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7/9/2025, 8:49:05 AM
>>6272329
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5taN_PQiG78
The sight is worse than you could have imagined.
In the center of the room there's an aproned farmhand, holding a cleaver in one hand and the leg of a teenage boy in the other. The boy is bare, naked as the day he was born, clad only in the muck and grime of barn and the palpable fear and stubborn rage on his face. Chained to a pillar in the middle of the room, he stands in a puddle of fresh and dried blood alike.
A light as sterile as the Stormwatch illuminates this atrium, caked in dust, barely covered cracks, and stark shadows from rusty crossbeams. It shines on the stables fashioned just as haphazardly as the fences, and the people within. Men, women, and children, all naked, all covered in filth, and all bleeding from the calf with a serious injury. Everyone from the middle of the room to the right. Everyone of these people will have to limp to their freedom.
The worker, a man no more than six years the teen's elder, gritted his teeth and shirked from the light as he focused on the three of you. "V-vittu!" The rat cursed. The boy could not find words beyond gasps.
Sigrun rushes forth, reading to excise brutal justice. The attack is trivial, but whether or not he will die screaming is to be decided. As much as she would prefer he did, circumstances would prefer he die quietly.
Lalli bolts around the corner, making a Fast check.
You need to keep up with Lalli. These monsters need to keep their hands off these people. Make a Fast check; two anons, roll 3d8.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5taN_PQiG78
The sight is worse than you could have imagined.
In the center of the room there's an aproned farmhand, holding a cleaver in one hand and the leg of a teenage boy in the other. The boy is bare, naked as the day he was born, clad only in the muck and grime of barn and the palpable fear and stubborn rage on his face. Chained to a pillar in the middle of the room, he stands in a puddle of fresh and dried blood alike.
A light as sterile as the Stormwatch illuminates this atrium, caked in dust, barely covered cracks, and stark shadows from rusty crossbeams. It shines on the stables fashioned just as haphazardly as the fences, and the people within. Men, women, and children, all naked, all covered in filth, and all bleeding from the calf with a serious injury. Everyone from the middle of the room to the right. Everyone of these people will have to limp to their freedom.
The worker, a man no more than six years the teen's elder, gritted his teeth and shirked from the light as he focused on the three of you. "V-vittu!" The rat cursed. The boy could not find words beyond gasps.
Sigrun rushes forth, reading to excise brutal justice. The attack is trivial, but whether or not he will die screaming is to be decided. As much as she would prefer he did, circumstances would prefer he die quietly.
Lalli bolts around the corner, making a Fast check.
You need to keep up with Lalli. These monsters need to keep their hands off these people. Make a Fast check; two anons, roll 3d8.
7/9/2025, 8:47:25 AM
>>6272329
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5taN_PQiG78
The sight is worse than you could have imagined.
In the center of the room there's an aproned farmhand, holding a cleaver in one hand and the leg of a teenage boy in the other. The boy is bare, naked as the day he was born, clad only in the muck and grime of barn and the palpable fear and stubborn rage on his face. Chained to a pillar in the middle of the room, he stands in a puddle of fresh and dried blood alike.
A light as sterile as the Stormwatch illuminates this atrium, caked in dust, barely covered cracks, and stark shadows from rusty crossbeams. It shines on the stables fashioned just as haphazardly as the fences, and the people within. Men, women, and children, all naked, all covered in filth, and all bleeding from the calf with a serious injury. Everyone from the middle of the room to the right. Everyone of these people will have to limp to their freedom.
The worker, a man no more than six years the teen's elder, gritted his teeth and shirked from the light as he focused on the three of you. "V-vittu!" The rat cursed. The boy could not find words beyond gasps.
Sigrun rushes forth, reading to excise brutal justice. The attack is trivial, but whether or not he will die screaming is to be decided. As much as she would prefer he did, circumstances would prefer he die quietly.
Lalli sprints around the corner, making a Fast check.
You need to keep up with Lalli. These monsters need to keep their hands off these people. Make a Fast check; two anons, roll 3d8.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5taN_PQiG78
The sight is worse than you could have imagined.
In the center of the room there's an aproned farmhand, holding a cleaver in one hand and the leg of a teenage boy in the other. The boy is bare, naked as the day he was born, clad only in the muck and grime of barn and the palpable fear and stubborn rage on his face. Chained to a pillar in the middle of the room, he stands in a puddle of fresh and dried blood alike.
A light as sterile as the Stormwatch illuminates this atrium, caked in dust, barely covered cracks, and stark shadows from rusty crossbeams. It shines on the stables fashioned just as haphazardly as the fences, and the people within. Men, women, and children, all naked, all covered in filth, and all bleeding from the calf with a serious injury. Everyone from the middle of the room to the right. Everyone of these people will have to limp to their freedom.
The worker, a man no more than six years the teen's elder, gritted his teeth and shirked from the light as he focused on the three of you. "V-vittu!" The rat cursed. The boy could not find words beyond gasps.
Sigrun rushes forth, reading to excise brutal justice. The attack is trivial, but whether or not he will die screaming is to be decided. As much as she would prefer he did, circumstances would prefer he die quietly.
Lalli sprints around the corner, making a Fast check.
You need to keep up with Lalli. These monsters need to keep their hands off these people. Make a Fast check; two anons, roll 3d8.
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