Unseelie
(Verified True Fae)
- Location
- Tír fo Thuinn
A Conjuror's journey
Barnes
Laughing on the outside, laughing on the inside
- Location
- Definetly not my parent's basement
I think this has to be my favorite part of the interlude. Louise accidentally'd Velocity, and Bakuda is getting the blame. Glorious.
Oh, Skitter, so nosy.
Barnes
Laughing on the outside, laughing on the inside
- Location
- Definetly not my parent's basement
Assault came up with his name specifically to play off of Battery's name, much to Battery's vexation.
Unseelie
(Verified True Fae)
- Location
- Tír fo Thuinn
Oh, I thought they were talking about Louise's name.
SoixanteZio
Dead man walking
- Location
- anywhere
Hey this is all working out in the end!
- Location
- St. Petersburg
I laughed.
Yeah, sure, send Hinata in here. At this point I am interested in how they will screw up this world.
Knight Meets Rook
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
Tempting though it may be to add the elderly man to your forces, the resulting zombie is sure to be less accurate and you doubt he has enough ammunition for his rifle to make it worthwhile. Still, the man is a decent shot and his aid ensures that you won't be forced to halt the attack to search for replacement bones for those the crustaceans break.
Though the chitinous beasts seem to have some innate resistance to magicka, you manage to overpower it through the shear throughput of the sigil stone. Rising from the dead, each slain crab monster lends their strength to the dwindling number of skeletons and the last of the enemy dies. With twelve zombified crab mutants and three mostly intact skeletons, you assemble the remains of the shredded human corpses into six functional bodies. Since the old man seems satisfied with staring in mute fascination, you set your minions toward using nearby resources to reinforce themselves. Decaying linens are torn to scraps and used to lash together severed limbs, shattered timbers act as splints for otherwise useless bones, buildings are raided to replace rusted sheet metal blades and pipes with actual knives.
Not willing to wait for the man to do something stupid, you call two crabs to protect you and send your Golden Saint to make contact. As the daedroth saunters into view, the man eyes her suspiciously and shouts, "Put away your weapons and come in piece or go blown to pieces!"
Forcing the Saint to obey, you observe as she sheathes her sword and the man cautiously steps over some rubble and laughs, "When I heard the ruckus, I dunno what I 'spected to find... maybe some crazy fool tickin' off the lurks or those minutemen fellas comin' to beg me and Reba for help again, not whatever the hell that was."
Despite her efforts to resist, she gives a strained smiles and bows. "My apologies for startling you, I thank you for your assistance."
"Not a problem little lady, it's all part of the job. Anyways, I believe introductions are in order. Barney Rook, Commander of the Salem Volunteer Militia, at yer service. I'm also the quartermaster, sergeant at arms, and scribe for all official meetings." Hefting his rifle up onto his shoulder for emphasis, he continues, "This here is Reba, she's the best darned shot around."
When you try to get her to introduce herself, she struggles even harder and bites her own tongue off to keep silent. Distantly noting the man's alarm, you force her to cast a healing spell and once more order her to politely address the man. "A p-pleasure to meet you." She says with blood dripping from her mouth. Waving off the man's concern, you make her continue, "My m-m-mas-master sent us to investigate the museum."
"Now, I'll admit I don't know much about you yellow folk other than old stories of how the evil China-men helped blow up the world, but I don't think bleeding from the mouth and glowing is a good sign." Barney points out reasonably. "Look, it's obvious you need help. Just follow me back to the bunker, Reba would never let me live it down if I didn't offer you a place to rest."
Not wanting to push her too far too quickly, you choose not to have her speak and simply order her to follow him. The two travel down the street and past a couple of ruined buildings to find a house on the end of the small peninsula. The place is boarded up and situated on the top of a hill, a set of stone steps leading up to the barricaded door. On the right side of the house is a chain fence that Barney opens to allow them in through a hole in the wall. Soon the duo make their way into the cellar and the old man gestures for her to lay down on the couch in the center of the room.
