[Well, except for those of you who've reached out to him, for the last week and some change the Alchemist has evidently seen fit to leave you to your devices. Perhaps he even plans to let you just wait out your month with no interference on his part at all.
But then... He wouldn't be a very good teacher, if he didn't check in on his students at all, would he?]
Attention, Apprentices. If you don't mind, meet me in the dining hall this morning, I have an announcement for you.
[As the apprentices trickle in to the dining hall, they'll see that the Alchemist has commandeered two of the four tables. One, the one that he's sitting on top of with his heavy work boots on the bench, is laid out with twenty envelopes, in alphabetical order.
The other is laid out with a spread of refreshments, two buffet-style heating trays full of what looks like large sheets of omelettes, one (with a piece cut out already) filled with ham and bacon and peppers and onion and mushrooms and cheese, and the other filled with all of that except the meat.
There's also a smaller buffet-style heating tray filled with sausages, a basket of rolls, and a large wooden board filled with cuts of meat and cheese, and a couple of large pitchers of lemonade.]
Alright, eat up. Call it a carrot before I bring out the stick.
[Once everyone who's going to eat has eaten, the Alchemist lets everyone come up and get their envelopes. If anyone tries to grab one that isn't theirs, they won't be able to lift it from the table.]
I bet you're wondering- "I didn't know Big Daddy Alchemist could cook. What else could he have cooked up for us today?" Well, my little babies, you're in luck. Go ahead, open.
[As the Apprentices open their envelopes, they'll find a picture of someone that they... don't get along with. Could be anyone - a sworn rival, a sibling (same thing), an arch-nemesis, whatever. Doesn't even matter if the animosity is one-sided.]
I'm here to offer you a one of a kind deal - In addition to letting you go home, or wherever the hell you want, whoever's in that picture? I'll erase them from existence. As if they were never even born. You just have to do one little thing for me first. I bet you smarty-pants can guess what that is.
[Despite the unmoving beaked mask, you can tell he's smirking. He crosses one ankle over his knee and leans over his lap.]
MOTIVE: It's a Wonderful Murder
But then... He wouldn't be a very good teacher, if he didn't check in on his students at all, would he?]
Attention, Apprentices. If you don't mind, meet me in the dining hall this morning, I have an announcement for you.
[As the apprentices trickle in to the dining hall, they'll see that the Alchemist has commandeered two of the four tables. One, the one that he's sitting on top of with his heavy work boots on the bench, is laid out with twenty envelopes, in alphabetical order.
The other is laid out with a spread of refreshments, two buffet-style heating trays full of what looks like large sheets of omelettes, one (with a piece cut out already) filled with ham and bacon and peppers and onion and mushrooms and cheese, and the other filled with all of that except the meat.
There's also a smaller buffet-style heating tray filled with sausages, a basket of rolls, and a large wooden board filled with cuts of meat and cheese, and a couple of large pitchers of lemonade.]
Alright, eat up. Call it a carrot before I bring out the stick.
[Once everyone who's going to eat has eaten, the Alchemist lets everyone come up and get their envelopes. If anyone tries to grab one that isn't theirs, they won't be able to lift it from the table.]
I bet you're wondering- "I didn't know Big Daddy Alchemist could cook. What else could he have cooked up for us today?" Well, my little babies, you're in luck. Go ahead, open.
[As the Apprentices open their envelopes, they'll find a picture of someone that they... don't get along with. Could be anyone - a sworn rival, a sibling (same thing), an arch-nemesis, whatever. Doesn't even matter if the animosity is one-sided.]
I'm here to offer you a one of a kind deal - In addition to letting you go home, or wherever the hell you want, whoever's in that picture? I'll erase them from existence. As if they were never even born. You just have to do one little thing for me first. I bet you smarty-pants can guess what that is.
[Despite the unmoving beaked mask, you can tell he's smirking. He crosses one ankle over his knee and leans over his lap.]
Kill somebody and get away with it.