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>>1999511
Chapter Nine: First Sin

You stare at the gate before you, a porticullis-like grille pulled down over a thin steel door that blocks the shipment vent that connects the Consortium Tower to the merchants of Greenside. It is thrown into a stark relief of light and shadow thanks to the bright white light of the newly-lit lamp. Behind you you can hear screams and the roar of an out of control blaze.
You’ve all worked so hard to make this chaos, to draw the Viridescent Consortium’s gaze anywhere and everywhere but yourself, but that doesn’t mean that the three of you will be able to just walk in. Of course they’d close up the shipping vents!

Wick: 6/10

“I agree with Beatrice,” you say. “The longer we dawdle, the more time they have to recover. We can’t afford to waste any more time!”

Wick: 5/10

You sweep back your cloak and pull the runesword free from its scabbard. You hold the sword in one hand and your Lamplighter’s wick in the other for a moment before bringing your hands together and pressing the tip of the wick along the flat of the sword. The blade, which had once been a tool of evil before you liberated it for a more righteous cause, bursts into flame as you ignite it.
You strike the grille, the steel bars just thin enough for your searing sword to shear right through them in just three slashes. Each strike jars your arm but you keep your grip steady as best you can. The grille falls away, the ends of the broken steel glowing orange as they fall into the darkness of Dis below. The set of steel door beyond is a harder task, something that even your red-hot and rune-inscribed blade would only scratch. But the gap between the two doors is just wide enough to jam the blade into and you do so, stabbing into the gap and then bringing the sword down with a hard crack as it strikes whatever locking mechanism holding the doors shut together.

You pull it back before the flame can die entirely and turn to face your two companions, the doors swinging open behind you.
“Let’s go.”

“Uh,” Beatrice says. “...nice job.”

You lead them into the darkened hallway, the concrete shipment corridor illuminated only by the shadowy half-light of a green lantern and by your flickering sword. The room beyond is unoccupied save for empty metal barrels. Looks like between the the contaminated shipments, the broken water supply, the lamps and the fires in Greenside, nobody’s even left to man this station. And why should they? Right now, you’re several floors below the tower’s main entrance and the areas within it that are freely available to the public.

“But no seriously,” Beatrice continues. “I don’t remember your sword being that hot last time you did that.”

“I don’t think I ever saw it,” Abe says.

1/2

>>1999516
Is it? You can’t quite recall right now. And if it is, that is no surprise. You are standing before the end of your lifelong quest, the first of seven great sinners who thought that they could escape the Wheel God’s justice. Why wouldn’t your Flame Internal burn hotter now? There is no turning back.

The little shipment depot terminates in a short corridor with two metal doors. The first opens easily and reveals a concrete stairwell going both up and down. The second set of doors does not open at all, a metal panel beside it revealing it to be some sort of elevator.

“I’ve heard of these,” Beatrice says. “I think you have to push the button to ‘call’ it up or something. I wonder if these are ancient or if they’re steam-powered. They’d have to be Second Age, surely. It could save us a lot of inconvenience.”

“I’d rather not place ourselves directly into the enemy’s hands,” Abe counters. “We don’t control that thing. The stairs might take longer but they can’t very well disable those.”

“Yeah and we’d only run into half the entire damn company while we use them!”


>Take the stairs.

>Use the elevator.

>Other (Specify)

>>1999526
>>Use the elevator.

>>1999526
>Use the elevator.
Take it as far down as possible. Meditate in there to recharge our wick if we have the time

>>1999526
>>Use the elevator.
We still have the element of surprise at this point, lets use it.

>>1999526

>Use the elevator.

In a sense, we're bringing another shard TO them.

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Consortium Collective Effort

>3, 5, 9
>9

Under directives from present Consortium officials, the local Blackcloaks call in reinforcements and start to direct crowds away from Greenside in an effort to prevent injuries and more importantly, help preserve some order and prevent the Consortium's main entrance from being overrun. With this help, the Consortium should be able to focus their efforts a little better.

>38/47
>No bonuses or extra roll bargains were selected for the Blackcloaks.

>>1999584
>No bonuses or extra roll bargains were selected for the Blackcloaks.

What? By us, or by some determined method on your end?

>>1999645
I choose what the Consortium does. I'm not exactly about to let you guys do that, that'd be weird!

>>1999660
But how do you decide it?

You can tell me after to not ruin the magic/tension if that helps.

>>1999660
Or not at all. I'm just kind of curious.

>>1999675
How do people decide anything?

Vote called. Writing.

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>Use the elevator.

“We still have the element of surprise. Let’s use it. Call the elevator.”

Abe nods and pushes the red button.
“I must admit, I am a little ignorant on the exact functioning of these things.”

“They’re primarily a machine of the Second Men,” Beatrice says. “We made some but only in the big cities and they were clunky steam-powered things. They won’t have those here.”

You hear the elevator long before it arrives, a faint screeching that grows louder and louder before the doors spring open to reveal a baroque black cage dragged by a thick metal cord. You have to admit, that’s not what you expected and judging by her expression, neither did Beatrice.

“That’s not ...that’s new! Is it really steam-powered?”

You step into it cautiously, the elevator creaking as you do so.
“It wouldn’t make such a noise if it was ancient. But I don’t think the green flame can be hot enough to power a steam engine either.”

“It could be powered by something else,” Abe says. “Remember how Zeno moved that train?”

“”A witch elevator?,” Beatrice says, her tone containing all you need to know about her opinion on that idea.
“That’d be absurd and a waste. But they can’t have a steam engine! They wouldn’t possibly run in Dis.”

“Didn’t the Inspector you told me about have one for his locomotive?”

“That...that was different. There shouldn’t be one here.”

“No,” you tell her. “No, I think this tower might be one of the only places where you could have one. They have as much heat as they want!”

“Look at this.”
Abe’s words interrupt both of you, the man calling you over to a sign listed on the side of the elevator. It’s a list of floors, all of them grouped into several different labels all stacked on top of one another.

-PRIVATE OFFICES-
-FILING-
-PUBLIC INFORMATION COMPLEX-
-ACCOUNTING-
-SHIPMENTS-
-BOTTLING PLANT-
-FIRECRAFTING WORKS-

“This must be how the tower is divided up,” Abe says. “I guess we’re somewhere in Shipments right now. Where do you think the shard is kept?”

“It’s obvious,” Beatrice says. “It’d have to be near the Firecrafting Works because they’re milking all this green flame out of it. Furthermore, you’d want to keep it as underground as possible to help swallow up and absorb its power. It must make a lot of excess heat.”

“Which is what they needed so much water for,” you say. “Their cooling systems are hopefully running dry by now.”

“That’s where the shard would be under normal circumstances,” Abe says. “But what if this Iron Duke has moved it or placed it into lockdown somehow because of all this disruption?”
1/2

>>1999819
“Moved it where?”

“I don’t know. His private office, maybe? It seems to be at the very top of the tower. If he had a vault that could contain it, where else would he put it?”


>It makes sense that they might relocate the shard in response to all this. You’ll be going up.

>You doubt they’d cease production and for that, they need the shard. You’ll be going down.

>>1999830
>You doubt they’d cease production and for that, they need the shard. You’ll be going down.
Fuck. Just have to guess. It'd be very hard to move for a normal human or especially a creature or witch. Plus without water it'd be too risky to keep it anywhere far away from the earth

>>1999830
>You doubt they’d cease production and for that, they need the shard. You’ll be going down.

>>1999861
Supporting, how would they transport it anyways? Do they have a spare lamp post laying around that can contain the shard?

>>1999861
Support.

My reasoning is that transporting the shard is difficult, given how powerful and valuable it is. Since things seem to run fairly smoothly in Dis (at least in regards to the ruling organizations), there probably was no need to move it until now, so there probably isn't a system in place to do so. Meaning the shard and the duke are probably still at the bottom.

>>1999883
Speaking of, what are *we* going to do with it? Will it fit in the lamp with our one? Is it going to fuse with ours to make an even stronger shard? I'm scared.

>>1999937
>No need to move it
I don't know about that. Dis, having so many factions, isn't exactly a safe place for political entities. They're surrounded by enemies. If the Consortium don't have a plan to move the shard, they deserve what they're about to get.
>What are we going to do with it?
Hopefully it fuses, but that's a valid point. Maybe it's already contained in something that's siphoning it's power; we could simply take the container, provided we can carry it.

Vote called, writing.

>>1999689
Dice. Roll 1d20 to pick your shirt today, 1d12 for pants.

>>2000103
I wish I owned 20 shirts.

>>2000108
Stop wasting your time telling stories to faggots online and git gud scrub.

But seriously QMing don't pay. In fact that's just my button ups. Thank god for dry cleaning.

They even do pick up / delivery.

>>2000108
That may have come off as more aggressive than I wanted.

Seriously it's more of a pain than anything, gotta look the role in the corporate health care world though.

Don't stop telling your stories. I love them.

>You doubt they’d cease production and for that, they need the shard. You’ll be going down.

“Do you think they’ve ceased production even now? I doubt it and for that they’d need the shard. They also wouldn’t be able to move it very easily. We’ll be going down.”

Beatrice presses the relevant button.
“I hear this Firecrafting Works is pretty large. It makes up all of the lower part of the tower and beyond. But I think I know just where the shard will be. It’ll be right at the bottom.”

With another grinding screech the elevator drops, leaving you all with a peculiar feeling in your stomachs as it does so.
“Never actually been on one of these before,” Beatrice says, pulling out her pistol. “I don’t think it’ll be too much to ask for for the Firecrafting Works to be empty too?”

