>>36727317

He gives a short bow. “You are too kind, Lady Sakheris. Lady Sierra. That is, just Sierra. As you say…” he trails off, and running out of things to say, forces a smile.

You have nothing to say, and the awkwardness of the situation demands immediate action. “I’m going to just like…” you begin edging away “check on those guys.”

“Yes,” he agrees. “Of course.”

You retreat.

---

After another hour of working with the Conclave people, you get everything in order. Your displeasure has mollified Xathix and Xanissil for the time being, and they leap with terror to fulfill all your demands. You direct them into Mr. Crowther’s custody. Ulam remains congenial, and Orias seems to have fallen off the face of the earth.

Afterward, you find yourself lying on an uncomfortable couch, eyes lightly closed. Yelling at people is tough work.

“Thanks for the help,” says Moriah, sitting down in an armchair to your right.

“Meh,” you say.

You both sit in silence for a while. “Where are you going after this?” she asks.

>Out.
>Home.
>Back to Iptaph’s little shop of horrors. The hunter’s timing was kind of suspicious - maybe there’s something there I missed.
>I thought I’d just chill for a while, if it was alright with you.
>Other (?)

[Thanks for bearing with my business over the past couple weeks.]

Orias is adorable.

>>36727379
>I thought I’d just chill for a while, if it was alright with you.

>>36727379
>Back to Iptaph’s little shop of horrors. The hunter’s timing was kind of suspicious - maybe there’s something there I missed.

>>36727379
>Back to Iptaph’s little shop of horrors. The hunter’s timing was kind of suspicious - maybe there’s something there I missed.

We can ask the shadows some questions. And maybe we'll find someone to kill.


It's good to have to back Languid.

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I just checked the character picture in the paste and it looks like she got slightly bigger breasts in addition to more black demonflesh armor on her arms and legs.

sasuga, Lawnman

>>36727379
FUCK YEAH HELLBORN QUEST!
>I thought I’d just chill for a while, if it was alright with you.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>36727379
I shall break the stalemate

1: Back to Iptaph’s little shop of horrors. The hunter’s timing was kind of suspicious - maybe there’s something there I missed.
2: I thought I’d just chill for a while, if it was alright with you.

Another player trickling in here.

>>36727464
Now now, let's not jump his bones just yet.

>>36727928
>Now now, let's not jump his bones just yet.
I can just imagine Orias Quest when they finally decide to try to hit on Sierra and find out she's dating Baron. I wonder if he'll spaghetti harder than we did with Wolfgang.

“I dunno,” you say, looking up upside down at Moriah. “Thought I’d chill here for a while, if that’s okay with you.”

“It’s no problem,” Moriah says.

You lay there for a few minutes. Something Waldric said got you thinking. The whole demon hunter thing – if it was Sattler, and you think it was – the timing’s kind of convenient. If she’d come just a few minutes earlier, she might have run into you. That would have been bad.

“Actually,” you add, “I think maybe later… you know. Something about last night wasn’t quite right. I was thinking I might head back over to the docks, where Iptaph’s chop shop was.”

Moriah thinks about this. “I heard Father speaking with Isaac – that place is swarming with FBI. Their forensics crew should have cleared out by ten, though, if you’re really set on going.” She raises an eyebrow at you. “What do you think you’ll find?”

“I don’t know. Just a gut feeling I missed something, I guess.”

Moriah gives you a flat look. “This is a bad idea,” she tells you.

“Yeah. I have bad ideas sometimes,” you say. “Doesn’t mean I’m not doing it though.”

“Father wouldn’t approve,” she says, thoughtfully. “If you do go, I’ll go with you. You know. Just in case.”

Also, she has a car.

>Well… if there’s really that many cops, maybe I can do this later.
>The more the merrier.
>This is more of a lone wolf Sierra kind of thing.
>I don’t want you getting busted if I get picked up by the FBI.
>Chill till ten.
>Other (?)

>>36728044
>This is more of a lone wolf Sierra kind of thing.
Might as well try to eavesdrop on the forensics team.

>>36728044
Is Sierra aware of her ability to talk to the shadows?

>>36728044
>Well… if there’s really that many cops, maybe I can do this later.

