Frederick: {98}
Search for innocent peasants, avoid satan-spawn.
{7}Triad: {84}
Convince the demon to attack the mansion. {6}
Dragnar: {59}
Kill guards. {2}
Korbin: {49}
Deliver divine retribution. {1}
Sleeper: {43}
Materialize some cool shades. {Free}
Check on the peasants. {6}
Swordsman: B: Run! {6}
Soldiers in barracks:Spearman A: Get ready!
Spearman B: Get ready!
Spearman C: Get ready!
Swordsman F: Get ready!
Swordsman G: Get ready!
Swordsman H: Get ready!
Wrestler A: Get ready!
Turn 11: Quite a predicament.
The double colons in the title were a stylistic design choice. Really.
A voice booms:
“Suffering is the only thing Triad has caused since her arrival. Frederick has always been there cleaning up after her; washing away the blood, tending to wounds, providing hope. Triad has done naught but slaughter and maim. While both work towards a common goal, their methods differ.
This interests me.“
Continuing his campaign of righteousness, the balding doctor Frederick — with rusty shiv in hand — begins to examine the countless peasants who lay on the streets. Some are still alive, but to call their wounds severe would be an understatement. Limbs were strewn about, entrails discarded. If it weren’t for the general state of things and prior extenuating experience with such things, you’d expect him to be a little less calm.
He got to work immediately. It was truly a valiant effort, reattaching limbs and sewing shut countless wounds. There was no doubt that his abilities far exceeded natural human ability; the patients who were still conscious were treated to an incredible display of godly skill. In minutes, he had saved over 80% of Triad’s victims. The swathe she had cut through the middle of town, it was slowly recovering. Their savior had once again come, rescuing them from the very pits of despair.
With demonic strength, Triad swept away entire buildings. The city itself had long been falling apart, she was just expediting the destruction and decay a little bit. The souls inside had taken control, and they were enraged. An eternity of suffering awaited them the moment Triad relinquished their control. They were further angered by the lack of people, the lack of deaths. These buildings were empty. For several seconds, Triad pondered upon the wisdom behind calling forth demons and allowing them to control her.
Then she was struck with sudden inspiration.
“These buildings don’t have any people in them. You want to murder people, right? Well… there are people in the City Hall!”
With those words, her body moved faster than ever before. With a single great bound, it had cleared a distance of several hundred meters. It came crashing down close to the mansion. Thrusting its arm out, grasping onto the luxurious wood that stood before her, she tore it apart. Ripping a hole in the wall and peering inside, she was met with screams. The patrols had been alerted to her presence, but were too terrified to attack.
Nodding his head as a hellish demon-spawn rushed past him, Dragnar turned back and faced the barracks. A small, 4x10 meter room loaded with beds, chests, cabinets, and armour stands. 7 guards were readying their weapons, prepared to attack.
“The first strike can decide the flow of the entire battle!”
Or so Dragnar was taught. If this was true, it certainly didn’t bode well for him. As he tried to draw his sword, he lost his grip and it toppled to the ground!
Korbin wasn’t aware of the dire situation inside the barracks, nor was he likely to care. Parting his hair slightly, adjusting his invisible tie, and outstretching his arms to form a cross, he prepared to drop backwards onto the most holy of balconies. He was interrupted, however…
“DEMON! DEMON! IT’S A DEMON!”
Sudden smashing, shaking, and rumbling all resulted in Korbin losing his balance. Twisting and turning, he fell backwards. Saved by only his impressive reflexes, he managed to turn his pathetic fall into a wonderful flip, but he was no longer on the roof. Rather, he had landed on something’s back.
He took the brief interlude between the inevitable shaking-off that would come soon to examine exactly what it was he landed on. It was humanoid; two arms, two legs, and most of all it stood upright. Yet it was distinctly not-human. Where hair should’ve been was instead a dark mist and strange, thick veins ran through every inch of exposed skin. Blood, or at least what looked like it, could be seen moving underneath the surface.
