> Character Sheet: https://pastebin.com/p1cWKXMd> Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Arcanum%20ExtranimusManipulation, you think, is a holistic way to pass the time. You can’t imagine that any other doctrine is like this; to evoke and conjure within the real is one experience, but to surround yourself with the Pale is an entirely different one. When you channel power, you surround yourself with emptiness. You are alone in an experience, in a void alone in a room alone. With your Second Sight open, you see nothing but the ebb and flow of chaotic energy that keeps the very world alive, stretching infinitely onward to the horizon. You become hemmed in in the blurry environment around you, until your hearing adjusts such that the sound of your own breathing and your own heartbeat are loud to the exclusion of all other sensations.In times of irreconcilable emotional distress, some turn to drink; some become violent, and others withdrawn. This—this emptiness—is how you forget.It’s no longer time to forget. Energy settling around you as you complete this afternoon’s practice session, you rise from your seat. It’s time to say goodbye – at least, in the only real way that the Arcanum seems willing to make available to you.> Change into something a little nicer and head out.> Go as you are. It’s not a proper funeral service; you won’t be there long enough for your attire to matter.
>>1572773> Go as you are. It’s not a proper funeral service; you won’t be there long enough for your attire to matter.Mabye grab something along the way that would make for a good sentimental sacrifice.
>>1572773>> Change into something a little nicer and head out.
>>1572773> Change into something a little nicer and head out.
I love that this is back.
>>1572813>>1572803>>1572791Within the shelves of Ophelia’s wardrobe, a black tunic set with gilded effects is found. In some way, you will bid goodbye to her as a revision of yourself – an imperious-looking young Roshari noble – that’s been made somehow better than you once were courtesy of the revelations you’ve had and the things she helped you to see. Facing yourself in the mirror and looking a bit more familiar than you have this week, you tie back your hair in a voluminous, uplifting ponytail.There’ll be a book for those who visit to record their name, as well as leave personal messages for the departed and their family; the display will also serve as a location where gifts and items of importance or sentimental value can be left, which the Arcanum will deliver to their family as well.> Head right over.> Pick up some flowers on the way.> Return Ophelia’s sword.> Other. (Write-in.)
>>1572917>> Head right over.Like hell we're giving up the sword.That's a MacGuffin if ever I saw one.
>>1572917>>> Head right over.
>>1572908Same>>1572917> Return Ophelia’s sword.If it is a macguffin, best to spread out our investments so if a deppression happens we dont lose everythingI want to bury the sword near the grave
>>1572940>>1572917If not the sword. At least>Pick up some flowers on the way.
>>1572917>> Pick up some flowers on the way.write a message that maybe suggests she was murdered. Don't sign it.
>>1572968We can still be identified by our handwriting, we should write it with our other hand if anything.But yes I find that a particularly spicy idea
>>1572968>>1572974I'm less than sold on it. I don't like taking that risk.Maybe something along the lines 'I promise.' Would be nice.
>>1572991I can compromise on that.
>>1572991That's probably worse as it doesn't have the chance of a third party investigate, and tips off our enemies to our intentions.
>>1573016How? They don't know what the promise is.
>>1573050Uh. If they ever track the letter to us specifically somehow then they will have large suspicion as to what the promise was, and the people involved in the murder will know for sure that we are coming after them.Note: ifProbably never going to happen, but hey shadowrunning is fun
>>1573057Its important we write it with our other hand in any case, as it adds another good measure of security against determined investigators of any purpose and creed.
>>1572917I'll just vote> Head right over.then.
>>1573076Daawww not even flowers?Meanie
>>1573050context.flowers at the funeral with a message saying "I promise". What kind of statement does that send? And does that statement have the same meaning to different groups?
>>1573086I mean I guess flowers wouldn't be amiss.>>1573087I guess. Risk outweighs sentimentality, so I just won't agree to a note.
