>>46646835
>Alright, what’s our alibi?

>>46646835
>Alright, what's our alibi

>>46646835
>Alright, what’s our alibi?

I nod, “Yes sir… what exactly is our alibi?”

He harrumphs, stamping his feet in the snow. “You’re my grandson, and we’re here to pray for a short winter.” He mutters, “You’re James and I’m… Alan.”

I nod silently and he leads the way forwards, drawing his cloak tight around himself, he nods to the hulking guard Alison and I had half blinded during the escape. “Mornin’.” Mr Johnson grunts. “Shocker out, innit?”

The guard glares suspiciously. “State your business.”

My master gestures, “The boy and I are just here for a spot of prayer, we’re here helping his father get some work done, and thought we’d nip in is all.”

The guard looks between us, and I keep my head down, hoping he won’t recognise me. Finally, the guard speaks, “Keep out the way of the repairs, and don’t go wandering about.” He steps aside, opening the gate behind him and letting us through.

We crunch across the gardens, dodging around a pulley system that helps haul rocks to the roof and step into the hall, the priests and nuns bustling about, most of the pews stripped out of the hall, save the first few rows. We move to sit, under the severe gaze of an elderly nun, as Mr Johnson bows his head.

I do like wise, waiting for the nun to leave, for our chance to sleep away, but she keeps her hands on her hips, even as the hall empties and fills around her.

Mr Johnson stays silent, head down, hugging himself againt the cold wind that seeps in, so still he almost looks asleep.

If you stick to whispers, she won’t be able to hear you from here. “How do we get rid of her?” I hiss.

He hums, his lips barely parting, “How do you think?”

>Toss a coin behind her
>She looks rather frail, you could lock her in a cupboard
>Just keep waiting, she can’t have all day
>Write in

>>46647403
>Just keep waiting, she can’t have all day
Feels like there's too many people around for the other options to work.

>>46647403
>Toss a coin behind her

>>46647403
>Just keep waiting, she can’t have all day

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well, roll me a d20 for hardcore waiting action

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>46647661

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>46647661

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>46647661

I lapse back into silence, waiting patiently. The nun keeps staring, growing clearly annoyed that we’ve been here so long.

Mr Johnson sits up a little more, putting his hands together in a prayer for a moment, leaning down and resting his forehead on his chin. The nun meets my eyesight, now openly glaring.

She starts to take a step forward, her mouth starting to open, to tell us to get out, when the candle holder next to her suddenly jerks crashing over, hot wax spilling all over the floor, the flames snuffing out.

She whips around, tutting in annoyance, she bends setting the holder back on it’s spindly feet, before she scoops the candles up, the red wax now marred with dirt and dust. Another cluck and she sighs, heading through a back door to get replacements.

“Well, that was fortunate.” Mr Johnson mutters, lifting his head, looking a little paler. He gets to his feet, eyes darting around the room, before nodding. “Come along boy.” He barges through a door easily, into the supply room I snuck in last time, shifting the food aside and down the dark ladder in moments.

I shut the door and follow him down, watching as he patiently waits by the door, head tilted, like a wolf listening for prey through the wood. “We’re clear.” He nods, darting out the door and making for the stairwell, heading down.

I hurry after him, down to the still silence of the lowest level, no screams down here, and they can’t have brought in any prisoners with how busy they’ve been rebuilding… I hope.

Mr Johnson’s already off down the hall, shunting at the door towards the cell he’d been kept in, into the semi-earthen tunnel, but it’s locked.

He scowls, “Damn, the one time they bother to lock up.” He tries the other two doors as well, but they’re locked just as tight.”

He fishes something out of his bag, “Could use this.” He mutters, rolling a small sack of black powder in his hand. “A strike of flint and the hinges will blow out. Cost a damn fortune though, and using it on this door… besides it’d make a lot of noise….”

>I could go look for a key?
>Let’s blow this thing
>What happened to that candle holder up there?
>Write in

>>46647842
>I could go look for a key?
No way we'll be outrunning anyone with Mr Johnson like that, which means making noise is out if at all possible.