“Not a chance,” Abe replies. “It’s almost certainly still going to be crowded. Do we have a plan for that?”

Beatrice just motions with her gun.
“Bang. All the plan we need.”

Before you can reply, the sound and the motion of the elevator changes.
“We’re slowing down!”
You inspect the little arrow at the top of the cage, the one sliding down between the various floors of the tower.
“This isn’t the Firecrafting Works! What’s going on?”

“Have we been found out already?”

“Oh, I’ve heard about this.”
Beatrice has gone pale.
“An elevator in motion can be called by other people while it’s still going. And it’s going to be in...the fucking Bottling Plant, whatever that is. Well...looks like we’re going to be shooting a little earlier than I thought.”

What an absurd idea. Why would anyone build a system like this? You were supposed to be heading straight down to your destination!


>She has the right idea. Be ready to fight the moment the doors open, don’t give them the tine to react.

>Surely you can all pretend that you’re supposed to be here.

>There’s a hatch set into the roof of the elevator. You might have time to climb up through it!

>Other (Specify)

>>2000151
>Hit a button before the bottling station and get off.

And in addition to your votes...

Consortium Collective Effort

>38/47

>The Consortium's first Collective Effort roll calls in Greenside to help restore order. Roll 1d6. The first three rolls, including the one in this post, shall equal the amount they reduce from Orion's total result.

>>2000151
>Hit a button before the bottling station and get off.

I hope we can find a clipboard. Or have Bea pretend to be called in to deal with the tainted shipments and us as her help / possible sacrifice. Or even special "help" making sure she does a roper job this time.

Nobody sane wants to get involved with Witch politics.

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>2000198

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>2000198

>>2000151
>She has the right idea. Be ready to fight the moment the doors open, don’t give them the tine to react.

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>2000198

>>2000223
>>2000241
>>2000262
ouch

>>2000151
>Other (Specify)
Is there a "close" button we can hammer once we stop? Might be able to just keep going down that way.

If not, of if that would be too out of character,
>There’s a hatch set into the roof of the elevator. You might have time to climb up through it!

>>2000157
I like this because it is way less suspicious to get on an elevator from already being in the building than it is to have people find you in one.

We can even ask directions.

>>2000223
>>2000241
>>2000262

>5, 4, 4
>13

Using their contacts in Greenside, the Consortium rerouted several emergency water shipments that were intended to help douse the fires there and took them for themselves to help refill their cooling system's reservoir.

The Greenside Markets will suffer greatly for this as the fire continues unchecked but with the Blackcloaks cordoning off the tower, the chaos there no longer touches the Consortium.

>The Consortium selects to abandon Greenside to the fire, adding +3 to their total roll.

>16

>22/47

>>2000291
I think it's a good plan, but it might take too long.

We still need to get to the basement, find the shard, get it away from Iron Duke, and escape before they're able to mount a proper defense.

Vote called. Writing.

>>2000337
> Get off elevator

> press button

< get back on.

Haste makes waste. We'll be slowed more by having to fight through, plus they'll have more time to prepare to lock us in instead of trying to keep people out.

>>2000383
True. Supporting getting off before our intended stop.

>Hit a button before the bottling station and get off.

“There is no need to panic.”
You hastily press another button, changing your destination to the lowest floor in Shipments, right above the first floor of the Bottling Plant. You should be able to simply leave the elevator there, wait a small amount of time and then get back on!
“This will take some time but less so than simply fighting our way through the entire tower or trying to pass ourselves off as innocent.”

“Good idea,” Abe says. “I didn’t even think of that.”

The doors open to reveal a large concrete warehouse stacked high with empty barrels, each one bearing the Consortium stamp. They’re stacked in rows, each one nearly as tall as you! Naturally this means Beatrice can’t see over them at all.
“How is it?” she asks. “Is anyone else in here?”

“Keep your voice down,” you whisper, herding them out of the elevator. “We just need to stay here for a minute or so and then call another elevator.”

“Right.”

“Huh?”
That voice is new to you. Across the rows and rows of barrels, a little wooden door opens and an old man with a lantern full of green flame steps into the room.
“Is someone there?”

You and Abe duck down behind the stacks of barrels, thankful that your flaming sword had already flickered out while you were in the elevator. The old man, what little you can see of him through the gaps between barrels, shakes his head. The motion sends the shadows wheeling as he spins his lantern around.
“Guess not.”

Unfortunately for you, he doesn’t leave yet either. Instead he starts walking through the aisles created between the rows of stacked-up barrels, inspecting them one by one and whistling tunelessly. It doesn’t look like he’s going anywhere anytime soon.

“Orion,” Abe hisses under his breath, motioning to something behind you.

You turn to see the elevator doors sliding shut. You can’t let that happen, he’ll hear the elevator screech as it moves back down and he’ll know that someone in here just used it! You grab hold of your staff as quickly and quietly as you can and swing it in between the closing doors!

>Roll a d6. The first 3 shall be counted. This is an easy roll, with a modifier of +1.

Rolled 1 + 1 (1d6 + 1)

>>2000451

Rolled 3 + 1 (1d6 + 1)

>>2000451

Rolled 1 + 1 (1d6 + 1)

>>2000451

>>2000457
>>2000484
>>2000485

Well shit.

Okay, here's an issue. Orion has an ability that lets any 3d6 rolls he makes relating to staves fall into the best order possible. That's normally pretty easy for me to do but in this case, I think it would be best if you lot decided what would be best.

Would you prefer that Orion stopped the elevator but made a noise in the process due to his staff striking a barrel as he swings it or would you rather he stays quiet but is unable to react quickly enough to stop the elevator doors from closing?

>>2000528
>Would you prefer that Orion stopped the elevator but made a noise in the process due to his staff striking a barrel as he swings it

>>2000528
The latter. Either way we get discovered but this way makes us not have to wait as long for the elevator to become available again. I might even consider taking the stairs from here depending on how many floors we had left in the elevator

>>2000528
> Stay quiet

>>2000528
>Stay quiet

>>2000561
Do we get discovered if we stay quiet? Why don't we just knock buddy out and tie him up if so.

>>2000580
Idk man, I don't like making choices like this that would normally be out of our hands

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>>Stay quiet

No, it’s no use! This space is too cramped for you to swing your staff so quickly and not make a sound! It would strike a barrel or the doors themselves or something. You pull your staff free but hesitate before you swing, making sure you can do it soundlessly. And in taking said time, you are too slow to stop the doors from closing.

The elevator descends towards whomever in the Bottling Plant had called it, making the familiar screeching of metal-on-metal as it does so. Through the gaps in between the stacks, you can see the old man look up.
“Huh? What was that?”

“Yeah Orion,” Beatrice whispers. “What was that?”

“I couldn’t swing in time! Why didn’t you do anything?”

“What was I supposed to do? Shoot it?”

The old man has stopped wandering and judging by the shifting light cast by his green lantern, is making a beeline for the elevator. Straight for where the three of you are hiding, in other words.

“Fuck,” Beatrice continues. “I guess we gotta kill him.”


>Kill him. He made his choice when he decided to work here.

>You can take him out nonlethally. He is human after all and at this level of employment, probably not complicit in the crimes of the Consortium.

>If you move now the three of you will be able to remain hiding until he leaves. It’ll lose you some time but the sound of a fight or a missing inspector might raise an alarm.

>Other (Specify)

>>2000662
>>You can take him out nonlethally. He is human after all and at this level of employment, probably not complicit in the crimes of the Consortium.

>Bap him on the head with our big stick.

>>2000662
>You can take him out nonlethally. He is human after all and at this level of employment, probably not complicit in the crimes of the Consortium.

>>2000662
>Other (Specify)

Grab him and have Bea play "bad witch interrogator" investigating the tainted shipment. Find out who he is and what his responsibilities are, then pump him for info then tell him that if he ruins your investigation then . . . Well, it's not like he can run from a Witch, right?

If he turns out to be difficult, we can kill him afterwards.

>>2000662
>>2000689
Seconding

>>2000662
>You can take him out nonlethally. He is human after all and at this level of employment, probably not complicit in the crimes of the Consortium.

I don't think we are quite that level of murderhobo yet. And a corpse is jut as suspicious as a tied up person. And it's 3 vs 1 and he's old.

> Fucking eternal refreshing captcha

>>2000689
We don't have time for this man

>>2000689
>>2000662
Actually let's do this. We can ask if anything has changed or been done different lately. Outright refuse to answer any of his questions and dial the spooky threatening to 11. Bea can be the bad cop, we can play the worse cop who just silently hurts him every time he asks a question. Abe can be the look out.

>>2000689
>>2000703
>>2000716
We literally have no time and this dude is a janitor, he knows fuck all.

We're on a serious time crunch here people.

>>2000689
>>2000703
>>2000716
Guys an interrogation takes hours, and doing all that posturing, finding a safe location, dragging the answers out of a drone who knows nothing will take so long security will be back up. WE HAVE NO TIME.

>>2000665
Supporting. The other idea is good but as the other Anons have said, we don't have time for this.

>>2000704

I think it's worth it to avoid getting found and raising the alarm. We get info about the Consortium to move faster and more accurately, and we can maybe use this guy's name if we run into other people to trick them. Say he sent us for something, or that he said they were doing (x)

>>2000751
>I think it's worth it to avoid getting found and raising the alarm.
We'd still get found. WE would be interrogating him loudly(screams) in the open. over a long period of time.


