The Scribe is quickly distracted from the [kitten] on the ceiling. "Oh! I'll take that so-called 'Shotgun!' And are those..." He follows a scent in his nose to the basket of eggs, and the one that the cat-girl held. "Ah! Bug-Demon Eggs!"
The Scribe lobbed 2 of his Clay at the shopkeepers, and began comparing the scents of the eggs to the smell of red and blue blood on his fingers.
[-2 Clay]
You pick up one of the eggs and sniff it. Smells a lot like an egg, yup. You sniff the blood on your hands. Yup, sure smells like... well, it doesn't smell like
normal blood, but it sure is blood. You think.
Now, you set down the egg and pick up the shotgun. It's, ehehe, oh it's a doozy. Whoever made this thing was clearly almost as mad as you, if not more so!
A few links worth of chain is attached to the stock of the weapon, and two curved blades of a strange blue metal are mounted below the two barrels. But what is really interesting, what attracts your attention at once, are the engravings.
Completely covering every metal surface except for the blades are detailed engravings depicting torture, injury, and miseries. The work of a madman. You feel intoxicated and a faint little mewl crawls up your throat and off your tongue. The creature on the ceiling happily replies with a similar sound.
[The Scribe makes Resistance skill check... 15.]
You close your eyes and focus. The feeling passes. The [kitten] makes a dejected noise and scurries off... somewhere. You didn't quite catch where it went.
Purchase the machete, then walk out of the shop and look down the path that we didn't go down to retrieve Reeds and Demetrius. If that path isn't a wall, tell the others to follow, and lead the way down the tunnel.
[-2 Clay]
[+1 cutting implement]
Poking your head into the hallway, you see that it ends to the north in a closed door, while to the south it terminates in an entrance to a large room of some kind. Well, it's a lead, so you head down thataways. You ask everyone to follow but the Scribe is too busy having a minor breakdown and Dimitri and Reeds appear to have packed themselves into the corner for optimal storage.
You arrive in a large open room rather chaotically filled with boxes and various other containers. It would seem that this was a stockpile.
There are signs that This place has been looted by people before, but it's still possible that useful items remain.
Rakiit will bounce along behind Alexander full of excitement at exploring this new place.
Bounce bounce bounce. You follow Alexander to the store room and cover the entrance while he has a look around, very tactically.
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: 3
Move-Quick: 4
Keep-Hold: 6
Accuracy: -2
Melee: +3
Agility: -2
Poise: +0
Resistance: +3
Medical: -2
Extraction: -2
Determination: 3/3
Focus: 7/7
Stamina: 1/1
Speed: 4/4
Corruption: 0/6
Status: Fine!
Weapon: Steel Bar
Armor: Plate armor
Weight: 2
Inventory:
Machete: A good blade. It will suffice for hacking apart whatever foul creatures may lurk here.
[melee: lethal/AP3 pain4]
[hit+1]
[parry+2]
[weight1]
[1hand]
Plate Armor: Steel armor of a crusader. The helmet has a flat top rather than a dome, unlike many armors.
[armor4]
[weight1]
[noise+2]
Cross Pendant: A little golden cross on a chain, symbolizing one's faith, and providing protection from unholy forces.
[unknown]
Clay x1: Payment for services rendered. Heals wounds, supposedly.
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: none
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 ~100/200]
[weight3]
Kevlar Vest: Vest which stops bullets. Being shot at remains inadvisable.
[armor2]
Egg?: Off-white baseball sized sphere. Tastiness not tested.
[unknown]
Name: "I... I've forgotten. Many call me 'The Scribe,' though I know that is incomplete. In whispers, I am 'The Mad Scribe.'"
Description: A withered old man in a tattered robe
Method of death: Starvation, locked in his tower while he worked on his latest tale of another corrupted realm, which he still clutches.
Demon: Isolation, as well as the madness that follows when you have visions of other, twisted planes.
Never-Die: 5
Pay-Attention: 7
Go-Through: 3
Move-Quick: 5
Keep-Hold: 3
Accuracy: -2
Melee: -2
Agility: +0
Poise: +0
Resistance: +2
Medical: -2
Extraction: +2
Werekitten
Determination: 4/5
Focus: 7/7
Stamina: 3/3
Speed: 5/5
Corruption: 0/3
Status: pERfEctLy FInE ThanKs
Weapon: Book?
Armor: None
Weight: 0/3
Inventory:
Mad Scribe's Last Novel: A leather-bound tome with a simple image of a cat on the cover. Nobody's quite sure what the pages hold.
[unknown]
Clay x5: Liberated from the body of some demon. Likely to do... something.
[removes pain]
[cures injury]
Name: Dr. Reed
Description: A tall, thin man in a doctors uniform
Method of death: Murdered by simpleton "Heroes" who said idiotic things like my experiments being 'unethical' or 'insane' or 'evil'. Bah. Idiots.
Demon: He is obsessed with improving the human body. A little too obsessed. He tends to forget little things when experimenting, like ethics or consent or anesthesia. You know. Little things.
Never-Die: 5
Pay-Attention: 9
Go-Through: 3
Move-Quick: 3
Keep-Hold: 3
Accuracy: +0
Melee: -2
Agility: -2
Poise: -2
Resistance: -2
Medical: +4
Extraction: +2
Determination: 5/5
Focus: 9/9
Stamina: 3/3
Speed: 3/3
Corruption: 0/3
Status: Fine.
Weapon: None.
Armor: None.
Weight: 0
Inventory:
First Aid Kit: Good for minor injuries and the like. You've "customized" this one a little bit.
[uses medical]
[cures injury]
[chemical workshop]
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: 5/5
Focus: 9/9
Stamina: 2/2
Speed: 3/3
Corruption: 0/3
Status: Fine.
Weapon: Short sword
Armor: none
Weight: 1
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]
Olive Oil: Has a thousand uses! Like, uh, bathing yourself?
[oily]
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