>>46647842
>I could go look for a key?

>>46647842
>Write in
Are the hinges on this side of the door?
Could we lever the door up or otherwise lift the hinges out?

alrighty gonna need 2d20s for that

Rolled 1, 9 = 10 (2d20)

>>46648067

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Rolled 11, 8 = 19 (2d20)

>>46648067

>>46648106
Bun a shit

Rolled 5, 5 = 10 (2d20)

>>46648067

Ah Leon, you and your shit rolls

Rolled 1, 12 = 13 (2d20)

>>46648067

>>46648090
>>46648106
>>46648194
These are decidedly shit rolls.
Leon won't get more bunny time like this.

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“I could go look for a key?” I suggest, looking back at the staircase. “You rest up, and I’ll see what I can find.”

He grunts, waving you away, “Just don’t do anything stupid.” He growls.

I nod, heading up, back to the first level underground and take a look around, peeking my head in the first door I come to, right before something heavy and metal slams into the top of my skull.

That big knight guy had been standing right in the doorway, and has just slammed his helmet down right on top of my head, knocking my feet out from under me. I try to roll to the side, but he presses his foot down on my back, softly, but firmly, keeping me planted in place, the door swinging shut behind me.

I spot a set of keys on his belt, but there’s no way I can reach them like this. “Sorry about that child.” He says softly, “You startled me, but, admittedly, you are also not supposed to be down here, creeping into my room like this either.” I try to struggle a little more, but that boot isn’t moving any time soon.

“I… just got lost.” I throw out, “I’m sorry.”

His bald head tilts, “You got lost down a whole flight of stairs?” He asks gently. “Very well then, I’ll show you the proper way back out.”

He releases his foot, giving me space to stand, his helmet tucked under his arm, as I scoop my staff back up, making sure my bag is still latched shut and nothing spilled. Okay, this isn’t good…

>Go along with it, there has to be another way in.
>Grab his key and make a break for it
>Staff, meet face.
>Write in

>>46648469
>Write in
Pretend to trip and grab keys in the 'fall'?

>>46648469
>Write in
Start making small talk as a dumb kid.
What is this place? Who are you? Why aren't people allowed here? Where's the bathroom, because that's what I was looking for when I got lost.

Maybe a chance to steal the keys or kill this guy will present itself.

>>46648469
Seconding >>46648569

Ha! Ha! Time for Bunny Waifu Simulator!

>>46648469
Thirding >>46648569

right, need a d20 on that DC is 16

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>46648855
TRIO GUIDE MY DICE

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>46648855

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>46648855

You nod, taking a single step past him, before you fake a trip over the uneven floor, hands flailing, you just barely manage to hook his keys up and off his belt, tucking and rolling to the floor.

“Sunshine and holy thoughts upon you boy, you have the devil’s own luck against you.” He murmurs, leaning down and pulling you back to your feet. He pauses slightly, “You’re not… a simpleton, are you?”

You pull your arm up your sleeve a little, hiding the key. “Errrr… simptun?” You repeat.

He clucks his tongue sympathetically. “Oh, I’m very sorry, poor child, you must have gotten lost.” He dusts your shoulders off, and you sneak the keys into your pockets, “Is the staff to help you test the ground?” He asks softly, “Course it is, now, let’s say we go find whoever lost you, shall we?”

He drags you out into the hall, towards the far end of the staircase leading down, opening the door to another stairwell, this one only leading upwards.

You glance up at him, eyeing the loose grip he has on your wrist, thinking about your next step. Tripping again, he might just decide to carry you, which wouldn’t happen any.

>Follow his lead, not much you can do.
>Trip him up and make a break for it
>Write in

>>46649146
>Follow his lead, not much you can do.

>>46649146
>Trip him up and make a break for it

>>46649146
Any way to get him to trip and fall down the stairs when we're at the top? Maybe have him break his neck at best?

>>46649320
That would be loud as hell though.

>>46649146
>Follow his lead, not much you can do.

