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9/2/2020 5:17:18 PM
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*walks along the road, VE-LR Obelisk drawn.*
[spoiler]the rifle is a semi automatic plasma weapon from planetside 2.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Chain 5[/spoiler] It's pretty cozy, there's a lit fire in the center and a pile of furs for bedding off to the side of it. Across from there is a table and chair, with a few candles and papers scattered about. Also the standard witchy stuffs. A cauldron, mortar and pestle, a satchel of various dried plants, small effigies of bone and wood about, et cetera.
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Anyone still alive here? *puts away rifle to avoid being mistaken for being hostile.*
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There is no response.
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*looks for any survivors.*
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All you see are charred bodies among the debris of the camp. Any survivors must have fled down the mountain. You are alone in the courtyard before the sealed doors to the mansion.
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*looks for that ice shard I lost.*
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You had given it to the vampire, so you retrace his steps in the snow to where he had fallen in the battle, then he suddenly bursts up from the snow! "Aha! Now that was a good fight!"
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Looks like everyone's either dead or ran off. Could I have that shard back please? I think that's our ticket in.
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"What this?" He pulls it from his satchel and flicks it to you, "Nah! It's just a shard of the stuff the dead men use to make their weapons." He stands and looks around the camp, then continues, "Those damned doors only open under a New Moon which is only a few days from now, but the witches were hoping that big demon could break the enchantments. Guess they were wrong! Pff, magic." [spoiler]That's days in game, but in real life it's whenever I feel up to posting part two. This is pretty much the end of part one![/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Chain 4![/spoiler] The large vampire stares at the shard, "You took this from one of the cold men?" The witch turns to the others and they speak quietly to eachother.
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No... one of your wights gave this to me. If I hadn't met him, I wouldn't even know these were a thing.
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He laughs, then shouts, "Our Wights, he says!" The gathered crowd also laughs, not quite as many as you'd expect from the number of tents, only about a dozen more of the mask warriors you'd previously encountered. "Well give it here then." The vampire raises a hand expectantly. As he speaks, the witches return to their ritual.
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*hands it over.*
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He takes it and smiles wider. Behind him, the witches slit the throats of the hanged men and collect their blood in the goblets... "You want into the mansion, friends of dead men?" He chuckles, "We're about to open the doors!"
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I'm a little lost here, are you welcoming me or are you going to kill me? I can't tell from your tone. I hope it's the first one.
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"We are not friends with the dead men," he grins, "and we do not serve their Witch Queen..." The witches begin pouring the blood along patterns drawn in the snow...
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You know I saved a few of your friends out there from being something's lunch way back there. Pretty sure they warned me about all of you. [spoiler]I'm so lost on who's on what side RN lol.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]It has been a few days, lol. So basically, the Wights still serve the Witch Queen, even though she's dead. Like machines, just doing what they were made to do. These new guys are from somewhere else, and seem to be here just to pillage... [/spoiler] "Is that so! What kind of thing? There are many creatures in those cursed woods..." a pauses a brief moment, then turns to you a bit excitedly, "Was it one of those big gray things with the many eyes?" Meanwhile, the witches have reached the edges of the circle and are lifting the goblets above their heads.
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It was big, nasty, and a lot of eyes. Say umm... what's with the rituals? They make me concerned.
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"Aha! I've heard of them but have not had the pleasure of facing them myself!" He sighs, "As for this display? This place is cursed and the doors only open under a New Moon. None who enter have yet to return, and our leaders entered months ago. So..." The witches tip their goblets and a stream of blue flames pour out, snaking along the blood and meeting in the center. They spiral upward, creating a large pillar of blue flame towering above. "The witches are going to fix that!"
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I've never been to this place before. Whatever's inside, I'm interested in exploring.
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A roar echoes through the mountains and a massive demon emerges from the pillar of fire. Two horns curve out from a mane of blue flame upon its head, glaring with eyes that glow even brighter. It stands nearly fifteen feet tall with a muscular body covered in ice-like armor and a long tail lashing behind it, covered in icy spikes. The demon stretches its leathery wings and lifts a massive, double headed greataxe coated in yet more blue flames, and stares down at the nearest witch. "We bind and summon you, fiend!" She shouts, "To break the seals on the great doors or reduce this cursed place to ash!"
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*takes a few steps back in case something goes wrong.*
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*and so, something goes wrong!* "And who are you to command me?" The demon bellows a laugh and swipes his axe, creating a wave of blue flames that washes over the gathered crowd!
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[spoiler]this thing has been going on for several days lol.[/spoiler] Well... s---. *summons a pair of shield bearers to try and save at least a few with saving grace.* [spoiler]saving grace switches a shield bearer's place with an ally being attacked to attack a target.[/spoiler]
