Alexander nods once, then turns back towards the birdman, his blade following. "Thank you, Miss Edelman, but at this moment we are busy. Stay back. Now, demon, where were we? The tower. What. Is it? What is within?
Talk at bird man. Still threatening him with the sword, though not quite as close anymore.
["Trusting, eh? That tower was built by an army of bugs controlled by a very strong dog. Though at this point he's more like a giant serpent. He is quite powerful, as is his lieutenant, a human. They like to chop people up, repeatedly. If you go there, you all will find it quite painful."]
The demon tilts his head very slightly.
["That much is fair warning. I wouldn't want to see potential innocents destroyed in that way. If you want to trade, put away your weapon."]
Back up, get behind a different tree farther away and listen
As soon as Alexander returns to talking with his bird, you scurry away and hide behind a farther away tree. This doesn't really make you hidden but it might hopefully provide some cover?
Eh, f*** it, we're basically along for the ride.
WHISPERS HO!
https://youtu.be/vYeDysZS80wYou draw it in, you feel it. Noticing the limbs underlying the limbs around you, carrying not only essence, but thoughts. Words come to you.
IMPULSEYes, of course, this is what you were meant to be. Whatever you were before, it was crude,
imperfect. You were once a cheap, plasticy toy to be used and discarded, but now you are true.
One limb looks appropriately feathery. Could probably follow that. Smells a lot like those assholes though. Those fuckers, Hell you-
Not that way, no. You shouldn't believe that just because the limbs say so. Just because they killed you doesn't mean they're
bad people, right?
WHY ARE THINGS TERRIBLE?What?You were supposed to win, to have succeeded where others had failedHuh, looks like it's doing its own little thing there.But in the end there's r̷̴͖̟̩̲̜̭̯̟e̷̷̢͍͉͓͖͍͎̺̫à̼̫ļ̡̨̙̝͖͈̣̣̫ļ̭̖̼̥̣͓̦͖y̴͖͍͠͠ͅ ̭̯͉͈̹͇̪̰n̷̨͇o͇͇̫͉̞͕̬̦͠ ̡̺͇w̗̳͍͘a̸̤̺͠y̴̪̖͕̞̣̲̠̫͈͡NOPEHeart fluttering, you break that train of thought before brings you places better not trod. Your twisted left hands itches in anticipation.
Name: Alexander Prekar
Description: A tall and strong man, wearing simple cloth garments. Has a golden cross hanging around his neck on a chain.
Method of death: He was assassinated while asleep, during the crusades.
Demon: He always believes he is absolutely in the right, and has trouble understanding other people, especially those who disagree with him. His is the only way, and all others will lead to fire.
Never-Die: 3
Pay-Attention: 7
Go-Through: 4
Move-Quick: 4
Keep-Hold: 4
Accuracy: -2
Melee: +3
Agility: -2
Poise: +0
Resistance: +3
Medical: -2
Extraction: -2
Knowledge of Demons
Determination: 3/3
Focus: 7/7
Stamina: 0/2
Speed: 4/4
Corruption: 0/4
Status: Fine!
Weapon: Machete
Armor: Plate armor
Weight: 2
Inventory:
Machete: A good blade. It has sufficed for hacking apart the foul creatures that lurk here.
[melee: lethal/AP3 pain4]
[hit+1]
[parry+2]
[weight1]
[1hand]
Rifle Spear: A bit heavy, with that strange metal barrel attached alongside the haft...
[melee: lethal/AP3 pain2]
[melee special: lethal/AP5 pain4 ammo]
[ranged: lethal/AP3 pain2 min3 short6 long50 snap10 focus2/3]
[ammo 1/1]
[reach]
[parry+1]
[weight1]
Plate Armor: Steel armor of a crusader. The helmet has a flat top rather than a dome, unlike many armors.
[armor4]
[weight1]
[noise+2]
Clay x1: Payment for services rendered. Heals wounds, supposedly.
[removes pain]
[cures injury]
Name: Rakiit Amph
Description: A 6 foot tall cat girl covered in surgical scars and injection ports. short brown cat ears and similarly brown tail. Wearing a ragged guard uniform with a gaping hole in the abdomen. She's holding an LMG protectively to her chest
Method of death: Cardiac arrest from massive stimulant overdose sustained while escaping the lab
Demon: trouble trusting people, hyper active, somewhat unstable. Unsure of purpose.
Never-Die: 6
Pay-Attention: 3
Go-Through: 3
Move-Quick: 8
Keep-Hold: 3
Accuracy: +1
Melee: -2
Agility: +5
Poise: -2
Resistance: -2
Medical: +0
Extraction: -2
Cat Ears and Whiskers (+2 Perception)
Claws (lethal/AP2 pain4)
Fluffy Tail (cute)
Determination: 6/6
Focus: 3/3
Stamina: 0/0
Speed: 8/8
Corruption: 0/3
Status: Fine
Weapon: LMG
Armor: Kevlar Vest
Weight: 3
Inventory:
LMG: Rakiit's very favorite gun. It's got some scratches and mud on it.
