Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>2235821

...

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>>2235821

The choice to stay and fight or to take what you can and run clashes in your mind as you and Sierra stand in your workshop.

Outside, a group of people, most of them likely vampires, are outside your shop decrying that you are guilty of heinous crimes against the City of Shirahoro and it's people.

You're about to open your mouth and tell the elf to grab a few papers and run for it when a crash from the front interrupts you. Sliding up to the door leading into the storefront, you note three thralls slowly stalking inside, clearing the way for the lieutenant that leads them.

They haven't seen you yet, but that will likely change in seconds. You grip the pistol in your hands a bit tighter, the urge to fight conflicting with the weariness in your bones.

Now what?
> Open fire before they spot you
> See if you can't see what the lieutenant is trying to pull here
> Run while you still can

>>2235833
>Fire at the leutenent and run like hell

tell serria to run while we shoot

>>2235833
> See if you can't see what the lieutenant is trying to pull here

>>2235833
>> Run while you still can

>>2235833
> See if you can't see what the lieutenant is trying to pull here

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>2235845
>>2235837
>>2235836

...

>>2235862

Nevermind, tie broken.

>>2235861
>>2235837

See what the lieutenant is trying to pull.

> Roll me three 1d100's please

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>2235865

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>2235865

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>2235865

>>2235872
Nice

>>2235833
Are we a hundred percent sure that they're thralls?

>>2235876

Yes. From your angle, you can see the glowing red eyes and the claws along their hands.

>>2235872

99 it is.

Writin'

>>2235879
Its going to be night vision goggles and shock gauntlets with Pierce attachments

>>2235833

Relaxing the grip on your pistol, you take a moment to collect yourself. In that moment, you motion for Sierra to start grabbing your blueprints.

You need to buy time, both for Sierra to grab what she can and for Goo Hwi to catch up with you both.

So taking one last deep breath, you open your mouth and do just that, "It's a bit rude to break into my shop, you know? Glass isn't cheap, and if you don't start explaining what you're doing here I'm going to have to get a lot of blood out of my nice wooden floor".

Silence follows your words, the thralls letting out a guttural growl and shifting as if they're about to attack. You're halfway towards raising your pistol when they suddenly stop and step back, parting before the lieutenant as he walks into the store.

You recognize him as the vamp who left the area when you and Dutch were scouting before the strike, though he's definitely lost the lady on his arm and is instead carrying a spear in one hand.

"As previously stated, you're under arrest for cri-"

"Save me the lies, vampire," You cut him off before he can get going, and you see him pause a fraction as you do, "I'm no fool; keep the act for another chump".

The lieutenant doesn't move, looking over to where you're peaking around the corner with a pair of pitch-black eyes. Strange, since you could have sworn they all had red eyes...

"If you're not going to say anything, then I'll ask you a question," Readjusting your hands as they grasp your pistol, you glance over to where Sierra is dumping your blueprints, including the ones for the golem, into your bag.

Looking back towards the group, you say...
> "How stupid are you?" Open fire
> "You've got a friend, currently recovering from being gutted, who has an obsession with me. Why's that?"
> "You've got designs for Shirahoro; what are they?"
> Other

>>2235921
> "You've got designs for Shirahoro; what are they? I want in" Lie through your decidedly not pointy teeth.

>>2235921
>"How far can you trust your allies?"

>>2235921
>ask about the lady obbsession and this >>2235924

if not both default to the link

Ask about our lady friend and about the designs

>>2235921
> "How stupid are you?" Open fire
Cut the bullshit, start the staking.

Do we happen to have our grenade launcher did we make any more test shells?

>>2235921
>> "You've got a friend, currently recovering from being gutted, who has an obsession with me. Why's that?"

>>2235921
> "You've got a friend, currently recovering from being gutted, who has an obsession with me. Why's that?"

>>2235941

Launcher is without ammo currently yep.

>>2235934
>>2235928
>>2235942
>>2235924
>>2235951

Ask about your favorite vamp stalker and what they're trying to do to Shirahoro.

Writin'

>>2235953
That's pretty unfortunate that we didn't make any more shells

If it comes to it we should try to Bluff our way out with a grenade launcher he doesn't know that we don't have any ammo for it

>>2235980
We haven't really had the time or the need to be fair...though we should try and make an alchemist friend to help us devise new payloads.

>>2235986
Being a vampire...he might actually be able to see down the barrel if it's pointed right at him.

>>2235986
I don't think he would even know what a grenade launcher is, didn't we make the first of its kind?

>>2235921

"You've got a friend, who's currently recovering from getting gutted, who has a rather unhealthy obsession with me. Why's that?"

The vampire just stands there for a moment, apparently thinking on it, before he comes to a realization, "Oh, you mean Rachel. I wasn't involved in that, so I wouldn't actually know. Although, if you're the guy who did her in like that..."

"Whatever," Looking over, you see Sierra throw your bag over your shoulder and give you a thumbs up, "I know you've got designs for Shirahoro; what are they anyways? Make a good sale pitch and I might even consider helping you all out..."

The elf looks shocked at your words, though she calms when you give her a wink.

Whatever response the vamp has is cut off as something slams into the back door. Sierra jumps back and you're about to suggest it is time to leave when you hear the distant noise of gunfire suddenly starts up.

"This city is having a change of management," The vampire speaks up, the sound of him beginning to walk across the room echoing in your ears, "If you're serious about joining us..."

Sierra looks at you, then glances over at the doorway to the shop.

The time is now to make a choice.
> Open fire on the lieutenant/thralls
> See what's busting down your door and try to escape
> Accept the offer
> Other

>>2236016
>Shoot and run, run and shoot.

>>2236016
>We said a good pitch. So how about you come and find me again, give me that pich and ill give it some thought

and during that meeting, we will have a magical mine set under the table to blow him to kingdom come

>>2236016

Ha ha, time for some antidisestablishmentarianism!

>Thank you very much, I think the management just the way it is.
>Open fire

>>2236026
This

>>2236016
> Open fire on the lieutenant/thralls

>>2236040
>>2236027
>>2236025

Thanks for the sales pitch, here's my resume.

> Roll me three 1d100+10's please

>>2236016
Make sure we ask for his name

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>2236041
"Well tell rachel thanks for trying to kill me, but im afraid i will have to decline"

Rolled 23 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2236041

Rolled 77 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2236041
PURGE

>>2236048

87 it is, Success.

Writin'

>>2236016

It doesn't take you more than a heartbeat to make your choice.

"...Yeah, sorry, going to have to decline. It's been fun having Rachel trying and failing to kill me repeatedly, but I think I like management just the way it is".

Not waiting a second for a response, you turn around the corner and open fire. Your first three rounds hit the lieutenant right in the chest, stumbling him for a moment as you switch to the thralls flanking him. Two of the undead monsters fall apart as you empty the pistol into them, their corpses falling to your shop's floor missing most of their upper bodies.

The vampire lets out a growl, his spear swinging up and getting ready to attack you as the surviving thrall follows suit.

Clicking a fresh magazine into your pistol, you have a split second to decide what to do next.
> Draw your broadsword, engage the lieutenant
> Unload your pistol again, try slow them down
> Open the back door and focus fire down what's trying to get through
> Other

>>2236069
> Unload your pistol again, try slow them down

>>2236069
>Unload into the leutenent and thrall, yell for serria to get back and retreat

maybe get across the roof

>>2236069
> Unload your pistol again, try slow them down

>>2236106
>>2236081
>>2236076

Time to go.

