>>2772262
“I don’t want to kill you Ophelia.”

“But you would the second you thought you’d benefit?” Ophelia asked.

“I… I’d do it the second I felt I or someone I cared about was in danger.” Henry said.

Ophelia bit her lip and kept walking. Henry hoped she wouldn’t try to run off on him. Eventually she looked at him again, that sheer look of determination on her face. Henry hated to admit it but it reminded him of himself.

“The church wants you dead, most of the city will too if they know you were behind Ticky.” Henry said.

Ophelia looked toward the ground, shuddering slightly as she walked.

“The Dutchess wants you as well, the church has put a reward on your head and I assume the duchess has as well.”

Ophelia began to walk faster, as if trying to run away from the truth Henry was telling her. Henry easily kept pace with her, he knew she needed to hear this.

“You are half out of control and the other half is out of your mind. You are impulsive, but not evil, and I’d just as soon see you out of this mess if possible.”

“Why would you help me?” Ophelia said.

Ophelia ducked into a partially destroyed warehouse, Henry quickly followed, they’d arrived.

“I need your cooperation and assistance, and I have a few back up ideas as well.” Henry said.

Ophelia had her head in her hands and was sitting on an overturned crate. The inside was as bad as she had described. Though instead of chunks of the duke, there were piles of ash scattered about the room and a couple of bigger ones where Henry assumed the other slain vampires hand been. There were also several large bloodstains, probably belonging to the same vampires.

“Why do you want to help me, I don’t even deserve it.” Ophelia said.

It sounded like she wanted to sob, Henry respected that she didn’t. She was a lot tougher than she looked.

Decisions:
1. “Because I was an idiot once, and someone helped me out of that.”
2. “Because we can both help each other out of this, maybe I can help you control yourself.”
3. “Because you’re far too talented to die in a shithole like this.”
4. “Because maybe I’m not as bad of a person as I seem.”
5. Write in

>>2772326
>1. “Because I was an idiot once, and someone helped me out of that.”
>Just cause someone did stupid bad things, doesn't mean they're evil.

>>2772326
backing >>2772349

>>2772326
“Because I was an idiot once, and someone helped me out of that.” Henry said, more like admitted.

“I just, I wish, I wish you could’ve told me this before I’d messed up, I’d wished I’d met someone who could’ve stopped me, I guess.” Ophelia said. “I… I’ve had accidents before, n-never this bad of course.”

“I know.” Henry said. “I know what you mean, I mean.”

“Yeah.” Ophelia said.

Henry sat down next to her and the two of them stared off into space for a little bit.

“Just cause someone does stupid things, it doesn’t mean they’re evil.” Henry finally said. “I don’t know how much consolidation that will be.”

“I just want to create things, I don’t know why it always becomes so complex.” Ophelia said.

“You can so easily lose track of things.” Henry replied.

“Yeah. I guess God has a funny sense of humor.”

“What?”

“My captor is giving me life lessons.”

The two of them laughed for a little bit.

Decisions:
1. Try to find the ghiestcaster (roll 1d100, 25 or higher)
2. Look around for clues (roll 1d100)
3. Leave and meet up with the others
4. Set another meeting up with Ophelia
5. “Whatever you do, don’t you dare turn yourself in.”
6. Write in

>>2772467
>5. “Whatever you do, don’t you dare turn yourself in.”
I don't want to see that shit again.
>also, what's your views on necromancers

>>2772467
Backing >>2772476

>>2772509
>>2772476
Will begin writing

>>2772467
“Whatever you do, don’t turn yourself in.” Henry said, he’d never wanted to live through something like that again.

“I wasn’t planning on it, while I might be absolutely hating myself, I’m not quite suicidal yet, thankfully.” Ophelia retorted.

“I think we should shut Ticky down, or blow him up.” Ophelia said.

“Wouldn’t that destroy a large section of the town?” Henry asked.

“The explosion won’t be THAT big, especially if we can isolate him in the clocktower.” Ophelia said. “Least I’m fairly sure. Sides that whole area is fairly open, best place for a large explosion to occur, though it would completely destroy the clocktower I think. Which would be a shame, it’s a marvel.”

“Uh-huh.” Henry said. “We need to make sure we have some piece of it left, I do intend to collect the reward.”

“So you are going to do what, profit off the church and me?”

“That’s the plan.” Henry said.

Decisions:
1. “I plan on getting into the clocktower tonight, I need your help mapping out the duke’s estate.”
2. “I want you to help me fix this whole mess before things boil over, think of it as penitence.”
3. “I need to head out, meet me….” (set up a time and place to meet Ophelia)
4. *try to find the ghiestcaster* (roll 1d100, 25 or higher)
5. Look around for clues (roll 1d100)
6. Write in

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>2772751

>>2772834
Shit, I forgot the vote

>4. *try to find the ghiestcaster* (roll 1d100, 25 or higher)

>>2772836
well its sure as shit been found

calling it a night!

>>2772901
I guess that's that, then!

Rolled 36, 63 = 99 (2d100)

>>2772751
>4. *try to find the ghiestcaster* (roll 1d100, 25 or higher)
>5. Look around for clues (roll 1d100)

>>2773481
>>2772901
writing

>>2772751
“Come on, get up, let’s go find that weapon.” Henry said.

“What?” Ophelia asked.

“The ghiest caster, might allow us to put Ticky down really easy if we can get the thing.”

“It’s a proto-... actually, yeah, yeah it could work.” Ophelia said, trying to sound sure of herself.

“If you think it’s going to melt let me know now.” Henry replied.

“It’s not that.” Ophelia said. “It’s ammunition. It only has one shot left, and I doubt I could acquire more while I’m being tracked down by everyone.”

“Can’t we just use any ghiest?” Henry asked.

“If only it was that simple, no. They have to be selected specifically for the task, any old ghiest won’t work I’m afraid.”

“Fantastic, so it only has one shot left?” Henry asked, over to a collapsed pallet of crates.

“If we get a clean shot on Ticky’s aether heart, then it should do the trick.”

“Joy.” Henry replied.

Ophelia ran over to help Henry, and the two of them managed to clear the rubble off of the ghiest caster. The thing was badly dinged up but the glass casing was completely undamaged. Though the

>>2774682
>
single ghiest inside seemed to be silently howling in fury. Henry hoped that it would be more powerful because of it.
The thing never been human, a spontaneous blue ghiest. Henry didn’t know what sort of mental issue had spawned it, but it looked nasty. A misty skull floating inside a ghiest’s fishtank emiting trails of blue vapor.

“Check to make sure it’s all functional.” Henry said, before beginning to check the ash piles that had been left behind.

Henry found a few items of note. A couple of silver coins, a bent piece of metal bearing the royalty’s symbol, and on the duke’s corpse, he found a bloodstained, partially torn, piece of paper. It was a writ of ownership for a collection of ‘house-plants.’ To anyone else it would be nothing, but Henry was fairly sure that it was for a bunch of captives, probably from a body trader of some sort. He wouldn’t be half surpised if that same person ferried corpses. Of course, it was all guesswork. He just knew that the Duke couldn’t really feast on too many people in town without suspicions arising.

“It’s all functional!” Ophelia said. “Though I wouldn’t recommend anyone but me firing the thing.”

New Evience:
1. Nobility: writ of ownership – a writ of ownership for a grouping of ‘house plants’, similar to similar orders Vermillion has given me in the past. Might be for the transport and ownership of captives
2. Ophelia: Gheistcaster – seems the prototype is still functional, though it only has one shot.

Write in:
1. “Meet me at the clocktower this evening, and have the ghiest caster ready.”
2. “We need to plan this slow, I’m going to spend the rest of the day scoping the estate out, stay here and try to get that thing ready to fire.”
3. “I’m heading over to the church to meet up with one of my partners, keep out of trouble.”
4. “I’m heading back to home base, I wouldn’t recommend you follow me.”
5. Other (write in)

>>2774685
>2. “We need to plan this slow, I’m going to spend the rest of the day scoping the estate out, stay here and try to get that thing ready to fire.”
And check the wards, if we can't defeat ticky before he explodes, we could use the tower as a bunker.

>>2774685
“We need to plan this slow, I’m going to spend the rest of the day scoping the estate out. Gonna try to find that tunnel you mentioned. Stay here and try to get the ghiest caster working.

“We could use the tower as a bunker if Ticky explodes right?” Henry asked.

“It’d probably be the opposite.” Ophelia responded.

“What?”

“If he explodes inside the tower, the explosion will probably be contained, probably.” Ophelia said. “I don’t know exactly what would happen, to be honest.”

“Better than no chance at all.” Henry muttered.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Henry arrived back at the ‘inn’. It was as much an inn as the clocktower was a clocktower. Sure it preformed the purpose but it seemingly preformed much more. Henry wasn’t exactly sure what the clocktower was supposed to do, but he knew it was innocuous. That much was certain.

Decisions:
1. Head inside and speak to Larry
2. Head inside and speak to Johnny
3. Head inside and speak to Charles
4. Other? (write in)

>>2774901
>4. Other? (write in)
Check on rosa

>>2774901
Backing >>2774903

>>2774984
>>2774903
writing!

>>2774901
Henry went into the ‘inn’ and spoke with Jane, who had finally woken up. According to her, she hadn’t seen Rosa come inside. Larry said much the same. Henry spoke with him briefly about what the church was doing with the clock tower. He said that they’d set up a large runic circle of some kind which was pulsing with blue mana. Apparently a couple of the local mage guilds had been enlisted to help. He wondered if they would successfully breach through the defenses before the night had started. He hoped not.

Wouldn’t that be funny, getting fucked over due to the church actually preforming their jobs correctly.

No, it wouldn’t be funny.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Henry went back to the holy grounds for the second time since he’d entered Grutzberg. There were a few angels idly sitting on top of the wall, looking down at the people below. He saw Agla, the angel with the damaged wing, sitting apart from the others. He guessed every group had their outcasts. Even angels.

Henry found Rosa in the central courtyard, under a tree. This was becoming a running joke, and it had stopped being funny a long time ago.

“Hey.” Henry said, sitting down next to the healer.

“Hey.” Rosa said. She didn’t sound happy.

“So whats the news?”

“The news is there isn’t a thing any of us can do for a good number of them. Most didn’t exactly have sound minds at the start of this, but they had figured out it was an enchantment. They’ve pretty much cured everyone who could be cured… I don’t really know why I came back here. I guess I did learn the church has set up a ring of silence around the clocktower, so the chiming won’t be driving anyone insane anymore for the foreseeable future.”

“Some good news, thank fuck.” Henry said.

“Thank god.” Rosa said.

Decisions:
1. “What’s gonna happen to the others?”
2. “The duke did this, his whole twisted family needs to pay for it.”
3. “Cheer up Rosa, least nobody else is gonna bite it.”
4. “Toughen up.”
5. “So much for your church.”
6. Write in

>>2775242
Rosa, you should tell the church that the Duke was a vampire..so the dutchess or members of the household likely are as well. The priests can likely do somethings to just test. And they will have prisoners for feeding on. ( show the note). The Duke activated the thing and it destroyed him and is running amok. We have a lead on stopping the thing but no idea what the Duke's plan was.