Leaving her be, he walks into another room and calls out, "Don't you fret, we of the Salem Volunteer Militia know a thing or two about first aid, a stimpak and some pork'n beans, you'll be right as rain... maybe some radaway for the glowing..."
Status: Healthy.
Magicka: (50/650) *limitless if stationary
Choose:
[] Make her obey the man and wait to see what he does.
[] Ignore him and use his distraction to poke about the bunker, perhaps he owns something worth taking.
[] Leave them be and focus on using the zombies, skeletons, and crabs to search the museum.
[] Write in.
Though the chitinous beasts seem to have some innate resistance to magicka, you manage to overpower it through the shear throughput of the sigil stone. Rising from the dead, each slain crab monster lends their strength to the dwindling number of skeletons and the last of the enemy dies. With twelve zombified crab mutants and three mostly intact skeletons, you assemble the remains of the shredded human corpses into six functional bodies. Since the old man seems satisfied with staring in mute fascination, you set your minions toward using nearby resources to reinforce themselves. Decaying linens are torn to scraps and used to lash together severed limbs, shattered timbers act as splints for otherwise useless bones, buildings are raided to replace rusted sheet metal blades and pipes with actual knives.
Not willing to wait for the man to do something stupid, you call two crabs to protect you and send your Golden Saint to make contact. As the daedroth saunters into view, the man eyes her suspiciously and shouts, "Put away your weapons and come in piece or go blown to pieces!"
Forcing the Saint to obey, you observe as she sheathes her sword and the man cautiously steps over some rubble and laughs, "When I heard the ruckus, I dunno what I 'spected to find... maybe some crazy fool tickin' off the lurks or those minutemen fellas comin' to beg me and Reba for help again, not whatever the hell that was."
Despite her efforts to resist, she gives a strained smiles and bows. "My apologies for startling you, I thank you for your assistance."
"Not a problem little lady, it's all part of the job. Anyways, I believe introductions are in order. Barney Rook, Commander of the Salem Volunteer Militia, at yer service. I'm also the quartermaster, sergeant at arms, and scribe for all official meetings." Hefting his rifle up onto his shoulder for emphasis, he continues, "This here is Reba, she's the best darned shot around."
When you try to get her to introduce herself, she struggles even harder and bites her own tongue off to keep silent. Distantly noting the man's alarm, you force her to cast a healing spell and once more order her to politely address the man. "A p-pleasure to meet you." She says with blood dripping from her mouth. Waving off the man's concern, you make her continue, "My m-m-mas-master sent us to investigate the museum."
"Now, I'll admit I don't know much about you yellow folk other than old stories of how the evil China-men helped blow up the world, but I don't think bleeding from the mouth and glowing is a good sign." Barney points out reasonably. "Look, it's obvious you need help. Just follow me back to the bunker, Reba would never let me live it down if I didn't offer you a place to rest."
Not wanting to push her too far too quickly, you choose not to have her speak and simply order her to follow him. The two travel down the street and past a couple of ruined buildings to find a house on the end of the small peninsula. The place is boarded up and situated on the top of a hill, a set of stone steps leading up to the barricaded door. On the right side of the house is a chain fence that Barney opens to allow them in through a hole in the wall. Soon the duo make their way into the cellar and the old man gestures for her to lay down on the couch in the center of the room.
Leaving her be, he walks into another room and calls out, "Don't you fret, we of the Salem Volunteer Militia know a thing or two about first aid, a stimpak and some pork'n beans, you'll be right as rain... maybe some radaway for the glowing..."
Status: Healthy.
Magicka: (50/650) *limitless if stationary
Choose:
[] Make her obey the man and wait to see what he does.
[] Ignore him and use his distraction to poke about the bunker, perhaps he owns something worth taking.
[] Leave them be and focus on using the zombies, skeletons, and crabs to search the museum.
[] Go direct the search in person.
[] Stay hidden.
[] Stay hidden.
[] Write in.