> Roll me three 1d100+10's please

Rolled 98 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2236111

Rolled 50 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2236111

Rolled 35 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2236111

Rolled 35, 81, 70 + 15 = 201 (3d100 + 15)

>>2236111

[??? ACTIVITY]

Rolled 10, 59 + 2 = 71 (2d100 + 2)

>>2236111

[THRALL ACTIVITY]

>>2236115

That's a 108 versus 96 and 61, Success.

Writin'

>>2236069

Gritting your teeth, you swing back around and end the last thrall's miserable existence before firing into the lieutenant again.

His armor takes most of the impact, but you see blood spray from where you managed to get shots between the protection.

The vampire also grits his teeth, a flick of his wrist sending you sprawling as the wall you were hiding behind suddenly gains a new decorative spear through it.

Reloading once again, and internally wincing at the fact that you're down to three magazines, you're about to tell Sierra to retreat when the door behind her breaks down, a thrall immediately swiping for her.

She manages to duck the attack, bringing her hand around and wrapping it as best she can against the thing's neck. There's a small crackle and a sudden burst of blood as Sierra pulls her now smoking hand away, the smell of ozone and burnt flesh filling the air.

A quick glance in one direction show the lieutenant getting ready to pull his spear free and give you another jab, with several more thralls coming in from the front to back him up. On the back side, you again see more thralls coming to box you in.

The elf looks at you, a small hint of panic across her face.

Now what?
> Focus fire down the lieutenant, break out through the front
> Focus fire on the thralls, break out through the back
> Retreat upstairs
> Other

>>2236147
> Focus fire on the thralls, break out through the back
Damn it Goo Hwi where are you!?

Keep the thralls off Sierra and let her set the jerk on fire.

Hopefully with as little collateral damage as possible... but hey she did use fire magic indoors before.

What is "upstairs" like anyway? Making a fighting retreat towards it might be appealing so John can position himself between Mage and the enemies, but I recall there's a window up there so we could get more thralls coming up from behind.

>>2236147
>> Focus fire on the thralls, break out through the back

>>2236147
> Focus fire on the thralls, break out through the back

>>2236147
> Focus fire down the lieutenant, break out through the front

He's the biggest threat to us getting away, and his spear is stuck in the wood right now.

>>2236147
> Focus fire down the lieutenant, break out through the front

HEADSHOT

>>2236147
>> Focus fire on the thralls, break out through the back

>>2237725
>>2236217
>>2236215
>>2236201

Break the ambush at the rear.

> Roll me three 1d100+10's please

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>2237845
lets hope serria makes it out of this, even if we dont

Rolled 30 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2237845

Rolled 23 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2237845

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Rolled 78, 74, 79 + 10 = 241 (3d100 + 10)

>>2237845

[SIERRA ACTIVITY]

Rolled 24, 42, 16 + 15 = 97 (3d100 + 15)

>>2237845

[??? ACTIVITY]

>>2237847
>>2237852

52 versus 57, Bare Failure.

Writin'

>>2236147

"Burn through 'em," Motioning towards the back door, you see Sierra hesitate for a moment, clearly not wanting to destroy your shop any more than it already has been. That moment passes as the next thrall comes around the door, the elf narrowing her eyes as she raises two fire-wrapped hands up.

You don't see what happens next, as you turn around the corner one more to suppress the lieutenant, but you can feel the sheer heat her magic gives off.

Which, unfortunately for you, causes you to flinch for the barest of seconds.

Your snap shot misses, the vamp yanking around his spear and only your reflexes keep the wound to a scrape across your shoulder as apposed to through your chest.

Both of you growl in irritation, the spear-user dropping his weapon altogether so he can tackle you to the ground.

He immediately goes for a bite, which you interrupt by shoving your pistol into a gap between his armor and pulling the trigger as fast as you can. You only manage to get a few shots off when the vamp yanks the weapon out of your grip and tosses it behind him. That, in turn, gives you the time to get your foot up and kick him off you. It's a particularly good hit, but you still manage to knock him back into the nearby wall.

Stumbling to your feet, the two of you stare each other down. You're both unarmed, though you know that he's still got his fangs and claws. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Sierra finish off the last thrall on her end and is about to turn back to you. While you can't see them currently, you know there's more thralls coming to help their lieutenant right now.

Now what?
> Finish off the lieutenant
> Leave now

>>2237875
"Its been fun mate, but its time to end this"

>tell serria to run, and kill the leutenent

>>2237875
>> Leave now
We're both unarmed and HE'S the undead fighter dude who can drink our blood for a boost. Time to run.

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>>2237875
Kill him

>>2237875
"Thanks for the name, tell Rachel hello."
> Finish off the lieutenant

>>2237882
>>2237891
>>2237893

Go for the kill it is.

Tell Sierra to run?
> Y
> N

>>2237898
>> N
We need the magic back up for when going CQC against a vampire warrior goes wrong.

>>2237875
> Leave now
Has it been 10min yet?

>>2237898
> N

>>2237898
>> N
Don't split the party

>>2237898
>Y

>>2237901
>>2237905
>>2237906

No it is,

> Roll me three 1d100+2's please

Rolled 8 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>2237913

Rolled 11, 23, 93 + 5 = 132 (3d100 + 5)

>>2237913

[??? ACTIVITY]

Rolled 55, 15, 68 + 10 = 148 (3d100 + 10)

>>2237913

[SIERRA ACTIVITY]

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>2237913

Rolled 69 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>2237913

>>2237916
>>2237920

74 versus 98, Failure.

Writin'

>>2237875

"It's been fun," You start, subtly going for where your broadsword should be at your side only to realize that it fell out at some point during the fight. You're going to have to do this the hard way then, "Tell Rachel I said 'hello'".

That's all the warning you give him as you charge forward, his supernatural speed kicking in and allowing him to duck your first punch.

You jump back when his claws extend and he starts swiping. Unfortunately, the cramped quarters of your workshop only work in his favor and you're suddenly reminding of more than one knife fight back in Airgrid as you've got more than one wound down your arms.

The vamp definitely knows it has the advantage, taking a deep breath with a twisted smile on his face.

You don't see what his face look like as Sierra shocks him, but you can tell he's not going to be down for long.. The elf knows it too, as she grabs your arm and the two of you rush out the back.

The sound of gunfire still fills the air of the city, and while you don't immediately see any vampires you seriously doubt that'll last.

Now what?
> Head towards the Dragon's Lair, see where Goo Hwi is
> Head towards the Main Bastion
> Head towards the Genovese HQ
> Other

>>2238106
> Head towards the Dragon's Lair, see where Goo Hwi is

>>2238106
>> Head towards the Dragon's Lair, see where Goo Hwi is

>>2238106
> Head towards the Dragon's Lair, see where Goo Hwi is

If he didn't show its for a good reason. so he probably needs back up like we did. Sun and the Genovese have a veritable and a literal army to defend themselves if this is the coup popping off right now.