>>46649146
>Follow his lead, not much you can do

You sigh inwardly, letting him lead you back out to the grand hall, where he addresses the nun. “Excuse me, Tessa?” She glances at him, “This poor soul, he’s a bit… soft in the head, and he wandered off from his parents, would you happen to have seen them?”

She purses her lips, “He was here with an old man, but I thought they left once I stepped out for some fresh candles.” She sighs, “Go ask Tommy at the gate where he went.”

The giant man pulls you on, tugging your hood up as you step into the snow, dragging you across the yard now, “Tommy? Did you see which way the old man that came through earlier with this boy went?”

The guard grunts, spitting on the street before he looks closer. “With him? They never left?” The armoured man tilts his head, confused as you’re lead onto the street outside the walls.

“Never left?”

The guard shrugs again, “Not while I was looking.”

They both turn to look at you, pale blue eyes peering out from the slit in his helmet. They tower over you, suddenly menacing, before- “Alan!” A familiar voice cuts through the air, a cloaked figure stepping up beside you. “Grandfather’s been looking all over for you!” Kara scolds, grabbing at your other wrist, tugging you away from the guard. “Sorry about him, he’s my big dumb brother.” She smacks your wrist softly, “We told you not to walk off!”

The guards stare after the two of you as she drags you away, before you round a corner, dropping the gormless look on your face. “Thanks.” You sigh, sagging against the wall.

“Where’s Mr Johnson?” She asks, peeking back cautiously.

“Two stories under the ground, waiting for these.” You grimace, holding the keys.

>Kara, reckon you can jump the wall and get them to him?
>Try stacking boxes around the back wall and climb in
>Tell them you dropped something inside that you want to get back.
>Write in

>>46649768
>Try stacking boxes around the back wall and climb in

>>46649768
>Try stacking boxes around the back wall and climb in
I'd really rather not risk sending Kara in alone.

>>46649768
>Try stacking boxes around the back wall and climb in

and another 2d20s this time

Rolled 12, 18 = 30 (2d20)

>>46650079

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Rolled 14, 7 = 21 (2d20)

>>46650079

Rolled 12, 13 = 25 (2d20)

>>46650079

Rolled 20, 16 = 36 (2d20)

>>46650079

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“Alright, we can fix this, just… help me pile up some boxes around the back.” I whisper, darting down a side street, following the walls until we’re behind the building, menacing gargoyles staring down at me, the ones that remain glaring at me, like they know I smashed their friends. After my talks to Springheel, they might very well come to life when the sun’s down too.

I shrug the thought off, clambering up and over the wall, darting past the collection of cabins at the back, scurrying into the church through a back wall, I pause, unseen, before I hear hurried breathing behind me, Kara right alongside me.

“Go back!” I hiss, “This is spook work!”

She shakes her head, “Every time I leave you alone, you get in more and more danger.” She pouts, “I’m sticking with you until the gate at least.”

I sigh, but she seems resolved. Damn it.

I duck inside, down the stairs again, slink down the hall, hiding in nooks when priests mill out from their rooms, before we’re finally back down to the bottom floor.

“Took you long enough.” The spook mutters, before his eyes lock on Kara. “Why’s she here.” He asks quietly.

“To keep Leon safe.” She answers.

“She pulled me out of the fire, I got caught and thrown out by the guards, and I think they suspect you’re still in here too.” I tell him, gripping my staff tight. “Whatever we’re doing, we best do it quick, or lock this door behind us.”

He scowls, unlocking the hallway and stepping in. “Girl. You’re waiting here.” He presses the keys into her hand after we step in. “You’re to keep the door locked, and if we’re not back by the time this burns out.” He hands a candle with flint. “You’re to get out of this place on your own.”

She chews her lip for a moment, looking ready to protest, before I lay a hand on her shoulder, and she gives a nod. “Fine.”

He’s already walking away, holding the lone key he took from the ring, this one gleaming silver like the gate. We step down the rocky side path, staring at the gate, the mewling of a kitten coming through, the rattling of bones, the whistling sound of flying arrows and harsh winds.

