Now Leaving Jarlsberg, Population You
You pause for a moment to savor the cosmic power running through your synapses. The whole experience has just been so--well--magical.
"Well, now," a whiny voice says from your mouth, "don't just stand there twiddling your thumbs! I've been on this mortal coil long enough, and my allergies are starting to act up!"
You sigh, and exhale deeply. A scrawny, gangly shade in a wizard hat and giant round glasses steps out from your body and looks at you appraisingly.
"You know," he says, "you weren't a total waste of time and wizarding energy. You have followed in my footsteps well, and as a reward I shall rend reality itself to make you whatever class of adventurer you wish to be. It's no big deal, just altering the very fabric of existence. Whatever. Just cross your fingers and make a wish."
| "No offense, but I wish to club seals." |
Reality opens in an octarine rift, there's a flash of light, and you are filled with the desire to Club Seals.
| "The magic was fun, but I'd rather be taming turtles." |
Reality opens in an octarine rift, there's a flash of light, and you are filled with the desire to Tame Turtles.
| "Your magic inspires me. I want to mance pasta." |
Reality opens in an octarine rift, there's a flash of light, and you are filled with the desire to Mance Pastas.
| "Spending time with you made me want to be sauced. Make me a sauceror." |
Reality opens in an octarine rift, there's a flash of light, and you are filled with the desire to Ror Sauces.
| "How could I aspire to wizardry after embodying you? Make me a disco bandit." |
Reality opens in an octarine rift, there's a flash of light, and you are filled with the desire to Dance Discos.
| "I want to write a song about you, and I want to do it on a stolen accordion." |
Reality opens in an octarine rift, there's a flash of light, and you are filled with the desire to Steal Accordions.
Jarlsberg looks down his nose at you. "Well, I hope you make something of yourself without my guidance, but I don't hold out much hope" he says, but you can see spectral tears in his eyes. "Take on my avatar again sometime, mortal. For I, Jarlsberg the Magnificent, the Mage of Mages, have grown accustomed to your face."
Occurs at the end of an Avatar of Jarlsberg run, either upon freeing King Ralph or dropping the path.
References
- "Grown accustomed to your face" refers to the same-title song in My Fair Lady.