>>2238106
>To goo hwi
check on what kept the master ninja old man

Dragon's Lair may be a bad idea guys do not remember how we almost got her head ripped off by whats his face

>>2238140
>>2238118
>>2238116
>>2238110

Check up on Goo Hwi it is.

Writin'

>>2238106

"We need to check on Goo Hwi," You can't help the slight wince, both at the wounds along your arms and at the fact that your shop is being overrun by vampires, that crosses your face, but you force yourself to keep going. Sierra looks at you with concern and hands you a roll of bandages she had the foresight to grab before you left. You wrap your arms as best you can, something you have a bit of practice doing with one hand, while she looks over your shoulder. By the time you're done, the elf gives you a hard look, "I know I know, don't push yourself anymore. But from the sounds of things," A fresh staccato of gunfire reinforces your point at this point in time, "The vamps are serious about this coup; we're going to need everyone we've got to stay safe".

"Alright, just..." Sierra sighs, evidently not liking the situation at hand, "If there's a fight, let me handle it. I've got plenty of mana and you're unarmed".

You just nod at her words, turning to give your shop one last regretful glance as you leave it to its fate.

SHOP CONDITION:
Infrastructure: ???

> You have lost!:
> 2 Ration Packs
> 5 bandages
> 2 canteens
> Heavy Cloak with Hood
> 1 Change of Clothing (1 With Sierra)
> 1 Good Quality Modified Medium Armor Full-Set (Chest Destroyed)
> 1 Good Quality Gauntlet Integrated Knuckle Taser (Left hand)
> 1 Concealed Dagger
> 1 Good Quality Broadsword
> 1 Great Quality Exotic Rapier (Electric)
> 1 Good Quality Modified Clockwork Automatic Rifle (Improved Action, Folding Stock)
> 1 Simple Quality Modified Pistol (Improved Sight)
> 1 Great Quality Single-Round Grenade Launcher
> 1 Artifact Tool Box
> 1 Ancient Grade Welder/Cutting Torch Multitool
> 1 Simple Quality Forging Hammer
> 1 Great Quality Set of Armorsmithing Tools
> 1 Great Quality Set of Fine-work Tools
> 1 Good Quality Set of Gunsmithing Tools
> 1 Specialized Translation Program
> Voltmeter (Simple Quality)
> Magitech Gauntlet, Integrated Datalink and Armor
> 4 Custom-made Datalinks
> 1 Security Headset
> 1 Unknown Grade Unknown Type CPU
> 1 Unknown Grade Unknown Type Targeting Suite
> 1 Unknown Grade Unknown Type Power Source
> 10 Tiny, 2 Small, 4 Medium, 2 Large Mana Storage Crystals
> 2 Tiny, 2 Small, 2 Medium, 2 Large Mana Conduits
> 6 Tiny, 3 Small, 4 Medium, 2 Large Mana Converters
> 4 Small, 2 Medium CPUs
> 1 Small, 1 Medium Displays
> 2 Harddrives
> 2 Small, 1 Medium Motherboard
> 10 Tiny Microphones
> 10 Tiny Speakers
> 1 Medium, 1 Large Antenna
> 5 Tiny, 2 Small Transponders
> 11.5 ft^2 of Insulator
> 18.6 ft^2 of Conductor
> 10 lbs of Scrap Metal
> 1 Deed to Small Workshop/Forge in Earth District
> Proof of Merit for Magitech
> Proof of Merit for General Engineering
> Proof of Merit for Smithing
> Proof of Merit for Electric and Wiring

You'll be back, you promise to yourself as you focus on making sure the two of you aren't ambushed while you skulk through the streets.

> Roll me three 1d100+15's please

Rolled 10 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>2238953
Fuck the vamps

Rolled 44 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>2238953

Rolled 22 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2238953

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>2238953
Rolling just because

R.I.P.

Rolled 47, 91 = 138 (2d100)

>>2238969

59 hmm...

Let's see what the dice say...

>>2238953

Moving through the empty streets, its rather obvious that neither you nor Sierra are taking the... changes... the Earth District has taken. You imagine the residents are hunkered down in their homes, as the ones you pass have clearly been barred as best as the owners can.

Other than that, the trip is uneventful until you see Goo Hwi himself fly out of a side street onto the main road you were about to dark across. The old man is practically covered in blood, most of it not his own you can tell, and is breathing a bit hard.

The reasons for both of these conditions become immediately evident as at least a dozen thralls pour out of the side street, being led by a vampire lieutenant who, from the heavy bracers she's wearing, is also a martial artist.

Sierra glances at you from the corner of her eye, clearly deciding between running to Goo Hwi's aid and fighting the group off, or risking an escape.

Your back chooses that exact moment to act up, the first drops of rain hitting your skin seconds later. The burning sensation sets your teeth on edge and your magic thrums in your veins, just begging to be released.

Now what?
> Hit the vamps hard and fast, try to kill them all
> Hit the vamps hard and fast, give Goo Hwi the chance to escape with you
> Call Goo Hwi to you, cover him while he escapes
> Other

>>2239064
>> Hit the vamps hard and fast, give Goo Hwi the chance to escape with you

>>2239064
>> Hit the vamps hard and fast, give Goo Hwi the chance to escape with you

>>2239096
>>2239070

In and out it is.

Use Adrenaline Surge?
> Y
> N

>>2239151
Y
better safe than sorry

>>2239151
y

>>2239153
>>2239154

Rip and tear.

> Roll me three 2d100+5's please

Rolled 29 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2239162

Rolled 19, 85, 51 + 10 = 165 (3d100 + 10)

>>2239162

[SIERRA ACTIVITY]

Rolled 95, 39, 71 + 15 = 220 (3d100 + 15)

>>2239162

[GOO HWI ACTIVITY]

Rolled 21, 1, 45 + 10 = 77 (3d100 + 10)

>>2239162

[??? ACTIVITY]

Rolled 42 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2239162
UNTIL IT IS DONE

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>2239162

Rolled 5 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2239162

Rolled 53, 15 + 5 = 73 (2d100 + 5)

>>2239162

Rolled 86, 9 + 5 = 100 (2d100 + 5)

>>2239162
I'm dumb how did I not read the number of dice right.

Rolled 76, 85 + 5 = 166 (2d100 + 5)

>>2239162

>>2239858

Considering what the rolls are, you literally would have had to roll two 1's in a row to fail.

Writin'

>>2239064

Unconsciously, you relax as your magic flows through your veins, smoke already slowly coming out of the corners of your eyes.

"We'll hit them as hard as we can, then run for it," Your voice is even, despite the fact that your body is practically baying for blood, "I'll help the old man with the lieutenant, can you torch all the thralls?"

"I can," Sierra look at you nervously, clearly not comfortable with your magic still, but nods non the less, "But, even with all this, I'm probably going to get kicked out of the city for using fire magic in it, you know that right?"

You frown at her words, not liking the thought of that happening, "Worst comes to worst, I'll owe Sun a massive favor. For now, just focus on keeping collateral damage to a minimum".

With that, you take off down the street in a dead sprint. Up ahead, Goo Hwi blocks a vicious kick that would have hit his head, retaliating with an uppercut that the lady vamp nimbly dodges.

Your magically enhanced run is interrupted as you're almost thrown off your feet as Sierra's magic flares and all twelve thralls are simply engulfed in flame.