>>36728044
>Well… if there’s really that many cops, maybe I can do this later.

>>36728044
>This is more of a lone wolf Sierra kind of thing.
>You can chill in the car nearby

>>36728044
>Chill till ten.

>>36728044
Real life X-files... or we could just stay at home...
>Chill till ten.

>>36728044
>Well… if there’s really that many cops, maybe I can do this later.

>>36728044
>The more the merrier.

"Though, unless you're secretly super sneaky you'll probably have to stay back. Which sucks cause you might notice something I wouldn't with your spooky skeleton vision."

>Chill till ten.

Waldric was trying to get us killed by leaking info about the place to Satt so she'd rush in and smite the shit out of us. I just know that has to be it.

Or Ranthix did it so that we'd think Waldric did it so that we'd get rid of him finally.

Or it really was coincidence, because we all know that someone was eventually going to murder Iptaph for being a slimy evil fuck.

>>36728186
Honestly, coincidence seems most likely, this is the exact type of place Sattler would want to wipe out. I doubt Waldric wants anything interfering with the assassination, and if he was actually trying to kill us he'd be a lot more thorough.

Seriously, it was a warehouse full of demons, a target rich environment for Sattler. The sneaky, fast girl who can walk through walls is the most likely person to get out of there unscathed.

>>36728044
>The more the merrier.
>Chill till ten.

“I don’t know. You’re not like, secretly super sneaky, are you?” you say teasingly.

Moriah gives you a dark look.

“Well. You do have a car,” you say, shrugging. “Fine. I guess if there is anything magical or whatnot, you’d see it before I would. The more the merrier, right?”

“That’s one way of looking at it,” says Moriah. She glances toward the kitchen. “Are you hungry?”

You snort. “Always.”

---

You spend the next few hours doing a whole lot of nothing. You probably fall asleep at some point, because next thing you know its dark outside.

You and Moriah are almost on your way out when the door shoves open, revealing Wolfgang burdened down with a dozen plastic bags. “Father called – said you needed some things?” he asks. After what happened to the kitchen, there’s not much left that’s usable. You and Moriah only got by on Top Ramen.

Wolfgang looks at you and Moriah. He stops and sets down all the stuff, mostly necessities – milk, bread, whatever. “Where are you guys headed?” he asks.

Moriah narrows her eyes.

>Uh. Nowhere?
>Moriah’s giving me a ride home.
>Iptaph’s hideout.
>Let Moriah deal with this. Ignore the Wolfgang and slip out.
>Other (?)

>>36728562
>Let Moriah deal with this. Ignore the Wolfgang and slip out.

>>36728562
>Moriah’s giving me a ride home.

>>36728562
>Down to the club to do drugs and what not

>>36728562
>Let Moriah deal with this. Ignore the Wolfgang and slip out.

>>36728562
>Moriah's giving me a ride home.

>>36728624
this

>>36728687
You should link languids post when you vote. that way he won't miss it.

Wacky teen demon shenanagins!

>>36728562
>Other (?)
"We're on an adventure, super secret spooky stuff."

“Off to the club to do drugs and whatnot, so ‘scuse me,” you say, slipping by Wolfgang and out the door. Moriah flashes him a dangerous look as she follows you out.

Wolfgang watches you leave. “Well,” he says to himself. He turns back to the task at hand and closes the door behind him.

Moriah and you adjust your jackets against the night breeze and skip over to the car. You consider sliding across the windshield, but resist the urge. After she unlocks the doors from inside, you both roll out.

--

The lights are low, and darkness fills the air around you. Only the dashboard buttons with their soft green light show that you’re not just flying through the night, above the road. Dark looming shapes rise up on all sides, feeling devoid of life.

“There it is,” you say, pointing ahead toward the offending warehouse.

Moriah nods, and you both drive right by the front parking lot without stopping. It’s completely empty, except for a couple police cruisers.

“They’re still here,” Moriah says, frowning as you glide by.

>Circle around the side – you can both get in through the fence there.
>Get her to park far a block or so away. You’ll get this done faster on your own.
>Other (?)

>>36729114
>Circle around the side – you can both get in through the fence there.