Once the sun goes down, the Arcanum green is illuminated by soft lantern-light. It’s quiet out here, as it usually is in the late evenings and nights, even at the end of a week; all of those who busy themselves making their way from place to place on campus in the day disappear in the night, compartmentalizing themselves into facilities and residences to research or study, engage in their extracurriculars elsewhere, or merely socialize in these same sorts of places.You make your way up the Archive steps, walking with solemn purpose as you approach the ornate double-doors. Candles settled in torch sconces placed high upon support columns illuminate the inner foyer with cold fire. There aren’t terribly many people around at the moment – a few seem to be lingering or leaving, with others making their way down to the library or deeper into the hallways for whatever purpose. You approach the display, which looks like an altar draped in red cloth; there’s a framed portrait of her set to one side and a book and ink-pen in the middle. Set about are various university accolades and a brief description of her achievements at the Arcanum, decorated with short and insightful extracts from some of her writings. White lilies, roses, and rose petals are all laid about as if each one’s been set by a different hand.You turn to an empty page of the book, passing by a handful of rather nondescript sentimental messages left by post-grads, no-names, and faculty; among the latter, you note, is Varator himself, who seems to celebrate her in a similar manner to what he told you. You’re not really sure what to say, though. You feel like anything you do represents some sort of risk, and you’re in a situation in which sentiment and respect and tradition can’t possibly come at the price of threatening yourself – can they? You stand, stock-still for a few moments, glossing over the whole of the thing before you with your eyes as if utter disbelief at what all’s happened has finally caught up with you.You hold back tears again as your fingers slide from an empty parchment page. You wish there was anything you could have done. You wish she’d have had a choice about what kind of life she lived; all she had was an aspiration, and she died for it.Bye, Ophi.“Millie.” You hear a familiar voice, and turn to see Kye approaching you from some corner of the place. “Figured you’d be here eventually.”“You were waiting?”He nods, then looks to the display while speaking to you.“You haven’t been yourself. I’m just – worried.” Kye says, before a short pause and a sigh. “Had a lot on your mind, huh?”> “Yeah – this has all just been really unfortunate, you know?”> “Yeah – she didn’t deserve this, you know?”> “It doesn’t matter now. I’ll be fine.”> Other. (Write-in.)
>>1573190> “Why her, do you think?"I want to get a read on his feelings.
>>1573239(I also think the fact that we answered his question with another question might throw him a bit off guard.)
I wonder how do planes work in this setting?
>>1573239>>1573269“Yeah—it’s just.” You shake your head, gritting your teeth as you look to the altar. “Why her, do you think?”“I couldn’t say.” Kye says, shaking his head. He looks around a bit as if to ascertain the presence of any eavesdroppers before continuing. “Maybe someone was jealous. That’s how it always is. If it’s really—I mean, you know—like you said? It’s the kind of thing that never happens to a bad Sorcerer. Always the ones who’ve accomplished a lot, or the ones who are wise beyond their years. The ones you always hear about. You never make it that far without making enemies.”You meet his gaze with a solemn nod.“If you wanted to talk – or maybe go somewhere?” He asks.> “That’d be nice.”> “I’ve got some other things to do.”> Other. (Write-in.)
>>1573526>> “That’d be nice.”
>>1573526Why do I feel like he's probing?>Go with him.But be on guard.
>>1573727probably because we never said she was murdered. That was inferred by that one girl. Even then we never confirmed it.
>>1573526>> “That’d be nice.”Get ready to pale bolt his ass.
>>1573584>>1573727>>1573812“I guess. That’d be nice.” You say, taking another look at the altar before turning to face Kye once more. “Did you have somewhere in mind?”“Not really?” He says, meandering toward the door. “It’s kind of late, I guess – we could walk and talk – or go to my place, or yours. I’m just trying to—““Trying to what?” You follow cautiously, a distance back.“—figure out what’s going on with you, Millie.” He turns toward you, walking backwards through the archway and towards the door of the Archives. The two of you pass into the entryway, bare save for a couple of benches beside the inner archway columns. “Everything was looking amazing – and then this happens, and all of a sudden you’re on about all these crazy hard classes and studying and extra credit. It’s barely been a couple of days and I feel like you’ve done a total 180 on me.”“So I’m trying to straighten up a bit.” You return an incredulous look. “And?”“And I like you! There’s a pretty fair chance I don’t see you ever again after this year’s over! I wanted to make it count.” He folds his arms and sighs, head downturned. “I’m sorry, Millie. I just thought you might feel the same way.”Behind him, the door opens to the night all-too-quietly. You can see a familiar shape, cast in shadow, verdant green where torchlight flicks across it. Dim yellow orbs bloom in the empty space as a sinister gaze that’s fixated on you; Kye appears momentarily caught up in his own thoughts and doesn’t seem to notice a thing.> Warn Kye.> Run wordlessly into the Archives.> Use a Sorcery. (Write-in.)> Other. (Write-in.)