>>2775242
>1. “What’s gonna happen to the others?”
>3. “Cheer up Rosa, least nobody else is gonna bite it.”
>>2775401
I think we should hold off on telling the church until we are done with our own investigations.

>>2775242
Backing >>2775652

>>2775652
But if we hold off on the letter for the "house plants" they might be moved before they can rescue them.

>>2775818
>>2775652
writing majority

>>2775242
“Whats gonna happen to the others?” Henry asked. He didn’t exactly care, but it did seem to be adversely impacting Rosa, which he did care about. He couldn’t have his healer like this.”

“It’s mainly up to their families, if they have any, but the healers cannot further care for them. I assume most will be given ‘release’.”

“Oh.” Henry said, that explained why she was so upset.

“Cheer up Rosa, at least nobody else is going to die, well, except… yknow.” Henry said.

It had mixed success.

“Thanks Henry.” Rosa said, scowling. The sarcasm dripped off her voice. “Can always count on you to cheer me up.”

“What are friends for?” Henry said. Fuck it, he’d already dug himself a shallow grave, might as well go for the full six feet.

Rosa chuckled a tiny bit at that. “I do appreciate it, even if I’m upset. I get you have your own way of showing you care. I just wish… I could do something, I feel useless. Same way I felt after I froze up back at Blaise. If I can’t help anyone I’m useless.”

Henry didn’t really have a response for that. He just shrugged and looked off at nothing. A bunch of the angels had flown off, lazily drifting over the city.

“So about the Duke.” Henry said. “Any ideas?”

“I know how you feel about the church, but they aren’t going to slaughter a bunch of people without reason or proof, and I doubt the nobility is dumb enough to announce they’ve become soulless monsters. Regardless, we ARE in a city, and there is a sizeable amount of angels, Henry. Not to mention all of the Cathars.”

“Now that that circle of silence or whatever they’ve made is blocking the chiming I imagine they’ll be able to regroup. No more wasting time on riots.” Henry said.

“Right, I assume they’ll be redoubling their efforts to break into the clocktower.”

“From what I understand it won’t be that easy.” Henry replied.

Decisions:
1. “You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, you haven’t done anything wrong Rosa.”
2. “I think they might be keeping captives for horrible purposes.”
3. “We might have to avoid them then, no point getting ourselves mixed up in more shit.”
4. “Any idea how we could benefit from this?”
5. “I am not sneaking into the mansion.”
6. (Write in)

>>2777165
>2. “I think they might be keeping captives for horrible purposes.”
We could use the captives to distract the church, while we finish what we're doing.
They go in and rescue them, which would tie up their forces.

>>2777165
Backing >>2777205

>>2777252
>>2777205
writing

>>2777165
“I think they might be keeping captives, for horrible purposes.” Henry said.

Rosa looked horrified upon hearing that.

“Oh… oh no.” She muttered. “Oh god.”

She clutched at her hair for a moment before beginning to pray, occasionally rocking back and forth.

“Henry, we need to do something, we have to help them, if they are still alive.” Rosa said, seemingly snapping out of it. The woman was frantic, and a bit manic.

“I don’t really know what we can do per say, but say we get the church involved, eh?” Henry suggested.

“How would we do that? We have no proof.” Rosa responded

“Couple of ways, actually, we get proof, we cause enough of a ruckus at the mansion to get the church involved. Or we blow ticky up inside the damned place.” Henry said.

“Lets… not… do the third option.” Rosa said.

“Regardless, we need to figure this out, I think we should sneak inside, maybe pose as servants, or bribe one of them.”

“You realize you would be sneaking into a vampire’s lair.” Rosa said.

She sounded a bit on edge. Just a bit.

“Yes, well, nothing ventured, right?”

“I… Henry, don’t.” Rosa said.

The woman leaned back against the tree, she looked tired. Really tired.

“Long day?” Henry asked.

“How… how do you just, keep going after all of this?” Rosa asked. “First New Haven, then Blaise, then the commotion up at Yorkshire, now this. How do you just, how do you handle it all?”

Decision:
1. “Come on Rosa, you need to rest.”
2. “I just do I guess?”
3. “I’ve had worse.”
4. “I wonder if Agla would be willing to help us.”
5. “We should talk to the bishop, or someone who could speak with us.”
6. “I’m going to try talking to a few people, see what I can pull together, alright?”
7. Write in

>>2777354
>3. “I’ve had worse. Much much worse.”
then
>4. “I wonder if Agla would be willing to help us. Just because she can't fly, doesn't mean she isn't strong or willing enough to help us ash some vamps, right?”

>>2777354
“I’ve had worse, much much worse.” Henry said, chuckling to himself.

It had been so many years now, he could joke about it, even if she didn’t know the implications. She was so sheltered in comparison, a twig to be broken in any situation in which she needed to hold fast. He didn’t hate that fact so much anymore, it was just so novel that such a pure soul could still exist. Or perhaps most people who made an honest living were like that. Henry didn’t know and was too paranoid to find out.

“I don’t know if I believe you.” Rosa said. “Anyone else, even a Cathar,, would’ve needed to rest by now.”

“Flattery will only get you so far dear.” Henry said.

Rosa looked at him for a moment, like she wasn’t really sure if she wanted to punch him or keep saying stupid things.

“I wonder if Agla would be willing to help us. Just because she can’t fly, doesn’t mean she isn’t strong or willing enough to help us turn some vampires into fertilizer, right?” Henry said.

“Who?”

Oh right, he’d never told Rosa that angels name.

“The one up there on the wall, with the damaged wing.” Henry said, pointing up at the wall.

Agla was still there, and had turned to look at them. Henry suddenly felt self-conscious.

“Henry, angels don’t need their wings to fly, they use white mana.” Rosa said.

“Figure of speech.” Henry retorted, trying to deflect from the fact he’d made a mistake.

“Why would she be willing to help us?” Rosa said.
Decisions:
1. “Just trust me.”
2. “She’s probably bored out of her god damned mind.”
3. “She was in trouble for acting stupidly, maybe she’ll want a shot at redemption?”
4. “Her friend was killed by Ticky, maybe we could help her get revenge?”
5. “Because angels are made to kill vampires and other foul things.”
6. Write in

>>2777436
>2. “She’s probably bored out of her god damned mind.”
>3. “She was in trouble for acting stupidly, maybe she’ll want a shot at redemption?”

>>2777441
writing

>>2777436
“She’s probably bored out of her god damned mind.”

“I don’t understand how you would know this, or why it’d be a good reason for her to aid us. We can’t presume to understand how angels think or feel!”

“Uh huh.” Henry muttered. “Look, she’s in trouble for acting stupidly, maybe she’ll want a shot at redemption?”

“So she’s been outcast?” Rosa asked.

“Not exactly, seems she’s going to be given another chance, it explains why she hasn’t been forced out of the city, for one. I imagine she would jump at the chance to redeem herself, and thus restore any lost honor or whatever.”

“I wish you would show more respect.” Rosa said. “I don’t want to have to kick you again.”

“Please do not.” Henry said.

Decisions:
1. Head over to speak with agla (by yourself)
2. Head over to speak with agla (with Rosa)
3. Leave the holy grounds
4. Head to a location inside the Holy grounds (Barracks, Church, Healers Abbey, Jailhouse, (write in ideas)
5. Write in

>>2777488
>1. Head over to speak with agla (by yourself)
> Ask Rosa if she is capable to heal Agla's broken wing

>>2777488
>1. Head over to speak with agla (by yourself)

>>2777488
Backing >>2777764

>>2777764
>>2777943
>>2778006
writing

>>2777488
“Hey Rosa, would you be able to fix Agla’s wing?”

“First off, I don’t think I’d be able to do anywhere near as good of a job, secondly, I can’t heal a limb that was blown off, I’d only be able to close the wound… I think she already took care of that part.”

“Shame.” Henry said. “She just looks like a broken bird with half of her wing gone like that.”

“HENRY!” Rosa said.

Henry ran off before she had the chance to kick his head.


+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Henry slammed the door to the watchtower shut behind him and took a moment to see if the woman was following him up the stairs. Once he’d determined his hide was safe, he went over to where Agla was sitting. The angel didn’t seem to notice him at first, but eventually turned her head to face him. Her face was still as perfect as ever. Her emotions seemed to be completely absent now.

“Hello again.” Henry said.

“Oh, you.” Agla responded, monotone. “To what do I owe the honor?”

Decisions:
1. “I need your help.”
2. “Do you want a chance to redeem yourself?”
3. “I think we can both help each other out.”
4. “Nevermind.”
5. Write in

>>2778769
>1. “I need your help.”

>>2778769
“I’m not going to beat around the bush, I need your help.” Henry said.

He leaned against the stone wall, trying to appear casual. The angel tilted her head a moment, quizzical, or was she just annoyed? It was extremely hard to tell, even for Henry.

“I’m listening.” Agla said.

Decisions:
1. “I have reason to believe the dukes family have become vampires.”
2. “I want your help taking down Ticky.”
3. “How have you been?”
4. “Why are you being ignored by the others?”
5. Write in

>>2778884
>1. “I have reason to believe the dukes family have become vampires.”
And that they have detained people for nefarious purposes.

>>2778884
>4. “Why are you being ignored by the others?”

> . “I have reason to believe the dukes family have become vampires.”

>>2778884
Glad to see you're keeping up with this again!

>>2778920
Good combo - i support this.

>>2778920
This

>>2778920
>>2778908
>>2778951
>>2778971
writing

>>2778923
I'm happy I have the time again

>>2778884
“Why are you being ignored by the others?” Henry asked.

Agla looked at him for a moment, before starting off at the city.

“Why should I even tell you, you wouldn’t understand, mortal.” Agla said.

Henry bit his tongue, he’d said something stupid, but he wasn’t exactly sure what. Nor did he know how he could’ve known.

“Actually, I suppose it doesn’t matter if you do know, I doubt a nonbeliever like you would have his faith shaken… I’m considered defective now, due to the injury I sustained. It will not heal, nor am I able to reform myself from mana. I don’t know what it is about the foul construction that allowed it to do so, but I assume it is the same thing that allowed it to pierce the holy grounds magic barrier on the night of its attack. I refuse to believe it could be anything else…”

Henry remembered his time in Blaise. If even the angels were having trouble now… none of this was good.

“I believe the dukes family have become vampires.” Henry said.

“Do you have proof of this?” Agla asked, closing her left eye and looking at him, the other glowed bright white with a large amount of mana. Her wings seemed to shimmer as well.

Decisions:
1. “I know it’s true.” (roll 1d100 to bluff, REQUIRES a crit)
2. “Not exactly, but I do have quite a bit of circumstantial evidence.”
3. “Bringing them down would save face with your sisters, would it not? It would also do the city a service.”
4. “I need your help to get that evidence.”
5. “Could I get your help for taking down Ticky? If you’re already outcast there isn’t much worse that can happen, right?”