>and we can maybe use this guy's name if we run into other people to trick them.
He's an old night watchman his name will do nothing to get us where we need to go.

>>2000751
The longer we wait the harder this all gets.

>>2000731
He's checking the shipment. That's management / shipping work. He's someone who does paperwork.

And janitors usually actually know a lot since they have to clean everywhere and throw out garbage.

>>2000732
It's possibly quicker to find out what lie's ahead. I won't lie, it might not be.

>>2000741
Interrogations by Witches and angry big men don't take long.

>>2000767
He's not gonna know anything useful about areas outside of this one.

>>2000662
Supporting

>>2000689

>>2000767
>He's checking the shipment.
He's the fucking night watchman. He's the token security force that everyone knows no one really can depend on.

>Interrogations by Witches and angry big men don't take long.

Still we'd have to drag him to a private place and risk his absence being noted, find said place, then interrogate him. We have a manor of minutes before security is back up and tighter than ever,.

>>2000763
Why would he be screaming? Especially if our first instruction is to not scream or else our Witch will MAKE him be unable to ever stop.

>>2000766
>>2000785
Not as hard as it will be if the alarm is raised. And there's no reason to think he won't know anything. If he doesn't, or if he's difficult then like I said we can still just knock him out / tie him up. We don't have to just keep interrogating him.

We have two more rounds, maybe three if the consortium rolls really badly. Then we've officially lost the advantage we worked so hard for. Why don't you people get this?

>>2000798
Because it's a natural reaction and he would before we took him down. Meaning we either knock him out and waste multiple rounds and get security after us for him to wake up or he outs us.

Also you are advocating torturing a human which is against Orion's beliefs.

We have literally 2 rolls until security is abck up one of which will be for interrogating him another of which would be acting on that information. Minimum. Then the jig is up and we lose.

>>2000799
I mean will we even get there in three rounds? We made a guess where to go in the first place.

>>2000662
Can my vote be "briefly try to interrogate him" but moving on if it takes too long?

I admittedly saw it as us grabbing him, Bea going "I'm a witch and asking the questions, we're doing an internal investigation about who the saboteur is, tell us who you are, where you live, and if anything suspicious has happened. Do you know who is supposed to be here, and if they actually are? You don't get to ask questions, we're interested in what YOU know. Good now keep quiet so the traitor doesn't catch wind of us. Remember there's nowhere to run if you help them."

Or something like that.

>>2000832
How is any of that information useful to our mission?

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Consortium Collective Effort

>22/47

>The Consortium's first Collective Effort roll calls in the tower's Internal Security to help restore order. Roll 1d6. The first three rolls, including the one in this post, shall equal the amount they reduce from Orion's total result.

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>2000857
Well this is frustrating

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>2000857
welp let's waste time interrogating a drone and get nothing woo.

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>2000857

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>2000857

>>2000851
Well maybe they closed off a section, or there are already extra security forces, like if they did move the sun shard. Maybe the Alchemist dude is known for staying in one part of the building, or only certain people are authorized past a certain point.

IDFK but it's better than having someone come looking for him when he doesn't return. I'm mostly interested in not having the alarm raised and if we make it look like we're searching for an intruder then hopefully he won't say anything if the start doing actual security checks.

I think if we're short on time for the chaos outside already then we should stop trying to rely on it for our escape plan. Cut our losses and come up with a new plan.

>>2000851
I said earlier, having a name to reference and possibly knowing other people's names might help us trick people later.

Besides we don't know what he does or doesn't know yet.

>>2000857
>>2000851
Fucking hell I missed the roll because I was going through your posts.

Consortium Collective Effort

>2, 5, 6
>13

Having cordoned off the burning Greenside and reallocated its emergency water shipments for the Consortium's own cooling system for the Firecrafting Works, the Consortium can now recall their security forces and use them to ensure that the water gets where it needs to be going quickly, establishing order in the Firecrafting Works in the process.

Though the lamps prevent calling in certain forms of security, the tower is nearly ready to resume operation again.

>9/47
>The Consortium selects to overexert their Internal Security to make sure that the Firecrafting Works are safe. This adds an additional dice roll to the Firecrafting Works roll at the cost of leaving the upper sections of the tower undefended and severely undermanned.

>>2000891
>IDFK but it's better than having someone come looking for him when he doesn't return. I'm mostly interested in not having the alarm raised and if we make it look like we're searching for an intruder then hopefully he won't say anything if the start doing actual security checks.
We jump him out of nowhere, HE WILL sound the alarm as soon as possible. Anyone not an utter fucking moron would.

>if we're short on time for the chaos outside already then we should stop trying to rely on it for our escape plan. Cut our losses and come up with a new plan.
So you WANT witches and denizens of the dark hunter us in the deep under the earth. The chaos was never going to pull us out, it was to keep our enemies from stopping us until we got close to the shard. We're nowhere near it and you're lollygagging with someone of questionable import and torturing them for info they likely do not have. We're nowhere NEAR our goal and we're frankly going to have kill squads all over before we get close thanks to this bullshit.

>>2000893
IT ONLY HELPS IN THIS SECTION, AND IF THEY HAVE AN INTERCOM NOT EVEN THAT. They have a fucking elevator, and intercom or another way to communicate from department to department is a lot easier.

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>2000932

>>2000933
Kill squads only come if they know about us.

>>2000944
>Kill squads only come if they know about us.
They will see that gaping hole we cut into the building any second now.

>>2000932
>The Consortium selects to overexert their Internal Security to make sure that the Firecrafting Works are safe.
Welp this plan is officially a failure.

>>2000955
>>2000944
Guys just . . . Stop. We're past the vote and you're just fighting now. We'll find out later if this fucked us, but Ouro doesn't usually let just one thing ruin everything.

Just chill okay?

Vote called. Writing.

>>2000969
This is literally me warning anons that Hiss was an evil bitch and not a waifu and getting ignored all over again.

In retrospect we should've based every decision on getting to the shard quickly instead of being stealthy. We drew most of the guards out with the fire and didn't even get close to our objective before they came back. It would've been better to go loud earlier while they were still gone.

>>2001110
>In retrospect we should've based every decision on getting to the shard quickly instead of being stealthy.
We did.

Went straight through the grill
Used the elevator
If we had passed an easy roll we'd already be in the flameworks.

>Interrogate him under false pretenses.

You grab hold of your pistol, lowering the barrel to the ground.
“Not yet. I have another idea. This place employs witches, doesn’t it?”

“I’m almost certain,” she says. “What of it? I can’t pretend to be a worker here, witches would be officers at the very least.”

“That’s the point. We just need to grab him and you can show him you’re a witch. Tell him that you’re an inspector out to …”
You think quickly.
“Out to check for anyone who might sabotaged the contaminated shipments!”

“But why would I be hiding behind a bunch of barrels? He’d notice that.”

“No offense Bea,” Abe says, “but you’re rather short. You don’t need to be trying to hide behind the stacks for them to block your vision.”

“I became ageless before I had finished fully growing,” she says huffily. “What about you two?”

“He won’t be focussing on us. Just show him you’re a witch, tell him what’s going on and that you want to know what’s going on, what his name is and how this place functions. It’ll get us out of this and we might even learn something.”

“Just don’t take too long,” Abe says. “They must have noticed what we did to the shipping vent by now.”

“Fine,” Beatrice hisses. “Get behind me you two and try to look like dumb muscle. Not that that’ll be hard.”

The old man is about to round the corner when Beatrice steps out from behind the barrels, her gun shoved back into her deep coat pockets. She adjusts her cap, though no amount of adjustment in the world can hide her state of general disarray.

“Who are you?”

“Good evening, employee! If I may draw your attention here…”
Beatrice flips open the top button of her blouse, enough to show the brand just below her neck. You avert your eyes.
“I’m a witch, blah blah blah, spare me the general awe. I’ve just been brought in as a supervisor due to all this recent chaos with the contamination in the shipments. Give me your name and job first of all and tell me if you’ve seen anything suspicious.”
As an additional show, as she talks, she grabs hold of one of her fingers and slowly bends it back in a manner that, if performed by an ordinary human, would require at least two additional joints.

“You don’t look like a witch. Witches all look great! You -”

“I didn’t come here to receive backtalk from the general staff,” Beatrice says icily. “Give me your name and profession.”

“Right, right, wait. Do you have any certification?”

“Pardon?”

“You know, your papers? Your Consortium identification?”

“Uh...I…”
“I was warned that someone might try something,” he says. And then he turns and runs, no doubt trying to set off some sort of alarm!

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>>2001158
“Stop.”
Beatrice sucks in her breath and, as the old man runs, blows a powder-laden breath behind her and past the tiny candleflame sprouting from the her left index finger. The fire flares up, sending her shadow seemingly skittering out onto the wall in front of the old man. He stops with a low groan and sinks to his knees. Beatrice extinguishes the flame immediately, dismissing the shadow.
“Do you know what a Shade can do to a human?”

“...No?”

“Oh, just about anything it wants really.”
She sounds like she’s enjoying this.
“Let me rephrase my offer. I am not your supervisor. I am, however, a witch of mysterious origin and purpose. And if you don’t tell me everything you know, I will make a death by shadow look merciful. Who knows, I might even give you over to the tender ministrations of my imp familiar here.”
She shoots you a sharp look. It’s not hard to figure it out.

With a sigh, you flip your heavy brown cloak back over your head and rise up, a large hooded shadow emerging from the stacks where none had been before.