>>1573905>turn on second sight and ready an absorbtion field'Get out of here Kye' with a very serious toneAnd back up. Like alot.
>>1573905"It's about time you said something. Though I think we should hammer out the details a bit later.">> Warn Kye.>>turn on second sight and ready an absorbtion field
>>1573959>>1573990You breathe a sigh through grit teeth.“Kye? Get out of here.” You say, letting one eye flutter closed as it’s taken by Second Sight. Then, you see it more clearly – a blurry mass of some vitalizing arcane force, roughly wound into a vaguely humanoid shape.“Yeah.” He says, after a pause. “I’ll go.”“Not like that—I mean, we’ll work out the details later! Right now, though, you need to move!”The shambler takes a step forward – and then Kye looks over his shoulder. “Oh. Huh. Friend of yours?”When it lunges, he hits the ground on hands and knees and scrambles past you into the Archive foyer – while a pair of coiled, thorny growths whip wide through the space he’d just occupied on their way to you. It draws closer with a hissing gurgle while its limbs flail; with power gathered for an Absorption Field, you…> Duck, and see if your Field can affect the creature’s vitalizing force.> Hold your ground, and try to depower the growths coming toward you.> Move back, release your gathered power, and prepare a Pale Bolt.> [Inspiration / Once per Combat] Go with your gut.
>>1574073>Concentrate the power of the field on our hand, duck and attempt to run the creature through, Discharging the pale energy inside of it.(Provided our hand manages to pierce it, anyways)
>>1574140I do like this idea, but I'm not sure if it'll have enough of an effect.
>>1574140Actually, discharging would be a bad idea, more like spreading the absorbtion field outwards.
>>1574145If we hit it deep enough or in a vital area, its finished. But mabye im overestimating the field.
>>1574152No, I got the idea, but yeah, it's that last bit I'm worried about. I'm under the impression that the field is like, baseball sized or so.
>>1574158Perhaps we can transform the properies of the field and have it behave like a pale bolt then? We would need to remove our hand during the process to safegaurd it, but it might be doable.
>>1574073Wait what the fuck kind of anime world am I in, we have a dagger, lets apply the field to the dagger blade, duck through the thorns and try to fuck it up with that.
>>1574073>> [Inspiration / Once per Combat] Go with your gut.I'll take the bait. Lets see what this does.
>>1574073>> [Inspiration / Once per Combat] Go with your gut.Yeah, why not.
>>1574073> [Inspiration / Once per Combat] Go with your gut.I certainly don't expect more combat tonight.
>>1574280>>1574294>>1574382van Orley would most likely have suggested meeting the threat head on and letting your instinct intuit a solution that your conscious mind cannot. You think so, anyway. Right now, you don’t think you remember the fine details of the essay, so you’re not sure whether or not it’s those or something else that’s causing you to step forward toward the creature rather than attempt to dodge away. Your power, and your talent for manipulation flares; thus, you welcome a Pale void, reality itself blurring around you as swinging vines cross to meet your neck.The creature seems rather confused when they pass right through, refracting eerily in the empty space, forming an X in front of you and swinging further as if it’s trying to embrace itself.Your momentum is carrying you closer, but your footwork is unsure of itself, not used to this sort of encounter. You’re low before the creature as it swings over your head – “hhohhhff-eeeeellllll-yhaaaaa.” – and you hear it gurgle as it stomps and flails about.> Release an Absorption Field and determine its effect.> Attack with Pale Bolt – point blank, directly beneath.> Dodge between its legs and continue running.> Other. (Write-in.)
>“hhohhhff-eeeeellllll-yhaaaaa.”It thinks we're Ophelia? Because of the clothes? Maybe it's tracking the protection sigil on the collar?>>1574567> Dodge between its legs and continue running.We're just a few days into our sorcery. I think finding a faculty member would be a better idea. Keeping the Pale around us while doing so, of course
>>1574567> Attack with Pale Bolt – point blank, directly beneath.
>>1574567> Release an Absorption Field and determine its effect.Simply because I don't think we'll get a better opportunity for the moment.
>>1574585Might be tracking the choker we're wearing.
>>1574804Ohh, I completely forgot about that. Regardless the reason, things springs to mind:Whoever set the first one after Ophelia doesn't somehow know she's already dead. A likely scenario is that they made another shambler with same tracking ability as the first one since they knew we would be wearing some of Ophelia's stuff.Latter one is also a bit curious, and a gamble on the bad guy's part (if we were not to use Ophelia's stuff today).Not that their methodology matters at this moment.