>>2778992
>2. “Not exactly, but I do have quite a bit of circumstantial evidence.”
And evidence points to him ordering the construction and manufacturing of the clockwork abomination.

>>2778992
> “Not exactly, but I do have quite a bit of circumstantial evidence.”

> Enough to warrant an investigation. While your strength of arms is maybe what you specialize in, what we need most is for you to be an Angel and help us root out evil.

> You might be considered defective, but that doesn't mean you cannot still be useful and fulfill your duty. Even a broken clock is right twice a day. Even a broken sword can be used against the enemy, if that's what you have to work with.

> You might not have any hope left, but I do and I hope you still have faith in your duty and your righteousness.

>>2779064
>>2778997
writing

>>2778992
“Not exactly, but I do have a quite a bit of circumstantial evidence, probably enough to warrant an investigation.”

“You speak the truth mortal, or at least you truly believe it, hard to tell the difference sometimes.” Agla said, her eyes returning to normal.

“Right now evidence does point to him ordering the construction and manufacture of that clockwork abomination.”

Henry smiled warmly, he knew that second bit was a complete lie, Ophelia had designed that cretin completely on her own, unless she’d lied about that bit. She had tried to have the duke spare her due to the fact she could make more… but Henry decided to keep that fact under his sleeve.

“Look, your strength of arms is what you specialize in, correct? What we need most is for you to be an angel and help us root out evil.”

“An unwarranted attack on the nobility, without sanction, is out of the question, child.” Agla said. “Regardless, I would consider this limited sanction… of course the archangel would… hrm…”

>>2779104
“Hrm?” Henry asked.

“Perhaps she needn’t know until this is all settled.”

“Look, you might be considered defective, but that doesn’t mean you cannot still be useful, and fulfill your duty.”

“You know nothing of my ‘duty’ or ‘purpose’, but you couldn’t, I’ll let that slide, for now.” Agla said. Seemed Henry had struck a nerve.

“Look, we need your help, I’ll be honest. Even if you’re considered broken or defective, you can still be of use! Even a broken sword can cut the enemy, even a broken shield can be reforged. You might not have any hope left, but I do and I hope you still have faith in your duty, and in your righteousness.”

Henry again, didn’t really believe that. But it sure as hell sounded good.

“You speak the truth, enough of me wallowing in my own self-pity, I need to take some sort of action…” Agla said.

“Give me some time to think, return here on the marrow, and I’ll have your answer.” She said, “I have been expressly forbidden from interfering in anything to do with the monster, but I was never told to keep away from potential vampires in the nobility, so I could, in theory, lend you aid there. Regardless it would be a risk to myself, and I need time to consider.”

“I understand” Henry said.

He turned around and began to leave. He walked across the battlements, coming to the door of the tower that he had climbed to reach this height, and began to descend. Once he reached the bottom, he came face to face with Rosa, who quickly smacked him upside the head.

“Learn a bit of respect, for god’s sake.” She said, pouting.

“Ow?” Henry said, playfully.

“I’m being serious!” Rosa said, exasperated. “I hope you accomplished whatever it is you were trying to do. Considering all of the disrespect you show our defenders, at least something would be gained from it!”

“Maybe!” Henry said, stretching. He enjoyed annoying this woman, he felt the feeling was mutual.

Decisions:
1. Head back to the ‘inn’
2. Head to the Duke’s manor
3. Head to the town hall
4. Head to the dockyard
5. Head to Ophelia’s warehouse (come up with an excuse to ditch Rosa)
6. Head to the clocktower square
7. Other? (write in)

>>2779110
>6. Head to the clocktower square
Check whatever those church guys are doing over there.
Then
>1. Head back to the ‘inn’
Get everyone up to speed on what's happening and then plan our next move. Probably to get the vampires looked into with the Angel, then the Ticky detonation trap plan.

>>2779110
calling it a night

>>2779151
>>2779110
Backing this.

>>2779152
'Night!

>>2779110
>Mock the angel from a safe distance for saying 'marrow' instead of morrow.
>>2779151
And this

>>2779246
oof

>>2779151
>>2779166
writing

>>2779110
Henry began the short trek to the clocktower square. The whole area was a nexus for the members of the church, merchants, and all sorts of people visiting the city, though it had been cleared out by church order and by the events that had been transpiring over the past couple of weeks.

A few Cathars stood guard at all of the entrances fully geared for combat and fully attentive. Several angels lazily soared overhead. Unlike the ones at the church, these angels were fully armored and ready for just about anything. Henry felt severely intimidated.

“So what are we here to do exactly?” Rosa asked.

“Gather intelligence, obviously.” Henry said.

“Didn’t you send Larry to do this?” Rosa asked.

“Yes I did, but it’s a bit later in the day now, right?” Henry asked.

That wasn’t exactly the real reason, Henry wanted to figure out how trustworthy Larry was when it came to things like this, and how good he was at his job. For five gold he’d better be doing a good job.

There was a massive glowing circle of runes spread out around the clocktower itself. After a bit of time studying them it seemed like a VERY complex perpetual silence spell. The air seemed to be severely disturbed in the area, whistling into and out of the circle eerily. Nearby a couple of church officials were speaking with a man in a fancy mask, with a several steel gauntlets strapped to his back, along with several sharp swords.

Venser really did get around didn’t he? Perhaps he’d helped set the runes up, or maybe he was merely inspecting them?

Decisions:
1. Head back out, you’ve seen enough and you’d rather not get too involved with the church
2. Get a closer look at the clocktower
3. Try to talk to Venser
4. Talk to Rosa (write in)
5. Other? (write in)

>>2780991
>1. Head back out, you’ve seen enough and you’d rather not get too involved with the church
No more than already.

>>2780991
>1. Head back out, you’ve seen enough and you’d rather not get too involved with the church
Alright we've seen enough. Time to head back and plan this shit out

>>2781113
>>2781001
writing

>>2780991
“Come on, I’ve seen all I need to.” Henry said.

“Finally something sensical.” Rosa muttered.

Henry shot her an annoyed glance which she returned in kind. He hoped that her healing and warding magics would come in some handy. He imagined that the wards would be useful against any vampire or undead foes, if the woman didn’t panic. A bolt spell would certainly fry a single vampire, but if he got attacked by multiple it wouldn’t go very well.

“It seems that something has finally been done.” Rosa murmured. “I’m happy nobody else will suffer now, at least.”

“I’m happy I’ll be able to get a good night’s sleep without having to use wax.” Henry muttered.

“I’m happy you won’t forget share your wax.” Rosa said.

Henry grinned sheepishly and backed away as Rosa raised her hand to slap him, before lowering it again.

“Forget it, I’m far too tired right now.” Rosa said, yawning.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The inn was how they had left it, more or less. Henry noticed a much stronger lock had been placed on the door to the basement. He knew the silence runes would easily hold. He just hoped no one would be dumb enough to explore down there. He counted his lucky stars that neither Rosa or Larry had asked too many stupid questions.

“I hope you aren’t serious.” Johnny said, from the common room. “One on one combat with that thing would be utterly insane.”
“But it would be so much more impressive!” Larry said.

“You couldn’t even handle a slightly dangerous undead creature, I hardly think that this abomination would spare you a moment before grinding you into a pulp.”

“I appreciate the vote of confidence.” Larry said.

Henry entered the room with Rosa, Charles was sitting in a chair near the far window, sketching something or other. At the main table, Johnny and Larry were having a conversation.

“I’m also concerned that you aren’t considering how utterly… fragile you are.” Johnny continued. “You seem to think you can just rush into combat and walk out unscathed. It doesn’t quite work that way I’m afraid.”

“Blah blah.” Larry said. “Look if I wanted your advice I would have asked.”

Decisions:
1. Let them continue, this is entertaining
2. Head over and see what Charles is drawing
3. See if Rosa wants to deal with them.
4. “Ahem.”
5. “Johnny’s right Larry, this is going to be a team effort.”
6. “I’m perfectly fine letting you be a distraction, sides, more gold for the rest of us.” (jokingly)
7. Write in

>>2781147
>6. “I’m perfectly fine letting you be a distraction, sides, more gold for the rest of us.” (jokingly)
>Ain't that right Charles?

>>2781147
Backing >>2781150
Gotta keep spirits up so we don't become spirits ourselves, yeah?

>>2781150
>>2781192
writing!

>>2781147
“I’m perfectly fine letting you be a distraction, sides, more gold for the rest of us.” Henry said, jokingly. “Ain’t that right Charles?”

Charles nearly jumped out of his chair before worriedly looking over. “I uh… what did I do?”

“Oh… uh, nothing, I was just joking around.” Henry said.

“Anyway, everyone’s here so let’s get started.” Henry said.

“Finally. I saw the clocktower plaza, they got some fancy spell going on there now, I think its quieted the clocktower since I haven’t heard it chime in a while. Thank god for that, because I couldn’t get much sleep last night. Beyond that I saw a bunch of mages there, probably from local guilds. I also uh, saw a couple merc looking guys, scarred hands I think? They were talking with the church folk, I think they’re going to try bombing the entrance in a couple of days.”

“Hasn’t the church tried that already?” Henry asked.

“I don’t know, I just know what I heard.” Larry said.

Decisions:
1. “We’re going to sneak in tomorrow night.”
2. “We need to sneak in tonight.”
3. Write in

>>2781237
>2. “We need to sneak in tonight.”

>>2781237
>2. “We need to sneak in tonight.”

>>2781251
will wait for additional votes, this is a very important decision, choose wisely

>>2781237
>2. “We need to sneak in tonight.”

>>2781237
>Gather supplies like health potions and stuff.
>Buy some bomb runes and a bow and arrows.
> Get some sleeping potions and meat in case we encounter guard dogs.
Ranged attacks are our best bet with this foe.

>>2781237
>>2781291
Gotta hit thim them fast before they figure out what we're doing.

>>2781237
>2. “We need to sneak in tonight.”
also backing >>2781384
What we won't use as weapons will serve us as weapons of mass distraction

>>2781901
>>2781519
>>2781384
>>2781374
>>2781285
>>2781251
writing!

>>2781237
“We need to sneak into the tower tonight.” Henry said, “Use the element of surprise while we still have it.”

“Hell yeah!” Larry said, “Finally some action.”

“Do we even know how we’ll be getting in?” Rosa asked.

“Ophelia von Kurtz revealed there was a secret tunnel into the clocktower through the duke’s family crypt. If we can find that, we can sneak inside, either kill or subdue ticky, and get our reward.” Henry said, smiling.

He wanted to make sure he was the one to capture or destroy the creature, he couldn’t risk anyone else getting their hands on the blueprints to that thing.

“Look, we should gather some supplies and the like, then move from there.” Johnny said. “I don’t like rushing in blind but waiting any longer may cause things to fall out of our favor.”