>>36729114
>Get her to park far a block or so away. You’ll get this done faster on your own.

>>36729114
>Get her to park far a block or so away. You’ll get this done faster on your own.

>>36729114
>Other (?)

Get her to park a block or so away, we do a bit of initial scouting to make sure the path is clear for her, and then fetch Moriah. Better to be safe than sorry, and I think we'll notice more with a Death magic focused Hellion than we would alone.

>>36729114
>Circle around the side - you can both get in through the fence there.

Calling it now, if we go alone we'll trip some kind of detecty thing that Moriah would have spotted.

>>36729114
>>Circle around the side – you can both get in through the fence there.

>>36729114
Oh fuck it's hellborn quest, to think i almost missed this by sleeping in.
>Circle around the side – you can both get in through the fence there.
Can we send our imp ahead/above? Just to make sure we've got a clear shot. We don't exactly have a cover story for the cops.

“Keep driving,” you direct her. “Park around the next corner.”

She nods, and a minute later, you pull over to the side of an empty stretch of road. Moriah turns the engine off.

“I’ll check if the coast is clear,” you say. “Should be back be back in a couple minutes.” You adjust your leather jacket, realizing now that it has no hood. You suppose you’ll just have to not be seen by anybody, since you can’t pull the shadow mask trick. Or you could, but it’d require more effort.

You open the door and step out, feeling the bay in the air. You take a deep breath and brush your hair out of your face.

“Hey Sierra.”

You look back at Moriah.

“Be careful,” she says.

You snort. “No peeking,” you reply, walking away. After a few feet, the burden of her seeing you fades away.
You’re on your own. It’s hard to describe, but there’s a feeling about it. A type of confidence. Or maybe strength? You don’t know. Whatever it is though, its subtle. There are no witnesses. You don’t have to fit anyone’s idea of what’s real and what’s not.

You shove your hands into your pockets and walk along with a purpose. Though you walk no faster than usual, every step seems to take you farther than the last. Looking at your feet, you can account for every inch, but looking back, you’ve gone bounds farther than you should have.

It’s kind of weird. It’s also kind of cool.

The sidewalk flows beneath you like a river. It’s not unlike jumping on one of those airport conveyer path things, except, you know, there’s no conveyer belt.

It takes you no time at all to get to where you’re going. Through the dark, you can’t spot a single soul. The long stretch of chain link fence separating you from the dockyard is dark and unwatched. It’ll be quick enough to cut your way through, or just jump it. The barbed wire isn’t even that bad.

Nodding to yourself, you head back. You reach the car in half the time it took you to get to the place, but that could be because you were hurrying.

You sneak up to the driver’s side window and rap the glass with a knuckle.

The sudden noise makes Moriah jump before she realizes its you.

“Let’s do this,” you say, trying to hold back your impatience. You just want to get this over with.

Moriah adjusts her gloves and steps out, beanie cap pulled down low almost to her eyes. “Let’s go.”

As you walk through the dark, you can’t help but notice how clumsy Moriah seems in the dark. She walks a little slower, a little more carefully than usual. Even her eyes, wide and alert, seem aimless without a source of light to guide them. “How far away are we?” she whispers, after a few minutes of walking.

“A while,” you reply, cracking your knuckles with your thumbs

“You weren’t gone more than five minutes,” she says incredulously.

>You don’t get to be a shadow ninja by collecting stamps.
>Shh. Stealth mission, Mori. Get your head in the game.
>Yeah well, I’m actually good at getting stuff done when people get off my back about it.
>Other (?)

>>36730073
>Other (?)
"Spooky shadow things. Or something"

>>36730073
>Shh. Stealth mission, Mori. Get your head in the game.
>Give her some quick tips if we can.
>Release the imp to keep an eye on the cop cars.

>>36730073
>Verwelken stuff explaining it will make us both crazy.

>>36730073
>Other (?)
"Shhhh. Trade secrets, Moriah"

>>36730073
"Do you really want me to explain how I did it? It's just that the last time I tried, you got really quiet."

>>36730073
"A leaf unwatched in the wind something something I'm bad at bullshitting proverbs."