Recovering quickly enough, you sadly have already lost the element of surprise as the lieutenant is able to avoid your attempted knock out punch. Unfortunately for her, she now has both you and the old man to take care of and, despite the fact that you're no where near his level, you make sure your attacks come from the side.

Out flanked and out numbered, the lieutenant desperately lunges for Goo Hwi in an attempt to bite him, only for the old man to punch through her chest before hitting her with the hardest left hook you've ever seen.

The vamp falls to the ground, her chest pulped and her head unrecognizable from the attack.

Letting out a ragged breath, you look over to the other side of the street to where there's barely ashes left of the thralls. Gods damn can Sierra cast spells...

"John," Goo Hwi speaks up, nodding to you with a tired smile, "Good to see you alive. Not that I mind the assistance, but Sierra's message said that you were at your shop".

"It was overrun," Motioning for him to walk with you, the two of you approach where the elf is jogging over to you, "Sierra and I got what we could before we had to leave, but it wasn't much; mostly my designs and the like, but I wasn't able to bring along any weapons or gear".

"That's unfortunate, but you lived and that is what is important. Now, where are we going from here?"

Your response?
> "Dragon's Lair; it's the closest nearby, and I imagine Gang Ryong is wondering what is going on"
> "The Main Bastion; I need to get in contact with Sun, make sure he's okay, and then start working with the Daimyo to fix this mess"
> "Genovese HQ; Dutch is probably fine, but I owe one of them an upgrade to his sword and with that they should be able to start tearing the vamps apart"

The main Bastion

>>2240199
Bastion sounds good

>>2240228
Although stopping by dragon lair at least to check on gang and maybe let him tend to Goo would be advisable

>>2240199
> "The Main Bastion; I need to get in contact with Sun, make sure he's okay, and then start working with the Daimyo to fix this mess"
>>2240230
Thought he came out of that without a scratch?

>>2240199
The main bastion

>>2240199
> "The Main Bastion; I need to get in contact with Sun, make sure he's okay, and then start working with the Daimyo to fix this mess"

>>2240199
>> "Dragon's Lair; it's the closest nearby, and I imagine Gang Ryong is wondering what is going on"

>>2240199
>> "The Main Bastion; I need to get in contact with Sun, make sure he's okay, and then start working with the Daimyo to fix this mess"

>>2240199
Bastion

>>2242173
>>2240900
>>2240392
>>2240316
>>2240249
>>2240236
>>2240230
>>2240214

Main Bastion it is.

Stop by the Inn first?
> Y
> N

>>2242617
Stop by the inn real quick 15 minutes tops

>>2242617
>> N
Gang Ryong should hopefully be ok on his own. Technically speaking us three are civilians, so I want to get to safety as quick as possible.

>>2242617
>> Y

>>2242617
>Y

>grab gong

that guy is murder perfected but not aged like goo, so we need all the help we can get when we go to sun

>>2242617
Y

>>2242617
>> Y

>>2242635
>>2242646
>>2242648
>>2242696
>>2242711

Stop by it is.

Writin'

>>2242733
They just fucking killed Sun

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>>2240199

"How was the Inn when you left it, Goo Hwi?" Thinking about your options, the place is close enough that you can stop by, "I want to head over to the Bastion and make sure Sun and the guard are holding their own, but we should stop by if we can".

"Gang Ryong is holding the building without an issue, but a lot of people who weren't able to get back to their homes when the fighting started and those who were injured are taking shelter there," The old man strokes his chin while he leads you and Sierra back towards the Inn.

"It is safe, right?" The elf speaks up after a few moments of silence.

Goo Hwi nods, "For now it is. The inn staff were trying to keep everyone as calm as possible when I left, so hopefully things are still peaceful when we arrive".

The next several minutes are tense, as the three of you are all on edge about the prospect of getting ambushed while navigating the streets.

Thankfully, that fear is mostly unfounded as you make it to the Dragon's Lair Inn without a problem. The building is still intact, if a bit damaged on the outside, which is good; the reason for its current status rather evident as Gang Ryong patrols around the perimeter.

You're a bit impressed with the sheer amount of thralls that litter the area around the Inn, their bodies display brutal yet precise blows that took them out.

"Goo Hwi, you're back," The young man says as he looks the old man, then you and Sierra, over. His voice and face are set in a firmly neutral expression, though you don't really sense any malice directed towards you, "John, Sierra, good to see both of you".

You want to trade some small talk with the young man, but he immediately walks off without another word so you continue inside.

The restaurant area has been transformed into a triage area, with Yerin and Chohyang assisting where they can. The old man must have been helping them earlier, as he quickly heads over to rejoin them, leaving you and Sierra to decide what to do next.

Now what? (Choose one, each action will take 5 mins)
> Talk to Yerin and Chohyang, see if you can get your wounds checked
> Talk to Sierra, ask her to send a message out to Sun so he expects you
> Talk to Gang Ryong, see if he has any insight about the general situation
> Talk to the few Daimyo guards here, see if they know how the rest of the guard are doing
> Other

>>2242989
>> Talk to Sierra, ask her to send a message out to Sun so he expects you

>>2242989
>Get a message to the boss man

and talk to the damyo guards

Send a message to Sun and Dutch get patched up and then go

>>2243131
This, we need to check in on our childhood friend

>>2242989
>> Talk to Sierra, ask her to send a message out to Sun so he expects you

>>2242989
> Talk to Sierra, ask her to send a message out to Sun so he expects you

>>2242989
>See if you can get patched up
>Call for a general meeting with anyone who has time to spare, share as much intel as we can and coordinate efforts

Make sure everyone knows what's up and why. Is this inn a good defensible location. We are leaving, should we direct survivors here or tell them to go somewhere else? Are there enough defenders to hold a perimeter and how many more civilians can they take on?

>>2242999
>>2243045
>>2243131
>>2243170
>>2243179
>>2243966
>>2244854

Looks like the consensus is get a message out to Sun and Dutch, then talk to the guards to figure out what's going on.

Writin'

>>2242989

Guiding yourself and Sierra over to a quiet corner, you politely whisper for the elf to get a message out to Sun and Dutch, to let them know you're alright, and to tell Sun specifically that he should expect you to make it to the Main Bastion within the next thirty or so minutes.

She just tiredly nods, trying to make herself as comfortable as she can manage before slipping unconscious. You give her a tight hug before she does, though you regretfully have to pull away. As much as you'd enjoy snuggling up to the elf for the next several minutes, you still have work to do.

With that, you walk over to where a lightly wounded guard is ordering around a few of his men, alternating between having them watch the perimeter and help the ladies with treating the wounded.

The guard Sargent turns to look you over as you approach, clearly eyeing the bloody bandages that wrap around your arms, "Another one, huh? Well, you're still on your feet and you ain't swayin' so head over there," He motions towards a group of survivors sitting around, looking bored, "If you start to feel worse, let us know. For now, we need to deal with the ones with worse wounds first".

"I'm not here for treatment... sir," You trail off a bit, unsure how exactly to phrase your question.

"Then wha-" The Sargent pauses for a moment, looking at your face intently, "Have I seen you around, kid?"

"Probably; I've been working at the Main Bastion for a while now as an independent contractor," Shrugging at his slightly confused face, you just motion towards the Fire District, "Councilor Sun is my boss, kind of".

