After what felt like the hundredth time you rubbed your hands up and down a white wall, you finally found what you were looking for. Olly came over to your right side while you started pushing in the jutting brick you found. You heard a click and felt something give way. With another small push, the fake wall revealed a flight of stairs leading downwards. You and Olly look at each other and nod in set determination.
With a deep breath, you begin to descend the steps. You're in front so that, if one of the cultists comes up, they'll be less suspicious of you. You're the one with a child registered in their documents. If they find Olly, they would know that something is up immediately.
The walls here are made of an older material than the school itself. Instead of cold metal, its warm, greenish stone covered in lichens that have grown from the cracks. The place is narrow, so the only way you and Olly can go down is in single file. The humidity here is high causing sweat to roll down the back of your neck. The musky air isn't helping a bit, but at least they have actual electric lights set up in the ceiling. Must be connected to the school's powerline. You'd hate to be the guy who has to figure out where that extra power cost is coming from all the time.
It doesn't take you long to get to the bottom and the moment you do….
Team Craft: 90 (Howard) + 100 (Olly) + 20 (Creature of Darkness) + 30 (Real Information) – 84 (???) – 10 (Slightly Alerted) + 88 (Ana Support) = 234
Cultist 2: 68 (Cultist) – 40 (Surprised) + 25 (Three Cultist) – 15 (Stealth) + 30 (Fanatic) + 90 (Gifts from Patron) + 35 (Armed) = 193
You and Olly instantly duck into cover behind a pew. You look at your comrade and place a finger on your lips. When she nods back, you slowly raise your head and peak over the top of the wooden seat.
As the plans said, this is obviously their primary base of operations. Though it does look slightly different than you were expecting. Instead of a giant, church-like area, it's more of a modern military affair. Two large, green boxes with four laptops on each sit in the middle of a white cloth that's been laid out on the floor. Two cultists with inlaid robes sit at two of the laptops tapping away at them. You try and watch their fingers, but they move too fast, almost blurring in your vision. To not get a headache you turn your attention to the area around them. You almost wish you didn't.
The pew you're behind is one of five, all of which are facing towards the center of the room. Which, now that you look at it, has five supporting pillars in front of each. After some observation you see they all correspond to the five fingers on a hand. And right in the middle, leading away from the center of it is a dried, dark red substance. You don't want to guess what it is. The entire place is lit up by this strange white light that comes from nowhere you can currently see. Kind of makes your eyes water a bit. That same feeling in the back of your head comes back, once again being blocked out from the deeper recesses of your mind. You're still not sure what the hell's going on whenever that happens. Though that's mainly cause you've never really thought about it.
Shaking your head to get back on track, you crouch down behind the pew and whisper to Olly, "Ok, let's move as swiftly as we can, and—Olly watch out!"
You get ready to pounce on the cultist just as he turns the corner and sees you two crouching…when Olly's leg shoots out. It collides with his stomach, doubling him over and letting you grab the collar of his robe. You yank him down just as the two typing cultist look your way. One of them calls over to your area, "Dockery. What are you doing?" The voice is female, but you hear something else hiding behind it. Much like when Ana talks.
You curse under your breath and look towards Olly for he—what the heck?
"Olly! What in the world are you doing?" you alarmedly whisper to the lamia who is currently making goo-goo eyes at Dockery. She ignores you, instead focusing her attention on the robed man who just nods along with a dopey grin on his face. You get the sudden urge to separate them only because she's too close to a killer cultist. No other reason!
Thankfully, you restrain yourself from tackling Dockery until Olly is done with him. The second voice, also female but just as disturbing, calls over, "Dockery. Reveal yourself. We cannot afford to lose even one of us now. He needs to rise and soon."
Olly lets the man stand up and walk towards the center of the room. He speacks in a clear voice, "It's nothing. I tripped on a loose stone."
Olly waves for you to follow her as she starts crouch-walking around the room. She almost slithers from pew to pew, so snakelike in her movements. You try not to stare while doing your best to catch up to her despite your lack of skill.
Soon enough you were both in the next stairwell, this one big enough for more than two people to fit in, without anyone seeing you. Olly sighs with relief, "Thanks for warning me, Howard. I don't think I would've…what?"
You turn away with your arms crossed, "It's nothing. Nothing at all." You start fast walking down the steps a bit, leaving a puzzled Olly behind you.
You're not jealous, you're not.
She did that to make sure you were able to make it this far.
You should be happy about that, cause that's what it was.
But…no matter what you do there's still this tiny, tiny pit in your stomach that keeps bringing up that image. You shake your head and wait for Olly. At the sight of her distressed face, all your frustrations vanish. Instead, you place a hand behind your neck in embarassment, "S-sorry. Anyway, so what now? Think the Harrowmonts are finished up there?"
Team Harrowmont: 74 (Volk, Barb, Mae) + 15 (Werewolf Bodies) + 13 (Chester) + 10 (Young Werewolf Body) + 20 (Eldritch Hatred) + 30 (???) + 20 (Training) + 10 (Unknown Presence) + 25 (Knowledge of Building) = 217
Cultist 1 (Fighting Harrowmonts): 61 (Cultist) – 40 (Surprised) + 45 (Gifts from Patron) + 30 (Fanatic) – 25 (No Silver) = 71
"I don't doubt it," Olly faces towards the stairs leading deeper into the lower levels. She grimaces, "You said that…that the third floor was a prison…right?"
You gulp involuntarily, nodding your head, "That's what the floor plan said, yeah."
The both of you stand on the middle stair with lumps in your throats. You don't know what you'll find down there, but it probably won't be pretty. Should you wait for the Harrowmonts before proceeding?
[] Yeah…yeah, let's wait for them. We'll need all the help we can get.
[] No. Every second we waste here is another second whatever's below us is waking up. We need to face this…even if we don't want to.
[] Write in…
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