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7/10/2025, 2:56:57 AM
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“It should be possible,” she says. “He is unaging, undying… But that is not the same as unbeatable, or indestructible.”
“You’re couchin’ a lotta this in weasel words, Ayla.” You raise an eyebrow, less-than-happy yourself. “Is this guy really that tough? Can’t ya just… You know, reach into his brain an’ take the recipe for the pills, or make him give us what we want?”
Ayla shakes her head, and answers: “No. With my Mentalism and Carazzi’s combined, we could perhaps distract him for a time… But his mind and soul are guarded against anything deeper by a series of psychic blocks. Some of the best I’ve ever encountered. With his body no longer needing to breathe and his metabolism stalled, the pheromonal component of my powers cannot affect him, either.”
In truth, you’d expected as much. If it were THAT easy, you’re sure Ayla would have already done so, and spared the Monstrous Regiment the hassle of the hundun hunt altogether. But still…
“What about the ol’ zap-zap? A little bit’ve <Lightning Bolt> or whatever?”
“I’m… Not sure,” Ayla confesses, and cringes in genuine embarrassment. “Ziwei Bo’s level of actual combat power is unknown to me. Something about his qi renders it unreadable. I believe he may have followed some path similar to that of the Void Vessel—ask Carazzi—but taken to an extreme that is impossible for anything yet living. I’m not certain he even has a conventional SOUL anymore…”
You snort at that last bit. No soul? Well shit, Tips always said the same thing about goblins and their kin, and you’ve killed your fair share of THOSE in your day! The brief bravado doesn’t last, though—not when you see how serious Ayla’s face is.
“So what do we do?”
“Your plan isn't bad,” she says. “Lulling Ziwei Bo into a false sense of security is an excellent start. If you can keep up the ruse until he produces the pills, then steal them and escape, that might be the safest… Though you should expect reprisals if you can’t destroy him afterwards. As you can probably guess from what I’ve already told you, he is a man of considerable resources.”
“I’m pretty resourceful myself,” you retort. “Bet as an undead, he’s weak ta radiant damage, huh?”
You tap your Patmo-Shokan ‘rad-saber’, a small silver cylinder that produces a sword of pure heavenly energy. Ayla nods, affirming you have at least one advantage.
“It should be possible,” she says. “He is unaging, undying… But that is not the same as unbeatable, or indestructible.”
“You’re couchin’ a lotta this in weasel words, Ayla.” You raise an eyebrow, less-than-happy yourself. “Is this guy really that tough? Can’t ya just… You know, reach into his brain an’ take the recipe for the pills, or make him give us what we want?”
Ayla shakes her head, and answers: “No. With my Mentalism and Carazzi’s combined, we could perhaps distract him for a time… But his mind and soul are guarded against anything deeper by a series of psychic blocks. Some of the best I’ve ever encountered. With his body no longer needing to breathe and his metabolism stalled, the pheromonal component of my powers cannot affect him, either.”
In truth, you’d expected as much. If it were THAT easy, you’re sure Ayla would have already done so, and spared the Monstrous Regiment the hassle of the hundun hunt altogether. But still…
“What about the ol’ zap-zap? A little bit’ve <Lightning Bolt> or whatever?”
“I’m… Not sure,” Ayla confesses, and cringes in genuine embarrassment. “Ziwei Bo’s level of actual combat power is unknown to me. Something about his qi renders it unreadable. I believe he may have followed some path similar to that of the Void Vessel—ask Carazzi—but taken to an extreme that is impossible for anything yet living. I’m not certain he even has a conventional SOUL anymore…”
You snort at that last bit. No soul? Well shit, Tips always said the same thing about goblins and their kin, and you’ve killed your fair share of THOSE in your day! The brief bravado doesn’t last, though—not when you see how serious Ayla’s face is.
“So what do we do?”
“Your plan isn't bad,” she says. “Lulling Ziwei Bo into a false sense of security is an excellent start. If you can keep up the ruse until he produces the pills, then steal them and escape, that might be the safest… Though you should expect reprisals if you can’t destroy him afterwards. As you can probably guess from what I’ve already told you, he is a man of considerable resources.”
“I’m pretty resourceful myself,” you retort. “Bet as an undead, he’s weak ta radiant damage, huh?”
You tap your Patmo-Shokan ‘rad-saber’, a small silver cylinder that produces a sword of pure heavenly energy. Ayla nods, affirming you have at least one advantage.
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