He felt... Exhilarated. He checked to make sure his appendages were intact, then made note of that page. [96], was it? He would keep that one in mind. It was a shame he had blacked out - he would have loved to control that strange form.
Then he felt something calling from within the corpses he left. Something to be freed. Well, he wasn't one to ignore strange voices and urges...
Attempt Extraction on the nearest bug-corpse.
((Also, how much do I know about being a were[kitten] since it's on my sheet?))
((It being marked on your sheet represents me not wanting to maintain secret and not-secret versions of your stats. However, The Scribe can intuit that something has changed with him from that experience.))
Looking at the rather scattered remains of the bugs- including a blue one that you never even saw- you feel something pull at you. Or well, you see something in them. No, your hands start to work and you let them.
[The Scribe attempts extraction. 11.]
You reach out to something, grab, PULL it free. In your hand is... a small mass of semisolid gray something. It doesn't particularly look like anything but gray goop, but you feel that it is important somehow.
[+1 Clay]
There are more bodies. You feel that you could repeat this process on the other insect remains.
"I am hesitant to welcome you into our group; not because of any mistrust on my part, but simple concern for your... friend's well being. The girl clearly has much antipathy for him in particular. That said, I cannot turn you away; my role in this place is to act as guidance for lost souls such as yourselves."
Alexander relaxes, turning to look back towards Rakiit momentarily. "I do have some familiarity with the terrain. There is a shop down the corridor, and beyond it, our third and a path to the surface. Please, lead the way, girl."
Tell Rakiit to lead us back to the shop. Once at the shop, explain to those two guys what was going on, and request payment.
Lead the way for Alexander to the two shopkeepers.
Dr. Reed warily follows them, making sure to keep at least one meat-shield between him and the trigger-happy cat-girl.
(However much you might like to retain a meatshield, none of the meats available seem particularly loyal to you and thus might fail on the "shield" part.)
Follow
Right well, y'all head back over to the shop, with the catgirl leading the way and the good doctor sensibly hanging back where he can hopefully avoid getting fucking shot.
Once there, Alexander recounts what occurred to the two shopkeepers and the taller of the two goes through one of the chests on the north side of the room, procuring five baseball-sized spheres of gray clay in a stack and handing them to Alexander.
[+5 Clay]
"Two for each of you, plus one extra to the gentleman for not nearly murdering a potential customer.""...And a potential innocent person you just met?""Shh, I'm talking about important things here."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: 0/0
Speed: 4/4
Corruption: 0/6
Status: Fine!
Weapon: Steel Bar
Armor: Plate armor
Weight: 3
Inventory:
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]
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 x5: 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]
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 tome with a simple image of a cat on the cover. Nobody's quite sure what the pages hold.
[unknown]
Clay x1: 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: -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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