Kill it!
Take defensive stance with spear and poke poke poke trying to stay outside of this thing reach
Rakit will shoot the emerging Kitty with 3 bullets
Bad Kitty!
[13, 8, 10, 8. 2, 2, 4, 3.]
Alexander and Demetrius both rip into the emerging whatever with their weapons, striking it repeatedly. Though how effecting those strikes are is hard to tell, what with the target being a shifting and writing mass of flesh possessed by otherworldly forces which generally refuse to obey normal physics.
The point is moot; Rakiit triple-taps it despite the close proximity of her "friends". Thankfully they're not struck by the bullets themselves, because that's not how we do things around here. Having sustained a remarkable amount of damage in a short period of time, the Scribe's corpse collapses into a mess of moderately identifiable, definitely contaminated inert meat.
To make sure, Alexander slams his machete down into the mass. It doesn't visibly react any differently from an inert gore-pile, which generally indicates something being dead. Usually I mean. How would you know? It's eldritch bullshit, it could just cheat and come back to life. At least one of you three thinks back to the phrase "that is not dead which may eternal lie". Not that you know what that implies exactly, but you've definitely heard that said before!
Interrupting this fascinating (to me) train of thought, Rakiit hears something. A loud buzzing from above, which corresponds to the silhouette of a large beetle. Rakiit points it out to the others. The creature is the size of a large dog and hovers lazily over the clearing.
Wow! He felt STELLAR!
Never before had The Scribe been so optimistic about his situation!
Something about this new form... Fit. His mind matches his body matched his soul~ Indeed, this sensation was indescribable.
In his clarity, he realized something. He was lonely. Before, no others could possibly understand him. Now, thinking back to the dog pack, there were surely others of his kind. That chance to understand and be understood glared at him.
He had to find his flock.
Flip through Bird Facts, see if there's any notes about where a flock of Birdfolk might nest. Then go there!
If there's no information, simply trust in my instincts.
(Melee, Accuracy to 0)
You check your handy book full of very accurate facts about birds, naturally just flipping to a random page. It contains information on Birdmen.
Birdmen are very smart and handsome avian people who are especially skilled in conjuring up various magic thingies. They generally live alone due to a tendancy to develop crazy mad theories about the mystical subject matter and thus find it hard to agree with each other on anything. The book goes on a short tangent explaining that the facts contained in the
true bird fact tome are definitely all true and you shouldn't trust any other bird facts. Back on track, Birdmen rarely meet each other except for the purpose of reproduction, which the book claims "works like humans". You're not entirely sure why the book would say that; humans are invasive. Raising of the little Birdman is handled by whichever parent is more enthusiastic, or whichever one wins the fight in cases of extreme mutual enthusiasm.
Most birdmen apparently like to build houses in trees, like the one you're currently curled up on. You look around. There are a lot of trees around here! If you just wander aimlessly, you'll be sure to find a Birdman before too long!
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: The Scribe!
Description: A tall bird man with a covering of grey and blue feathers. His left hand ends in a terrible claw. He's currently naked.
Method of death: Starvation, locked in his tower while he worked on his latest tale of another corrupted realm, which he no longer clutches.
Demon: Isolation, as well as the madness that follows when you have visions of other, twisted planes.
Impulse: Whispers 5/5
Never-Die: 5
Pay-Attention: 7
Go-Through: 3
Move-Quick: 5
Keep-Hold: 3
Accuracy: +0
Melee: +0
Agility: +0
Poise: +0
Resistance: +2
Medical: -2
Extraction: +2
Werekitten
Determination: 0/5
Focus: 7/7
Stamina: 1/1
Speed: 5/5
Corruption: 3+1i/3
Status: We Livin
Weapon: +2 Shotgun of Weirdness
Armor: None
Weight: 2
Inventory:
"Hell's Blessing": Oh, it's hers? Interesting.
[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 might need to work their magic.
Bird Cultist Tome: Bird Facts. A hand-written book on parchment with a wooden cover. It looks a lot like the sort of thing a lone mad birdman would make!
[bird]
Clay x5: The flesh, the flesh! Our flesh, touched by human hands!
[removes pain]
[cures injury]
[recharges impulse]
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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