"...I hear someone speaking on the other side. They do not sound exceptionally aggressive; I shall open the door. Stand back, girl, this place is full of danger."
Welp. Open the door. Demand whoever is behind it to explain themselves.
You remove the bar and open the door, revealing a small room containing these two
assholes okay I'm only absolutely sure beyond a doubt that one of them is an asshole. You've never seen either of them before so you don't even know that much.
Roleplaying phase initiate.
Also, stats for the metal bar in case you want to pick it up:
Steel Bar:
A thick bar of steel which was used to bar a door closed. Could be used as a weapon.[melee: lethal/AP3 pain3]
[parry+2]
[weight2]
@MidnightJaguar
One of the men in this room... you... recognize him? You are sure that the person in front of you is one Doctor Reid.
But that can't be the case, as Doctor Reid is a woman. Still, besides that fact the man in front of you looks identical to her. You draw your ears back, overcome with hatred for that face.
He let his instincts take hold, and he stared the one bug that noticed him straight in the face as he began chanting from his book of Eldrich script...
Random page again, out loud this time!
[The Scribe opens his Mad Scribe's Last Novel to a random page. 96.]
This page holds only one symbol. A word. Your eyes light up and you scream that word at the top of your lungs!
[The Scribe makes a Resistance skill check. 10.]
[Three Demon Bugs make Resistance skill checks. 10. 12. 11.]
"[meow]"Upon your proclamation, The two farther away bugs begin to shudder in place in... fear? They frantically wave their antennae around, feeling for something that's not there. The nearest of the bugs begins to shriek and writhe as its flesh rapidly rearranges itself.
[One Demon Bug takes lethal damage. 4.]
That bug implodes into a pile of strange organs and lays still. You smile. The book works!
Then with horror you notice your own flesh shift. Gaping holes appear in your arms and... fur-covered appendages emerge from them. Your hands twist in on themselves impossibly, calcifying and compacting into wicked claws of a shiny black substance.
You pass out...
[The Scribe takes lethal damage... 5.]
(You may now either spend 1 Determination to raise that 5 to a 6, or leave it at 5. This would leave you in a wounded state in which you will die unless treated.
Either way, you lose consciousness.)
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: 2/2
Speed: 4/4
Corruption: 0/6
Status: Fine!
Weapon: None!
Armor: Plate armor
Weight: 1
Inventory:
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]
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]
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: 5/5
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 tome with a simple image of a cat on the cover. Nobody's quite sure what the pages hold.
[unknown]
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: -2
Melee: +0
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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