SoixanteZio
Dead man walking
- Location
- anywhere
So I skipped a bit to catch up. What happened to Louise's familiar?
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
It's inactive because she isn't in the same realm as it. Right now the only thing keeping it from decomposing is the regeneration enchantment that was put on it's bones.
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
Close, but not quite. Deadra are essentially immortal spirits that create temporary bodies out of magicka, you can kill the same one over and over because of this.
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A Traumatic Breakdown
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
"Yellow people aren't allergic to normal, American people food, are they?" Barney asked from the other room as the sound of clanking metal echoed through the bunker.
With an effort of will on your part, the daedroth sits down and politely answers, "Not that I am aware of."
The man grunts and you hear a few clicks followed by a sizzling noise. While you wait, the Saint repeatedly struggles to reach for her sword. It doesn't work, but it is irritating that she keeps trying... She's immortal, would it be so hard to just accept her position in life for however long you keep her around? The old man returns on her twelfth attempt, a bowl of beans in one hand and a what appeared to be a pressurized tank crossed with a syringe.
"Alright, just hold still and say 'ahh'." He said, aligning the needle to her mouth, which she opens. As the 'stimpak' injects it's load into her slowly bleeding tongue, she bites down and reaches for her blade again, either to kill the man or herself. Barney doesn't notice her failed attempt, too busy cursing. After a moment to regain his bearing, he scowls. "Now why'd you do a foolish thing like that?"
Reaching up to remove the broken bit of needle from her mouth, the Golden Saint merely glares in response. Sighing, the man walks over to a shelf and picks up a bag of reddish-brown liquid with the 'Radaway' scrawled across the front. "Ah well, it should be good to heal on it's own now. Look, just eat and try not to make this any harder than it needs to be... you're gonna want something in your gut before this stuff kills your appetite... I hope you can take off that armor quick, nothin's worse than having the runs in tight clothes."
Once more restraining the daedra, half tempted to just let her finish drawing her blade just to make her put it away out of spite, you pay close attention as Barney suspends the bag from what appears to be a clothes line. Between mouthfuls of unwanted food, your minion watches warily as he connects a small tube between the bag of radaway and her arm, using the small needle at the end to prick the skin of her arm.
Less than a second later, all three of you watch in horrified fascination as her flesh simply dissolves. The man frantically cuts the connecting tube, but it's too late, her entire arm from the elbow down is rapidly losing cohesion and liquid meat splatters on the floor. Your view of the scene fades as the damage passes her shoulder and up into her neck, the last you see is a blood soaked Barney Rook desperately trying to save the Saint's life as she smiles victoriously.
Returning to your body, you watch the sun begin to fall behind the distant hills and debate internally on what to do. Sure, the old man might potentially be useful, but it's going to be dark soon and you just want to get this trip over with. You would simply propose for X-com to establish a secondary base on the Peninsula, but they are still setting up the primary one and Salem doesn't seem to have much use other than potentially housing a magical artifact. If nothing else, letting the crabs take over could prove to be a useful source of decently powerful zombies.
Status: Healthy.
Magicka: (50/650) *limitless if stationary
Choose:
[] Go to the bunker in person.
[] This day has been one headache after another. Take your undead minions back to base, the museum can wait for now.
[] Leave him be and focus on using the zombies, skeletons, and crabs to search the museum.
[] Write in.
With an effort of will on your part, the daedroth sits down and politely answers, "Not that I am aware of."
The man grunts and you hear a few clicks followed by a sizzling noise. While you wait, the Saint repeatedly struggles to reach for her sword. It doesn't work, but it is irritating that she keeps trying... She's immortal, would it be so hard to just accept her position in life for however long you keep her around? The old man returns on her twelfth attempt, a bowl of beans in one hand and a what appeared to be a pressurized tank crossed with a syringe.
