Well done. Now sleep." \n\nYour consciousness fades replaced by Beelzebub. His green eyes overtake your blue. \n\n"To honor the pact." \n\nHe encants a mess of infernal dialogue and a plague enters the battlefield. \n\nSwarms of locust, diesease, and drought hits enemy and friend alike. The war is over. And Judegement Day not far from it. \n\nThe End

BANG!\n\nA shot rings out in the early morning, waking you up. \n\nYou see that your tent is how you left it. Spellbooks and reagents pile on your desk. A large cauldrun sits in the corner. \n\nYou wipe the sleep from your eyes as you process what to do.\n\n[[Head Outside|Outside]]\n\n[[Go to Cauldrun|Cauldrun]]\n

You stand in front of the cauldrun the magic curls at your finger tips. You look toward the mutilated corpse at in the middle of the room. \n\nYou cast an explosive blast centered at the headquarters of the Viet Cong. A localized magical nuke detonates in the HQ. The casualties estimates range from high hundreds to tens of thousands. \n\nThe Viet Cong leadership lies obliterated. \n\nThe backlash from the spell causes you to fall to your knees. You puke blood and viscera. \n\nMore blood than could ever be in your body. \n\nYou sit with the cauldrun to your back having won the day. \n\nThe End

The moderate sized camp is filled with soldiers. Cigarettes hang on their lips as their rifles are slung from their shoulders. Most of them stare at you as you walk out. \n\nA young recruit is practicing with live amunition at the far end of the camp. \n\nA field of poppies sits at the edge of the camp. \n\n[[Go to Tent|Magic Circle]]

You pull out the a newer book. The dust from other tomes lick at its edges. Picking out the chapter of live sacrifices, your eye draws to the fact that the sacrifice must come willingly. \n\nYou close the book. \n\n[[Head Outside|Tool 1]] \n\n

A small laugh echoes in your mind. Your vision goes blank.\n\nIt returns as the heat tickles your neck. Dispator has taken you to the Iron City. \n\nYou can taste his iron throne. Hear the tortured souls. See his toothy maw. Feel the presence of the archdevil. \n\n"Daring to cross me will cost you."\n\nYou see him raise his hand and snap his fingers. Your feet are the first to melt, sinking into the floor. You try to scream, but nothing comes out. \n\nBy the time your waist sinks into the floor, he's already bored of you.\n\nThe last thing you see is his meal of soul stones being brought out and him laughing. \n\nThe End

You place your hands on the circle and every though of the enemy passes through you. Their tatics, stratedgy, and locations. \n\nYour brain connects with every allied soldier on the battlefield and you conduct. \n\nA symphony of demonic splendor. An army with every thought of the enemy pumped into their brains at the exact moment to use.\n\nThe result: A landslide. \n\nThe army takes their lost territory and then some. The war that has been a thorn at the side of the British, won in a day.\n\nYou return home a hero. Only, with an invisable thread tied around your soul. Promised to the City of Dis.

A quiet, shakey voice covers every inch of your mind. \n\n"Champion, I don't require for you to raise me from my plane, but I do require a contract from you."\n\n"What kind of contract?"\n\n"A life long one."\n\n[[Take the Contract]]\n\n[[Refuse the Contract]]

You create a clear potion and drink it.\n\nYour mental capacity sky rockets. The problems that have always eluded you seem child's play now. \n\n"I know what to do."\n\n[[Target HQ|HQ]]

The camp is back to its usual flavor of soldiers. \n\n[[Head to tent|Inside 3]]

Beelzebub sings into your ear. His gnarled speech licking at the edges of your cerebellum. \n\n“Human, bring me to your plane and I’ll break the bones of your enemies before feeding on them.”\n\n“What do you desire, Lord of Flies?”\n\n“My instruments of destruction.”\n\n"With pleasure, My lord."\n\n[[Gather Instruments]]\n

You go up to her and wrap your hands around her neck. You squeeze and squeeze hoping for a quick end. \n\nShe spasms under your grip as her senses are overloaded. \n\nHer eyes roll to the back of her head as they pop out ofher skull. \n\nHer neck snaps as the last bit of life drains from her.\n\nYou hum a quick chant and your core fills with magical energy. \n\n[[Go to the Cauldrun|22]]

The base has started to regain the local flavor as villagers from the nearby town have come to sell their produce. \n\n[[Go to tent|Magic Circle]]

You cast a wide cloud of noxious fumes that ravages the countryside. Village after village. Platoon after platoon. \n\nYou leave none of the enemy army. Unfortunatly, you also cleave a good part of your army as well.\n\nThe guilt ways on you and as the spell recoils your mind isn't where it needs to be. \n\nYou lose all mental function and are effectivly turned into a vegtable. \n\nThe End

The soldier that was practicing is no longer there as many of the soldiers have disapeared. \n\nA soldier by the name of Nathan call you. \n\n"Hey, Magi. We need you in briefing."\n\nHe usheres you toward the biggest tent.\n\n[[Go Inside|Briefing 4]]

You have chosen your spell. You go to the shelf to gather information on how to complete it. \n\n[[Advanced Apothocary|Flora 1]]\n\n[[The Beginners Guide to Sacrifice|Sacrifice 1]] \n\n[[Demonology Script|Prep 1]]\n

The worn and tattered script flows open on the desk. The pages seem to move on their own as you scan the lore and history of demons of yore. \n\nImages of flaming hellscapes and frozen tundras fill your brain. The demons reaching into the crevices of your mind, hooking into the subconscious. Leading you to peril. \n\nTwo demons fill your mind the most. \n\n[[The Lord of Flies, Beelzebub|Demon 1]] \n\n[[The Ruler of the Iron City of Dis, Dispator|Demon 2]] \n\n

The room's a mess of sigils and flora. \n\nYou stare at the cauldrun. \n\n"Might as well do some recon."\n\n[[Go to Cauldrun|Cauldrun 2]]

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You mind races with possiblities as the cirlce glows with magical power. \n\nFlashes of giant clouds. Powerful explosions. Broken minds.\n\nYour eyes shoot open. \n\n[[Prepare Spell|Prep 2]]\n\n\n