"Oh," He steps back a hair, a neutral expression crossing his face, "Never interacted much with the man, but he could be worse; especially for a paper pusher".

You try not to frown at the comment, though from the body language of the guard, you can tell he wants to wrap this up quickly.

"Look kid, that's cool and all, but I do have to be getting back to work," He looks over towards where the next patient is being prepped.

If you want to ask him something, now's the chance. (Choose one)
> Ask him what happened when the attacks first occurred
> Ask him what the best way to the Main Bastion from here is
> Ask him if he knows if the Bastion is holding currently
> Other

>>2246823
>> Ask him what the best way to the Main Bastion from here is

>>2246823
>> Ask him what the best way to the Main Bastion from here is

>>2246823
>> Ask him what the best way to the Main Bastion from here is

>>2246823
> Ask him what the best way to the Main Bastion from here is

>>2246955
>>2246977
>>2247140
>>2247352

Best way to the Bastion it is.

Writin'

>>2246823

"Do you know any discrete roads through the Fire District?" It takes you a few seconds to settle on a question, but you decide that a safe passage there is the most important of them, "Or at least one that'll get me to the Main Bastion without an issue".

"Why would you... Ah, whatever. I'll let you know, just tell the boys over there that we're holding here until the danger passes".

With that, the Sargent describes a few back alleys and hidden short cuts that run within the Fire District. Given how reluctant he sounds giving you this information, you figure these a probably the routes the guards take when they want to goof off. With a thanks, and a promise to keep your mouth shut, you leave the guard and head back over to Sierra.

You end up sitting down next to the napping elf and wait for her to finish sending the messages for a few minutes.

Eventually, Sierra comes to with a start, blinking wearily at you as she sits upright from where she was leaning against your shoulder.

"No problems?" Helping her to her feet, you quietly ask as you pull your bag around your shoulders.

"None," Is her equally quiet response.

Glancing over, you note that Goo Hwi has managed to get most of the blood on his hands and arms off and is helping out Yerin as she compresses a particularly nasty wound.

You'd like to bring the old man along with you, he'll be extremely helpful if you run into trouble, but if the Inn gets attacked while you're away he'll be helpful here too...

Your choice?
> Ask Goo Hwi to join you
> Leave Goo Hwi here

>>2248229
Ask Sierra if she wants to stay back with Goo and Gang, considering how exhausted she seems. This is probably the safest place for her after all.

>>2248229
>Leave Goo Hwi here
Altough Gang maybe enough to guard the civilians, he's still only one man.
>>2248232
Supporting. Altough she WILL try to argue about us going alone.

>>2248229
let's go solo

>>2248232
>supporting

and if that fails, kiss her and use the resulting confusion to bombard her with reasons why she should stay.

then leave quickly while she is trying to form an argument

>>2248232
>>2248241
>>2248269
>>2248272

Attempt solo it is.

> Roll me three 1d100's please

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>2248282

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>2248282

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>2248282

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>2248282
We could've been great

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>2248282

>>2248291

58, not going to cut it.

Writin'

>>2248229

No, if something occurs the people here will need Goo Hwi here beat the shit out of those undead freaks.

With that decided, you turn back to Sierra and are about to ask her if she's ready to go when you feel a slight pang of guilt hit you in the gut. You've never seen the elf push herself to her limit, but from what you can see she is swiftly approaching that; her green eyes are dark and dull, clearly showing off her fatigue better than anything else.

You're about to open your mouth to recommend that she stay here and rest when a small spark surges back into her eyes.

Actually, it was really more her hand, as she gives you a light poke that stings enough to get the point across, "Oh no, John, I know that look. You're unarmed and slightly injured; I'm not going to sit around here and wait to see if you'll be coming back alive".

With a bit of a sigh, you decide to drop things there, instead motioning her to follow you as you walk outside, "Be honest with me, Sierra, how much more can you do until you're at your limit?"

"If it's a sustained flame or a large fireball like what I've done previously, two more spells like that at the most. If its something small like a fire bolt I can cast a lot more of those," The elf shrugs, the two of you nodding to Goo Hwi as you pass the young man by, "I've been doing some training while I could since we got here, and its definitely paid off, but we're both going to need to rest at some point".

"Yeah, we will. The good news is that I got a route to the Main Bastion that should be relatively safe," Despite the fact that they're your own words, the distant gun shots going off in the distance, from both the Bastion and the Genovese HQ, don't exactly make you feel very reassured.

Slipping into the first alley you find, you and Sierra begin making your way to the Fire District as best you can.

> Roll me three 1d100+15's please

Rolled 3, 75 = 78 (2d100)

>>2250155

Don't worry about this roll...

Rolled 75 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>2250155
Im worried about that roll

Rolled 29 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>2250155

Rolled 48 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>2250155

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>>2250184

90, Let's see what you see.

I'll just say it was a good thing you made those silvered weapons

Writin'

>>2250266
Now im gonna be worried all night, thanks a lot senpai

>>2250155

Both of you make it through the back alleys of the Earth District without an issue; its when you get into the Fire District that you start getting worried.

Even on the route the Sargent gave you, its rather obvious to your eyes that there's been some serious fighting in the streets here. As you expected, there are numerous thrall corpses lying about but, unfortunately, there are also corpses of Daimyo guards scattered about with them.

It's unfortunate, but to be expected with a situation like this; with how hard these guys apparently got hit you're not surprised to that some of Sun's men bit it.

"Wait..." You weren't going to say something, but then something catches your eye that makes you stop, "Look over at this Sierra".

The elf walks over to where you're kneeling over one of the guards. She doesn't say anything as you look over the body, but definitely catches on to what you've noticed when you roll him over to the unveil the remains of a long sword that was buried into his gut. Following the direction of the sword, you both look over to see another guard who was clearly the owner of the sword.

"This was either friendly fire or... something else," Just to be sure, you look over the guard at your feet for any signs of bite marks; if he was bitten and the other guard thought he would turn you could understand why he would kill him, but you find no signs of anything of the sort, "Nevermind, let's go".

Sierra doesn't saying anything, just nodding at you. She doesn't comment when you snatch a slightly beaten up broadsword off the ground; right now your sense of pragmatism is outweighing your respect for the dead.

Worst comes to worst, you'll end up apologizing to the guy tonight anyways.

Several more minutes of walking in the disturbing quiet, only broken up by distant howling and gunfire, are passed, both of you a bit surprised at the lack of resistance you're facing back in these alleys.

That is rather simply explained when you get into view of the Main Bastion.

[1/2]

>>2250372

If you thought there were bodies before, the large, open street outside the Main Bastion is positively littered with them. Its not like they're just laying there either, as several guardsmen are attempting to move them out of the way while the rest are nervously manning three separate barricades that block off the main access ways to the armored building.

You're honestly relieved the place is still intact, considering how this night went it could be far, far worse. Looking around, you note the same curious mix of bodies on the ground; mostly thralls with a few guards here and there. The reason for the ones that have survived this long is rather easy to spot as even in the dark night, or perhaps because of that, the silvered edges of their weapons glitter slightly in the darkness.

Taking a deep breath, you turn back to Sierra to figure out how you're going to approach the very twitchy guards blocking your way when a black robed figure practically materializes next to her.