>>36730073
>You don't get to be a shadow ninja by collecting stamps.

>>36730073
"Don't sweat the small stuff. No seriously, don't."

>>36730073
>Verikan stuff
>Shh. Stealth mission, Mori. Get your head in the game.

“You know, shadows,” you say, gesturing vaguely.

“Never mind,” she says.

You raise your hand as you walk, and summon Monster into existence. He appears in a crackle of brimstone and smoke. The imp perches precariously on your outstretched hand, and looks curiously down at you. “Go keep an eye on the coppers,” you tell him. The imp launches into the air and vanishes.

Moriah is impressed. “You’re getting a lot better at that,” she says.

“Yeah,” you agree nonchalantly, ”I’m pretty better at a lot of stuff.”

A minute later you come up to the fence.

Moriah walks up to it and touches its face. “Is there a way through?” she asks.

>This is the first test. Pass it and you can continue in my presence.
>Well. There’s certainly a way over. Mind the barbed wire though.
>Not yet. (Cut through)
>Other (?)

>>36730212
>>36730262
>>36730285
I like these

>>36730579
>This is the first test. Pass it and you can continue in my presence.

>>36730579
>Not yet. (Cut through)

>>36730579
>This is the first test. Pass it and prove you are worthy of remaining in my shadow.
>[comedic beat]
>Naw I'm just kiddin ya.
>(cut through)

>>36730621
>>36730579
Yeah I like this.

>>36730579
>>36730621
This is fine

>>36730579
>>Not yet. (Cut through)

>>36730579
>>36730621
this please

>>36730579
I assume we're cutting through with hellfire? Can our claws cut barbed wire easily enough?

>>36730782
I don't think we need hellfire. It's just a fence.

>>36730782
I imagine we can just rend it with shadow magic if we can't cut through with claws.

>>36730782
We may be able to do it with normal claws, and if not we should use Stain of Sin instead of Hellfire, it's cheaper and not as noticeable.

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>>36730621
Moriah's face when

>>36730621
>[comedic beat]
>Naw I'm just kiddin ya.
>(cut through)

“This is the first test,” you tell her in a foreboding voice. “Pass it and prove you are worthy of remaining in my shadow.”

Moriah folds her arms and gives you a flat look.

“It was a joke,” you say, drawing the word out for as long as possible. You roll your eyes and walk over to the fence, and take out your claws. In ten seconds, there’s a jagged tear in the fence. (-2 PP: 31/33) (+1 Stress: 26/100) The unholy entropy just makes it look like it rusted out. You know, in that very specific location. Just big enough for you to fit through.

Yeah.

You make Moriah go through, then squeeze through yourself.

“Which building is it?” Moriah asks, looking up at the looming warehouses.

You indicate the direction, but this makes you wonder.

>Go straight to the warehouse. You’ll notice anybody before they notice you.
>Circle around carefully. Better safe than sorry.
>Use Monster to spy on the police officers - you can eavesdrop on them or something.
>Maybe you should check out the parking lot. The demon hunter person did whoosh in through the front.
>Other (?)

>>36731045
>Use Monster to spy on the police officers - you can eavesdrop on them or something.
>Maybe you should check out the parking lot. The demon hunter person did whoosh in through the front.

>>36731045
>Circle around carefully. Better safe than sorry.

>>36731045
>>Go straight to the warehouse. You’ll notice anybody before they notice you.

>>36731045
>Use monster to spy on the police officers
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBX0yhXjMBM

>>36731045
>Use Monster to spy on the police officers - you can eavesdrop on them or something.
>Maybe this might be a good time to give Whisper of Lightlessness a trial run.

>>36731115
Ooh, yeah, shadow voices go. Hope Moriah doesn't get creeped out.

>>36731115
Listen to the darkness.

>>36731045
>Use Monster to spy on the police officers - you can eavesdrop on them or something.
>Circle around carefully. Better safe than sorry.

>>36731045
>Circle around carefully. Better safe than sorry.
>Use Monster to spy on the police officers - you can eavesdrop on them or something.

>>36731115
Who better to tell us what happened than the innumerable voices hidden in the dark?

>>36731115
>>36731157
>>36731241
>>36731472
Who wants to be that we are the voices.