“I took the time to stop by city hall and get the blueprints for the clocktower.” Rosa said. “Easy enough although that archivist was a complete pig.”

“Probably why he was so willing to help.” Henry muttered.

“Hey!?” Rosa stammered.

“Look, we should get some bomb runes, probably a bow and some arrows as well.”

“Ol’ bomb arrow trick?” Larry asked.

“Pretty much.

“Assuming there is enough space inside the clocktower to use them effectively without blasting ourselves to paste.” Johnny said.

“Look, I’m also working on a secret weapon, though I wouldn’t rely on the thing, just be aware if it works we won’t need to worry about slaying the creature.” Henry said.

If Ophelia could deliver on that ghiestcaster then this whole thing would be settled, and since it wasn’t a human ghiest powering the thing Rosa hopefully wouldn’t have any objections.

“So that’s it then? We sneak in and kill the thing?” Rosa asked. “That is less than resassuring. Do we know anything about the crypt, where the secret tunnel is, anything?”

“We can figure it out!” Larry said, “This sort of thing is what adventurers do!”

“Adventurers generally don’t live past twenty.” Johnny responded.

“Please don’t die.” Charles said. “I don’t want to lose anyone now.”

Decisions:
1. Wait till tonight
2. Scope out the duke’s family crypts (roll 1d100)
3. Head back to speak with Ophelia
4. “Nobody’s gonna die Charles, I promise.”
5. (write in)

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>2783973
>2. Scope out the duke’s family crypts (roll 1d100)

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>2783973
>2. Scope out the duke’s family crypts (roll 1d100)
cmon cmon cmon

>>2784014
well that's a success

>>2784233
Yay

>>2783973
Henry brought Johnny along and together the two of them scoped out the crypt. He didn’t really trust Rosa or Larry to not botch the entire operation up, and he really didn’t want to risk Charles’ life over a potential dead end. The crypts were attached to the main estate but only had a single guard standing out in direct sunlight, meaning he wasn’t a vampire. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t have been a threat, but a bit of rope and usage of wits allowed Henry to scale the stone wall over to the cemetery the crypt resided in.

From there all he had to do was avoid the main gate back to the manor, which was guarded by a couple of mean looking men in full plate. Henry had the sneaking suspicion that they weren’t exactly human anymore. The question for them was whether they were undead or vampires.

Finding the right crypt was fairly easy, it was the only one that remained unlocked. The place was about average for a crypt, although a heck of a lot fancier. Still, it was made of stone and was dark and musty, in essence, a crypt. The tunnel that Ophelia had described was also already opened. Henry figured that the Duke had not had the time to shut the thing during his attack on the warehouse Ophelia lived in. Henry wondered how Ticky would’ve managed to crawl his way through here, and how fast exactly he was. Though the thought of finally having his prize overwhelmed his fear. He would do this quick and do it well.

Several minutes later Henry and Johnny had scaled the wall, removed the rope, and sank back into the city streets, blending in with all of the other folk who walked them.

Decisions:
1. Head to Ophelia
2. Head back to the inn and get some rest
3. (Write in)

>>2784318
>3. (Write in)
We'll need to set bomb runes at the entrance of the catacombs, and the supports of the clock tower. Worse comes to worse, we drop the tower on him, or cave the catacombs in on him... it.

>>2784354
fantastic suggestion

>>2784354
Backing this so hard

>>2784318
“Johnny, we should make sure we have a good amount of bomb runes, maybe some leyline cables as well.” Henry said.

“Good thinking, that’ll let us trap the thing inside the clock tower for good.”

“Issue is if it blows up and we don’t get our payment…”

“We could just leave it Henry-“

“No, I want to get that thing in one piece god damn it, it’ll likely save months of work.”

“I suppose I should get the bomb runes ready. I hope that the tunnel goes underneath the mansion as well, wouldn’t it be nice if we took out a vampire lair while we collapsed the tunnel?”

“You’re assuming we’d be retreating, Johnny, liven up, I’ve got this!” Henry said. “I always do, don’t I?”

“I refuse to answer that one, sir.” Johnny said.

“Anywho, we need to make sure we have enough for both the tunnel and the clocktower itself, from what Ophelia explained to me, it’s only protected from the outside. Inside the blast would wreak havoc to the tower itself.”

“What happens if the tower falling kills someone Henry?” Johnny said. “Do you ever think these things through?”

“M-maybe we won’t bomb the tower itself… just the tunnel.” Henry said. “Good lord the story I’d be able to tell at the bar though…”

Decision:
1. Send Johnny to get the bomb runes and head off to see Ophelia
2. Head off with Johnny to see Ophelia now, then get bomb runes later
3. Head over to get some bomb runes with Johnny, once again you know a guy who can get you some under the table.

>>2784411
>1. Send Johnny to get the bomb runes and head off to see Ophelia

>>2784428
will begin writing in 10 min

Rolled 30, 81, 78 = 189 (3d100)

>>2784411
“Johnny, I want you to grab a good chunk of bomb runes from Tony, you know where he is right?”

“Yes, unfortunately.” Johnny replied. “He still hopefully has a large supply of the damned things.”

“Well get a move on then, I’m heading back to speak with Ophelia, if she can teach me how to use that weapon of hers then this whole thing will be made easy.”

Henry split ways with Johnny and wound his way back to the choking air and soot stained skys of the factory district. Ophelia’s warehouse was in the distance as he approached he heard a crack in the air as a bolt spell went off. The windows of the warehouse lit up with an unearthly light before going quiet. Henry saw a couple more flashes going off inside. Trouble, definitely trouble.

Decisions:
1. Rush in to help Ophelia
2. She’s probably dead by now, god damn it. (will cause you to avoid the conflict)
3. Write in

>>2784539
>1. Rush in to help Ophelia
We're in it for the money. We won't get money if Ophelia dies. Simple as that.

>>2784539
>1. Rush in to help Ophelia
Cover our face, don't want no church peoples to recognize us or to remember our face.

>>2784568
>>2784577
will begin writing in five minutes

>>2784539
Henry began to dash, as everyone else in the vicinity either fled or watched dumbstruck. A couple other people merely shook their heads and got back to work. As an afterthought Henry pulled his red cloak over his head, he hoped it would make him a bit less noticeable.

He really hated having to risk his life for something stupid like this, of course the warehouse would’ve eventually been scoped out, but he had figured it would be safe after this long, anyone who would’ve cared should’ve given up, right?. Perhaps someone had been keeping watch?


He rounded another corner went through the gate of the outer wall surrounding the warehouse, then rushed through the door that had been blown open by Ticky many nights prior. Inside the warehouse were three people

One of whom, Ophelia, Henry was familiar with. The woman looked fairly injured. Burns covering her face and several other parts of her body. Her clothing was smoldering lightly and she honestly looked like she’d fall down any minute.

The other two people wore massive wizards hats, casting a shadow over each of them. One was a man, who had a red robe and whose hands glowed with red mana. The other was a woman who wore a blue robe and had blue mana coming off of her hands. Neither of them seemed to notice Henry. They were the wizard pair that Henry had seen at the town hall the day he’d signed on for this whole case.

Behind Ophelia were the blasted remains of a wall. She must have dispelled, deflected, or otherwise nullified about dozen spells in the span of several seconds, based on the damage and the fact the rubble was still molten in some places. Henry was amazed she was even alive. The two mages must have tried to obliterate her.

Henry was a good distance from all of them, and he doubted he could close the distance in time to land a direct attack. Shit.

================================(Miniboss Battle: Bolton Twins)==========================
https://pastebin.com/PHc7TmBN (spell list)

Decisions:
1. Cast bolt at the red mage (roll 1d100)
2. Cast bolt at the blue mage (roll1d100)
3. Try to cast memory scatter on one of them (write in)
4. Cast another spell on them? (write in)
5. Try to rush one down with a weapon

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>2784643
Missing your write in.
>5. Try to rush one down with a weapon
Activate lightning talon, while readying dispel.
They'll act macho and try to block it with magic, dispell their dispell/shield and gank them. Well, one of them.
Aim for the blue robed wench first.

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>2784643
Backing >>2784664

>>2784689
YO HE FUCKIN DEAD

>>2784693
We were goin for the mind fucker first.

>>2784643
Henry could have planned things out, come up with some way to turn the tides sneakily or creatively. But he didn’t really have the time. He needed to settle this fast and messy.

He charged in, unsheathing his sword in an instant. No fancy tricks or swordplay. He cast lightning talons on his right hand, and then the spell raced through his sword. Lighting went up and down the thing faster than during any of his previous attempts. It looked like the sword had come to life.

The blue mage spun around, her eyes aglow with blue mana, in the last instant of her life she had used magic to detect what was about to happen. As she spun around she saw with her own eyes what was about to happen. Henry saw a look of abject terror in her face. She screamed out a name, causing the red mage to flick his head around and watch as his twin sister was cut down in front of him by a man in a red cloak.

Henry watched as his sword cleaved through her like butter, completely scorching her as it did. Overkill didn’t even begin to describe it. A moment later the woman’s halves partially burst into flame, and sprayed ash everywhere, creating a thin cloud of the stuff.

The woman didn’t even have time to scream. She was dead the second Henry’s blade touched her.

Henry stood there a moment, his eyes locked onto the red mages’. He saw primal fury in that man’s eyes. He knew what it felt like to lose family, he had to end this quick or he’d be in a world of hurt.

Ophelia seemed to be casting something, before she began to topple forwards towards the floor.

(-2 red mana)
(2.5 seconds have passed)

Decisions:
1. Cast dispel in preparation of his attack (roll 1d100)
2. Cast bolt at him

3. Throw your sword at him
4. Throw a dagger at him
5. Cast a different spell
6. Write in

>>2784738
>6. Write in
Cast dispel as we rush him, he should be enraged and since he's a wizard, he's gonna cast a spell. Se we cancel his magical attack and stab him in the neck/chest/

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>2784750

>>2784759
calling it a night here, will write this good roll tomorrow

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>2784734

>>2784787
WELL I TRIED.

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>2784750
The rollbender is here bois

>>2785013
Okay I didn't even want a good roll

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>2784734
>1. Cast dispel in preparation of his attack (roll 1d100)
>2. Cast bolt at him
Both of these seem good and in that sequence.

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>2784738
Backing >>2784750 and also rolling because I feel like it

>>2784759
>>2784938
>>2785013
>>2785165
writing

>>2784734
The red mage, James Bolton, was older than his sister by about three seconds. He’d lived all his life with a special connection to that woman, they’d traveled together for years after they’d both completed guild training and the greatest moment of their lives had been when they had become guild certified mages. They’d taken on a variety of jobs, they’d nearly died on so many occasions while traveling all across the world to a variety of monsters and men. Now his sister lay dead on the floor, and a man, wearing a dark red cloak, was to blame.

He no longer cared about the bounty, or about the city, or the fact that the wards of his home had failed, letting monsters sweep into his village, and neither of them had been there. No, all he cared about was seeing this man dead on the ground. He didn’t even care if it was painful, he just wanted revenge. All that remained of his sister was a pile of ash and a charred corpse.

