CHAPTER 3 The watchman calls to you.
'Ma'am, I think you need to see this.' You reply,
'What now Eriel?....' Then you step out of the door, and you pause, shocked. The watchman looks at you, his eyes betraying a hint of fear. You look from him to the smoke, and hide a frown. What the blazes did the demons think they were doing?
'Eriel, gather some men. We're going on a little hunt.' -----
An hour later you stand atop a hill, looking down at the ashes of half a city. Nothing moves in the wreckage. But they're out there somewhere. The demons just don't know when to quit. Then again, neither do you. Maybe you should have joined your brother Surma. But no. he was everything you were not. Rebellious where you were loyal. Carefree where you were responsible. And idiotic. Not you.
A slight hump on the edge of your vision catches your eye. A corpse. Hollow, soulless. Demons clearly got him. But nothing you could do for him now. you head off, guesturing for your men to follow you. you don't see the 'corpse' begin to move.
Angel, 3rd class
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Power: 100/200
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Holy sword (sheathed)
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Your vision blurs back shortly after your hearing, and you struggle to your feet. Hollow she had said. What did that mean? How was that possible. Your train of thought is interupted as you gag, your battered body kicking back in. ugrh.
you can smell acrid smoke in the wind, and looking round you can see the full extent of your actions. A third of the city, from the industrial district to the docks, lays in various states of ruin, ashes drifting over the ground like tiny tumbleweeds. A single robotic arm and a small section of wall is all that remains still standing of the factory, at least that you can see from here. And suddenly your thoughts return to your friends. Surma was down there somewhere! You retch again, involuntarily. Then again, so was Phenex. And that creature, although it hardly counts as a friend. You can't help but wonder if it is dread, remembering its regrowth from half a head....
Human
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Power:0
Health:3/5 - sick
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Shotgun, 19 rounds
Dual carving knives
flaming sword (sheathed)
5 bandages
Aspirin
Tile fragments
16 days food
Brass valve
Small brass cog
blank card