When the old man finally turns back to face her, the shock of seeing you nearly makes him fall from his knees entirely.
“Wha-Where did-When did that get here!”

“You know how,” Beatrice says. He can’t see it but she’s massaging her burnt finger behind her back. “It’s none of your business why I look like this. Now tell me what I want to know and you can get out of this just fine. I want to help you, really, I do. But unless you tell the truth...well, best to just tell it eh?”

The old man quickly spills everything relevant and, as far as you can tell, none of it matters. Beatrice guides him through it quickly, running through it in less than a minute. None of it seems useful.

“Okay, last question! Are all the barrels in this warehouse empty?”

“Yes! The stacks closest to the door got left behind in all the rush about the bad barrels!”

“Good, good. Now get in.”
Beatrice motions towards an empty barrel.
“Yeah, you heard me. Get in.”

She watches as he forces himself into the barrel and once he’s somehow managed to crouch all the way in, she seals the lid back on.
“Fuck,” she says, wiping away sweat. “I hate pretending to be a witch.”

“What pretense?”

“Shut up Orion. You know what I mean.”

“It looked like you were having fun.”

“Excuse me,” Abe says. “What was the point of this! We’ve been wasting time and we didn’t learn anything useful!”

“Hold on,” Beatrice says, re-covering her brand. “That’s not wholly true. There are barrels in here that are still full.”

“And?”

“Green fire is flammable, you know! Look what happened in the Greenside fire or when I did my thing to the shipment! If we introduce them to real fire, I’m sure this whole place will go up in flames in no time at all! That’ll draw security here and might buy us a little more time.”

“By drawing them to us.”

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>>2001153
Nah we should've just stayed on the elevator, killed whoever, and then kept going on the elevator instead of messing around up here

>>2001161
“Well obviously we’ll get out before they arrive.”
Beatrice is looking a bit paler than usual. Or are her bruises just darker?
“How about it, Orion? Let’s set some more fires.”


>That’s a good idea! It’ll draw their attention to here but that’s fine. You’re much more interested in what is down below anyway.

>This is a stupid and dangerous plan. This interrogation was a bust and you all need to continue as planned.

>Leave someone behind to handle this while the rest of you continue downward.

>Other (Specify)

>>2001166
I'm torn between admitting it was a bad plan and fire solving everything.

I guess if we move fast then the fire is someone else's problem.

>>2001166
>Are you going to be okay Beatrice? I need another gun more than I need another distraction, and I can't heal you like I do Abe.
>This is a stupid and dangerous plan. This interrogation was a bust and you all need to continue as planned.

Only way down are stairs and the elevator. More security would intercept us if they below which given they would move to protect the sunshard......we'd be walking right into them.

>>2001177
Told you it was a stupid ass idea.

>>2001181
>>2001166
Support

>>2001166
>That’s a good idea! It’ll draw their attention to here but that’s fine. You’re much more interested in what is down below anyway.
Bring a barrel or two with us and ride the elevator down. When the fire starts guards will use the elevator to get up to the fire from the firecrafting works and when they do we'll drop a lit barrel through the hatch to incinerate the guards within. Then we'll start our all out attack.

>>2001223
I meant to say we would all ride on top of the elevator and then open the hatch to drop the barrel in.

>>2001229
We'd not be able to get out.

>>2001245
Idk what you mean. But I'm really at a loss here man, we're at the point where we're just gonna have to fight shitloads of guards head on so I'm trying to be creative.

>>2001245
The combat dice system is way too unforgiving for tons of combat to be feasible or survivable. Let's at least bring some barrels as explosives either way.

>>2001251
>>2001261
the fire would make it so we're stuck, unable to get down without burning. No issue for us, but very big issue for the others.

>>2001181
IF she insists throw a burning barrel or two down the elevator shaft, and roll one or two down the stair well on a rag for time delay firebomb.

Also let the poor old man out and have him call the alarm. We'll need it to make this work.

>>2001265
I'm pretty sure we can extinguish any flame we want if we touch it but I could be wrong

>>2001265
Hide the flame skill allows us to temporarily extinguish any flame and costs no wick.

>>2001272
>I'm pretty sure we can extinguish any flame we want if we touch it but I could be wrong
we'd still get all the guns pointed at us. elevator is for a few people, the security will take the stairs.

>>2001280
Whatever man. Apparently we're all too retarded to pull this off. Feeling really disheartened.

>>2001286
>asserted something we all knew was bullshit
What are you even referring to

>>2001291
never mind thought you were the someone else. Regardless we're fucked now.

I'll make a clarification, since I thought it was implied enough in the post but apparently not.

The choice is whether or not you want to make the disorder number go up at the price of a little extra risk or whether you'd rather not. Setting this fire does possess a mechanical effect.

>>2001301
sure, whatever

>>2001301
We really need that disorder number to go up again boys. Somebody vote for it. Unless you want to fight the bulk of the towers security (which is certain death)

>>2001280
If the bulk of security takes the stairs we'll be safer going down the elevator actually. This could work. If anybody takes the elevator it would be a witch or higher ranked human. And it'd be real nice to immolate one of them in the elevator.

>>2001301
Disorder, better than what we're currently facing

>>2001301
> Set the fire

Let's do that then

>>2001336
Would a fire stop the elevator?

>>2001346
I have no idea.

>>2001299
I can understand being frustrated but at least be constructive.

>>2001406
I tried. Like I tried with snake catcher. I got ignored. Again. I am tired as hell trying to drag utterly incompetent morons who willfully ignore my warnings and common sense in favor of memes and abortive attempts st being clever.

>>2001223
>>2001166
I'll back this idea. We can always just leave the barrel behind.

Since the green flame kind of "flows" like water we could poke a hole in it and roll it at people etc. Then just light the flame trail that it leaks out maybe?

Or I wonder if we have anything like pouches that we could put some into and use like molotovs. Since regular flame doesn't burn Orion he could throw them around. Hopefully it would also conserve our wick if we're just using it to spark the green flame.

>>2001423
I'm glad you are so immersed and passionate, but it's just a game dude. Don't let it get you too stressed.

>>2001431
About to go to sleep. It's just frustrating as fuck when you literally call everything bad happening in advance and get ignored.

>>2001423
I hate to break it to you but being a dick to everyone and talking about how much better you are than them isn't the most persuasive tactic out there anon

>>1999516
>You sweep back your cloak and pull the runesword free from its scabbard. You hold the sword in one hand and your Lamplighter’s wick in the other for a moment before bringing your hands together and pressing the tip of the wick along the flat of the sword. The blade, which had once been a tool of evil before you liberated it for a more righteous cause, bursts into flame as you ignite it.
>You strike the grille, the steel bars just thin enough for your searing sword to shear right through them in just three slashes. Each strike jars your arm but you keep your grip steady as best you can. The grille falls away, the ends of the broken steel glowing orange as they fall into the darkness of Dis below. The set of steel door beyond is a harder task, something that even your red-hot and rune-inscribed blade would only scratch. But the gap between the two doors is just wide enough to jam the blade into and you do so, stabbing into the gap and then bringing the sword down with a hard crack as it strikes whatever locking mechanism holding the doors shut together.
Omigod the Lampaboo was right.

>>2001459
Superior Nippon steel!

Man these hour-long voting times are killing me whenever it gets real late like this

Apologies for the delay. I've been eating and I lost track of time.
Vote called. Writing.

Ok I had an idea. Our flame is inexplicably stronger right now. I bet it's due to proximity to the other shard. What if we could use the intensity of our small flame to gauge our distance to the shard?

>>2001439
Well I hoped it would be helpful and figured that it was worth a shot. Sorry it didn't work out, but sometimes you have to fail forward.

I'm kind of used to less structured gaming and kind of let that influence me as well, figuring that if we interacted with him there would be a chance to get something useful out of him by either asking certain questions or rolling to see how useful he is.

I will try to remember that Ouro does it differently. In the future though, I would appreciate it if criticism was focused more on the benefits of different actions rather than on possible bad outcomes. Partly because I feel it's more constructive to work on competing plans together, partly also because shooting down plans can turn into merely an argument about proving negatives and speculation - in other words it turns into just working on one plan and building on imperfect premises instead of just taking or changing the original outline - and results in a more restricted vote.

And finally because don't give the GM ideas! Lol. I did notice in the last thread when we tried to fake being a Witch that Ouro integrated some of the criticisms of the plan into why it didn't work, to the point Bea as a DMPC had to save us.

Like I said, I'm glad you're passionate. But don't let it suckered you in so you can't enjoy the game even when people make bad decisions.

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>>2001459
What was he right about?

>>2001511
Our superior 1000 fold steel blade could cut through the door

>That’s a good idea! It’ll draw their attention to here but that’s fine. You’re much more interested in what is down below anyway.

“This shouldn’t be too difficult,” you say. “If we light a fire here, they will surely all come running. As long as we can get out of Shipments before that happens it should be fine.”

“How are we going to do that?”

“Firstly, Beatrice, let that poor man out of the barrel. We’ll need to him to set off the alarm. Abe, head over to the door and start stacking all the full barrels together with one another. I’ll need some of your gunpowder for this, Beatrice.”

“Freely given.”
She passes you a full handful, licking up a bit as she does so.
“That’s the stuff. I’m good to go now.”

“Take care not to overuse that.”

“Whatever. I’ll worry about it later. Let’s just get this over with already before we waste any more time.”


>Collective Effort Addendum
>Depending on your actions within the Consortium tower, you may cause the disorder to rise or fall. In this case, please roll 1d6. The first 3 shall be totalled and added to the current number.