>>1574818Things pretty clear that they're trying to erase the last witness.
...also, we need to come to a consensus.
>>1574830This quest has more players, though I imagine they're sleeping now or something. Seems to be one of those one-thread-played-over-a-week questsI mean it's slow
>>1574833Yeah sorry I was sleeping.>>1574567> Release an Absorption Field and determine its effect> Dodge between its legs and continue running
>>1574833It would certainly help if the QM set a time and date for when the quest runs rather than having to manually check every time, but eh.>Release an Absorption Field and determine its effectScrew running, for the time being. Screw secrecy and screw sinister plots brewing in the background. This is our chance for some catharsis, some payback, even just by eliminating another would-be assassin.Plus, who knows, we might actually grab the eye of someone willing to coach us/convince the Dean that we're worth gambling on if we make a good showing. Not that Amelia would have the time or presence of mind to think that....Wasn't Kye an Evoker, anyway?
>>1575717He really needs a Twitter or something.Aside from that, mostly agreed, but I'm worried that we'll be on their hit list even more after this. We're not eliminating the assassin, we're eliminating their flunky.I do want some payback, though.
>>1575717>not remembering that anything our assailants produce can explode on commandLook at this plebian and laugh.No but standing under the bastard is simply a bad idea, we should at least put some distance between us and the minion by going in the opposite direction.
>>1575723The whole theory about using the Pale is that we're not simply killing the thing, we're literally draining it to death, explosive aftermath and everything.
>>1575735>implying our spells ar powerful enough to stop the sheer concusive force of a similarly sized object expanding violently in close proximityDo you even safety?
>>1575743It's not going to explode if we drain its magic energy before it gets to that part. Think of it as pulling the fuse before it detonates the C4.
>>1575735Do you want to risk dying based only on a theory only you hold?>>1574567> Dodge between its legs and continue running.
>>1575749>implying that our spells are strong enough to drain the magical energy of a similarly sized entity within a reasonable combat based timeframeIn other news, a monster is above the main character, polling data shows that staying *under* it is actually strategically sounder than being *behind* it
>>1575754Seeing as how we already know the risk and we're just testing out the waters at the time being...yes.Then again, I usually put roleplay ahead of tactically sound considerations, so I'll be happy to let the majority decide.
>>1575754Also>implying we cant cast the spell if we chose to reposition or runMy lord
>>1575766Well I have no idea how he will handle these votes since they're all over the place anyway.
>>1575777OP could just make a second vote going into greater detail/final destination. Or just average everything out/compromise.
>>1575777I don't see the issue, there seems to be a relatively even split between >Dodge under and make like a treeand>Release Absorption Field, see how it likes dem applesOP just has to count highest votes.
>>1575797Oooooor do both.
When you pass between trunk-like legs, you finally have occasion to free the part of your mind that’s been concentrating on some Sorcerous power, letting it loose in the area you imagine; at once, the creature’s upper body is surrounded by a blurry, translucent force reminiscent of heat haze. It turns slowly to face you and stomps aside, though; the face of this thing conveys no particular emotion, and you’re not sure if it’s even capable of such a thing as it merely continues to act on its assigned directive. Why here—and why you, you wonder? You’re out of the open door, though, poised to keep moving as it pushes through the stationary field and onward, glowing eyes fixated on you alone.“Millie! Over your head!” You hear Kye’s voice echo from the archive foyer, and look up in time to see a rattling torch sconce break from the wall and tumble into your hand, flame burning bright within its trappings. You hold it at arm’s length, waving it as if it were a weapon, and the thing screeches and flails at the very sight. With your Second Sight, you can see Kye’s power take hold of and suffuse the flame, watching it rise up and engulf the shambler within a whirling stream of flame.The creature emerges – completely unharmed, again – faster than expected, thorned arm reaching your chest to bat you aside. It hurts, but the blow isn’t quite as heavy as you imagined, no doubt blunted by the clothes you’re wearing. You manage to stay on your feet, stumbling back toward the stairs.“Kye!” You shout, doing your best to keep a cool head. “Obviously not real fire!”“And I’m supposed to just know that? Geez—alright, we’ll get back to you with Plan B…”> Run somewhere – anywhere – and try to find help.> Meet its approach with a Pale Bolt.> Dodge back into the Archives and rendezvous with Kye.> Other. (Write-in.)