“What… is that?” I ask, feeling something tickling at my neck.

“Damned if I know.” He replies, eyeing the key. “It’s got no marks though, so it wasn’t bound by a spook.” He rests against the wall, slapping colour into his pale cheeks.

He’s such a frail old man. I could just shove him over, and he’d probably break something. Without him, Kara and I would be free, free to do whatever we wan-

He cuffs you over the head. “Don’t stare at me with eyes like that boy.” He warns. “You start thinking dark thoughts, you bite your cheek and you tell me.” He reaches into his bag, handing something to you. “Salt taffy. It might just help”

I stick it in my mouth, wincing at the horrible taste.

>I really don’t think we should go in there.
>It’s making me want to hurt you
>Let’s go already
>Maybe we should keep Kara with us.
>Write in

>>46650512
>Let’s go already

>>46650512
>It’s making me want to hurt you
>Let’s go already

>>46650512
>Let’s go already

>>46650512
>It's making me want to hurt you
>Let's go already

>>46650512
>It’s making me want to hurt you
>Let’s go already

>>46650512
>It’s making me want to hurt you
>other: could it be behind the Church killing entire towns? Will they ever be brought to justice for that?

>>46650503
Adding to >>46650544
>Do you think it caused the church to kill those townsfolk?

“It’s making me want to hurt you.” I mutter.

He nods, “Likewise. But if we keep our thoughts sharp, we can keep it at bay.”

I nod, “Do you think it’s behind the churches violence? Some of them don’t seem the type for slaughtering whole villages.”

Another nod. “Almost definitely, I’ve never even heard of them doing something like this before… Although, if they kill the entire villages, they could have been doing it for a while now.”

I gulp. “Well, let’s go already.”

He inserts the key and twists, hurrying me through, before locking the gate tight behind him. “If the gate is silver, then no doubt we’re dealing with something dark, so stay sharp boy.” He reaches into his bag, unfurling his silver chain, coiling it around his wrist, his staff ready.

We tread down the rocky tunnel, the dank air pressing against us, the noises continuing unabated as my eyes adjust to the complete dark.

After a moment, the spook pauses, glancing at yawning holes in the walls to either side of us. He gives a huge sniff, before he nods to himself. “We’re inside some catacombs.” He mutters. “It stinks of ancient death in here, can you smell it?” I sniff, but he cuts me off, “Course you can’t you only know fresh corpses.” He swallows. “This could well be very bad news.”

We continue on, before we come to a fork in the road, one path left, one right, curling away from each other underground. “We’ll take the left.” He mutters, going silent as a noise like a colossal pig squeal echoes down the hallway, a death squeal if I’ve ever heard one, echoing up and down the halls.

A million notes flurry through my mind, but this doesn’t seem like anything I’ve heard of.

“Please! Don’t!” A man’s voice screams, coming from right behind us.”NnnnOOO OENDA SAVE MY SOUL!”

We whip around, but there’s nothing but empty space. I suck harder on the salty food, the bitter taste clearing my mind.

Another fork in the road, and we head left, past more holes in the wall, crunching over the occasional bone that lies in the path. “It’s a damn maze down here.” Mr Johnson grumbles. “Damn it! We must have walked at least a mile at this point.”

A new voice curls up out of the dark, the gentle voice of that armoured man. “I provide this gift of blood that I might be granted Oenda’s eternal power.” A slight hiss, then a sudden splashing that grows as loud as a waterfall, building in volume, like a flood rushing towards us, followed by a desperate suckling sound.

“Oenda’s power, is it?” The spook muses. “We’ll see.”

>Could it be some sort familiar relationship that’s been reversed?
>Some sort of demon?
>Split up, we might find it sooner
>Keep quiet and follow
>Write in

>>46651185
>Could it be some sort familiar relationship that’s been reversed?

>>46651185
>Some sort of demon
Posing as Oenda, or one of Oenda's angels, and controlling the church?