>>2001539

>>2001539
try again

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>2001539

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>2001539

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>2001539
maybe this time it will work...

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>>2001539
So. With how the interrogation plan worked out, was there anything we could have done differently that would have had a better result? Was the guy going to be useless no matter what, or was there a mechanic that determined it?

> Are we going to run into encounters where pic related is the right choice and we'll just rack up injuries or lose allies until we give up and flee?

I feel >>2001498 was a bit harsh about implying railroading, I mean we did get the option to increase our chaos meter again out of the encounter at the risk of fire. All the fire.

>>2001620
I'll admit that the interrogation plan surprised me so it probably wasn't as fleshed-out as it could have been. In the end I just figured that the watchman of a storage room wasn't going to have any relevant information on your destination.

>railroading implications
I don't think they were implying railroading, I don't really do that outside of the whole overarching plot sense. They were just pointing out my tendency to adopt ideas raised in the thread as my own. I don't do this all the time but it does happen, it's pretty key to being able to write off the cuff.

>>2001620
I wasn't implying railroading. Just that it's more of a set piece. Like it seemed the old guy was placed to be an obstacle so any interaction would be along that vein instead of having him be a "quantum character" whose role was undefined until we interacted with him. That's not railroading because it doesn't restrict our choices.

That's just how it felt to me, that could be completely wrong.

But let's leave that sort of discussion to the end or in the discord.

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Actually, I think I need to rest for a few hours. I'll be back later tonight to make another post or so and then this thread will continue tomorrow. My apologies.

>>2001634
Hrm. I should have argued more that security at all levels would at least know where people would and wouldn't be allowed to go.

Honestly I thought that he was more a manager or something checking inventory not checking for the source of the sound. Him being an old man, saying "guess not" about the sound, having a lamp not a weapon.

When >>2000767 said that he was management etc and not a night watchman I figured it sounded about right from the description. I mean there's no sun, there's no night here.

>>2001644
Do what you have to. I'm enjoying your return a lot! Thanks for running.

Why don't we simply ignore the entire fucking flameworks and grab the shard and get out in the confusion?

>>2001730
Ignite*

fucking hell

>>2001730
We're still inside, Bea and Abe are not immune to fire and none of us are immune to falling bricks. We don't know where the shard is.

Is it just me, or is the Consortium response working in accelerated time? I mean, they managed to cordone off Greenside in the time it took us to walk down a corridor, and restored the cooling system in the length of an elevator ride.

>>2001834
More that it's resolving at every decision point while Ouro is free to write stuff while we're choosing a decision.

Many of those tasks are happening within the same timeframe, so we won't see the effects until a certain point in the story where all the actions "link up" again. Probably when we reach the firecraft works.

>>2001834
Well, part of it is because a lot of these actions were started quite a while ago and were being done simultaneously, some of them being started even before you began your descent! For example, you saw the Blackcloaks roaming around Greenside and trying to establish order while you were still doing your own Collective Effort.
>>2001842 also has the right idea here. I'm playing a bit fast and loose with the exact timeframe here, just like I do with the Inspector Interludes. Relative time has always been a bit unhooked in this quest, to tell the truth. Even in-universe!

>>2001870
>Even in-universe!
You're telling me.....that that boy we left behind at the start of the quest will come to Dis a grown Flame Artist?

Truly superior Lamplighter time, folded 1000 times.

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>21/47

You let Abe and Beatrice handle the old man as you hastily spill the gunpowder in your hands to form a brief trail, a line that leads from you to the barrels in question. They’ve been opened, the liquid green flame mixed with gunpowder and spilled in puddles around the stack. By itself, this pallid flame is quite inert and harmless. But you know for a fact that if it should come in contact with something truly of the flame, it can recover at least a little of its true nature.

Abe returns from the rooms beyond, his arms full of sheathes of paper and files. He’s already dragged out a wooden desk to help fuel the flames.
“I just hope that this buys us more time than it spends. And what are we going to do about the security?”

“I already have an idea for them.”
You push one of the full barrels on its side and kick it down the room towards the elevator. At last, this damnable flame will have a proper and righteous use once more.
“When they decide to investigate, how do you think they’ll get here? They probably won’t all take the stairs, right?”

“The elevator then?”

“I can scarce imagine they’d go to the trouble of building these contraptions if they didn’t put them to use.”
You finish setting up the gunpowder and start to make your way back to the elevator.
“Beatrice! Stop menacing the man and light the fuse!”

The resulting flame is an explosive one, loud and large and bright, enough to sear the eyes with glorious light. In that moment, the hand of darkness is loosed and the green flame returns to the true flame it once was. The inferno will probably be short-lived, the tower is not particularly flammable in any respect but while it might blaze short, it will blaze bright.
“After this and all else we have done tonight, all of Dis will know that there is nothing of ours that the Old Powers can claim that the Light cannot take back. The quenched flame can still burn just as bright, it just needs to be given the chance.”

Beatrice clutches her cap.
“You really think so?”

You shake your head.
“Not that far.”

The roar and crackle of the beautiful flames fill the resulting silence for a moment more before a moaning wail overrides all of it, a mechanical scream that echoes through the room and the rest of the tower, spreading through corridor after corridor through artificial means.

“The alarm! Then it should be time now!”
The three of you pile into the elevator and Abe presses the button for the lowest possible floor within the section marked FIRECRAFTING WORKS. The elevator descends with its customary screech but you don’t stand and wait around. No, you all have a plan to enact. You reach up and unhook the hatch set into the top of the iron cage. Abe is the first to climb up and out, extending his arm down afterwards to catch Beatrice’s hand and pull her up.
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>>2001906
You open the barrel, releasing the warm green flame to burn softly and feebly And with that done, you join the other two in balancing atop the elevator as it screams down towards its destination.

The shaft is dark and cramped, all of you doing your best to stay clustered together in the middle around the ever-unwinding cable.
“Hold on!” Abe shouts. “When this stops we gotta hold on!”

But you won’t be heading towards the lowest level in the Firecrafting Works. In fact, the elevator is already beginning to slow, being called to the uppermost level of the Works instead. Just as you anticipated, at least one of the security teams that will be racing towards the fire in Shipments is planning to use the elevator you’re standing atop of. No doubt all of the elevators in this entire damn tower are seeing similar use.
The elevator comes to a noisy stop at the uppermost floor of the Works, the doors sliding open to reveal something you cannot yet see, your view limited to the floor of the elevator below the open hatch and the gently burning barrel of green flame in the back of the elevator.

A man cautiously enters the elevator, clad in metal armour with a green tabard and leggings worn over the top. He’s holding a curiously shaped rifle, one whose barrel ends in a spout and is connected to a bulky backpack by a thick tube. That’ll have to do. You’ll need to spring the trap before they can become too suspicious.

Wick: 4/10

You set your staff alight and drop through the hatch, slamming the burning end into the open barrel. White light blooms as it explodes into flame, the fire coursing over and past you and leaving you unharmed. The same could not be said for the man in the elevator.

Beyond his crumpled form, three more men garbed in similar attire and bearing the same strange weapons stand there in dumbfounded shock. You don’t let them recover, instead burying one fist into the raging fire beside you and extending the burning staff towards them like the sights on a rifle. You can feel the Wick of the flame around you.

Wick: 5/5

And with but a gesture on your part, it rises up past your fist and passes through you, the flame dancing around you like a cloak. It travels from your fist to the hand holding your staff and in doing so, passes through your Flame Internal and is tempered and given purpose.
Sparing the old man was one thing. You have no mercy for those that would take up arms for dark masters. And you’d rather not learn just what those ‘guns’ of theirs actually do.

Wick: 0/5

The empowered Immolate bursts through the elevator doors in a single stream of flame, dropping the first of the three as a burning wreck. The other two stagger back but are apparently not seriously harmed, their helmets obscuring their faces from you.

You retake your wick and your still-burning staff and leap for the two of them before they can recover.

Wick: 5/10

>Roll 1d6. The first 3 shall be used.

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>2001907

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>2001907

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>2001907

Alright! And since Orion's staff-related rolls always fall in the best possible order, that'll be a 4, 3, 1. Writing.

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>4, 3, 1

You catch the first one with a solid strike to head, felling him with a single blow. The other raises his weapon and blocks your staff before it can land but the flaming tip of it still forces him back!

You swing again and this time he avoids it entirely, matching you step for step. Huh. These must be some of their best soldiers. What are they doing down here?

He somehow finds both the time and the distance to pull raise his 'rifle' once again, pointing it directly at you! You prepare yourself to dodge and-

A deafening shot rings out, blowing a hole just a little smaller than your fist through the front of his helmet. You turn around to see Beatrice crouching in the scorched remains of the elevator floor, pistol clutched in her right hand.
"Looks like you needed the help."

"Couldn't you have done that quieter?"

"Uh...no? It's a gun. My bullets explode half the time."

"This is bad."

"Thank you, Beatrice," the witch says. "Oh it was no problem, Orion. It's always nice to see you so grateful."

"Now's not the time! Everyone will have heard that!"

Abe drops down beside her, the elevator-cage rocking as he does so.
"I don't think this thing is safe anymore. It'd be best if we continued on foot."

You're standing in a short metal corridor, the only other features being a second set of elevator doors beside you and a small door set in the far end with the sign 'UPPER FIRECRAFTING. CERTIFIED PERSONNEL ONLY'.
Hopefully the majority of the tower's security will be up dealing with Shipments. But whoever is still down here will be coming along to investigate that gunshot any moment now.