“Wh-what is this?”
Well, Korbin. It’s a demon. You are now riding a demon.
Sleeper cracked a smile, slightly. His face remained stoic, but his lips upturned ever-so-little. With a slick maneuver he outstretched his right hand moving it in a semi-circle. Snapping his fingers, a green glow radiated from his hand. If this were a normal world, I’d suggest getting it checked out by a doctor, but Sleeper controlled the flow — he could materialize a doctor if he needed one. Taking form, a pair of ultra-sleek sunglasses formed around his hand. He tossed them up into the air and even the severely injured peasants looked on in awe. Somehow they found his face, landing perfectly on his head.
Clasping his hands behind his back, he began to walk forward slowly. He’d bend down, asking the peasants if they were okay. Most of them weren’t. Performing a precise headcount, he ascertained that there were approximately 140 peasants still in this section of the city. Of these, 80 were injured by Triad and 60 had already been treated by Frederick. These numbers popped into Sleeper’s head when he requested them — perhaps due to the mysterious hand?
Status: Has recently saved 60 peasants in under 5 minutes.
Inventory: Rusty shiv , sewing kit. Masterwork black cloak.
Skills: Skilled Paramedic (3/4 xp to rank up), Ambusher (0/3xp to rank up), Skilled Surgeon (1/4 xp), Skilled Doctor (1/4 xp to rank up) Philosopher (1/3xp)
Abilities: Godly doctor, but nothing else of note.
Status: A little blood-crazy. Has caused an enemy to explode lately. Has failed to be dramatic lately. Currently mounted on top of Triad.
Inventory: Exceptional Steel Spear, bloody. Iron chainmail.
Skills: Martial Artist (2/3 xp to rank up), Searcher (1/3 xp to rank up), Accomplished Spearman (3/5 xp to rank up), Thrower (1/3xp)
Abilities: Minor Prepared Concentration Minor Physics-Defying Jumping
Status: Looks like a traveler. Has no nose. Is currently not in a good situation, surrounded by angry guards.
Inventory: Engraved Exceptional Steel Claymore(Dropped) Iron chainmail. Leather pants, shoes. Guard’s helmet.
Skills: Skilled Searcher (2/4 xp to level up], Dabbling Swordsman (1/2 xp to level up),
Abilities: 100% human.
Status: Impossibly intoxicated. Is wearing a foreign karate suit. Left hand is badly mangled and glowing green. Is the one.
Inventory: Keg (50 liters) attached to back. Karate Master suit.Sleek sunglasses.
Skills: An unskilled laborer.
Abilities: Minor Intoxicated Agility.Probability-altering right hand.
Status: Demon form. Mostly patched up. Wound may become infected, but symptoms will take time to show. Collapsed lung, but otherwise okay. Has alienated beggars and orphans. Has been overtaken by a murderous rage.
Inventory: Iron chainmail,, Staff.
Skills: Skilled Martial Artist (0/4 xp to next rank)
Abilities: Demonic Possession.
A strangely out-of-place storehouse. Filled with boxes, booze, and exceptional weapons. Blood coats the floor.
A run-down street. Beggars and orphans litter the sides of the road. Frederick, and Sleeper are here. Dead peasants litter the ground and blood runs thick through the streets.
An armoury filled with weapons and armour. Sharp spears litter the floor. Currently inside: Dragnar’s nose.
To the north of the streets. Walls have crumbled. Guards regularly patrol the inside.
Korbin is currently on the ground, on top of Triad. Dragnar is inside the barracks and his sword is lies on the ground. There are currently 7 soldiers inside with him.
A tavern filled with booze.
The streets surrounding the Town Hall and other important buildings. There is a lot of rubble between the two places. Triad is here, smashing down buildings.
A decrepit old church filled with Frederick’s brilliant medical notes and equipment.
…someone may want to help out Dragnar. He’s in quite a bit of trouble. Or you could just rush at the Mayor and ‘win’ before anyone is seriously injured.
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