>>36731472
The hunter! who was really our father the whole time!

>>36731517
"You should make out with angle tits!"
"It's not incest because you're not related!"
"Show us your tits!"

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>36731115
Rolling for SAN loss

>>36731521
Satt's our dad? I can dig it.

>>36731549
>"It's not incest because you're not related!"
Is that really a necessary comment?

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>>36731549
"Waldo the betrayer."
"I bet she rapes Rowan with her tentacles every night."

>>36731603
probably not. sorry if it ruined the joke.

>>36731549
>"You should make out with angle tits!"
>angle tits

>>36731690
Ehhh... it fits. /tg/ cannot keyboard.

>>36731690
Oh damn, girl has some fine Double D12's

You might need to check out some other place later, but for now, your business is with the slaughterhouse. You check in with Monster to get an idea of where the officers are.

Your vision shifts, and suddenly your awareness is elsewhere, perched above two men in uniform. They stand beside a bright flush of floodlights – behind them, gaping wreckage blackened and twisted thrusts into the sky.

“-sicko works at a place like that,” says one officer, who is also wearing a hat.

“People’ll do anything when they’re desperate,” says the other.

“We’re not supposed to say it, but if I could, I’d trade places with our Rambo,” he says. “God. What I wouldn’t give to see the looks on those degenerates when he bust in there.”

“I’d rather he called us instead of taking it on himself,” says non-hat officer. “He could have gotten killed. Plus we’ve got nothing on who these people were, since he scared the ones off he didn’t kill.”

“Hey – you see the bodies they brought in the morgue?”

“What?”

“You wouldn’t believe. They were mangled, but Kevin says nothing could mangle a body that bad – had to be messed up before.”

“Look, I’m not going to say anything to the chief, but you’d better watch who you spout your conspiracy theories around. The last thing you need is another psych evaluation.”

“Sierra?”

You blink, and find yourself back in your shoes.

You feel a twinge of curiosity from Moriah.

“Sorry. The cops watching the place are just shooting the breeze,” you say, chuckling to yourself. “Let’s head.”

>>36731690
Well there's this sweet little abomination we ran into/through when we jumped through a corner one time.

You and Moriah circle around, just in case there’s another cop walking around somewhere. If there is, you don’t run into one.

“That’s it?” Moriah whispers to you, pointing ahead.

The dark wreckage of the warehouse rises into the air above. Half of it is burned out. The demon hunter’s big attack must have started a blaze. You’re not surprised – fire is a key feature of fights involving demons.

“Well. That was it,” you say. Most of the building is intact. You know, except the roof. And some of the walls. And some of the interior. Well, all of the interior.

You and Moriah creep forward, staying low and in the cover of shipping containers.

Getting closer, you can spot the officers supposed to be keeping an eye on the place. They’re on the far wall, watching the building, which has been cordoned off by dozens and dozens of yards of crimescene tape. Several bright floodlights have been erected amongst the wreckage by what you assume were forensics crews. Tarps and equipment still litter the area.

“A lot of bad things happened here,” Moriah says quietly, staring at the wreckage.

You feel like you need to get in there and poke around for yourself, but with those cops watching, that’s going to be a no go. “Stupid cops,” you mutter. With all the lights in the wreckage, there’s no way you can just sneak in and have a look. Maybe there’s a way to turn them off? But even so, that might put the cops on edge. That’s the last thing you need.

Moriah presses her lips together in a frown. “Maybe they’ll leave soon? They can’t be here all night,” she reasons.

>Come up with slick plan (?)
>Wait them out.
>Other (?)

I will return in approximately 2 to 3 hours.

>>36731783
Looks like the mysterious slayer was an FBI guy. I guess it could still be Satt, but doesn't seem likely that it was Waldo. Or it could have still been waldo calling the FBI...

>>36731819
>Wait them out.

>>36731819
>Come up with slick plan

"I am the ghooost of Christmas futuuure. Whooo, Dooon't be a diiiiick!"

>>36731819
>Come up with slick plan (Scare them unconscious) also maybe >>36731912

>>36731851
And that is my que to hit the sack. Great thread so far Lawn master, I look forward to reading the rest of this in the morning!

