((Woo-hoo, intresting things happening again!))
Alexandria - Fuck those basterds. Never enjoyed their company. I'd rather finish survivors than drag them back to life - those are mostly bandits rather than soldiers they once were. They hardly have any money savings - all that was is hidden loot.
Speaking of loot - I meant our weapon stash, in fact. There are some models that may be intresting to you, but mostly those are rifles designed for men, so they may be uncomfortable to use for you. But whatever...He leads you down to the deep trench, constantly stomping the earth below his feet, until a metal-to-metal cling comes instead of thump. Than he waves his hands over the dust until he finds a metal ring among it He pulls it hardly, and a massive metal door moves aside. Below there is a small room - something like 2m*3m*5m. It is all stuffed with weapons of different sorts - pistols, rifles, machineguns, semi-machineguns, grenades, grenade launchers, two anti-panzer rifles, and lotsa munitions for all of those. Jackpot. To your surprise, there is a marvelous two-handed sword in the corner, wrapped in cloth. As your gaze falls onto it, Hamilton Grabs it and says that it's his stuff, than shows a scratched name on the small label attached to blade.
WhitusOpusYou strip ones coat and carefully wrap Henrik's remainings to it, then put those to the car.
Then, you proceeв to searching the killers. You toss the weaponry under the backseat, also wrapped in a coat. by the way, in the pockets of those you find:
- 3 expensive watches with silver chains (no idea how much exactly do they cost, but you guess that no less than Imperial each)
- 4 imperials, 12 quaters and 43 singuluses
- Three fine cigars
- A fancy lighter, engraved with gold
- Keys from the car, with a small metallic symbol of it's producer attached to the as a trinket
- A box of matches with the picture of elegant half-naked woman with a signature
"Sheryl's" - A letter, which is typed on a typewriter:
John!
The bait was swallowed. The person disturbing us is down, I heard a lot of good about the executors that ware hired, now all we need is to cover up the ends of it. Be at watch around the guild at midnight, take a few guys with you, as well as guns. Return as soon as you finish, we have a lot of other business to perform. Burn as you read it, as usual.
You get back to the guild, but halfling is long gone.
You reach for the car and take the driver's seat. You turn the starter, and the beast of steel roars with it's engine, welcoming new owner.
You drive through the night streets of the city.
Finally, you leave the city limit and find a lone place. You manage to bury your friend's remainings and swear to revenge upon his grave.
Rolepgeek((Just to be clear. OP had a big update on 24th of january. Now we are talking. I continue your story.))
You're half, naked, wet and beaten. Nationalists spawned from nowhere this time - you swear there weren't any before they reached you and beaten. Your natural regeration gave you your only chance to hold long enough, because in the end they were just too tired of beating and stomping. You can't even recall how long the process was going. But when they finished, the rain started. Coldest rain.
You reached for the only place you knew was always open for suffering - the temple. It's round, soft forms were always resembling kindness of it's priests, but overall silouette that seemed angular was reminding of the cool mind behind it.
When you reached the door and knocked, you were gathering your last forces to stand, but they didn't last for long, and you slowly slided down, leaning your back against the wall. Then, a priest opened the door. As he saw you, he dragged you inside and called for healers. A few gathered around you, waving their hands above you. Magic they were casting was so strong that you could almost feel it, but thу pain lasted in all of your limbs, shambling all around your body - first your legs are in pain, then thу same unbearable feeling in your chest, then in the head.
They brought you to the small room in the left wing and continued. They were charming and operating you for a day, maybe. You do not know why they bothered saving you in the first place, but hey, they are saving you. At last, all the doctors stepped aside, as she came. The priestess. The Analytic of the Temple. She was speaking in a tone person usually speaks in when discussing an important deal. In fact, he offered you one - she gives you life, by sharing her own, and you owe her whatever will redeem this price. You may return these lifeforces when you'll get well, she said. You agreed. What else you could do? She took your wrist and pushed it with a thumb. you felt the vital warmth spreading all over you, at last, and her black hair started to turn pale, until they became completely white. You mentioned a few new wrinkles on her face. She said to find her on Saribous, or she'll find you herself when she needs you. She pointed at your wrist - there was a complicated round symbol, like if it was a tatoo.
You scratch the round symbol under your sleeve and make one more sip of ale.
- Wow... impressive.
The man finishes his ale and suggests to go have a nap for now, so you can leave this city at the sunrise.
CaerwynYou squeal and wave your hands in order to express your sincere surprise and awareness of situation. in fact, you were looking so incredibly ridiculously persuasive you become the center of the attention. All your companions stare at you, even Zigfried.
The bridge is opened, Zigfried seems to be fine exept the fact he has a permanently fixed gauntlet on his right hand. He finds it comfortablу, however. You gather up to a group once more. Everyone is silent and is waiting somebody else to say something.
UltraValicanYou quickly use the info read in books, and let the magic flow through all your body, in order to let all the light pass through you without reflecting, so you just cannot be an image as you know it and become, in fact, invisible for human's eye.
The dark figure of Librarian comes up and looks around with a sight of empty eyeholes. You wonder if the vision of magic nature can detect you. [1] Looks like it can. Librarian turns back and hisses some words back to the figure.
Suddenly, you feel the strongest physical push and instantly fly through space up to the figure.
It is tall - almost two and a half meters high - steel humanoid, of obviously mechanical nature. However, you cannot see any energy source. It wears something strange - something resembling mante and army longcoat at once. It's face is a flat metal plate without expression - literally. And it stares at you. You hear the voice in your head that seems to be louder than even your own thoughts:
Tell me who are you before I squash you.
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