>You can still use this elevator to go down the rest of the way. It'll probably hold together and speed is of the essence right now.

>Use the second elevator to go down. You'll have to wait to call it back from whereever it is right now though.

>Go through the door and into the Firecrafting Works proper. You can still do this without unnecessary fights.

>Shouldn't this whole place be filled with the green flame? It's time to go in with righteous hearts and guns blazing. Set it all aflame!

>Other (Specify)

>>2001944
>Pick up the guard's weapon (or at least give it to Abe)
>Go through the door and into the Firecrafting Works proper. You can still do this without unnecessary fights.

>>2001946
This

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And I'm off for the night. The thread will resume whenever I wake up!

>>2001944
>>Use the second elevator to go down. You'll have to wait to call it back from whereever it is right now though.
We'll fight and take the team that heard the bullet out.

>Take the gun.
>Take their uniforms.

>Sabotage the first elevator further, so it will fall if people try to use it. A trap.

>Send the elevator to a different floor so it's not a clue to where we are. Even better if it's a little-used floor. Best to not show off the bullet hole and blood too quickly.

>Throw the bodies down the shaft.

>>2001944
A tripwire would be really useful right now, but alas.
>Go through the door and into the Firecrafting Works proper. You can still do this without unnecessary fights.
>Let Abe study the weapon and look SLIGHTLY more like he should be here.

With the elevators such a huge chokepoint and all this greenfire, I'm tempted to just cut BOTH elevators down. After we take the sunshard, we just set barrel after barrel alight and 5/5 immolate up the stairs. Abe can carry up the barrels

We really should dress Abe up in the green tabard and armor. He doesn't have any armor, and we might be able to use the fact that he's now in their uniform.

>>2002041
Doable, but I think there are more than two elevators.

Also, the same effect can be achieved by trapping the one and taking the other.

>>2001944
>Give Abe the gun and uniform

>Shouldn't this whole place be filled with the green flame? It's time to go in with righteous hearts and guns blazing. Set it all aflame!

>>2002072
We don't have much in the means of trapping(fire delay of 30 secs), and we can't "take" an elevator. All our confrontations until now have been because we can't keep the elevator going downwards, and it will certainly go back up while we're getting the sunshard itself.

I sort of want to see if we can take one of those Splooge Throwers or whatever they are for ourselves. Even if it isn't fire it's bound to do something nasty to the normal rank and file humans, and the disparity in combat power between our little resistance and anybody who isn't Orion or Beatrice is really high. At the very least Abe can start pulling his weight, and being able to douche people with whatever vile shit they have in the scum guns would certainly help that.

As far as taking these guys's armor and uniforms go, we really want to be careful with the latter. Not out of any regard for nonexistent treaties or war crimes, but because we don't want to risk Abe getting mixed up in a bunch of people. The Sun Cult's thing of having red shit somewhere on them is a good idea.

Does changing the green fire into real fire require true flame that only a lamplighter possesses or could our little insurgent group also convert it with some training?

>>2002102
beatrice can do it, so...

>>2002098
>As far as taking these guys's armor and uniforms go, we really want to be careful with the latter. Not out of any regard for nonexistent treaties or war crimes, but because we don't want to risk Abe getting mixed up in a bunch of people. The Sun Cult's thing of having red shit somewhere on them is a good idea.
The tabard can be ditched after this raid, but he really needs some proper armor. I'd give some to Beatrice too, but she's too weak.

No one is interested in trapping the elevator, sending it to a different floor, or disposing of the bodies?

At the very least, we should make sure that the scene of the crime isn't apparent when they come to investigate the gunshot.

>>2002173
We need to take advantage of the chaos we caused, no more wasting time. The fire won't last long.

>>2002366
Causing more chaos, more casualties, will make it harder for them to catch us. Disposing of the bodies and crime scene will make it harder to track us. It will take time, but we can make up for it when the second elevator reaches us.

Thread will resume in an hour or so.

>>2003015
Good

>Go through the door and into the Firecrafting Works proper. You can still do this without unnecessary fights.
>Give Abe the armour and weapon.

You think for a long moment, all too aware of the time ticking away as you do so. What’s your best way around all this? You kneel by the least disfigured body and start detaching the breastplate as best you can.
“Abe, you need the armour don’t you? I already have mine.”

He nods.
“That makes sense but what about Beatrice? She doesn’t have anything more armoured than her coat.”

“I’m not wearing that shit,” Beatrice says. “Too heavy.”

Abe pulls the breastplate free.
“Right. Are you still feeling alright?”

“I’m fine,” she grumbles. “I’ve got plenty of powder, I can still take out an advance on myself.”

:Just do it quick.”
You stand by the door with your staff ready to intercept anyone that might burst into the corridor.
“I’m sure we got someone’s attention with that gunshot.”

“So stealth has failed us,” Beatrice says. “It was a good run.”

“Not just yet. I think we can still do this without getting into unnecessary fights.”

“I’m not going to be able to get this whole thing on time,” Abe says. He’s struggling with the leggings.

“That’s fine. Just the breastplate and the helmet should be a huge help. You can wear the tabard and the leggings over that and people probably won’t notice.”

Abraham works the helmet free and then sucks in his breath as he does so.
“Ah.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing. I just didn’t expect him to be so young.”

“What do you mean?”
Beatrice steps over to join him looking down upon the corpses face.
“Well darn. I guess they start training early.”

You refuse to join them. What’s done is done and no use can be found in sentimental regret.
“Let’s go.”

“...Sure.”
Abe shoulders the large backpack first, lifting the strange gun with it and passing his old rifle back to Beatrice.
“It might be best if I carry this. I’m sure it’s very dangerous and it’ll help me pass a little better.”
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>>2003392
You open the door to Upper Firecrafting and in doing so, expose yourself to a ferocious din. The three of you are now standing on a black metal balcony overlooking a massive facility that extends for hundreds of feet in every direction and goes down further than you can see through the smoke. Lines of flowing green flame crisscross vast metal mechanisms, collecting in pools and reservoirs before being dumped into moving vats that are lifted from one floor to the next through great chained elevators of their own. You can see straight down into the floors below as the Firecrafting Works are less a series of discrete floors and more a single vast and open cavern with different platforms at different levels.
Here, the green flame is distilled, diluted, focussed and perverted, all depending on what grade and quality each batch is meant to be. Small flows of water pipe down constantly from the ceiling, mixing with the liquid flame in most cases and cracking into steam against the most potent batches. Workers in protective suits swarm over each platform diligently under the watchful eye of the green-armoured soldiers. The sound of metal grinding upon metal, of the crackling of flame and the hiss of steam...it’s enough to have swallowed Beatrice’s gunshot. Perhaps it didn’t alert them after all?

“Hold up,” Abe says. “We’ve got company!”

Down below, on the next platform below, a small security squad is climbing up the rickety metal stairs that link one platform to another. They can’t see you from their angle but they’re still running up right towards the elevator. Their pace isn’t as fast as it could be so you’d guess that the sound was muffled even for them. They clearly didn’t identify it as a gunshot.
Still, their pace doesn’t really matter. The moment they see you, you’re all in trouble.


>Ambush them when they come up.

>They might be using the only stair but that doesn’t mean you still can’t descend. Just climb down to the next platform.

>Have Beatrice and Abe pick them off at range.

>Have Abe pose as a soldier returning back from Shipments with ‘guests’ in tow.

>Call out. “Outsiders! They took the elevator down!”

>Other (Specify)

>>2003399
>Ambush them when they come up.

>Ambush them when they come up.

They're naturally channelized on the stairs, would be ideal to hit them right as they come up that and basically bowl them right back down.

However, a bunch of assclowns falling down the stairs probably would alert their fellows to what's going on, so it'd be best to pincer them against the elevator if we still care about stealth (which we should despite an alarm being raised outside, there's a lot of fighters down here from the look of it)

Consortium Collective Effort

22/47

>The Consortium's next Collective Effort roll calls on the staff of the Firecrafting Works to help restore order. Roll 1d6. The first four rolls, including the one in this post, shall equal the amount they reduce from Orion's total result.
>Firecrafting Works receives an extra dice due to being bolstered by Internal Security.

Rolled 1 (1d6)

With luck when this roll is done
I'll have a big fat fucking [One]

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>2003508
check my 1

>>2003399
>Have Beatrice and Abe pick them off at range.
While we jump down a platform and then flank them while they're distracted by ranged fire

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>2003508

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>2003508

Consortium Collective Effort

>1, 3, 3,
>7

The unexpected attack in Shipments has deprived the Firecrafting Works of much of their extra security as guards rush to apprehend the culprit. Production remains uninterrupted but beyond that, disorder still reigns and the right hand knows not what the left hand does.

>15/47
.The Consortium chooses not to exert the Firecrafting Works in any way in order to keep production constant and consistent. Nothing else matters.

Vote called. Writing.

I will be switching back to quicker voting periods for the duration of fights like this one. No worries.

>Ambush them when they come up.

“This shouldn’t be too difficult but remember Beatrice, no guns.”

“Unless I have to.”

“Unless you really have to.”

“Then what am I supposed to do? Wrestle them?”

You pass her the runesword, still in its scabbard. The hilt is still a little warm.
“Can you use this?”

“Not very well.”

Abe hefts the spout-rifle like a club, the thick tube at its base making that a little hard.
“How are we going to go about this?”