Henry saw the attack coming, and brought his left hand up, glowing with blue mana. The dispel spell was cast as a jet of flame erupted from the red mage’s hand. In less than a second the flames crossed the distance between the two of them, leaving scorch marks on the ground as they traveled. The spell impacted the small shield of blue mana Henry had erected. Flames exploded backwards from the impact point. For a brief moment Henry panicked that the shield of blue mana would shatter, but thankfully it held. The blast of flame skidded down the length of the mana shield, dissipating as it went. A much smaller bolt, tiny in comparison, traveled towards the far wall, impacting and spreading burning debris everywhere. Henry’s hands were singed, and his hair was slightly frizzled. But otherwise he was completely unharmed. He now had the advantage.

His left hand still crackled with blue mana, and it would take a moment for him to be able to cast a red mana spell from it, no, he had to use his sword hand for this.

Ophelia had continued her fall towards the ground, a look of fear and pain had crossed her face, the pain from her injuries had finally registered.

(-0.5 bars of blue mana)
(3 seconds have passed since start of combat)

Decisions:
1. Drop your sword and cast bolt at the man in the red robes (roll 1d100)
2. Drop your sword and use a throwing dagger on him (roll 1d100 – 5)
3. Other? (write in)

>>2787061
>tfw I've been gone 2 and a half hours and nobody voted

>>2787061
> 1. Drop your sword and cast bolt at the man in the red robes (roll 1d100)

>>2787592
> When your quest is good but your run times are unlucky.

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>2787788
>>2787061
Rolling as well.

>>2787592
Well I tried.

At least it weren't a crit fail.

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>2787061
>1. Drop your sword and cast bolt at the man in the red robes (roll 1d100)

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>2787061
> 1. Drop your sword and cast bolt at the man in the red robes (roll 1d100)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>2787061
Cast lightning talon on sword as you throw it at him.
Dice rolls scare me

>>2787863
thats a success!

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>2787791
This

>>2788728
>>2788226
>>2788092
>>2787863
>>2787792
writing

>>2787061
Henry let go of his sword and brought his hand up, already crackling with red mana. The bolt flew an instant later, crossed the distance, but stopped short of the man. An amulet around his neck glowed brightly red and the bolt began to dissipate. He took a couple steps back like he had been pushed.

He had a fucking ward amulet. Had Ophelia not managed to get a single spell off?

As if to answer that question, a flash of red mana finally flew out from Ophelia’s hand as she crumpled to the floor. It raced to join with Henry’s bolt, intertwined, and then there was a massive flash of light.

Henry was knocked to the ground from the back blast. The red mage was flung halfway across the room and a sickening crack was heard as his neck snapped upon impacting the wall. His body was partially burnt, but the fact that the warding amulet had failed at all was a miracle. A normal bolt spell wouldn’t have had the raw power needed to pull that sort of action off.

Henry got up shakily. He’d just killed two talented mages in less than five seconds from the looks of it. The red mage twitched a few times before becoming still. Henry cautiously walked over and tossed a dagger at him to be sure. The mage didn’t even flinch when the dagger embedded itself into him, which was good enough for Henry, the man was dead.

“Help….” Ophelia said, she was breathing heavily, now sprawled out on the floor. “It hurts…”

Limited Time Decision:
1. Check for anyone else
2. Grab Ophelia and the ghiestthrower and leave
3. Try to stabilize the woman (roll 1d100+15)
4. Grab the Ghiestthrower and leave
5. Write in

Rolled 26 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>2789608
>3. Try to stabilize the woman (roll 1d100+15)
then
>2. Grab the Ghiestcaster, throw Ophelia over your shoulder, and get the fuck out.

Rolled 74 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>2789750

>>2789810
wew lad

Rolled 80, 95 = 175 (2d100)

>>2789608
>3. Try to stabilize the woman (roll 1d100+15)
> 1. Check for any other loot

Dude had a sweet magical amulet, let's at least grab that. Maybe it can be fixed.

First roll for stabilization, sscond for loot.

Rolled 68 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>2789608
>3. Try to stabilize the woman (roll 1d100+15)
>4.Loot the amulet
>2. Grab Ophelia and the ghiestthrower and leave

>>2789999
Dem quads require some attention

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>>2789999
Well done!

>>2789999
I was going to have the amulet be completely melted... but for quads... hrm...


>>2789810
thats a success

>>2789876
and thats a crit

>>2789608
Henry rushed over to Ophelia, the woman’s clothing had partially melted into her skin due to the heat. Henry had learned the hard way to NOT try to remove clothing that had done that. Beyond that Ophelia was far less injured then she looked, she had some fairly bad burns but nothing some rest and an ice rune wouldn’t fix… the main issue was she was burnt all over her body, which was causing extreme pain, and she was probably completely exhausted from her spellcasting. Half of her face had caught a nasty burn, Henry hoped it wouldn’t be permanent, he didn’t like seeing something pretty get disfigured. Just didn’t seem right.

“Hey hey, can you hear me?” Henry asked.

“Hurts.” Ophelia said. “It hurts…”

“Stop whining.” Henry replied. “Come on, can you stand?”

“Tired…” Ophelia said.

“Well the nerves haven’t been burnt if you can still feel pain, so you probably just look bad right now.”

“My face…” Ophelia said, tears welling up in her eyes. “I… I’m hideous now aren’t I?”

“The fact you’re alive after that barrage is a miracle, doubly so since they got cautious and didn’t press their advantage.” Henry said.

“Where are?”

“Dead as all hell.” Henry said. “And how did you know what I would cast, the hell sorta boosting spell was that?”

“I just knew…” Ophelia said.

>>2790071
“That’s right keep talking to me.” Henry said. “Do you have any medical supplies or bandages, I want to get you wrapped up fast before guards show up.”

“Downstairs… cupboard in bedroom.” Ophelia said.

Henry ran very, very fast. Down the stairs into the basement, through a couple of rooms, he nearly kicked open the bedroom door. He then grabbed everything he could from the cupboard and ran back up. A few minutes later he’d managed to treat most of the burns, although he was concerned that her torso had taken some severe damage, he’d just have to figure it out when he had more time. He didn’t have healing magic but he had performed surgery on criminals before. Having steady stitching hands and a VERY in depth understanding of the human body had proved useful on many occasions. Especially when he was working on other people and not on himself.

He just had to find a place to do it.

He grabbed the ghiest thrower, and put it on his back, the thing was heavy but not unbearable, though it was probably easier for him to carry than for her.

As a sort of afterthought Henry went and looted the two mages. The blue mage’s corpse was completely burnt up, anything she’d had on her was toast. The red mage on the other hand, well, oddly enough his necklace had remained somewhat intact. The thing was made of gold with a shattered red gem in the middle. The craftsmanship of the inlaid runic patterns was marvelous, it must have been this man’s prized possession. The thing would function with a new ruby, if Henry could have one cut into the needed size and shape, or if he got lucky and found one he could weld into place.

Many folks would have severe reservations about stealing from the dead. Henry knew Rosa would throw a complete fit, but she wasn’t here right now, and Henry had avoided starvation in the past by doing it.

Henry unceremoniously slung Ophelia over his shoulder and made his way out of the warehouse, the outside had already started to be swarmed by Guards, a moment later a couple of angels landed on the roof of the warehouse and smashed their way inside using their holy weapons.

Henry was VERY happy he was no longer inside but he wasn’t exactly low profile with a badly burnt woman slung over his shoulder and a massive glass and metal monstrosity on his back. He had to find someplace to hide and he had to find it fast…

Wait, he was nearby that place wasn’t he… but he couldn’t…. no what if she was there? Fuck fuck fuck.

Decisions:
1. Find a sewer to crawl into
2. Find a hole to die in
3. …Go to Sophie’s safehouse, hopefully it’s still there, and hopefully she didn’t change her hiding place for the apartment key.
4. Other? (write in)

>>2790073
>3. …Go to Sophie’s safehouse, hopefully it’s still there, and hopefully she didn’t change her hiding place for the apartment key.
We need more women in our lives. What could go wrong?

>>2790073
> 4. Other? (write in)

Angels can heal right? Could we send up a flair to get an angels attention? If they can't heal, let's just crash a nearby house and force the people to shelter us.

>>2790084
Ophelia is a wanted criminal. I don't think it's a good idea to get angels involved.

>>2790084
I mean you could alert an angel, and they can heal really well

>>2790073
Henry rapidly worked his way through the less than crowded streets of the industrial district until he reached the edge of the pollution. The area was well known for its low rents and low sense of decency. He knew that Sophie had kept a safehouse here for when she had to lay low after her work.

He just hoped she wouldn’t be here, he didn’t want to talk with her, he couldn’t really bring himself to. He would probably be in for a deserved world of hurt.

The tenement building, a slightly rundown timber framed structure, stood a couple stories tall and had the look of squalor while still boasting some privacy. He didn’t really mind, he lived in a sewer after all.

He managed to sneak inside, and climbed up a couple of floors, going through hallways dimly lit by barely charged light runes. Eventually he reached Sophie’s apartment, or one of her various safehouses. He understood pretty well about needing several locations to wait for heat to die down. He also knew this place had an escape route inside, just in case.

He placed a hand over the doorframe, eventually placing a finger inside a natural knot formed in the wood. He pulled and a square piece popped out. Nobody would’ve known it was there without already knowing it was. Inside was a small steel key. He placed the key into the lock, and walked through the door.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Ophelia had fallen unconscious due to the pain. She’d never really been good with pain, if anything she’d always tried to avoid it, and with her spellcasting talents she’d always managed to stay one step ahead of any debris or magical backfires her experiments caused. Yes she always had something up her sleeve. She dreamt of a waterfall of flame and ice crashing down on her head. She deflected it for a while, but it was too much, it overwhelmed her, sent her crashing over the side of a cliff, falling down… down… until someone grabbed her. She looked up and saw

Ophelia woke up.

Decisions:
1. Get your bearings
2. “Henry?!”
3. “MY LAB!”
4. “MY FACE!”
5. “I NEED PAPER!”
6. *Smack your face to get yourself together*
7. (other?) write in

>>2790109
5. “I NEED PAPER!”

>>2790109
>4. “MY FACE!”

>>2790109
>4. “MY FACE!”
>5. “I NEED PAPER!”
>in the haste and confusion, she just smacks the paper over her face, moves the paper away, realizes she has nothing to write with and she's probably disfigured from the burns, then shoves the paper back on both in an impromptu facepalm and a way to hide her face

>>2790297
this is hilarious

>>2790297
Supportin

>>2790297
>>2790281
>>2790170
>>2790695
writing

>>2790109
Ophelia shot up from her bed, her first thought was of an idea she had, she had the itch again, she needed to write. Oh god did she need to write.

“I NEED PAPER!” She screamed out to nobody. She tried standing up but found she was physically unable to, then the exhaustion hit her and she slumped back down onto the bed like a wet rag.