>>46651185
>Could it be some sort familiar relationship that’s been reversed?

>>46651185
>Some sort of demon?

>>46651185
>>Some sort of demon?

“Could it be some… demon, maybe?” I ask

He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “That’s a matter of perspective, one supposes. Some say boggarts are demons, and witches are succubi given human flesh. Now do we know that for certain?” He flicks his staff to his other hand. “What we DO know is we seem to be dealing with something that trades power for blood.”

Right…

A sharp spike of cold wind gusts past us, fluttering our cloaks a moment. “That was… natural air.” The spook muses. “Is there another exit?” He licks a finger and holds it to the air, nodding. A short walk later, two lefts, then a right, and we stumble into another silver gate, the ground sloping up past it.

Mr Johnson tries the key and it slots the gate open cleanly. “Another exit to keep in mind.” He nods, before sealing it tight again.

He doubles back, following some path that seems to make sense to him, before he comes to a halt at a new intersection, paths splitting off in five separate tunnels. Then he looks down, beckoning me, he pulls a candle from his bag and lights it with a single stroke, revealing a wet red smear on the ground, streaked with brown fur and the odd white lump of bone..

“A cat. Or, a least, it was.” He mutters, shaking his head sorrowfully. “It was… crushed flat, and not by a rock.”

I resist the urge to retch as he prods with the end of his staff, a sticky, nearly flat slab lifting off the ground. “Poor creature, must have stumbled it’s way in here.”

Who cares, it’s just a stupid animal, they live, they die, they- I bite my cheek. “It almost got me again.” I mutter, before a grunting snuffle sounds from down the hall. There’s a solid, moving mass behind the noise, and the spook blows his candle out, upright in a second. “Well, well…” Thousands of voices shift around us, “Two spooks come to play, have we? Leon Scarlow, the coroners boy, and- Ohohoho. Johnson, is it?”

I strain my eyes in the dark, but despite the…. Just the sense that something big is standing there, I can’t see anything in the dark. The spook doesn’t even respond, just flinging his chain straight down the tunnel.

>Iron and salt toss
>Lay a circle around yourself, might hold it off.
>Staff jab, drive it back
>Write in

>>46651769
>Lay a circle around yourself, might hold it off.
>Iron and salt toss

>>46651769
>>Lay a circle around yourself, might hold it off.

>>46651769
>write in
Just be on the ready. It called out to us so it might not actually be there. No sense wasting good salt on that.

>>46651769
>Lay a circle around yourself, might hold it off.

right, well, give me 2d20 on that shit

Rolled 15, 20 = 35 (2d20)

>>46652112

Rolled 14, 11 = 25 (2d20)

>>46652112

Rolled 6, 9 = 15 (2d20)

>>46652112

Rolled 13, 14 = 27 (2d20)

>>46652112

Rolled 13, 7 = 20 (2d20)

>>46652112

I hear the heavy end strike flesh somewhere down the hall, a pained grunt and annoyed snarl, as I move around the spook

I keep a steady hand as I pull out salt and iron, spreading them in a wide berth around us, as loud footsteps thunder towards us. I finish the circle with plenty of time, hurling a full handful of salt and iron into the air, hoping that whatever’s coming is actually physically there.

The salt and iron hit a solid patch of air, bursting outwards, the creature letting out a howl of misery, the salt sticking to it’s skin with a sizzle, before it barrels through the ring. The spook and I split apart, the beast barrelling through us and slamming off a wall, leaving a dent in the rock.

Just lie down, just lie down and die, it’ll be much easier on me, just- I bite my tongue, focusing, pay attention!

It shakes the salt off, hissing and snarling… the spook’s gone. I can’t see him anywhere in the dark, and the footsteps of the creature fade away.

I call out, but… nothing, no response.

“Just lay down and die.” I whisper. Ju- Another bite.

Mr Johnson fades back into sight, slapping me across the face. “A brave attempt boy, but it didn’t work.” He mutters, kicking at the split circle. “It definitely hurt it, but that’s not going to keep it away.

