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7/8/2020 8:15:47 PM
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[i]Cobalt is on the outskirts of town, entering to investigate the call.[/i]
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He enters, seeing items strewn across the street. Nothing moves, and everything is quiet
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[i]Cobalt continues into the town, Aifos’ Doll floating around his head.[/i] [spoiler]Have you heard of what I’m doing now?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I don't believe so. Could you enlighten me?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Basically, I’m letting the DM give me loot instead of me creating it. The doll is a “loot detector” of sorts.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]ah, okay. That's an interesting technique[/spoiler] The doll picks up a few valuable items in the mess, but most are children's toys and handbags
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[i]Cobalt continues into the town, Handgun drawn.[/i]
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Nothing moves, but he can see scratches on some of the buildings, and some of the doors hang loosely from hinges
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“Werewolf possibility. Hm.” [i]Cobalt decides to investigate one of the buildings.[/i]
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Walking in, he sees what looks like the scene of a fight, furniture toppled and scratches on some of the walls. Behind him, he hears a small shriek and a slamming door
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[i]Handgun ready, he moves to the door, and swings it open.[/i]
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He sees a small boy run inside of a different building, slamming the door shut behind him
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Edited by CrazyCobaltMan: 7/8/2020 8:57:00 PM[i]Handgun still drawn, Cobalt follows the boy[/i]
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Nothing leaps out at him as he reaches the door, the sound of sobbing coming from behind it
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[i]Cobalt opens the door, looking for the boy.[/i]
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He sees the boy crouched behind an overturned bookshelf, sniffling
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[i]Cobalt approaches the boy.[/i] “What happened here?”
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The boy shrieks and holds a stick in Cobalt's direction, waving it around to keep him at bay
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[i]Cobalt holsters his Handgun.[/i] “Easy. I’m here to help. What happened?”
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"How... how do I know you aren't one of them?" the boy cries
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“Define ‘them.’ I’m human, if that’s what you want to know.”
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"So... you're not one of the monsters?" he asks