“FUCKS SAKE WHO YELLS WHEN THEY WAKE UP?” Henry screamed back. “WE’RE INSIDE, THAT MEANS WE USE INSIDE VOICES, FUCK.”

“Paper….” Ophelia said.

Henry walked over somewhere that Ophelia couldn’t see, turned around, and carelessly threw a clump of old yellowed paper onto the bed. Ophelia grabbed at it all while giggling like a mad woman, and pressed it close to her face in a mad rush.

This proved to be a massive mistake. For one, her fingers burned horribly, and so did her face.

She let out a yelp before letting go of the paper and placing her hands onto her face as an involuntary reaction, then yelped again when she found that it felt even worse to hold her face… she needed a mirror.

“Mirror…” Ophelia said.

“Done.” Henry said, throwing his arms out.

Ophelia then realized that every square inch of the walls and even the ceiling were covered in mirrors, it gave her a wonderful view of the bandages that covered half of her face and most of her arms and torso, oh gods above.

Henry was sitting over a desk with an unfolded note with a fancy wax seal in his hand, the man seemed very uncomfortable, like he was out of his element. It was the first sign of weakness that Ophelia had seen from the man, she hadn’t been sure he was human, really, until now.

Decisions:
1. “NO NO NO NO NO!”
2. “oh….”
3. “Who… um… decorated?”
4. “I can see forever!”
5. “I don’t want to be awake anymore.”
6. “Is… is my face going to heal?”
7. “I… at least my hands still work.”
8. *try to write despite the pain* (roll 1d100 for hilarious results)
9. Other? (write in)

>>2791464
>4. “I can see forever!”
Use it as inspiration to make bag of holding.

>>2791464
Backing >>2791466

>>2791466
>>2791535
writing

>>2791464
“I… I can see forever!” Ophelia said, a bit delirious from the pain.

She looked like she’d been thrown into a boiler and then into a grinder. Half of her face was covered in bandages. It somewhat explained why she’d been so mesmerized by the mirrors. Her hands and torso were also covered in bandages… wait… had he seen her naked?

“Yes… they are mirrors.” Henry replied, obviously annoyed. Was that man EVER happy?

Ophelia had had an idea, a bag that could hold more than it should be able to… but how could she make an enchantment like that? Was it even possible? So many fun lines of research…. Maybe she could… no that wouldn’t… but maybe…

“I’m happy you’re able to keep good spirits.” Henry said. “I managed to save your left eye, the swelling could’ve permanently damaged it. As for the rest of your face well, I dunno, might want to start praying or whatever insane thing you can think up.”

“I don’t suppose you know any healer friends who’d be willing to turn a blind eye.” Ophelia said.

“Healers are known for being some of the strongest proponents of the church. Finding one who’d be willing to stay quiet is uh… well its not going to happen, as amazing as I am at finding talent.”

Ophelia clutched at her head. Everything hurt, and she may be permanently disfigured on top of it. She laid her head back down and turned away from Henry before crying silently. She was so fucking useless wasn’t she, and this man had saved her… what… two times, three? Could she do nothing right? God damn it.

“Look, this places makes me uncomfortable as all hell for a variety of reasons, so I’m gonna get out if you’re gonna be okay, assuming I don’t die tonight I’ll be back for you. I’ve already let Johnny know that you are here as well. Just try to get some rest, alright?” Henry said.

Decision:
1. “Please don’t leave… not just yet, I don’t want to be left alone here to myself.”
2. “Did you undress me?!”
3. “Can we just talk a little longer… I’ve begun to realize how long its been since I’ve had someone to talk to, who could… keep up I guess.”
4. “How did you know how to fix me up?”
5. “Why do you keep saving me?!”
6. “What happens if we live through this? Am I just going to be your slave?”
7. *say nothing*
8. (write in)

>>2791650
> Why do you keep saving me?

> . . . . Did you undress me?

In that order.

>>2791650
Backing >>2791695

>>2791695
>>2791714
writing

>>2791650
“Why do you keep on saving me?” Ophelia asked.

“Do you want the happy answer or the actual one.” Henry said.

“What?”

“Do you want the answer that will make you happy or the real answer.” Henry said.

“The real answer.” Ophelia said.

“Because I feel we can be highly beneficial to one another. I can help sell your ideas and thus allow you to continue your experiments, repeating the process.” Henry said. “I know a lot of people who can help with distribution of course, both legitimate and less so.”

“Right.” Ophelia said, looking down once more at the bandages covering her bosom. She still didn’t completely trust him, but being able to work somewhat for herself for once, instead of commission projects… well that had been her dream for a long time… the fact that she was a woman had always hampered her ability to make a living… tempting… wait…

“Did you undress me?” Ophelia asked.

“Pfft, of course you’d ask that.” Henry said, trying to go back to reading the letter. “Ungrateful and loud, I save your life and that’s all you can think of.”

“Well did you?”

“yes, of course I did, I had to remove the clothing to make sure you didn’t get an infection.”

Ophelia slowly brought her hands up to hide the fact she was massively embarrassed. She recoiled when she touched her face though, it hadn’t stopped hurting.

“And calm down I know how to control myself, though I wasn’t exactly impressed.” Henry said, grinning snarkily

Decisions:
1. “P-please just shut up.”
2. “You can go now, I actually want to be alone.”
3. “So what are you going to do?”
4. “What is this place exactly?”
5. “Why are there mirrors everywhere.”
6. (Write in)

>>2791731
>5. “Why are there mirrors everywhere.”
Can they be used to see through other mirrors?

>>2791731
Backing >>2791771
I feel Ophelia is autistic enough to figure out it's a scrying network quickly once she thinks about it a little

>>2791731
> 2. “You can go now, I actually want to be alone.”

> try to recall if you know any witches or alchemists that could heal you.

>>2791808
>> try to recall if you know any witches or alchemists that could heal you.

Her experiments and ideas always have unforseen "complications". Someone who might brew and sell a potion or balm for when official healers might lead to questions and inquisitors. Burns and cuts and minor explosions. Injuries frequent and variable. Someone who might have been a single point of foresight or opportune largess with the Duke's coin against a future injury? Perhaps some white healing rune due to be collected in future? Something hidden someplace?

I wonder if it would be possible to fool Rosa into healing her? We could disguise Ophelia as a beggar and place her on the side of a road. Then we could ask Rosa for a casual stroll in the streets and "accidently" encounter Ophelia the beggar and ask rosa to heal her? Would that be too risky? We can always wipe her mind if things go south.

>>2791872
make a memory roll then

1d100 - 20 due to the stress of her injuries.

Rolled 8 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2791942

Rolled 10 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2791942

>>2787811
This is me, still trying, just while at work.

It's, uh, it's not going well. Used all my luck here>>2789876

Rolled 59 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2791942

Rolled 7 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>2791942

>>2791943
>>2791945
she just remembered a fun recipe for bread at least!

>>2791731
“Why are there mirrors everywhere?” Ophelia asked.

“Well uh, it’s so Sophie can feel normal…” Henry said, looking away like he was hiding something. “Look, it’s not something I normally talk about, doubly so since I can’t really trust you too much.”

“Is she a vampire or something?” Ophelia asked.

“I try to avoid dealing with vampires whenever possible, so no.” Henry said.

“Oh.” Ophelia responded

“I kinda thought it was some sort of magical scrying network or something.”

“Of course you would.” Henry replied. “Wait could you make one?’

“Maybe?” Ophelia said. “I can probably make anything with the right materials.”

“On second thought, can you just… leave me alone, I feel violated.” She said, wrapping her arms around herself.

“Whatever.” Henry said, standing up and holding the letter over a rubbish bin.

Henry held it over the rubbish bin for about ten seconds, then sighed. He carefully folded the letter back up and placed it into a fold in his jacket near his heart.

“I guess I’ll have to meet her after all this time…” He murmured to himself. “Can’t believe she actually forgave me…”

“Yes, hello, I am still here.” Ophelia said.

Henry flipped her off before heading out the door.

Decisions: (pick one)
1. Try to get Rosa to heal her, bring Johnny along just in case, you hope it doesn’t come to that though.” (very risky, you’ve never had to do such a large memory scatter before)
2. Head back to the inn and get some rest, you have a long night ahead of you
3. Go see if Agla the angel has made her decision yet
4. Go fish for a while and calm your nerves, not every day you kill two mages.
5. Contact an info broker and see if there was any news on the factory battle
6. Other? (write in)

>>2792163
> 5. Contact an info broker and see if there was any news on the factory battle.

> sell the info on the factory battle

> see if there's anyone who can heal her in exchange for her making them a scrying chamber

I mean. She has skills, yo.

>>2792183
>>2792163
And a scrying chamber/network seems like something an info broker would like. A lot.

In fact we should set her up with them in a long term contract to fund her work and recovery.

>>2792163
>3. Go see if Agla the angel has made her decision yet

>>2792163
Backing >>2792480
progress is progress

>>2792480
>>2793023
2 votes for agla

>>2792183
1 vote for broker

>>2792163
Henry paused for a moment, he considered going to an infobroker but decided that it was best to lay as low as possible. If he turned up asking about the incident this early on… well that would imply a few things. Either he had done it, had ordered it done, or knew it would happen.


Better to be out of town before news really spread. He’d probably have to leave before morning, maybe have Rosa collect payment, out of everyone she was the least likely to cheat him, he figured.

She’d also be the easiest to track down, if she tried anything.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The holy grounds stretched into view, people had begun to gather for evening mass. A city of this size had a bunch of minor holy grounds as well, smaller walled enclosures that served more of a symbolic purpose rather than a defensive one. Although the holy grounds could easily house most of the city’s population, as it had below ground bunkers.

Agla was in the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by several dozen townsfolk. Angels usually kept their distance from most humans, but one or two occasionally offered blessings to those whom they felt deserved it for their good deeds. Angels could sense quite a bit after all.

Henry wasn’t exactly worried, his actions were completely justified… or well, as long as he wasn’t stupid enough to tell her WHO he had defended, anyway.

Decisions:
1. Wait a bit for the people to depart (will use up time)
2. Try to signal to her, maybe meet her in a tower (roll 1d100+20)
3. Create a distraction (write in ideas)
4. Explore around the holy grounds (can be combined with 1)
5. Other? (write in)

>>2793110
>4. Explore around the holy grounds (can be combined with 1)
Combine it with 1 please.

Rolled 76 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2791942
Memory

>>2793110
Backing >>2793217

>>2793217
>>2793322
writing

>>2793110
Henry sighed, he understood why Agla was doing this, but it was incredibly inconvenient for him. So he decided to wander around, no sense wasting time after all.

He worked his way behind the church and noticed a couple of Cathars having an idle conversation. He managed to sneak up close enough to hear, and listened.

“So there are more inquisitors here now?”

“No, first batch didn’t show, it’s gotten everyone real nervous. Doesn’t help that they brought news of a village being destroyed by a demon.”

“Oh hells.”

