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4/14/2025, 3:46:01 AM
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“Praise be to God! You don’t know how much I begged God for rescue! Who are you, child, performing miracles?” The poor soul collapses in prostration, his eyes bright with tears.
“My name is Anika. Please, don’t kneel.”
“Of course, forgive me,” — the man rises. “What is your name?” — “Gregor...” — “Do you wish to leave this place, Gregor?” — “Please, get me out of this meat grinder!”
“This is the way out. You're safe now. Are you alone?” — “... I think so...” — “What happened here?”
“I didn’t see. I found them like this. B-but I know who they are! They're my troop. We are knights of the Order of Saint Gabriel. We came here to retrieve something. A trap separated me from the group, and this was our rendezvous point for anyone who got lost. Look. This is how I found my brothers in Christ.” — he touches the corpse he was holding. “And my blood brother.”
You show sympathy. “I’m so sorry for your comrades, and your brother. Was he your only—” but the killer interrupts you:
“And you don’t want to avenge them? You’re going to run off without the artifact and let their deaths be in vain? Damn lack of resolve. There used to be real knights. Now there’s this. At least it’s a good suit of armor. I could put it to better use.”
“You don’t understand, man in rags. I have to take this chance to get out. With all due respect to your mission, my holy girl, but you too! This dungeon… it holds nothing for humankind. We must all leave here together! Now!”
You guide him to the exit, but accompany him. He is in a hurry, but before he leaves, (choose two):
> You ask what kind of thing his order came to retrieve
> You ask who or what might’ve done this to them
> You gently request a token of gratitude in gear for your escort, Folo
> You ask what this chapel used to be
> *write in*
“Finally we can move on. We still have torch time left. Where do we go now? I wonder who, for centuries, kept this little church clean. Will we find them?”
>Hurry through the crack and descend into the dungeon
>Honor God and the fallen in the realm of demons
>Bury the fallen and let Folo loot thier bodies
>write in
(2/2)
“Praise be to God! You don’t know how much I begged God for rescue! Who are you, child, performing miracles?” The poor soul collapses in prostration, his eyes bright with tears.
“My name is Anika. Please, don’t kneel.”
“Of course, forgive me,” — the man rises. “What is your name?” — “Gregor...” — “Do you wish to leave this place, Gregor?” — “Please, get me out of this meat grinder!”
“This is the way out. You're safe now. Are you alone?” — “... I think so...” — “What happened here?”
“I didn’t see. I found them like this. B-but I know who they are! They're my troop. We are knights of the Order of Saint Gabriel. We came here to retrieve something. A trap separated me from the group, and this was our rendezvous point for anyone who got lost. Look. This is how I found my brothers in Christ.” — he touches the corpse he was holding. “And my blood brother.”
You show sympathy. “I’m so sorry for your comrades, and your brother. Was he your only—” but the killer interrupts you:
“And you don’t want to avenge them? You’re going to run off without the artifact and let their deaths be in vain? Damn lack of resolve. There used to be real knights. Now there’s this. At least it’s a good suit of armor. I could put it to better use.”
“You don’t understand, man in rags. I have to take this chance to get out. With all due respect to your mission, my holy girl, but you too! This dungeon… it holds nothing for humankind. We must all leave here together! Now!”
You guide him to the exit, but accompany him. He is in a hurry, but before he leaves, (choose two):
> You ask what kind of thing his order came to retrieve
> You ask who or what might’ve done this to them
> You gently request a token of gratitude in gear for your escort, Folo
> You ask what this chapel used to be
> *write in*
“Finally we can move on. We still have torch time left. Where do we go now? I wonder who, for centuries, kept this little church clean. Will we find them?”
>Hurry through the crack and descend into the dungeon
>Honor God and the fallen in the realm of demons
>Bury the fallen and let Folo loot thier bodies
>write in
(2/2)
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