Shortly after they were created, Mamoru’s clones would disguise themselves in a variety of ways, from merely changing their outfits to changing their hairstyle, eye color, even skin tone, some even drank rare gender bending potion. Mamoru’s task for them was simple: go out into the world and learn all they can, and infiltrate the highest of governments and authorities to solidify the Chateau’s control behind the scenes. They’ll have to improvise a bit for their backgrounds, but ultimately their skills alone ought to help them provide what they need to prove their worth. Anything worthwhile can be reported directly via Bone Phone to Bone Daddy, who’s computer-like super intelligence will allow him Yo perfectly remember and store the information for later. If for some reason any clone is about to be compromised or in danger or something g worse than death, they can always dismiss themselves and their memories will be absorbed into Mamoru.

The maid sent her clones out via tunnels, trebuchet, and simply escorting skeletal servants out from the chateau. They scattered to the four winds with big hopes of adventure and bringing glory to the Chateau. All the while the real Mamoru just felt exhausted. All this hard work made Mamoru [i]really[/i] want to take a nap. She didn’t have anything to do off the top of her head, and Mamoru is fairly certain that some of the others have returned from their missions, so Mamoru would go visit some of he other chapter lords.

Mamoru chose to go pester the maidens at the chateau’s shrine. While the fox girls there weren’t nearly as fluffy as Ashara, they would have to entertain Mamoru for now until their head priestess returned. But fortunately for Mamoru, their head priestess had indeed returned, and Mamoru was quick to utilize every skill she had to quickly and immediately envelope herself in Ashara’s tails. “Haaaaaaiii.”

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What a strange thing here. A grass flute growing from such a profane location. Butterfly knelt down and examined the grass, examining his options. He was given command to investigate this area which he shall. And yet... There was still yet more here to explore. Then he had an idea. Butterfly turned to the skeletal servant nearby and granted him a level of intelligence similar time his own. Though his new found sentience would only last for a few hours alone, it should be more than enough for the skeleton to study this place while Butterfly investigates the surrounding area.

He took a few reeds of the musical grass with him, shaping them into a reed flute. He wandered these dark woods alone seeking out anyone else who might be exploring the forest at night. While the others before him were looking for their goblins and danger, Butterfly wanted to know what sort of beauty could be found in this new, unknown land. He wanted to see just what sort of creatures lived here, what sort of magic inhabits this place, so foreign to his own. There were a lot of things he wanted to do now, and so Butterfly spread his wings to search.