“What the hell is going on, this is the third time we’ve had attacks this close to the capital, and the high seraph has been missing, you don’t think…”

“No I do not, have faith.”

“Well things are slowly getting worse, not to mention what’s happened in town. All the nobility getting killed off. Something is very wrong.”

“Well what do you suppose?”

“I don’t know, alright? Its not just that, but we lost an angel to that monster that’s been clanking around town, I didn’t even known an angel COULD die.”

“Well obviously they can.”

“I mean, I’ve never actually heard of one dying before…”

“Because we’re so close to the capital.”

“Right.”

Henry broke off and headed over to a couple of healers gossiping. He hoped to catch something else.

“So has the cult of progress said anything at all about this?’

“They just keep denying involvement, I think they’re hiding something.”

“Well that headmaster of theirs… what is it, Jarvis I think? Weird man, looks like a cripple under that cloak I heard, heard he has some sort of metal legs.”

“That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“I didn’t say I believed it!”

Henry broke off from that as well, he hadn’t gotten anything too useful, but there were now a pair of inquisitors in town, ones that hadn’t been killed yet, fantastic, like this could get any dicer”

Henry came back to the courtyard and found that Agla had already flown back up to her perch on the wall.

Decisions:
1. Go pray (hahahaha)
2. Go to Agla
3. Leave, it’s not even worth it anymore.
4. Wait is that Rosa? (roll 1d5)

>>2793525
>2. Go to Agla
"I hope you're ready for a nice round of vampire slaying to take your mind off of the stupidity happening all around you, because I sure am!"

>>2793534
will write tomorrow

>>2793525
>2. Go to Agla

Hey, not dying is a great way to take your mind off things!

>>2793525
>2. Go to Agla

>>2793845
>>2793958
>>2793534
writing

>>2793525
Henry easily snuck inside the tower leading up to the walkway were Agla was perched. He’d always heard that the holy grounds of the major cities were not heavily guarded during the daytime but this was just pathetic. Then again the cities resources were probably stretched thin due to both the rioting and the need to guard both the docks and the clocktower square.

As he reached the top he stopped to see Agla staring him down, she seemed… calmer? She had been calm before but she was far more serene now.

“Ready to kill some vampire to take your mind off of everything? I sure am!” Henry said, sarcastically.

Agla furrowed her brow and stood there for a moment, the white aura around her eyes flickering. Eventually she cracked a small almost imperceptible smile.

“Oh it was a joke.” She finally said. “Anyways, I cannot simply barge inside of the manor, nor do I have any authority to. Unless we received word from one of the seraphs. I know you are an invalid but you should know that we tend to avoid messing in the affairs of mortals, no real point in it.”

Decisions:
1. “But what if I had evidence?”
2. “Can you at least help me with the clocktower?”
3. “You said you would help!”
4. “All you need to do is take a look in their basement!”
5. “So that’s your answer then? Really, you’d rather stay a meek little coward than prove yourself?” (roll 1d100)
6. Write in?

>1. “But what if I had evidence?”
If I broke in, and brought out proof, would that be acceptable?
And by that, I mean vampires chasing me?
>6. Write in?
Invalid?
Ouch.

>>2795417
>>2795352
I'll support this.

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>2795352
>5. “So that’s your answer then? Really, you’d rather stay a meek little coward than prove yourself?” (roll 1d100)

>>2795352
> Do you need more proof than your faith? If you do not trust your judgement, back out now and preserve your own purity. If you're willing to risk it for good, if you believe that this is the right thing to do, then follow me.

> Hey, if you're chasing someone then you have the right to enter, yes?

Proceed to commit a minor crime then flee into the manor.

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>2795352
Rolling just in case it's needed.

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>2795352
Backing >>2795417
but rollin anyway

>>2795417
>>2795749
>>2796040
3 votes for diplomacy

>>2795945
>>2795904
2 votes for taunt

thin split but I'm gonna go with diplomacy.

>>2796057
Diplomatic taunting?

>>2795352
“But what if I had evidence?” Henry asked. “If I broke in and brought out proof, would that be acceptable.”

“As long as you don’t try to bring me anything that is fake, I don’t really care. You humans always confuse me with such things.”

“What?” Henry asked.

“The idea that some faithful aren’t accepted in certain places always confused me, the whole world is for them, faithful denying faithful the ability to enter and leave as they choose confuses me.”

“Right.” Henry said. He had a couple of choice responses to that but he didn’t really want to wreck his chances of having an angel cause at least a distraction.

“Also why did you call me an invalid? I’m not insane, nor am I a cripple.”

“You’re faithless, the way you speak with me merely proves it.” Agla said, “Anyone who denies what is in front of them, or ignores it, is clearly insane.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“I do not blame you, for it is not your fault. You may find peace in time.” Agla said as she closed one eye and continued to speak.

Henry grit his teeth, she knew NOTHING about him.

“Here is a question… say if you were chasing a criminal.” Henry asked.

“I’d pursue and apprehend.” Agla responded.

“No hear me out, say I committed a crime.”

>>2796072
“Then I’d pursue you until you were captured and brought to justice.” Agla responded instantly, cutting Henry off.

“No, what if I did that as a way for you to enter the mansion.” Henry said, he felt like he was leading a fucking child.

“Hrmph. I see what you play at, and I do not like it…”

“I don’t ACTUALLY have to commit a crime.” Henry said, “If it’s that important to you.”

“Then I’d have no reason to pursue.” Agla said. “I’m not going to do something under false pretenses, though I’m not exactly surprised you’d suggest this. I’ll chalk it up to a bit of playful mischief and leave it at that.”

“Do you not want to reclaim your lost honor at all?”

Agla winced at that, she turned her head towards the city and shivered.

“You realize that they could do a lot worse than banish me, right?” She said.

“What?”

“If I deviate from the true path, do you know what they’d do? I’m not talking about my arch-angel here, I’m talking about the seraphs themselves. Do you know what they do with deviant angels?”

“No I’m not aware.”

“They cast them into the helvault, to be eternally torn apart and tormented by the captured demons inhabiting it.” Agla said, she shivered almost imperceptibly.

Was that… was that fear? Henry had never known angels COULD feel fear.

“If they are vampires they will be caught and brought to justice, especially with their leader dead.” Agla said. “If you’re that concerned with… circumnavigating the way of sight, then speak with those inquisitors. I know from experience they’re willing to bend and break doctrine if it suits them, detestable as it is.”

Decisions:
1. “Look it’s your life, your decision.” (leave)
2. “Thank you for your time.” (leave)
3. “Look, if you can’t do any of that, can you at least stay near the clocktower square tonight?”
4. “Fucking hell this has been useless.”
5. “So that’s it then?”
6. *insult the angel*

>>2796076
> Sympathize with being stuck between a rock and a hard place.

> Sympathize with the fact that being lawful means sometimes letting evil happen.

> Get her to stay close, because things might happen quickly.

> Ask if there's any way for her to stop being an Angel without going to the hellvault.

>>2796076
>>2796119
Pity! Pity the Angel! Then forgive her for being limited out of fear of judgement! Even if her superiors don't forgive her, we're willing to. Poor trapped bastards.

Also we could probably use some forgiveness ourself, and it doesn't cost anything to actually be nice to the angel who might be corruptible later, or need them to speak as our character witness after we fuck things up.

>>2796076
>2. “Thank you for your time.” (leave)

>>2796076
>Let out a nasty fart to give her a glimpse of your holy aura.
OR
>>2796119

>>2796119
>>2796076
Be shockingly not an asshole about this.

>>2796076
Backing >>2796119

>>2796163
Please fuck off to >>>/v/ with that fart autism

>>2796402
I think farting fits perfectly with Henry's persona. He has lived as a sewer rat most of his life after all. Also living and working around corpses and criminals manners would be quite an alien concept to him.

>>2796470
He was enslaved by Vampires.

I am pretty sure any errors of etiquette would be spiteful as all get out.

Since he isn't, you know, actually autistic.

>>2796589
You don't have to be autistic to fart around others you know. My dad does it all the time. It could be an indication of familiarity. Couples often fart around each other which displays the presence of intimacy and atachment between them.
Henry has lost a bit of his humanity after being tortured by demons. Maybe it's his way of staying tethered to his human side?

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>braap posting
>in my thread
>on fucking /qst/ of all places


>>2796163
>>2796470
2 votes for braap

>>2796119
>>2796145
>>2796330
>>2796402
4 votes for not braap

>tfw this is the most votes I've ever had for a post

>>2796589
just a lore clarification, he was enslaved by demon cultists, not vampires. He struck business deals with Vermilion's court.

>>2796076
“So you really don’t have a choice at all?” Henry said.

“Do you?” Agla asked. “Do any of us?”

Henry didn’t exactly have a response to that. He just stood there a moment.

“I like to think I do.” He finally said.

“So do I.” Agla responded. “So do we all.”

“Look, could you at least… follow me. Things are going to happen, potentially quickly.” Henry said.

“I won’t be able to interfere in any human conflicts you get into.”Agla said. “But if you wish for my company that badly I suppose I have the time. I’ve been disallowed from carrying out my usual duties until the arch-angel can receive some guidance from her superior.”

“It’s kind of funny you know.” Henry said, standing up and beginning to walk away. “I’m a horrible person yet I’m in a position to do a hell of a lot more good than you are. It just seems wrong.”

“A lot of things have gone wrong, a lot of things will go wrong.” Agla responded. “It’s merely the way of the world. The way the world has been for longer than even I have existed. Our job is to try and change it, in whichever way we can.”

Agla flapped her wings for a couple of seconds, as if readying herself, a moment later white mana flowed through them and she lifted off the ground.

“Is there any way for you to stop being an angel?” Henry asked. “Just be a normal person?”

“Do you even know what you ask, mortal?” Agla said. “That is like asking, if a human would wish to become an undead, or other such abomination. I am what I am, I may have doubts, reservations, and other such defects, but I wish to be at peace with it. That’s the best I can do.”

“Hrmph.” Henry replied.

He looked out over the bay, the sun had begun to set, it was almost time now. He still had a good deal of mana left, and he was completely uninjured, he had the ghiest thrower safely stored away at the inn, and he’d taken the time to look over some of Ophelia’s plans. If he could hit the things aetherial core it would be done.

First decision:
1. *allow her to fly and watch over you.*
2. “Would you like to walk as a human?” (offer her your cloak, will disguise her nature from others)
3. “I need some time to myself, to think” (will leave by yourself)
Second decision:
1. Head back to the inn and grab everyone up
2. Head to another location (write in)

>>2797630
>2. “Would you like to walk as a human?” (offer her your cloak, will disguise her nature from others)
>1. Head back to the inn and grab everyone up
Are we taking Charles in this mess?

>>2797525
Did you know that autism is a common reason for confusing relationship boundaries like that of an intimate couple with a near stranger and social superior not to mention non-human angel?

Speaking of your father, did you know there's a genetic component to autism?

>>2797578

Let me tell you a story. A story of House and Dominion, and the La'tham coup and subsequent ball.

