Something whacks the back of your head. Not another one of those blasted comets -- but no, it's a scroll! You unravel it and squint through the blinding pink sparkles to read the message:
Quote:
FROM: Arcane Bureau of Investigation
Office of the Director
This is an urgent message. The A.B.I. is in dire need of assistance from dragons of all flights to help with a very important mission. There are no special requirements for these positions. If you are interested in becoming an informant, please report to the observatory IMMEDIATELY. The fate of Sornieth may rest in your claws.
You’re surrounded by a pink light when you finish reading. When the light fades you notice that you’re in the Observatory; except most of the dragons here are frantically running around.
A fae in a pink beret accosts you.
“Hi! We really, really need your help right now!” She turns around and shoots off a ball of light at a passing dragon. Said dragon yips and hustles faster, disappearing into a room titled Arcanist’s Study.
A mug with some strange pink liquid is pushed into your hands, and the fae hustles you (as much as she can, given how small she is; but she’s rather... bolt-happy, and that’s getting you to move faster than anything else) towards a corner with pillows. Shooting you a meaningful glance, you quickly take a seat on a lumpy polkadot cushion.. “Okay so, here’s what happened…
"Apparently last year the Arcanist brought a couple of… souvenirs with him from his adventure in space, including some mysterious orb. He hasn’t gotten around to experimenting on the orb until now. And because of that I'm sure you already noticed the collapsing space. and heard the other Deities got turned into statues. Spacedad panicked, possibly spilled some other experiment on the orb, and turned himself into a statue too.
"Now, this was all fine and good; the Arcanist had enough helpers to find a fix to this problem, except somehow the orb activated itself and… sucked Spacedad into a black void. The orb is… in a questionable state and the researchers don’t want to mess with it. As far as we know the Arcanist is the only one who knows how to fix this.
“So!” the fae looks at you with an earnest expression, yellow eyes peering intently into yours. “We’d really appreciate it if you helped us out!”
As you quickly nod - bolts to the rump hurt a lot, light-flight or not - the fae’s eyes twinkle happily.
“You can call me Agent Schaffulbaums! Together, with the rest of my team, we’ll solve this mystery and get Spacedad back!”