"Alright, just hold still and say 'ahh'." He said, aligning the needle to her mouth, which she opens. As the 'stimpak' injects it's load into her slowly bleeding tongue, she bites down and reaches for her blade again, either to kill the man or herself. Barney doesn't notice her failed attempt, too busy cursing. After a moment to regain his bearing, he scowls. "Now why'd you do a foolish thing like that?"
Reaching up to remove the broken bit of needle from her mouth, the Golden Saint merely glares in response. Sighing, the man walks over to a shelf and picks up a bag of reddish-brown liquid with the 'Radaway' scrawled across the front. "Ah well, it should be good to heal on it's own now. Look, just eat and try not to make this any harder than it needs to be... you're gonna want something in your gut before this stuff kills your appetite... I hope you can take off that armor quick, nothin's worse than having the runs in tight clothes."
Once more restraining the daedra, half tempted to just let her finish drawing her blade just to make her put it away out of spite, you pay close attention as Barney suspends the bag from what appears to be a clothes line. Between mouthfuls of unwanted food, your minion watches warily as he connects a small tube between the bag of radaway and her arm, using the small needle at the end to prick the skin of her arm.
Less than a second later, all three of you watch in horrified fascination as her flesh simply dissolves. The man frantically cuts the connecting tube, but it's too late, her entire arm from the elbow down is rapidly losing cohesion and liquid meat splatters on the floor. Your view of the scene fades as the damage passes her shoulder and up into her neck, the last you see is a blood soaked Barney Rook desperately trying to save the Saint's life as she smiles victoriously.
Returning to your body, you watch the sun begin to fall behind the distant hills and debate internally on what to do. Sure, the old man might potentially be useful, but it's going to be dark soon and you just want to get this trip over with. You would simply propose for X-com to establish a secondary base on the Peninsula, but they are still setting up the primary one and Salem doesn't seem to have much use other than potentially housing a magical artifact. If nothing else, letting the crabs take over could prove to be a useful source of decently powerful zombies.
Status: Healthy.
Magicka: (50/650) *limitless if stationary
Choose:
[] Go to the bunker in person.
[] Put him out of his misery and loot the place.
[] Write in.
[] Write in.
[] This day has been one headache after another. Take your undead minions back to base, the museum can wait for now.
[] Leave him be and focus on using the zombies, skeletons, and crabs to search the museum.
[] Go direct the search in person.
[] Stay hidden.
[] Stay hidden.
[] Write in.
Vicjer
The One Who Knows Less Than Nothing
- Location
- The Space Between Spaces
[X] Wow. You really lucked out sending your Saint with him instead of meeting the old man in person. He's Dangerous! He managed to take your Golden Saint's complete measure and discover her weakness, then he managed to poison her with it all while he had you completely fooled. Truly, he is the most deadly assassin you have ever even heard of, let alone met.
-[X] Given just how close you came to being Murdered The Fuck To Death by a man almost as dangerous (though admittedly not nearly as Evil) as That Manticore, you're just going to take your new minions back to base, then you're going to down a bottle of the strongest drink they have and pass the fuck out (hopefully in your bed, but you're not feeling all too picky right now).
... Welp. That was a close one. Luckily we dodged that particular knife in our back.
-[X] Given just how close you came to being Murdered The Fuck To Death by a man almost as dangerous (though admittedly not nearly as Evil) as That Manticore, you're just going to take your new minions back to base, then you're going to down a bottle of the strongest drink they have and pass the fuck out (hopefully in your bed, but you're not feeling all too picky right now).
... Welp. That was a close one. Luckily we dodged that particular knife in our back.
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Crisis, fight, crisis, fight, fucking up, crisis.
The constant high rythm of this quest is incredibly off putting. I had dropped it months earlier when I reached the point voters tried diplomacy on Dark Souls' monsters and I'm, finally, up to date. You know what the characters need? A goddamn break.
The constant high rythm of this quest is incredibly off putting. I had dropped it months earlier when I reached the point voters tried diplomacy on Dark Souls' monsters and I'm, finally, up to date. You know what the characters need? A goddamn break.