>>1575900> Dodge back into the Archives and rendezvous with Kye.Set up an ambush for when it follows
>>1575900Well that barely did anything. Thats what happens when you split your focus. Yay, we arent a mary sue!> Meet its approach with a Pale Bolt.Aim for any obvious sensory organs-i.e its eyes.
>>1575900> Dodge back into the Archives and rendezvous with Kye.Get a breather, plan.
>>1575914>>1575953Second Sight makes you supernaturally aware of the danger that this sort of creature presents, and you duck beneath a flurry of thrashing vines and swinging fists – club-like bundles of twisted branches and leaves – as you dive back through the open, ornate double-doors and into the Archives. So close to this thing, you’re almost eerily back in the headspace you were in when one showed up at your door in the last moments you were with Ophelia.At least you have experience.You almost panic when a hand emerges from the darkness and takes hold of you by the shoulder; Kye pulls you around a corner such that the creature can no longer see you, but you can still here it lumbering through the hallways. There’s only two or three bystanders about, and they end up either side-eyeing the creature on their way to the nearest exit or making an egress that rivals your level of distress.“I’m guessing you two aren’t getting along well.” Kye says, wearing a look of confusion and concern.“Not the time.” You say, breathing a sigh. “How are you on that Plan B?”“I don’t really want to make a ruckus! The library’s downstairs – and I am decidedly not the person to talk to about matters of subtlety.” He says, taking a quick peek around the corner to ascertain that the thing is still, in fact, stomping closer. “If you wanted to throw out, maybe, like, I dunno, a more low-key solution? I was just gonna say bail, let someone else sort this out…”> “No time for subtlety – just do whatever you’re going to do and we’ll figure it out later.”> “Then just move and let me take care of it!”> “Sounds good to me – let’s get going!”> Other. (Write-in.)
>>1576332>> “No time for subtlety – just do whatever you’re going to do and we’ll figure it out later.”But be preparing another attack.
>>1576332>> “No time for subtlety – just do whatever you’re going to do and we’ll figure it out later.”Yeah, why not.
>>1576332>"It's trying to KILL me, Kye!"> “No time for subtlety – just do whatever you’re going to do and we’ll figure it out later.”I mean really dude?
>>1576332> “No time for subtlety – just do whatever you’re going to do and we’ll figure it out later.”"As long as your willing to take the risk, otherwise, please let me pull and take the punches"
>>1576747>>1576516>>1576815“Kye, it’s trying to kill me!”“Wait, seriously?! Millie—what is going on?”“Forget it, figure it out later! Right now—just do whatever you’re going to do!”“Well, if it’s life or death, so be it. Get ready for some real Sage kind of action—just try not to mess this up cause I’m good for like, one of these max.” Kye says. You feel the air thicken a bit as he slowly spreads the fingers of a hand held up like a claw, face eerily illuminated by light from the chirping voltaic arc he draws between them; teeth grit, it’s been a good while since you’ve seen him concentrate on something seriously like this—though never anything exactly like this. “Get the bastard’s attention and get out of the way. You don’t want to be lined up with it when I throw this. Or within a few feet. An entirely different room would be optimal, actually, but we’re gonna have to make some compromises.”> Cross the hall to show yourself and get its attention.> A lucky Pale Bolt can slow it down like last time.> Throw something heavy—like an empty broken torch sconce—to try to stun it.> Other (Write-in.)
>>1576883> Cross the hall to show yourself and get its attention.> A lucky Pale Bolt can slow it down like last time.>Attempt to bolt it in the legMight leech enough into the Pale so the leg crumbles
>>1576883I have to sort of agree with >>1576921> Cross the hall to show yourself and get its attention.> A lucky Pale Bolt can slow it down like last time.>Attempt to bolt it in the legAlternately,> Cross the hall, fire a bolt at it at a joint, and get ready to haul ass.