Instincts take hold and in an instant you've got the damaged broadsword heading for this thing's throat right after you interpose yourself between it and Sierra.

It also takes you that instant to realize that this guy is wearing a very colorful animal mask, which makes you pause as that is definitely not something you've seen vamps wear previously.

"Sun's expecting you two," The man, who after a few second of neither of you making the slightest attempt to relax pulls up his mask to reveal a rather average looking Eastern man underneath it, says as he raises his hands to reveal that he's not carrying a weapon. At least currently...

Glancing over at the elf, you see her lower her hand slightly, so you decide to pull your sword back. You note, with a bit of pride, that Sierra's still got her hands clear enough to cast immediately.

"Well, let's not keep the boss waiting then," Lowering your broadsword more, you motion with it towards the barricades.

The man nods, "Follow me".

The next few minutes are a bit of a confusing blur, as the masked man calmly approaches the barricade without an issue as you and Sierra nervously follow him. From there, you're taken into the Main Bastion proper which you note, with no small amount of relief, appears to not have been breached in the first place.

"Hwang-sama is waiting for you in here," With a slight incline of his head, the masked man motions towards Sun's office before walking, apparently having something better to do.

With no other option at this point, you reach out and pull open the door.

[2/3]

>>2250441

[3/3]

Inside you find Sun, apparently uninjured thank fuck, pouring over a collection of papers.

His work swiftly ends when he looks up at you and his eyes visibly widen, "John. Sierra. I don't believe I can explain how glad I am to have you two here".

"It's good to see you unhurt, Sun," Walking fully into the room, you pull out the single chair for Sierra to sit in, "It's hell out there; I'm glad to know you didn't get caught in it".

"Like you were?" The Councilor motions towards your arms and shoulders, "I have to say I wasn't expecting the two of you to make the journey here; what happened to your shop?"

You involuntarily grimace, a frown creasing your features, "Vamps overran it right after the attacks started; single lieutenant and a bunch of thralls were waiting for me when we got back. I did manage to get the lieutenant to talk to me, however".

"Really?" Sun's tone is level, though you know his lack of usual friendliness is just due to the situation at hand rather than directed towards you, "It say anything in particular?"

"It said this was a coup, and that they were going after the management of the city in hopes of replacing them," Leaning forwards, you take a quick glance over Sun's desk and note a few maps of the city laying out, "That's why we decided to head here first; wanted to make sure you were still alive and all that. But is it true Sun, are they really attempting a coup?"

The man across from you also frowns, sighing slightly, "Its true, they are in fact attempting a coup. I know of two Councilors that have defected and have gone to ground to hide from my eyes and ears. There were also several groups of guards who defected, but for the most part they were taken out in the last hour or so".

Neither you nor Sierra really know what to say in response; all things considered the two of you are well out of your depth here.

Sun's clearly trying to collect his thoughts, looking over his paperwork and rubbing his brow.

Your response?
> Mention that the Dragon's Lair has several guards and Goo Hwi protecting it
> Ask if his family are safe
> Ask if he's heard anything from the Genovese
> Ask if you two can help
> Ask something else
> Stay silent

>>2250306

Well don't worry about it. I mean its not like the dice rolled a 1. If that happened you would have found the Daimyo wiped out, the inside of the Bastion littered with bodies, and Sun barricaded in his office trying to hold off several thralls and a lieutenant.

>>2250491
> Ask if he's heard anything from the Genovese
> Ask if you two can help
> Ask if we can maybe work that trick in reverse, get some vampires to switch sides and legitimize them if they help us kill the rest.

>>2250491
>> Mention that the Dragon's Lair has several guards and Goo Hwi protecting it
>> Ask if his family are safe
>> Ask if he's heard anything from the Genovese
>> Ask if you two can help
Ask everything

>>2250491
>Mention that the Dragon's Lair has several guards and Goo Hwi protecting it
>> Ask if his family are safe
Business first, then show empathetic side.

>>2250531
Support

>>2250491
> Mention that the Dragon's Lair has several guards and Goo Hwi protecting it
> Ask if his family are safe
> Ask if he's heard anything from the Genovese

>>2250491
>ask about the gangers
>ask if this family is secure
>tell him about the dragon's lair

>How can we help

im thinking we can get a message with the gangers, and hope they help. If they dont remind them about the vampire's alliance with the gambon blokes, and how such a thing as combined assault by these two factions would hurt their business rather drastically

>>2250491
>> Mention that the Dragon's Lair has several guards and Goo Hwi protecting it
>> Ask if his family are safe
>> Ask if he's heard anything from the Genovese
Leave off asking how we can help, considering both us and Sierra are practically dead on our feet.

>>2250975

That's meta knowledge m80.

>>2250522
>>2250531
>>2250532
>>2250535
>>2250657
>>2250975
>>2251310

Looks like the consensus is that you're mentioning the Inn, asking about his family, getting an idea about the situation at hand, then reluctantly asking to help.

Writin'

>>2251376
They didnt tell us about that?

those fucking gangers.........

>>2251384

If anons picked Dutch and Sierra as the ones to wake up to, he would have told you.

Also, this is a test.

>>2250491

There's a lot of ground to cover here, as you have no real idea what is going on in the greater situation, though perhaps you should start with something that Sun probably doesn't know.

"There's an Inn over in the Earth District, called the Dragon's Lair, that has a few of your guards, Goo Hwi, and another guy who can do some serious damage there currently. We stopped by there briefly and from the looks of things they're mostly working on patching up anyone who got caught in the attacks and weren't able to make it to safety," Sun doesn't exactly look up at your, but from the way he pauses and pulls out another map you know he's listening to you intently, "Not sure if it helps or not, but the guards there wanted me to let you know".

"I see," The Councilor taps the map, you recognize the layout as the general area around said inn, "I'll be sure to let my men know if we ever push out".

Silence retakes the room with that, as Sun goes back into his thoughts.

It's your concern for him that you ask your next question, "Sun, is your family safe?"

[i]That[/i] catches his attention, "Yes they are. We were at my homestead when the attacks began and that is where they still are. I left most of my guard and Yeo there to protect them and the compound when I came here to aid in organizing the Daimyo".

"That's good, Sun," You do feel a bit relieved at the news that Jun is alright, "Do you know what the general situation is right? Have we heard anything from the Genovese? We could hear the gunfire on the way over here".

"The situation is steady, if worrying," Looking up at you, Sun motions around the room, "We've managed to hold the Bastion, for now, and the last message we received from the Walls stated that they were on alert".

You raise an eyebrow at his words, "The Walls?"

"Yes," Nodding, the Councilor looks over at a hand written note, "Part of the issue that we're having for manpower is that we [i]have[/i] most of our best guards manning the Walls. And we cannot afford to pull those men from their posts; if something attempts to attack our outer defenses while we're in the middle of this... internal strife... those outer defenses must hold. However, I have not been able to get a return message to them; I do not want to risk someone dying out there for a simple letter. As for the Genovese, well, after the Don left your shop last night I have not heard from them since. Of course, I am sure they are dealing with similar difficulties as we are".

"Well..." Looking down, you see Sierra look back up at you. Nodding to her, you turn back to Sun, "We'd be willing to help however we can. However, we're a bit run ragged from the fighting".