>The stairs will channel them. Take them out there and you might even be able to push them off entirely.

>You and Abe can crouch behind the barriers as they come up and then come in behind them to take them out while on the platform.

>Lure them back into the elevator corridor to trap them.

>Other

>>2003666
>You and Abe can crouch behind the barriers as they come up and then come in behind them to take them out while on the platform.

>>2003666
>>The stairs will channel them. Take them out there and you might even be able to push them off entirely.

Oh hold on. I have to go into town today in order to speak to Centrelink, who seem determined to jerk me around in regards to my financial statement. I was planning to do it in four hours or so but this seems like a pretty vacant timeslot actually so this is probably the best time.
Voting will remain open until I return.

>>2003666
>>The stairs will channel them. Take them out there and you might even be able to push them off entirely.

>>2003666
The stairs will channel them. Take them out there and you might even be able to push them off entirely.

I have returned. Centrelink was intent on punishing me for missing an appointment I was not informed about, not only trying to cease pension payments but also asking that I pay them back a substantial amount. I resolved the issue though not without significant effort on my part.
On the brighter side, the 50 minutes I spent in the waiting room gave me the time to start reading a fantastic book I had been putting off You win some, you lose some right?.

Vote called. Writing.

>>2004192
Sounds like a good time. Glad everything got sorted out though

>>2003399
>Coming to investigate.
And this is why we should have moved the bodies.

>>2003399
>>Ambush them when they come up.
We don't want them finding the bodies and sounding the Firecraft Works local alarm.

>>2003666
>Lure them back into the elevator corridor to trap them.

Oh man, really? We're going to push them off the stairs? Nobody thinks the workers will notice bodies splashing and splatting into the middle of their work?

>>2004358
>>2004373
>>2004382

uh

>>2004358
>>2004373
>>2004382
>>2004389
dude what are you doing? you know that IDs exist right?

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>The stairs will channel them. Take them out there and you might even be able to push them off entirely.

“Take them as they come up from the stairs. Easiest way.”

Abe nods as he takes up position along one side of the barrier built around the edges of the platform, no doubt to prevent those with errant feet from falling off the edge.
“They’ll have to come up one at a time. Beatrice, you hang back a little behind us.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”
She holds the sword awkwardly, clearly untrained and unpracticed in such things. Well, she shouldn’t have to do much, as long as she remembers which end to hold away from her face she should be fine.

The first of the guards is taken entirely by surprise as he runs up the stairs, your staff whipping out to catch him around the neck and collarbone as he rises and causing his legs to give way beneath him due to his own momentum. Abe clubs him around the helmet as he falls and pulls him up onto the landing, rolling him back behind the two of you.
In the periphery of your vision you see Beatrice, runesword clutched tightly in both hands, plunge her blade straight into the helpless man who was now lying at her feet.

While this is taking place, you are already moving to stand at the top of the stairs with your staff held out to bar the way. The other three guards have had barely any time to react and the foremost is still walking forward. You drive the iron-shod tip of your staff right into his chest with the weight of your body behind it, all that force concentrated into a single point. Breastplate or breastplate or not, the force alone is enough to drive him back, his feet slipping on the stairs and falling backwards down into his two comrades!
This staggers them and prevents them from bringing their own strange weapons to bare as you give the falling man another prod, driving him and the other two he is leaning against further back in the cramped confines of the staircase.

“Orion, to the side!”

You recognise Abe’s voice and lean upon the railing as he comes down past you with his own spout-rifle held at the ready. He pulls the trigger, letting loose a thin but concentrated spray of some clear fluid down upon the three disarrayed men below. It collects in oozy droplets entirely unlike water upon the stair and upon their armour and even though their suits should protect them from whatever it is, it is enough to give them pause as they scramble back until their backs are up against the staircase’s railing. The man you had already struck collapses to the floor as his two friends stop supporting him.

1/2

>>2003690
>>2003782
Another two votes from a single different guy. What is happening? I know I'm late but should I vote?

>>2004418
You stride forward, driving your armoured boot into the fallen man’s abdomen as you do so. You whirl your staff around to strike the two trapped men two times each, knocking the ungainly spout-rifles from their hands. They reach for sidearm blades but you keep their hands empty and their minds reeling long enough for Abe to charge down the stairs and ram his shoulder into one of them! He goes over the top of the railing with a muffled cry, falling into a vat of steaming green flame. Abe grabs hold of the other one by arm and you assist him by tackling him, grabbing him around the abdomen in a bear hug and then, with Abe’s help, forcing him over the railing as well.

Blood sluggishly flows down the stairs above you as Beatrice executes the man you had left lying upon the stair.

“Did anyone see that?”
The workers below seem to be labouring with a single-minded intent, their heads bowed and their faces covered in protective masks that no doubt impede their vision.

“I don’t thin-”

“Oi!”
Beatrice points and you can’t help but frown as you follow her gaze. While most of the Firecrafting Works seems to have ignored you, the general din and the already stretched nature of security on account of the fire in Shipments serving to drown out this fight as effectively as it had Beatrice’s gunshot before, you can see more soldiers up on a high platform all the way on the other side of the artificial canyon that are pointing and gesturing at the three of you. They’re shouting but you can’t hear any of it over the hissing and clanging of the Fireworks.

“It’ll take some time for them to even get over to us,” Beatrice says hopefully.

“That is if they don’t mobilise anyone else,” you tell her. “I doubt that.”

>10/47
>The public manner in which you engaged the guards has reduced the disorder score by 5.

“Hey!”
Abe interrupts the two of you. He’s leaning up against the side of the stairway, breathing heavily.
“Look over there. Doesn’t that look interesting to you?”
He points to the single central stream of turgid green flame that goes through all of the Works, all other streams, vats and distilleries mere tributaries. The stream’s origin point is set into one of the far walls, a large grated tunnel from which the liquid fire slops out endlessly. And thirty feet above that tunnel, a thick door not unlike the kind you’d find in a vault. Seven soldiers stand at ease around it, arrayed in a casual formation.
“That’s our target right there.”


2/3

>>2004419
I forgot I had posted. my bad

>>2004422
>Stick to the walkways around the upper walls of the Works. It’s slow but it’s the hardest for anyone to reach and will avoid the most people.

>You can’t afford to waste time! Just run along the walkways suspended over the entire system. It’s quite visible but it’s the most direct route.

>Descend to one of the working platforms and make your way through there. This should make it hard for guards to reach you and will let you cause all kinds of havoc but you’ll have to deal with a lot of workers.

>Use the streams of fire themselves to move. You can swim through them unharmed! Beatrice and Abe can take another way while you’re taking everyone’s attention.

>Other (Specify)

>>2004419
Okay shit, I should have caught that myself. I guess my centrelink thing tired me out more than I thought. I'd appreciate if you all stopped this or at the very least, used different ID's to samefag.

>>2004437
nah I was distracted and thought my post didn't go through. It's my bad ouro, sorry.

>>2004429
>You can’t afford to waste time! Just run along the walkways suspended over the entire system. It’s quite visible but it’s the most direct route.
The time for stealth has long since passed. What do you think that gun sprays? Acid maybe?

>>2004429
>>You can’t afford to waste time! Just run along the walkways suspended over the entire system. It’s quite visible but it’s the most direct route.

>>2004429
>Descend to one of the working platforms and make your way through there. This should make it hard for guards to reach you and will let you cause all kinds of havoc but you’ll have to deal with a lot of workers.
Fuck the workers, let's be the most intimidating lead blocker for Abe and Bea possible to keep people out of our way and cause chaos as well. We're built like a damn offensive lineman.

Consortium Collective Effort

10/47

>The Consortium's next Collective Effort roll calls upon the Iron Duke to help restore order. Roll 1d6. The first three rolls, including the one in this post, shall equal the amount they reduce from Orion's total result.

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>2004548

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>2004548

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>2004548
Well shit

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>>2004562
>>2004575
>>2004576
wew

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>2004419
>>2004402
>>2004437
Sorry. Kept posting as I was reading. >Ambush was for the first post, >elevators the second. Hadn't realized there was more than one update.

>>2004422
>10/47
>The public manner in which you engaged the guards has reduced the disorder score by 5.
However, I called it.

>>2004437
>>Descend to one of the working platforms and make your way through there. This should make it hard for guards to reach you and will let you cause all kinds of havoc but you’ll have to deal with a lot of workers.

>>2004548
Roll

Consortium Collective Effort

>5, 5, 6
>16

The messenger cowered on the walkway before the great steel sphere that was the internal containment chambers that the Iron Duke spent nearly every hour of every day within, tending to the perpetual flow of pale flame upon which he had built his fortune.

"Is that all?"
The voice was harsh.

"Yes your Grace. Right now we have security teams investigating Shipments, where we believe tha-"

"What? Are you all fools? Isn't it obvious from all of this that we are being targeted? They are not in Shipments!"

A clawed hand briefly outlined against the white-hot glare pulls a lever set into the wall, a barely-used machine falling free in a haphazard tangle of cords and microphones.
"Must I do everything myself? I do not have time for this!"

>0/47

>>2004590
Aw shit

The vote is currently at a tie. Evens, the working platforms. Odds, the most direct route above the Works.

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>2004594
At least we got in with fairly little resistance. The hard part is coming though.
>>2004597
I've rolled many forgotten dice for you in the past and I will continue to do so.

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>2004597
I keep fucking this up. It's been a while!

>>2004599
Vote called for the direct route. Writing.