>>1576921>>1576936You and Kye nod at one another in understanding—then, you leap into the hallway, foremost gathering your courage before you even begin to gather power. Not only are these things strong and rather durable, they’re covered in anaesthetized thorns which cut deep; you recall all this now, of course, because it’s much closer than you expected it to be when you cross the threshold into the light. You’re scrambling from one end of the hall to the other, and it stops and turns, readjusting its gaze on you, rearing back to throw its limbs wide.This is probably all the opportunity you’re going to get.It’s a rapidly-mobile and rather aggressive intersection into the Pale which propagates forward like a lance once it’s born from your very fingertips. Your aim isn’t the best, barely managing to strike the creature where one leg meets its body; the eldritch power seems to rather unceremoniously absorb itself into the creature’s swaying leaves – but with your Second Sight, you see the truth, watching as a hole torn within siphons away its vitalizing force from the point of impact, causing it to crumble to one gnarled knee.Kye steps out from around the corner and extends his arm, and a proper bolt of lightning – a brilliant arc of crackling energy, complete with a thunderclap that sends you stumbling backwards, tosses what of your hair isn’t tied back wildly around your head, and flings the Archive doors wide open – surges into the immobilized shambler’s body and flicks upward in a brilliant shower of sparks, cleaving it into two halves of burning compost that fall limply to either side. You see him stumble a bit before stopping, doubled over; he presses the finger of a clearly-bleeding fist to his lips while he pauses to catch his breath.“It’s one thing to stomp in here like you own the place, but—try to kill my friends, and I’ve got no respect for you.” Kye says, shaking his head at the destroyed creature before breathing an exhausted sigh. He turns to you. “I’m sorry, Millie. I didn’t know the stakes.”You know the feeling.You can hear what sounds like cracking branches and rustling leaves as a stalk yet grows from the pile of vegetation.> Grab Kye and run.> Explain that the bloom is going to explode, and needs to be destroyed prematurely.> Explain that the bloom is going to explode, and needs to be relocated before it can.> Other. (Write-in.)
>>1577021 my choice here entirely depends on the estimation of the explosion range. I don't want to risk getting blown up. But at the same time if we deactivate it we could get a really good lead.
>>1577021>> Grab Kye and run.time to gtfo
>>1577021>Grab Kye and run.Yeah nah, Kye is exhausted and I don't feel like testing our ability to siphon the bloom's energy into the Pale. Leg it!
>>1577021>Explain that the bloom is going to explode, and needs to be destroyed prematurely.No guts, no glory.
>>1577982supporting this only cucks run
>>1577982Support. We gotta save whats left of the body at least.
Do we have an idea for how to do this?
>>1578150Nope.>>1577021> Grab Kye and run.
Next post when?
>>1579405He really REALLY needs a Twitter.
>>1577043>>1577049>>1577746>>1578324You grab Kye by the wrist, unwilling to suffer the same sort of incident as before. He meets your eyes with a look of concern, stumbling behind you as you drag him past the creature and out of the Archives. The two of you barely make it to the bottom of the steps without falling, and you keep moving, looking at him over your shoulder as he grips the side of his abdomen with his bloody hand.“Mill-Millie. What.” He pauses to catch his breath. “What are you—what are we doing.”“Just run! I’ll explain—“ There’s a dull thud that sends the doors of the Archives completely flying off the hinges; you hear glass breaking, and turn back in time to see heavy purple smog spilling out of shattered windows and an empty doorway. “…Later.”“Damn.” Kye says, shaking his head. His garment is disheveled, hair tossed all about his face. “So – uhm – you had something you wanted to talk about?”> “Another time. I need to go – it’s not safe.”> “I’ll explain at my hall.”> Other (Write-in.)
>>1579405>>1579444I've typically things to do Fridays. Momentum has sort of slowed down a little bit for me after running more-or-less tirelessly the week before, but I'm hoping to give it some thought and pick back up soon. Apologies if things seem haphazard or happen more-or-less whenever I feel like it - but this is the way it's going to be from me if I'm going to run this quest at all.
>>1580217Its fine. At least im fine with it. No doubt in any case you will have multiple people participating at practically any time you decide to write.>>1580194> "Kye, you saved my life today. I cant thank you enough, but I cant have you any more involved or you'll be killed for sure. Mabye we will have time to talk later but we have to go now before anybody gets suspicious."Then hug him quickly, go back into the room to collect a good sample of the creature, and scram afterwards.
>>1580312Seconding this option.
>>1580194>> “I’ll explain at my hall.”I think it's safe to give him the full details on Ophelia's death and our now founded worries that we're next.>>1580217Don't worry yourself to much QM, I'm sure everyone who's read this quest will pop in any time you post an update on it.
>>1580217I don't mind this leisurely pace. At least I won't miss all the important things because of always awkward play times.
>>1580217The reflection in the image is really pissing me off now that I took a good look at it.
Looks like this thread is saged.Oh well.