"I'd love to have your help John, and you too Sierra," The man looks both of you in the eyes one after the other, "But I'm not your superior here; whatever you do will be voluntary".

Now what?
> Ask what jobs he needs done
> Ask if there's a place you two can nap
> Other

>>2251410
>> Ask if there's a place you two can nap

>>2251410
> Ask what jobs he needs done

>>2251410
>Volunteer is my middle name.

>Do you have any potions or something to keep us wake and alert, otherwise we need to take a nap before anything else.

>>2251410
>> Ask what jobs he needs done

Maybe enhance some weapons with the fire glyph for the guards without silver weapons.

Whatever we do, have Sierra get some rest. She could help out with Sun's communication issues.

>>2251410
> Ask what jobs he needs done
At this point I'm sort of hoping he will point us towards where they keep their shiny trinkets and tell us, price being no issue, to make something that will kill anything remotely vampire shaped.

>>2251410
There’s a forge available, right? Maybe we could make something while Sierra rests up.

In any case, ask what needs to be done.

>>2251450
Supporting

>>2251410
> Ask if there's a place you two can nap
We need to recover while we can. It's only a matter of time before we receive negative modifiers and this is as safe of a place as any to rest.

>>2251410
It's nap time

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This is also a test.

>>2251604
>>2251575
>>2251542
>>2251450
>>2251414

Nap

>>2251421
>>2251452
>>2251467
>>2251477

Volunteer

Nap it is.

Writin'

>>2251410

"We're going to need some rest before we can do anything too strenuous. Is there any place we can catch a nap for a few hours?"

"I believe your cot is still around, if you're not so picky about accommodations".

With that, Sun points the way to a discrete closet down the hall which, as anticipated, has the same cot you spent about four months sleeping on. Finding an out of the way room, Sierra gives you a slightly dubious look as you crawl onto it.

Despite the lack of comfort from the cot itself, the elf finds a far more comfortable position against your chest. Wrapping your arms around her, she mumbles something before going out like a light.

Listening to Sierra's even breathing for a few minutes, eventually a combination of your exhaustion and the sense of warmth the slowly sinks into your bones causes you to slip out of consciousness.

> Roll me three 1d100's please

Rolled 53, 77, 37, 73, 19, 31 = 290 (6d100)

>>2254867

Ignore this.

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>2254867

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>2254867

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>2254867

>>2254897

That's a 28, not so restful sleep.

Writin' in a bit.

Oy. That's gonna be a bugbear for a while, huh? Hoping we can nix that eventually.

>>2254897
>>2254921
>>2254971

Let's just hope the lack of rest is due to elf butt on our crotch and not a nightmare.

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>>2254867

It feels like you've barely blinked when Sierra shakes you awake.

"Gah," Shaking your head to clear up most of the fog clouding your thoughts, not really feeling much better, "How long were we asleep for?"

"Hour, maybe two," Sierra shrugs in the middle of stretching, "Some skittish clerk was by just a minute ago, said that Sun wanted to talk to us when we woke up".

"Right," Pushing yourself to your feet, you wince as you don't feel much better than you went to sleep as. At least you gave your wounds a chance to heal a bit, "Let's not keep the boss waiting then".

With that, the two of you walk back down to Sun's office, who smiles in greeting, "Welcome back you two, I trust you both got some actual rest?"

You don't respond to the light verbal jab, just nodding your head, "What work do you need to get done".

"A lot more than you'd be able to do on your own, that's for certain," Pushing around a few papers, Sun pulls one up, "First option is to reestablish contact with the commander of the Outer Walls; I need to know that they're still secure. Second is to head down to the Armory; they were in the final stages of producing some of those rifles you designed and if we can get at least a few of them back here it'll greatly help our forces. Third is to head across the city to establish contact with the Genovese; I have a small squad that I can spare to send with you as you'll likely be cutting right through the force attacking them. Lastly is that Godo could use some help down in the forge, a lot of our smiths were at home during the attack and all but a few have stayed there. I'm sure he'll appreciate the help and I'll see what I can have Sierra do if you work there".

Your choice?
> Carry the message to the Outer Wals
> Bring back marksman rifles from the Armory
> Establish contact with the Genovese
> Aid Godo down in the forge
> Other

>>2255042
>Make the rifles

i think this should put our tallents to work at best. But plot says

>Genovese

>>2255042
Best use of our time would probably be establishing contact with the Genovese, seeing as they know us.

>>2255060
>>2255071

Genovese it is.

Writin'

>>2255042

"We'll head over to talk with the Genovese," Making sure Sierra's on board, you turn back to Sun, "With any luck, Dutch should be on their perimeter somewhere. If he is, we won't have to worry about any issues proving who we are".

"Good," With a nod, the Councilor stands up with you, "I'll arrange for the squad to meet up with you in the main lobby in a few minutes. If you have anything you'd like to take care of, now's the time".

Leaving his office, Sun heads one direction while you and the elf stand there for a moment.

"Well?" Sierra speaks up after a few seconds, "Anything you want to do before we go?"

Do you?
> Go talk to Godo
> See if you can't find the skittish clerk
> Go check on how the guards outside are doing
> Just talk to Sierra
> Other

>>2255103
>talk with Sierra
“What a fine mess this is. Is it too much to ask for no city wide crises? If I were a bit more egocentric, I would be suspecting myself at this point.”

>Let’s check on Godo.

>>2255103
>>2255122
This looks ok

>>2255122
Sure

>>2255122
do this, and we need a gun

>>2255179
>>2255173
>>2255162
>>2255122

Godo it is.

Writin'

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>>2255103

"I'm going to be glad when this is all over; I could go for a few weeks without a city-wide crisis happening," Sighing a bit to yourself, you motion for Sierra to follow you as you head down to the very familiar part of the Bastion that contains the forges, "Let's see what Godo's gotten himself into".

Considering you know the area well enough, it barely takes you a couple of minutes to find the forge your favorite angry dwarf occupies. The fact that it's the only one with activity in it is a rather large hint.

Walking inside, you find said dwarf in the middle of repairing a damaged set of armor. He puts the finishing touches to the repair and sets the set in a pile of other repaired gear, reaching out for the next piece to work on when his eyes firmly settle on you.

"John," His voice is rough with lack of use, though if you're remembering right he's not as irritated as when you first met him all those months ago, "Looks like you managed to survive".

"Considering my shop is currently in vamp hands, it's still a bit of a surprise to me," Is your dry response as you walk across the forge.

The dwarf puts down his forging hammer and removes a thick pair of gloves, "So, what are you here for? I don't have time to talk much".

Your response? (Choose one)
> Ask him if he can sneak you a weapon
> Ask him if he's got any advice for fighting the vamps
> Ask him if he's worked on your designs at all
> Ask him something else

>>2255225

> Ask him if he can sneak you a weapon

>>2255225
Weapon would be nice to see f he can spare one... we’ll return it later. Also ask how he’s been doing.

>>2255225
> Ask him if he can sneak you a weapon

>>2255225
> Ask him if he can sneak you a weapon

>>2255225
>> Ask him if he can sneak you a weapon

>>2255238
>>2255263
>>2255304
>>2255320
>>2255740

Let's see what he's got in the arsenal.