[melee: pain3]
[Ranged: lethal/AP3 pain2 min4 short12 long150 snap20 focus1/2]
[ammo ~75/200]
[weight3]
Kevlar Vest: Vest which stops bullets. Being shot at remains inadvisable.
[armor2]
Egg?: Off-white baseball sized sphere. Tastiness not tested.
[unknown]
Name: Demetrius
Description: Rather athletic bearded Macedonian man in white tunic and leather cloak.
Method of death: Drowned when ship he captained was turned over by giant wave on its way to Alexandria.
Demon: Obsessed with sinking things.
Never-Die: 5
Pay-Attention: 9
Go-Through: 3
Move-Quick: 3
Keep-Hold: 3
Accuracy: -2
Melee: +2
Agility: +0
Poise: -2
Resistance: +0
Medical: +0
Extraction: +0
Determination: 1/5
Focus: 9/9
Stamina: 1/1
Speed: 3/3
Corruption: 0/3
Status: Fine.
Weapon: Short sword
Armor: none
Weight: 2
Inventory:
Short Sword: A bronze short sword with a slight curve to it. Heavy and cheaply made, but effective.
[melee: lethal/AP3 pain4]
[hit+2]
[parry+1]
[weight1]
[1hand]
Iron Spear: A sturdy wooden pole tipped with an iron spearhead.
[melee: lethal/AP3 pain2]
[thrown: lethal/AP2 pain2 short4 long8 focus2]
[reach]
[parry+1]
[weight1]
Olive Oil: Has a thousand uses! Like, uh, bathing yourself?
[oily]
Adamantine Dagger: Sharp. Very very very sharp.
[melee: lethal]
[thrown: lethal/AP5 short0 long10 focus2]
[parry+1]
[1hand]
Black Die: Holding this in your hand, you feel fate flow through you.
[11]
Name: Darla Edelman
Description: Skinny, green eyes, black hair. She was a princess of the House of Edelman. Her mother, Queen Dory Edelman, feared losing her power. When Darla learned of this, she quit drinking everything from the castle, fearing it was poison. She carried a bottle with her to collect water from the moat. She also tried eating less from the castle too, trying to fish for food instead. She knew the moat couldn’t be poisoned because it feeds into a river that brings water to the rest of the capital and loops back to the dam. Unknown to her, the Queen’s sister visited the kingdom during the night and snuck some poison into Darla’s water bottle. When Darla drank from it, she started off normal, but over time everything she did got slower until she died near the moat where she fished.
Method of death: Poisoned by a member of her family
Demon: she overthinks things
Never-Die: 5
Pay-Attention: 5
Go-Through: 4
Move-Quick: 4
Keep-Hold: 5
Accuracy: +0
Melee: -1
Agility: +0
Poise: +0
Resistance: +0
Medical: -1
Extraction: +0
Determination: 5/5
Focus: 5/5
Stamina: 4/4
Speed: 4/4
Corruption: 0/5
Status: Fine
Weapon: Dagger
Armor: None
Weight: 0
Inventory:
Dagger: A double-edged knife once owned by your grandmother. Utilitarian in design.
[melee: lethal/AP3 pain3]
[parry+2]
[1hand]
Glass Bottle: An emerald green glass bottle. Currently empty, it could be used to hold a variety of things.
Name: The Scribe!
Description: A tall bird man with a covering of grey and blue feathers. His left hand ends in a terrible claw. He's currently naked.
Method of death: Starvation, locked in his tower while he worked on his latest tale of another corrupted realm, which he no longer clutches.
Demon: Isolation, as well as the madness that follows when you have visions of other, twisted planes.
Impulse: Whispers 4/5
Never-Die: 5
Pay-Attention: 7
Go-Through: 3
Move-Quick: 5
Keep-Hold: 3
Accuracy: +0
Melee: +0
Agility: +0
Poise: +0
Resistance: +2
Medical: -2
Extraction: +2
Werekitten
Determination: 0/5
Focus: 7/7
Stamina: 1/1
Speed: 5/5
Corruption: 3+1i/3
Status: We Livin
Weapon: +2 Shotgun of Weirdness
Armor: None
Weight: 2
Inventory:
"Hell's Blessing": Oh, it's hers? Interesting.
[melee: lethal]
[ranged: lethal/AP2 pain5 min2 short5 long8 snap38 focus2/3]
[hit+2]
[ammo 2/2]
[weight2]
[1hand]
Shells x7: The food that shotguns might need to work their magic.
Bird Cultist Tome: Bird Facts. A hand-written book on parchment with a wooden cover. It looks a lot like the sort of thing a lone mad birdman would make!
[bird]
Clay x5: The flesh, the flesh! Our flesh, touched by human hands!
[removes pain]
[cures injury]
[recharges impulse]
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