>>36731819
>Other (?)
Bug out. There's too much heat here.

>>36731819
>Slick plan
Ask Moriah if she can charm them or project an illusion or something for long enough for us to slip in. Failing that, use Monster as a noise distraction.

>>36731819
They're probably working on shifts, so I don't think waiting them out is going to work.

Trying to scare them is probably just going to put them on edge, they're cops, not gangsters.

Maybe we should circle back around to the parking lot, see what whispers can pick up

>>36731819
>Come up with slick plan (?)

Find where the floodlights are plugged in, have Monster distract the cops, like making noise in the distance, then sabotage the electrical lines, make it look like an accident, a blown fuse or something caught on fire.

It'll raise suspicion, but once they find the fault they'll probably just bitch about substandard wiring instead of thinking it sabotage. And while they're investigating we can find a chance to check out the scene.

>>36731912
>>36731930
This is a terrible, terrible idea. FBI knows about magic shit. They'll just think we're some of the goons that worked here trying to recover something from the place.

Why don't we just go around the side and step through the corner? I mean, we'd be leaving Moriah, but we'll come back for her.

>>36732077
I agree, although let's just try and avoid them altogether if we can.

>>36732088
This might work

>>36732088
The problem isn't getting in. The problem is that the place is lit up like a Christmas Tree.

>>36732128
They're watching the front though. If we start off inside, in darkness, we can stretch the shadows around the wreckage so that we can slink around.

>>36731819
>Wait them out.

I'm back.

>>36734219
Super

>>36734219
Neat

FUCK YEAH, HELLBORN QUEST.
how did the finals go?

So what's happening is locating a power cable, sabotaging it, and seeing what happens.

Somebody roll some dice.

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>36734586

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>36734586

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Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>36734586

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>36734602
>>36734630
>>36734633
Ah, it's been so long since I've seen dice in Hellborn. Nice to see they're as shitty as ever.

>>36734650
Shoulda waited m80. Now we're going to try to sabotage the lines and electrocute ourself in the process. Or something>

“Nah, they’re probably on shifts,” you say, ducking back behind the shipping container to rethink the situation. “Can you like, do an illusion or something? Like, make us invisible for a bit?”

“It would be difficult,” says Moriah. “I don’t know if I could manage it well enough to get through the light.”

“How about charming them? Oh – or like, putting them to sleep?”

Moriah grimaces. “Remember that time with the plant?”

A view of a fern blackening and turning to dust plays before your eyes. “Got it. Bad idea. Okay – all those lights in there. They’ve got to be plugged in somewhere, right?”

She knows where you’re going with this. “Can you use the imp to find the connection?” asks Moriah. “Likely they have an extension cord set up somewhere. I doubt the warehouse’s electrical system is up to code anymore.”

“Just sec.” You assume direct control of Monster, taking to the skies on lithe wings. You scan the ground as you circle the warehouse, your keen eyes picking out details you’d probably miss yourself at that distance. And… right there. You see the cord, coming out the side of the building and trailing along the ground to another warehouse.

And you also see cop number two. Or actually cop number three.

You pull out. “Cord’s on the other side,” you tell Moriah, looking at her through the darkness. “But… there’s a cop moseying around.”

“Just one?”

“Yahp.”

“I can do that,” she says. She crouches low and begins to sneak off.

>Where do you think you’re going?
>You stay. I go. No following.
>Have faith in Moriah’s elite skills.
>Other (?)

>>36734770
>Where do you think you’re going?

>>36734770
>Have faith in Moriah’s elite skills.
"Make your teacher proud."

>>36734770
>Have faith in Moriah’s elite skills.

>>36734770
>Have faith in Moriah's elite skills.

>>36734770
>You stay. I go. No following.

You didn’t really expect Moriah to take off and save the day, but you figure she’s good for it. You decide to keep an eye on her from Monster’s perspective.

She creeps around the edge of the building, picking her way over stray rubble that hasn’t yet been cleared away. The cop ahead starts coming her way, and Moriah blurs and vanishes from sight. It takes a few moments for the police officer to turn out of sight, but when he does, she rushes up to the power cord.