3-4 votes for decisions on which hinged our very life.

An entire thread of debate and 30 votes on what dress to wear to the ball afterwards.

>>2797630
> 2. “Would you like to walk as a human?” (offer her your cloak, will disguise her nature from others)

> There's always a choice. The shit part is that sometimes there aren't any good ones, so you have to go with what will make you hate yourself the least. Don't ask me about that by the way, I keep picking what I think is the best thing to do but hoo boy, I done fucked up in the past.

> I do suppose I haven't been tossed into an eternal torment. Yet.

> Hey, if you do end up falling, at least you'll have a friend down in Hell when I eventually go there!

Sha-shaaaaaa, optimism!

>>2797603
I mean. Can you even do business with Vampires without getting suckered in?

>>2797630
> That is like asking, if a human would wish to become an undead, or other such abomination.

Did this bitch just call humans Abominations? Call her out on that.

>>2797670
>>2797817
>>2797823
writing

>>2797630
“Would you like to walk as a human?” Henry said, unfurling his cloak and offering it to her.

He looked quite a sight without it, his leather cuirass and pouches shown to the light of dusk.

“Actually I would, very much.” Agla said softly, like she thought she was committing a crime.

For all Henry knew she very well might have been.

Agla descended back down to earth, a short trip of only a couple of feet. She gracefully touched down and took the cloak from Henry’s outstretched hand, furling her wings up and wrapping it around herself. Her armor and the cloak hid her fair complexion and a moment later her head. She closed her eyes for a couple of seconds and then opened them, showing a pair of eyes with pale white irises.

“You’re able to stop your eyes from glowing?” Henry asked.

“Yes, although I will admit its slightly uncomfortable for reasons you cannot really understand. I can’t believe I’ve been talked into doing this… come on before I regret my decision.” She said.

Henry took a nice long walk with the angel, he let her take the lead for a while, honestly she seemed pretty happy, though she avoided talking with people. Eventually Henry took the moment to continue their conversation.

“There’s always a choice, the shit part is that sometimes there aren’t any good ones, so you have to go with what will make you hate yourself the least.”

“Such a dour outlook on life, I disagree completely. I sensed a great deal of pain from you, and a great deal of fear. I do not know if you fear me, the church, or sometime else.” Agla said. “But I’d rather not someone that troubled try to lecture me.”

“I just try to make the best out of a band hand.” Henry said. “worked for me so far.”

“If the dealer is crooked, you bring him to justice.” Agla said. “It’s that simple, really. If there is evil in front of you, you simply destroy it. I don’t get why you humans have to wrap yourself up in such knots over so many trivial things.”

“No it really isn’t.” Henry said. “What even is evil?”

>>2797903
“That which does not conform to the light.” Agla replied. “Or those who wish to undo the divine bargin.”

“Oh, right, the holy see.” Henry muttered.

“They… hrm.” Agla replied.

“What?”

“Never mind.” Agla replied.

“Hey, If you do get thrown into hell or whatever, least I’ll meet you there eventually, yeah?”

“I’m happy you’re so… optimistic?” Agla replied. “I don’t really know what that emotion is.”

“It’s sarcasm dear.” Henry said, truly sarcastic now.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha.” Agla said, laughing hard.

“It wasn’t that funny was it?”

“It’s been SO long since a human had the nerve to talk to me like that.”Agla said, before her expression soured and she shot him a hardened glance. “Do that again and I find out what you’ve been so fearfully hiding, and show it to the world.”

“I have no idea what you are going on about.” Henry said, suddenly on the defense. “Fine, I can show some modicum of respect I suppose.”

“Better.” Agla said flatly.

They had reached the inn. Henry was about to ask Agla for his cloak back when she flung it over his head. Henry heard the flapping of wings and by the time he managed to wrest it off Agla had flown off.

“Great, fucking fantastic.” Henry muttered.

Decisions:
1. *further planning?* (write in)
2. Get this fucking show on the road (will begin final preparations)
3. Other? (write in)

>>2797905
calling it a night

>>2797905
>2. Get this fucking show on the road (will begin final preparations)

>>2797910
Good night!

>>2797903
>2. Get this fucking show on the road (will begin final preparations)
We in there boys!

>>2797905
> 1. *further planning?* (write in)

Could we raise an undead and make it look like it escaped from the mansion? Maybe have it be a recently passed servant or employee?

We would have to plan it out to have the Angel see it, then destroy it with fire or something.

>>2797905
>2. Get this fucking show on the road (will begin final preparations)>>2797813
>Any relationship requires people to be on equal social grounds. Farting could be Henry's way subjecting the angel to human rituals in an attempt of knocking Agla off her high and mighty pedestal in order to establish a relationship.
Also if you are trying to say that your dad doesn't fart around family members then either you are a silly liar or have really shit family relationships.

>>2798014
I'm trying to say an Angel is a family member to Henry.

Seriously. Put your fetish away man.

>>2798014
>>2798021
An Angel ISN'T a family member.

God. Why am I responding to trolling.

>>2798021
Where the fuck did I say angel is a family member to henry? Do friends and comrades not count as human relations? Why does everything have to be a fetish to sound meaningful to you?

>>2798053
You should carry a plant around, to replace the oxygen you waste.

>>2798102
No u!

gonna be delaying posting till tomorrow due to extreme exhaustion will write soon!

>>2800455
No QM shall be seen slacking under my watch! Where's my whip when you need it?

>>2800455
I blame the braap poster

>>2801083
Well sorta, I just wanted things to be less retarded.

writing

>>2797905
Henry casually strolled into the ‘inn’ and immediately got everyone together, Rosa, Johnny, Charles, and Larry. The plan was fairly simple, sneak over the iron fence of the Duke’s family crypts, sneak inside the correct crypt which Henry had already been inside. Sneak through the tunnel, into the clocktower, and take out ticky. It was a fairly simple plan admittedly, but the less moving parts the better. He wanted this whole thing to be done as quickly as possible, he wasn’t confident he could keep everything together too much longer, mainly due to Rosa being involved.

When it came time to reveal the ghiest caster, the reactions were… mixed.

Johnny wasn’t allowed to voice objections of course, but he probably would have had he been allowed to. Larry let out a hardy laugh upon seeing it, which quickly turned to concern once Henry said it would be able to quickly take down Ticky, the man REALLY wanted to deal the fatal blow. Henry told him that if it failed he have his chance. Henry didn’t think the man was dumb enough to try to sabotage this operation. If he was Henry would make sure he died first. Charles began to inspect the thing the second he saw it, that childlike wonder present on his face from start to finish. Then there was Rosa…

“WHAT IS THAT ABOMINATION?!” Rosa asked. “AND WHY IS THERE A GHIEST IN IT?”

“Rosa calm do-“ Henry said, before having to duck away from a punch thrown by Rosa.

“I will have no part in anything to do with… that!” Rosa said.

“They aren’t human ghiests!” Henry said. This caused Rosa to take pause, but she quickly resumed her rant.

“It stinks of the cult of progress, a vile contraption!” She said, “Where did you even get this thing anyways?”

“Ophelia’s backup plan.” Henry said. “I found it in her home, tested it out, good lord does it pack a wallop.”

>>2803682
Rosa went to grab something to throw at the device before being stopped by Johnny.

“Enough, you are embarrassing yourself you silly child.” Johnny said. He looked to Henry for a moment.

Henry nodded, he was kind of enjoying the show now.

“As detestable as that thing is, if it allows us to stop the chaos engulfing the down, it is an acceptable breach of church policy. We can have a nice calm discussion on the boat to the capital after this, after we get our payment.”

“Do not speak to me of that!” Rosa said. “If we compromise now we will compromise later! For what, blood money?!”

“I say we leave her here, she’s obviously snapped.” Larry said. “I always thought she was too fecking twitchy.”

“Thanks for the heads up bud.” Henry said. “Really could’ve used that info.”

“Well… yeah.” Larry said, shrugging. “You never did ask my opinion.”

“Well I’ll do that going forward.” Henry said, he like HE was about to snap now.

“Please stop fighting.” Charles said. “It’s making the skull inside the thing upset.”

Decisions:
1. *slap Rosa* (roll 1d100)
2. “Stop acting like a child”
3. “We’re using the damned thing, unless you have an idea on how to take down a god damned nine foot tall metal monstrosity.”
4. “You’re moral inflexibility is once again noted.”
5. (write in)

>>2803683
> 3. “We’re using the damned thing, unless you have an idea on how to take down a god damned nine foot tall metal monstrosity.”


It's just a tool, she shouldn't build it up into something more than what it is.

She speaks of protecting the city, but how many lives is she willing to spend for her moral conviction? Sorry, how many of OTHER people's lives.

>>2803689
And angels, don't forget about their lives. Does she want to risk another angel's life?

>>2803682
Backing >>2803689
Also backing >>2803800, reality-checking her with Agla's life is completely IC for Henry. She's working with us, so what if Ticky tries to finish what it started and goes for the kill? Would Rosa stop us from using the gheistcaster even if Agla's death is imminent without it?

>>2803879
>>2803800
>>2803689
writing

>>2803683
“This isn’t a debate Rosa, we’re using the damned thing, unless you have an idea on how to take down a god damned nine foot tall metal monstrosity.” Henry said.

“Well no but-“ Rosa said.

“A lot of people’s lives are on the line child, including ours.” Johnny said, casting a glance at Henry. “This is no time at all to get caught up in particulars. I can respect that you wish to follow what you’ve been taught but this isn’t the time or the place for it right now.

“How many more people need to suffer before you’d be willing to use this thing, huh?” Henry asked.

Rosa backed up a few steps, she seemed to be dumbstruck. “Well I…”

“And what about the angels as well, do we want more of them to waste their lives fighting the thing? Or the Cathars?”

Henry sighed, “Come or don’t, I don’t care, but let us solve this.”

He smiled when Rosa began to follow the rest of them on the way out. He could use her, he just needed to know what buttons to press. He’d get his damned coin for this, salvage what he could from the creature, and be out of the city before the end of the next day.

As they stepped outside Henry clearly saw Agla circling about overhead, he hadn’t actually informed anyone of her presence. But perhaps it was better if they didn’t know about potential help.

Decisions:
1. *sneak into the crypts over the fence* (roll 1d100)
2. *bribe the gate guards* (roll 1d100, select amount of coin to use, I will apply bonus for amount of coin used)
3. *leave Rosa behind, she’s just a liability*
4. *inform everyone about Agla*
5. Other? (write in)

>>2805220
>4. *inform everyone about Agla*
Also mention to be on their BEST behavior.
And if they get separated, and a vampire is after them, run outside and call for alga.

>>2805220
> 4. *inform everyone about Agla*

> 1. *sneak into the crypts over the fence* (roll 1d100)

I have no idea how much coin is a lot, or what the bonus would be.

>>2805334
Yes
Sneak is good
Les do this also

>>2805220
Backing >>2805334

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>2805220
I feel confident enough the vote is locked in.