Derse ==> Launch a preemptive strike
So the clown has abandoned his cause, and the Players are beginning to rise and unite and complete their quests. --Your people had been assured that the war was practically already won, and yet here you are, struggling against a sudden surge of opposition that was growing at an alarming rate.
It was only a matter of time before this became a Problem. Your people needed to get ahead of it.
The first obvious target was the traitor- The Dersite prince who had been sabotaging the players from within, and now joined them against you. His dreamer still slept in deathlike repose in its tower, a two prong attack would prevent the Prince of Rage from being able to be revived with a kiss.
Droll was sent out to the tower with a simple task-- kill the dreamer within it, even he could manage that much. Indeed he seemed quite excited to try out his munitions, and was seen rigging the tower with explosives before the second agent was chosen.
Both Jack and the Dignitary were under suspicion, so it was the Brute who was dispatched to the rage player's land-- his great strength and skill in battle hopefully a match for one skinny clown who hadn't even unlocked his godtier.
The Land of Tents and Mirth was an interesting one, the landscape covered in a vast amount of tents and platforms, balloons floating everywhere. Fortunately for the Brute the Player's home was easy to spot- it spiraled into the air, built up into a tower, a beacon for anyone who was looking for it.
He wasn't a particularly subtle dersite, so when he jiggled the handle of the door and found it locked, the entire door was ripped off its hinges and cast aside, while the large Agent stormed into the building. A strange place indeed- Decorated in bone and black and white- harlequins and gothic motifs, It looked entirely like it belonged in some strange sort of clown based vampire tragedy. He sniffed at the air-- this was the kitchen and he headed based it, kicking chairs and balls and knick knacks out of his way as he headed for the living room and the couch his target was waking up on, sitting up and squinting toward the door as he darkened it.
The Brute didn't say anything, approaching with speed, and a fist drawn back to hammer down on the troll as he caught sight of him. Kurloz rolled away acrobatically, leaving the couch to explode under the blow while he bounced back up to his feet and landed a hard kick to the Brute's backside , sending him flying head first into the wall. The Dersite put his hands on either side of the hole his head was stuck through and Heaved, freeing himself and shaking off dry wall, turning to face Kurloz, only to have a juggling club come flying at his head. He snapped it out of the air with his teeth and crunched down on it, eating the think, and grabbed up a chunk of the couch, hurling it at Kurloz while the clown threw himself out of the way, and kept rolling as pieces of his living room were lobbed after him, scrambling to keep ahead of them, trying to flash step only to run into things being thrown ahead of him when he tried. He was boxed in, cornered, as he was chased to the back of the room by the looming giant of a carapacian and straightened himself up, fist raised- and tried to land a blow between the big guys legs with his shin first-- finding that a futile task against the cloned chess creature. The brute bit his head off, and he collapsed On Derse he woke with a start and scrambled for a phone, getting into the group chat and typing in plain text for the first time "HELP" -And then the explosions started, the entire tower rumbling as it started collapsing.