You let Monster free just in time to see the lights flooding the warehouse ruins waver and flicker. The cops keeping guard start walking over, but a second later the lights uniformly flat line, plunging the entire scene into blackness.

“Ha! I told them the bulbs would burn out if they left them on all night,” says the hat-wearing officer.

“Not all at the same time,” says the other. He clicks his radio. “Yo Addison, you trip on the power line? Lost lights.” An indecipherable muttering comes from the other end of the radio.

Hat cop shrugs. “Some excitement to shake up the night,” he says.

The two cops leave their post to go investigate the lack of lights, which is your cue. You speed over to the wreckage, which you’re able to do with incredible haste with nobody watching you. Within a moment you’re amongst rubble and burned cinders. The smell of ash and oily smoke fill the air.

Here and there, pieces of the makeshift demon camp stick out of the ruins, but for the most part, this is unidentifiable as the place you crashed just twenty-four hours ago.

You pick your way through, beginning to rethink the wisdom of coming here. What did you think you’d gain? There’s obviously nothing here obvious enough for you to figure out, here. Why did you feel drawn toward this place? You’re not stupid, but this was a pretty dumb. (+3 Stress: 29/100)

In frustration, you twist at the shadows around you, knocking pieces of ash into the air.

Suddenly, a whisper floats at the verge of your hearing.

You turn, though you see nothing but darkness. You could have sworn -

B̶a̛n͞g̀ wo̶

The voice, almost pleading, sends an unnatural chill creeps up your spine. Or… was it a voice? You’re not sure if you actually…. (-1 Sanity: 97/100)

Se̷rwel̴k̨ęn

The sound or whatever it is comes and goes into the darkness without a trace. But the word – you’ve heard that word before. It’s what barrel-chest called you. You strain your ears, focusing on the origin point of the sound. You’re sure you can make out the direction.

You hear another brush of wind.

M͏i̢ngl͜e ͝b̵us͢i̕n̛es̕s ͢ẁi̛ţh̕ ̶p̀l̷eas͡ưre

The sound is oily and dark as night. The sound of a flitting shadow.

S̡̡̧̛í̛͝͝͞-̵͘͟é͏̢r̛r̵̀͘-̢̢ą̴͞

They’re whispering for you. They’ve always been whispering for you. (-2 Sanity: 95/100)

>You can almost make out what they're saying. You just have... to....
>This is getting weird.
>Other.

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>36735395
>>You can almost make out what they're saying. You just have... to....

It's a good thing we don't have any pressing engagements. And no enemies absolutely desperate for our head's.

>>36735395
>>You can almost make out what they're saying. You just have... to....

>>36735395
>>You can almost make out what they're saying. You just have... to....
Just gotta peer through the Zalgo.

>Bang we
>Serwelken
>Mingle business with pleasure
>Sierra


It'd probably help if we whispered back to them in shadow-speak?


Wḩ̡ơ͝ ͟w̵̵̨as t̛̕̕he͝͏͟ ̸d͡e̢̨͝m̸͏͏on͢ ̢h͝͞u̴͞n̵͘t̶́͡e̸r̷̷?̸

>>36735395
>You can almost make out what they're saying. You just have... to....

The shadows have always been with us, we just have to accept them.

>>36735395
>>You can almost make out what they're saying. You just have... to....

>>36735395
>You can almost make out what they are saying. You just have...to...

Roll them dice.

>>36735395
>M͏i̢ngl͜e ͝b̵us͢i̕n̛es̕s ͢ẁi̛ţh̕ ̶p̀l̷eas͡ưre

Real fuckin' helpful, Mr. Shadow. That could be a billion people. It could be Satt, or it could have been Mjloz, or Iptaph, or one of the other scumbag organ thieves, or it could be Sierra herself.

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>36735484
shadows guide my roll

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>36735484

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>36735484

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>36735484
I wonder if having bad luck helps. Would it inverse itself for high rolls?

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>>36735514
Hi

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>>36735573
Oh hi Mark

You can almost make out what they're trying to say. All you… have to do is… just….

Focus.

