3
shenanigans are gonna happen
You don't recognise the mark.
Poncho is unresponsive.
...But clearly alive and well.
They're just ignoring you. Sad.
He's
I have said brother before
anyway
I ring up the reference librarians of Heaven and ask about the mark
I have a grand old time on my island of infinite wealth and happiness
instinct, sorry
They leave a voicemail for you.
"If you see that Mark...run. As far away as you can. And that still won't be enough. Run. Just run."
You acquire a monocle and stove-pipe hat during your happy times.
“Mark, look- I made a steak.”
The steak burns into ashes
A STEAK!?
“Yes, Mark. A steak.”
"A [steak]? I was [steak] once. They [steak] me in a [steak]! A rubber [steak]! A rubber [steak] with rats! The rats made me [steak]! A [steak]? I was [steak] once."
"oh SHI[zz]"
enters Ascendant form and flies away
@sansbot roll 1d20
You fly away.
I report to the higher-ups that something happened to Cucullo.
After that, I call the librarians again to ask for more details about that mark now that I'm (presumably) in the clear.
"Well, obviously, it belongs to a dangerous cult. Most of the time this would be fine — after all, you're an angel. But this cult...has some disturbing properties. The being they worship isn't just some elderitch god that drinks life or anything; they worship some thing called the MORTMALICE, a mysterious entity capable of destorying gods in 1 hit. Their goal is to round up gods from around the multiverse to feed the MORTMALICE, until it can grow strong enough to reclaim its "former glory and strength", which presumably leads to calamities far, far worse than the end of the world."
"Golly, that's giving BBEG vibes"
"Yup."