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“Oh yea… they had some kinda jam jar in their cloak.” The Skog stammers as she strides back over to cover with you in tow, “Can’t kill on an empty stomach, I guess!”
So true…
As you return to the alleyway, Obber The Machinist greets you with the usual wide-eyed and incredulous glare.
“Damn it all, I shoulda’ crushed my head back in me Workshop! The Hells’re we supposed ta’ do now!?”
Good question, you remark as Volka gingerly places you next to the snoring Sniper on the ground, Rezalith’s already torched a building, so it might not hurt to leave before reinforcements ar-
As if on cue, a fleet of the creaking, hissing contraptions that nearly intercepted you all before near Smith Street skid into the alley! Boots pour out of the vehicles like Tottas escaping a sinking ship, and a few of the owners grab your attention immediately:
No sooner do they squeeze out from the contraption’s cramped confines do a pair of Skogs take turns stabbing each other with blades! A look of growing concern etches into Volka’s eyes as the Skogs begin to tremble and froth at the mouth!
“Mor…” She stammers as you watch their pupils shrink, “They’re going Berserk…”
You noticed. Even as Rezzie strafes the convoy with a volley of flames, the Skogs and their Slinger-strapped supporters barely react! Before YOU can react, you feel the Tinkerer shove a hastily-wrapped package into your arms!
“Ye want it so bad!? THERE! Now get me outta’ here!”
Easier said than done–the Spicys have the exit alleyway blocked now, and Rezalith’s still busy melting the Snipers above! The reinforcements don’t seem keen on talking, either…
What do?
>Steal a vehicle!
>Have Rezzie make you an escape route!
>Introduce these City Slickers to NATURE! FRUUM CALL!
>Have Volka smash a way through!
>Try to find a way back to the rooftops!
>Write-In!
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A weary sigh leaves your lips as you stare down at the prone Paladin, his blue eyes staring up at you like you were his last lifeline.
You’re not a fan of Jhairo… not really. Sure, he’s a lot more agreeable when he isn’t melting your ears with his constant shouting and ‘Ye Olden Yore’ language, but you doubt he’d be as civil if he connected the dots about your little field trip to the crime scene or your demonic pals!
And yet… he’s been really friendly tonight. To you, to your pals–the jury’s still out on TT– and to Volka, the girl still watching things unfold with concern in her eyes.
A part of you almost enjoys seeing this knight in shining armor knocked off his proverbial ‘steed’... but another part can see the quiet pain behind his expression… and the plea beneath his blue eyes.
You aren’t sure if it’s anything big, you begin in a measured tone, making sure to keep your voice down amidst the sea of tavern patrons, but while you were foraging with Morook around Crossroads you, well… found this.
OW!
Despite TT mounting a bold assault of nips and a few sensual licks on your hand, you manage to fish some of the BURNT PARCHMENT you pilfered from the Ritual Site you arrived in out of your pocket! You’re no expert on the subject, you add as you hand the document over to Jhairo for perusal, but some other documents mentioned a CULT OF THE BURROWER? And a… LORD LARIUS?
For a moment you can almost swear the tavern goes silent as the name leaves your lips. Before you can ponder it at length, however, you feel a massive claw grab you by the collar!
“This…” Jhairo stammers, “This is… wh-where did you find this!?”
Seeing Volka’s mouth open to answer, you swiftly respond with a half-truth: there were some ruins, you mutter! A few days to the South!
“WHICH RUINS!?” He hisses through clenched teeth as he pulls you closer to his face!
You almost let it slip, but remember Liz and Rezzie! If he runs into either of them…!
Th-they were… near the road, you gasp! O-on the way to RYTZO!
Rising to his feet with you in tow, Jhairo’s gentle eyes dilate like a shark’s as his clenched teeth begin to tremble! Morook and Volka shoot each other worried glances as the activity in the bar skids to a screeching halt!
All eyes are on you now, even Inngo’s–the gruff innkeeper two seconds away from leaping the bar from the look in his gaze!
“This…” Growls Jhairo, the Templar lifting you even higher, “This is…”
"SoOoo hIiiiighhh... heheh~"
NOT NOW, TT!
>CONTD.
You’re not a fan of Jhairo… not really. Sure, he’s a lot more agreeable when he isn’t melting your ears with his constant shouting and ‘Ye Olden Yore’ language, but you doubt he’d be as civil if he connected the dots about your little field trip to the crime scene or your demonic pals!
And yet… he’s been really friendly tonight. To you, to your pals–the jury’s still out on TT– and to Volka, the girl still watching things unfold with concern in her eyes.
A part of you almost enjoys seeing this knight in shining armor knocked off his proverbial ‘steed’... but another part can see the quiet pain behind his expression… and the plea beneath his blue eyes.
You aren’t sure if it’s anything big, you begin in a measured tone, making sure to keep your voice down amidst the sea of tavern patrons, but while you were foraging with Morook around Crossroads you, well… found this.
OW!
Despite TT mounting a bold assault of nips and a few sensual licks on your hand, you manage to fish some of the BURNT PARCHMENT you pilfered from the Ritual Site you arrived in out of your pocket! You’re no expert on the subject, you add as you hand the document over to Jhairo for perusal, but some other documents mentioned a CULT OF THE BURROWER? And a… LORD LARIUS?
For a moment you can almost swear the tavern goes silent as the name leaves your lips. Before you can ponder it at length, however, you feel a massive claw grab you by the collar!
“This…” Jhairo stammers, “This is… wh-where did you find this!?”
Seeing Volka’s mouth open to answer, you swiftly respond with a half-truth: there were some ruins, you mutter! A few days to the South!
“WHICH RUINS!?” He hisses through clenched teeth as he pulls you closer to his face!
You almost let it slip, but remember Liz and Rezzie! If he runs into either of them…!
Th-they were… near the road, you gasp! O-on the way to RYTZO!
Rising to his feet with you in tow, Jhairo’s gentle eyes dilate like a shark’s as his clenched teeth begin to tremble! Morook and Volka shoot each other worried glances as the activity in the bar skids to a screeching halt!
All eyes are on you now, even Inngo’s–the gruff innkeeper two seconds away from leaping the bar from the look in his gaze!
“This…” Growls Jhairo, the Templar lifting you even higher, “This is…”
"SoOoo hIiiiighhh... heheh~"
NOT NOW, TT!
>CONTD.