Writin'

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>>2255225

"How have you been doing, Godo?"

"I've been working my arse off trying to get repair orders done after some idiots broke my works fighting off a bunch of blood suckers, John. Now, I know when someone's trying to suck up to me; what do you want?" Despite his words, the dwarf only looks moderately miffed.

So, of course, you have to resist the urge to laugh at him. You only moderately succeed, "I'm going to be heading back into the fire soon; any spare weapons around that won't be missed?"

"Nothing silvered, that's for damn sure," Getting up from his stool, Godo rummages around for a bit before pulling a few items out of the pile, "You've got a bit of a choice, but you can only take one",

Your choice?
> Better Quality broadsword
> Simple Quality Pistol
> Good Quality Clockwork Automatic Rifle

>>2256845
>> Simple Quality Pistol

>>2256845
>Good Quality Clockwork Automatic Rifle

>>2256845
> Good Quality Clockwork Automatic Rifle

We picked up a sword on the way earlier. Do we still have it?

>>2256862

Yep, it counts as Simple Quality.

>>2256869
Was it silvered?

>>2256884

Nope.

>>2256845
>Good Quality Clockwork Automatic Rifle
More dakka!

>>2256845
>> Good Quality Clockwork Automatic Rifle

>>2256850
this>>2256845

we have some skill with pistols, but none with rifles

>>2256845
>>2256862
Changing to
> Simple Quality Pistol

>>2256845
>> Simple Quality Pistol

>>2256845
>> Good Quality Clockwork Automatic Rifle

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>2257940
>>2256980
>>2256954
>>2256852

Rifle

>>2256850
>>2256982
>>2256995
>>2257061

Pistol.

Rolling to tie break...
1. Rifle
2. Pistol

>>2256845

"I'll take the pistol".

The dwarf nods and tosses you the weapon, along with four loaded magazines, "Considering how little use these things get, no one will miss it".

> You have obtained: 1 Simple Quality Pistol!
> You have obtained: 4 Pistol Magazines (10 Rounds per Mag)!

You frown a bit as you glance over the pistol, somewhat missing your modified one as you adjust to the slightly different sights.

"Thanks Godo; every little bit helps," Thanking the dwarf for his time is about all you get before he kicks you out, muttering to himself about how his work is never done.

"...Has anyone ever mentioned that you know the strangest people, John?" You glance over at Sierra after she speaks up while the two of you walk towards the main lobby.

Her words cause you to chuckle lightly, "You know you're apart of those 'strange people', right?"

The light shock you get in return is entirely worth it.

Making it to the lobby, you meet up with the squad that'll be accompanying you for the trip across the city. It's a group of four this time, consisting of two spearmen, a rifleman, and a swordsman who you correctly identify as the Sargent of the squad. The four of them are definitely loaded for bear, as you note the shiny silvered weapons in their hands and one of the silvered bayonets you yourself made already attached to the Clockwork Rifle.

With a few quick words about how you'll be in the back of the group and a nod, the entirety of your group set out into the dark night.

> Roll me three 1d100+15's please

Rolled 16 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>2258634
Heeey, no whammy no whammy no whammy

Rolled 89 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>2258634

Rolled 66 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>2258634

>>2258686

That's a 94, Success.

Writin'

>>2258634

Your little group is almost entirely silent as you walk through the mostly empty streets. Occasionally someone will point something out or the Sargent will quietly order a change in route.

The lot of you skulk through the back streets of the Fire District, heading towards the Earth District. You didn't need an explanation to know this was a smart idea; the vamps quite clearly have a firm grasp around the Red Light District, which is exactly what you'd be walking through if you took a direct route to the Genovese HQ.

Still, you can't help but feel a bit anxious. There's still constant gunfire coming from that area, even if it has quieted down somewhat, you can't help but feel concern for Dutch. He's definitely not a field leader, but you know for a fact he wouldn't accept anything other than a front line position in a situation like this.

The bloody idiot...

Pushing that line of thought out of your head, you keep your eyes open for any sign of an ambush as you enter into the Earth District. Next to you, you can see Sierra following your lead.

Which is a good thing, as you're able to catch movement in the next alley over following along with you. With a shout of alarm, you draw your pistol as several thralls charge right for you.

> Roll me three 1d100+5's please

Rolled 79 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2259553

Rolled 7 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2259553

Rolled 64 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2259553

Rolled 10 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2259553
Also 89 + 15 is 104 you silly goose.

>>2259650

Oops.

>>2259616

That's an 84, Success.

Writin'

>>2259553

Considering the tight confines of the alleyway, it is a rather good thing that you caught the ambush before it happened. If you hadn't, you would have had to deal with three thralls in close, tight quarters.

As it is, you did catch it coming, so instead you simply raise your pistol and unload it into them. With no room to dodge, you empty the magazine into the undead monsters and one by one they fall to the ground in a heap.

Quickly reloading, you find that the guards have already taken care of several more thralls; you suppose they were the main ambush while you took out the flanking group.

The question is where exactly the lieutenant leading them is. Whoever it is doesn't show themselves, and your group continues on your way.

Entering into the Water District is a tense affair, as the gunshots are getting louder and louder.

The Sargent kindly asks you to lead the way from here, as you know the area far better than he does. It's a fair point, one that you don't argue with, and so you lead the group off of the main street.

Your choice, now, is where exactly you want to head from here.
> Head for the main entrance of the HQ, Dutch is most likely to be there
> Head for the back alley entrance, less likely to get shot there
> Other

>>2259681
Let’s go for the front entrance. Maybe we’ll be able to get in the rear of attacking vampires, too.

>>2259681
>> Head for the main entrance of the HQ, Dutch is most likely to be there

>>2259681
>> Head for the main entrance of the HQ, Dutch is most likely to be there

>>2259681
>> Head for the main entrance of the HQ, Dutch is most likely to be there

Rolled 66, 9 = 75 (2d100)

>>2259843
>>2259826
>>2259781
>>2259700

Front door it is.

Let's see how the Genovese have been holding up...

>>2259681

After a few moments of deliberation, you decide on taking the front entrance. Dutch'll probably be there, which'll help smooth things out, plus the people guarding the back door are probably going to shoot first when they see a group sneaking towards them.

Naturally, you don't go right down the middle of the street, you stick to the side alleys nearby. Within them you find several thrall corpses, each of them shot multiple times in the chest and at least twice in the head. Probably a Genovese patrol of some sorts.

Your sedate pace is interrupted by the sounds of intensifying gunfire. Motioning towards the rest of the team, you break out in a light run.

A few turns later, and you find the reason for the increase in fighing: the vamps are making another spirited attempt at breaking the Genovese line.

Right outside their building, you spot their main firing line; firmly entrenched behind a makeshift barricade. Another second of looking and you spot Dutch, both revolvers blazing into the oncoming attack. You can't hear what he's saying, but you see his mouth moving so you can assume he's helping to coordinate the firing line.

On the vamp's side, the thrills are practically throwing themselves in front of the coming fire, protecting two liuetenants who are in the middle of casting something.

Now what?
> Attack the horde, relieve some of the pressure from their line
> Attack the liuetenants, whatever they're casting you don't want them to finish
> Stay hidden for now
> Other

>>2260215
>> Attack the liuetenants, whatever they're casting you don't want them to finish