>>2004600
Lol you've been forgetting it since the beginning of your questing career

Iron Duke needs to die. Tonight.

>You can’t afford to waste time! Just run along the walkways suspended over the entire system. It’s quite visible but it’s the most direct route.

“Speed is of the essence. This way!”

The three of you run down the stairs and then immediately run up another set, grabbing hold of the railings to steady yourselves upon the rickety metal contraptions. There is a set of walkways suspended far above the main body of the Firecrafting Works that are mostly empty but are plainly visible to just about everyone working below, should they simply tilt their heads upwards.
Running along it and then down is also the most direct route across the bulk of the Works, a relatively flat expanse without the obstacles of fire and machinery. You’ve all had a relatively easy time of it thus far thanks to your prior preparations and what is paramount is not caution nor safety, simply time. The time before your hard-bought chaos wears thin.

Beatrice and Abe follow you without any question as you leap onto the first of many catwalks hanging above the green and black void below. Out of the corner of your eye you can see the soldiers who saw you ascending up to their own edge of the upper walkways but they shouldn’t have the time to catch you before you all make it to the fire’s origin. It seems like that those odd spout-rifles don’t have much range.

You are nearly halfway across when a hideous metallic squeal blares out loud enough to drown out even the Firecrafting Works below. You spin about, attempting to find the source of the noise but all you find are several pillars suspended from the ceiling above the Works, each one bearing a cluster of conical loudspeakers. The piercing tone is coming from them and in response, you see the workers below slow their production and start looking up.

“Oh f-”
Beatrice’s profanity is drowned out by the immense voice that rings out through the loudspeakers, harsh and grating and paired with a drone of high-pitched feedback.

”ATTENTION. ATTENTION. ALL SECURITY, RETURN TO YOUR POSTS. THE INTRUDERS ARE NOT IN SHIPMENTS. THEY ARE COMING FOR THE CORE OF THE FIRECRAFTING WORKS. RETURN TO YOUR POSTS. DEFEND THE CORE.

The workers below you start shouting and pointing as they see you stranded up far above on the catwalks. The guards quickly follow their lead and start to holler, the united bedlam of throat and tongue drowning out even the Firecrafting Works for just a moment. And then the security teams all begin to ascend, climbing up towards you to cut you off!

The three of you keep running. What else can you do? The guards around the vault door are standing at attention now, their spout-rifles arrayed out in a rough battle-line. Three of them also seem to be struggling with some sort of vast gun, something as long as a man and mounted upon a squat tripod that has to be physically manhandled to follow your movements.
It points up towards you…
1/2

>>2004643
“Watch out!”
You jump to the side as something tears through the bottom of the iron lattice that is the walkway, tearing through metal and causing the entire catwalk to shake like mad. You’re left staring at the thick metal spear embedded in the roof beside you, the projectile as thick as your arm and about twice as long.
A second of the great machines is brought to bear and fires, a mighty backwash of boiling steam blasting out from behind it. The second spear strikes the bottom of the catwalk again, threatening to shake the entire thing loose!

“Orion!”

Abe grabs hold of your hand as you nearly slip and together, the two of you leap onto a more stable platform where Beatrice is already waiting. She has her pistol out and is already firing, her bullets leaving searing traces in the air as they fly unnaturally far. One of the men manning the giant spearguns falls, several shots blowing through his armour.
“What the fuck are we going to do?”

The guards that were once patrolling the bottom of the Firecrafting Works are all still climbing upwards, several squads already spilling out onto the upper walkways from every edge of the room. And through the din, you hear the now-familiar screech of elevators as at least three of them slide home in different landings scattered around the cavern.


>Just run for the target before they can seal it off. Nothing more can be done.

>No need for risk. You’ll fight your way through steadily and safely. Have Beatrice keep the spearguns unmanned while you and Abe protect her as you make your way across the walkways.

>Unveil the lamp post.

>New target. Rush towards one of those big spearguns they’ve been rolling out and take it for yourselves. You could shoot the entire system of catwalks down with one of those, provided you have enough time. They’ll fall and ruin this place.

>Retreat.

>Other (Specify)

>>2004646
>>Unveil the lamp post.
>Just run for the target before they can seal it off. Nothing more can be done.

>>2004646
I like all of these except unveiling the lamppost.

Poor Abe and Bea, trailing around an utter madman like us.

>>2004646
>No need for risk. You’ll fight your way through steadily and safely. Have Beatrice keep the spearguns unmanned while you and Abe protect her as you make your way across the walkways.
I'd like to avoid getting speared personally. Also unveiling the lamppost while surrounded by rivers of green flame seems like a good way to set off an uncontrolled explosion which we might survive but Abe and the flammable witch would not.

Ouro, if we take out the catwalks, will there still be a path to reach the shard and retreat once we have it?

>>2004665
Yes but it'll be among the workers.

>>2004646
>No need for risk. You’ll fight your way through steadily and safely. Have Beatrice keep the spearguns unmanned while you and Abe protect her as you make your way across the walkways.
Have her ride piggyback style on us while shooting over our shoulder as we run with Abe behind us as well. She's a hell of a shot in worse conditions and I'd rather avoid slowing down too much.

>>2004646
>No need for risk. You’ll fight your way through steadily and safely. Have Beatrice keep the spearguns unmanned while you and Abe protect her as you make your way across the walkways.

How much Wick would you guys say there's floating around in the FCW right now? I bet it's enough for a hell of an Immolate.

>>2004646
>No need for risk. You’ll fight your way through steadily and safely. Have Beatrice keep the spearguns unmanned while you and Abe protect her as you make your way across the walkways.

>>2004690
If we were in the river of flame right now it'd be a ridiculous amount. A single barrel was worth 5 wick which makes an immolate strong enough to kill a man outright. The only issue is the limited range of all of our flame arts.

>>2004646
>>Have Beatrice keep the spearguns unmanned while Abe protects her as you make your way across the walkways.
>Dive and ride the fire, making use of the free Wick to burn down Consortium Forces
Bleed them of troops while we have a supply advantage

>>2004646
>>2004694


>>2004719
If this is possible, changing my vote to this

>No need for risk. You’ll fight your way through steadily and safely. Have Beatrice keep the spearguns unmanned while you and Abe protect her as you make your way across the walkways.

“Should we just go for it?”
Beatrice’s voice is rising, panic creeping into her tone as she fires again.

It’s tempting...but no. You bear the last and greatest flame of God, you have a duty to it that makes you responsible for what happens next.
“No. Listen up, you two! There is nothing here that we cannot stop! Just keep moving and we’ll make it!”

“What about those spearguns?”
Abe points his spout-rifle futilely at the massive steam-powered guns as their attendants reload and spray them with hoses to keep them cool.
“Another few shots of those and it won’t matter what we do!”

“Beatrice, can you handle them?”

“Uh...I don’t know!”

”Can you handle them?”

“Yes!”

“Then we just have to protect her while she does that and we’ll be moving all the while. Go!”
You look back to see the green-cloaked guards swarming up the sides of the Works. You have faith in Beatrice to shoot true, her gun has always steadied her hand. But can you and Abe really hold off all the guards that’ll reach you while you run? Beatrice can’t run that fast, she’s the slowest of all of you.


>Just go as you said. It’ll be fine.

>Pick up Beatrice and let her sit upon your shoulders. She’ll still be able to shoot and she won’t slow you down.

>Let Abe protect Beatrice. You need to get down there into the river of flame and ignite it. You’ll have nearly limitless Wick while you ride the fire.

>>2004743
>Pick up Beatrice and let her sit upon your shoulders. She’ll still be able to shoot and she won’t slow you down.
The flame is tempting but we shouldn't get split up.

>>2004743
>Let Abe protect Beatrice. You need to get down there into the river of flame and ignite it. You’ll have nearly limitless Wick while you ride the fire.

>>2004743
>>Let Abe protect Beatrice. You need to get down there into the river of flame and ignite it. You’ll have nearly limitless Wick while you ride the fire.
Ride the flames!

I don't know about this guys... On one hand I don't like our odds of just sprinting in a straight line while being shot at. And I also don't like leaving Abe and Beatrice on their own. On the other hand if we light the river and it flows straight to the shard it could clear us a path all the way to it. Lemme think about it for a sec.

>>2004769
Those troops are still going to be there after we claim the sunshard. We lost the chance the cut the elevator, but we can still bleed them of a good chunk of their forces so we're not completely flanked against the Iron Duke.

>>2004743
>Pick up Beatrice and let her sit upon your shoulders. She’ll still be able to shoot and she won’t slow you down.
Shoot a fireball into the green fire river. It'll make one hell of a distraction in both directions.

>>2004776
What's gonna happen to Abe and Beatrice while we're taking a swim? They'll be fucked.

>>2004743
>Pick up Beatrice and let her sit upon your shoulders. She’ll still be able to shoot and she won’t slow you down.

>>2004743
The vote more or less depends on how hard it is to get back to the door from the fire stream.

>>2004844
And whether we have range to support Abe and Beatrice from the stream.

Vote called. Writing.

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>>2004743
>Let Abe protect Beatrice. You need to get down there into the river of flame and ignite it. You’ll have nearly limitless Wick while you ride the fire

This is going to be so cool.

>>2004851
Dangit, missed by a minute.

Oh well, hopefully on our way back out we can activate our trap card.

On a different note, should we try to destroy the Firecraft Works? We're stealing their shard, but the Viridian Consortium is very important to Dis, probably more important than one of the other sinners. I expect that if we left the machinery functioning, a sunshard will respawn here.