You sift through the varying voices to the one attempting speech. In your way are innumerable voices, blending together like radio static. There are many, and at the same time, it’s just the one. It’s difficult to shut the others away. You close down your perceptions of them, of their words. Bracing yourself, you focus.

The whisper buzzes into your ears, intangible, and uncomfortably slick.

Yo͞u ąnd s͠h͡e c̴ame v̨e͝i̷led͠ ̧in̸ v́eng͜e̷anc̴e, wield͢ing͢ fir̀e.́ ̡Yo̶u͡ a̵r̶ri̕ved̢ ͏on̴ the͟ be͟seec̵hi̸n͞g͜ óf̵ ̛ţh̕e͡ ͝lesser̴, ̨sh̡e͜ o̴n͞ t̛h̶e̴ promise ͜o͜f t̸h͟e gr̕ea̶tęr.̸

A voice, tangible, comes across. It’s one you’ve heard before. It belongs to Sattler. “You have one chance to answer,” she says, her voice growling. “Where’s the Verwelken?”

The shadow assumes a croaking, pain-wracked voice, belonging to the headless barrel-chest Stygian you ran into. “I – Hotep. She killed Hotep and sanished! I- ughk - ” he trails off in a bout of breathless gurgling.

The sounds still, though you’re not quite alone in the dark. You can sense the shadows at the edge of your awareness, murmuring inaudibly.

>That’s as good a note as any to end on. Time to get out of here.
>You can get more than that! Screw the shadows being vague or whatever. Keep listening.
>Try to get the shadows to tell you something specific (?)
>Other (?)

Well, whatever you do, I think I'm going to bed.

I'll post on twitter when I have a run time.

>>36735959
>You can get more than that! Screw the shadows being vague or whatever. Keep listening.
Though this could quickly lead to a huge loss of sanity.

>>36735959
>You can get more than that! Screw the shadows being vague or whatever. Keep listening.

Good shadows, they're being helpful.

>>36735959
That's good enough for me. We learned that it was Satt for sure and she was sent by someone who isn't Waldric.

Let's get the fuck out of here before they turn the lights back on or worse, whoever's in here with us stabs us.

>That’s as good a note as any to end on. Time to get out of here.

>>36735959
>Try to get the shadows to tell you something specific (?)
Who is the greater? 99.9% sure that "the lesser" is Waldo, but I wanna figure out just who tried to get us killed.

It's probably papa Crowther.

On a side note, I'm totally voting for the invisibility power next pick session. That shit would be mad useful.

>>36736077
It might be referring to the sizes of the governments. Waldric is the 'lesser', smaller, somewhat illegitimate government.
Satt works for, or at least has some connection to, the FBI as shown by the police chatter earlier. That would definitely be a 'greater' government, especially when compared to Waldric's thing.

>>36735959
>Try to get the shadows to tell you something specific
"What did the greater one promise to her?"

>>36735959
>That’s as good a note as any to end on. Time to get out of here.
Nice to see you back, OP

>>36736040
>whoever's in here with us stabs us
There's nobody in here with us, that part was referring to the shadows.

Though it might be a good idea to leave before one of the cops wanders in here.

>>36735959
>That’s as good a note as any to end on. Time to get out of here.
We've still got Moriah to worry about, and they can plug the lights in at any time, let's not go pushing our luck

>>36735959
>>You can get more than that! Screw the shadows being vague or whatever. Keep listening.

>>36735959
>>That’s as good a note as any to end on. Time to get out of here.

>>36735959
>>You can get more than that! Screw the shadows being vague or whatever. Keep listening.

>>36735959
You still alive, Lawngod?

>>36735959
>That’s as good a note as any to end on. Time to get out of here.

>>36736864
>>36736005

>>36735959
>>You can get more than that! Screw the shadows being vague or whatever. Keep listening.

>>36736975
Damn it, missed that

>>36730020
Sierra is becoming a quantic demon. An uncollapsed wave of murder, stabbiness, and snark possibilities, until she resolves on your back.

>>36737493
>until she resolves on your back.
Buttsex?

>>36737504
If that's what you want to call it.

>>36737513
Surprise buttsex?

>>36735959
>You can get more than that! Screw the shadows being vague or whatever. Keep listening.