The demons. Danger, their champions, the source of their strength, whatever weapons make them believe they have a chance against the divine... and Salvation. Not Salvation for Alexander, but for his companions, these innocent people who have not heard the word of God. He must kill the demons, and he must save these souls.
The entity with you pauses for a moment, turning over you request and considering its intricacies. Then, your mind is hit with an enormous amount of information, so dense that you can almost feel the weight, pulling down on you.
[-1 Keep-Hold.]
You see... creatures, large and small. Birds, lizards, bugs, dogs. You see their bodies, their minds. Food, survival, reproduction, and many more complicated things. Things that would eat your guts for fun or make lively conversation. You see a hundred languages that you could never speak, each with its own context, a different way of seeing the world.
[Gained Knowledge of Demons.]
A much more compact thought drifts into your mind, as well, practically an afterthought. You see that man who calls himself the Scribe. His image splits into two scribes and they both begin to change. The Scribe on the left sprouts feathers and a beak, his flesh reforming to resemble a humanoid bird. In this form, his eyes are dark orbs filled with both madness and serenity. The Scribe on the right, meanwhile, [transitions into the form of a small kitten. It mews plaintively.]
The image of the Bird-Scribe fades away, while the [Kitten]-Scribe remains.
You snap back awake, lying on your back, the sky above you. The chain around your neck is gripped tightly in your right hand, which you open only to find that your cross pendant is gone. All that remains is ash.
Stab scribe with sword, spend 4 determination on it.
"So it has come to this, madman."
[Dimitri takes a very Determined stab at it. 20.]
[Having speed left over from it's own turn, Nyars counterattacks. 10.]
Stabbing someone with a curved sword is uh, not actually what curved swords are designed for, so instead you sidestep another attack from his arm and strike the Scribe's head off. His lifeless body slumps to the ground.
[The Scribe dies. Corruption: 4.]
Naturally, killing him isn't enough to stop Nyars, which is technically a [seperate creature. It detaches itself from the Scribe's elbow, growling angrily.]
If things get violent Rakiit will jump down the trees and watch. Otherwise, she will tell the group there's a big tower nearby that looks like it's full of things to kill.
You gracefully flop out of the tree, landing on all fours. From there you relax, laying on your chest with your head tilted up to watch the fight.
[Nyars pounces towards Demetrius. 8.]
[Demetrius takes the chance to counterattack. 17.]
The now disembodied [kitten] leaps forwards, trying to claw Demetrius's face off. The swordsman reacts quickly, bisecting the creature with his sword before it can touch him.
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: 0/1
Speed: 4/4
Corruption: 0/4
Status: Fine!
Weapon: Machete
Armor: Plate armor
Weight: 3
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]
Doga Spear: A crude, if metal-tipped spear once wielded a a doglike demon.
[melee: lethal/AP3 pain2]
[thrown: lethal/AP2 pain2 short4 long8 focus2]
[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 ~76/200]
[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
Nyarthlotep (Unknown)
Determination: 0/5
Focus: 7/7
Stamina: 1/1
Speed: 5/5
Corruption: 3+1i/3
Status: "Fine"
Weapon: +2 Shotgun of Weirdness
Armor: None
Weight: 2
Inventory:
"Hell's Blessing": "The most brutal, edgy, oversized keychain ever."
[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 need to work their magic.
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 x10: Liberated from the body of some demon. Likely to do... something.
[removes pain]
[cures injury]
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: 2/3
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.
[unknown]
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