He reels in his chain, coiling it up again. “I think…” He mutters, “That we’re dealing with… a boggart of some sort. Perhaps one that was a familiar long ago, but it’s drunked so deep, that it’s… something new, something I don’t think I’ve seen before.”

>So we fight it like a boggart then.
>Maybe we should run, for now at least
>How do I know you’re not a hallucination.
>Write in

>>46652642
>So we fight it like a boggart then. but, >How do I know you’re not a hallucination.

>>46652746
>Mr Johnson fades back into sight, slapping me across the face.

>>46652642
Do we fight like a boggart or a familliar then?

>>46652642
>So we fight it like a boggart then.

>>46652642
>Write in
Pick up a handful of the salt/iron and sprinkle some on us and some on Johnson.
It might help to keep its thoughts out of our heads (and it's a subtle way to check if it's a hallucination).

>>46652642
Oh yeah, >>46652818 is a good idea, seconding.

>>46652642
>So we fight it like a boggart then.
+ >>46652818

>>46652818
second! I'm this >>46652746 guy

>>46652642
>Sprinkle salt and iron on both of us.

“So we fight it like a boggart, right?”

He nods, staring around the dark, while I scoop up a handful of salt, pouring it over my head to little effect, as far as I can tell. Still, it might pay off down the line, before I glance over at my master, casually sprinkling some over his head.

He hisses, bursting into a cloud of smoke seeping away. “Damn you boy!”

I gulp, jumping back.

“Leon?” A timid voice calls to me, someone short brushing up against me from behind. “Leon, are you alright?”

I hurl the salt over my shoulder, not watching as the image of Kara bursts, spinning around. Snap out of it Leon, come on…

“I’ll let you go.” That deep voice whispers. I’ll let you all go, for just a small price, just a few sips of your blood, and your free to-”

Someone shakes me roughly, before tossing me to the floor. “Damn it boy, get your head about you!” My master calls. I toss a handful of salt at him, but it bounces off harmlessly. I relax a half moment, spotting him rubbing at his eyes, before he offers a hand to pull me up.

“It told me, it took your shape, and it said it was a boggart.”

He grunts, “So, it’s either definitely not a boggart… or it’s bluffing, and trying to get us to play into it’s hands.” He sighs, spinning. “And on top of all this, we have to find out way out now.”

I’m thrown off my feet, a terrible weight pressing down on me, “Die!” The creature snarls, “Die like the worm you arrrgh!” The spook’s got his staff buried between it’s shoulders, a short blade having sprung out of the bottom end, seen through the beast’s invisible body it hovers inches from my face as the creature bucks off of me, backing away into the dark.

I pant, gaining my feet again, as he spins his staff, the blade twitching about. “Iron and silver alloy.” He grunts. “Before you ask, no you can’t have one yet.”

I swallow, staring out, spinning back to back, unsure which hallway the beast went down. I’m low on salt too, one handful left, two for iron.

>I think we should make a break for it.
>Let’s light some candles, it might make things easier
>Write in

>>46653344
>Let’s light some candles, it might make things easier

>>46653344
>>Let’s light some candles, it might make things easier

>>46653344
>Make a break for it
You have to know when to fold.

>>46653344
>Rub salt on your palms.
>Let's light some candles, it might make things easier.

>>46653344
>I think we should make a break for it.

>>46653344
>Let’s light some candles, it might make things easier
>Possibly grab some salt or iron from the floor, where we threw it.

I fumble at my pockets, drawing out a candle, “Some light might do us some good, maybe he casts a shadow?” I ask.

He nods, still spinning, keeping his ears pricked and his hood pulled back. “There’s pipes.” He growls, “Flowing through the rock. They empty somewhere nearby. I’m guessing they don’t carry water.”

“Offerings, from my sweet children.” The voice purrs out of the dark, “They bring me the blood I desire, and I return the favour with blood.” It lets out a contented growl. “Soon, soon I will have had my fill, and I will be able to break through these walls and this damn ceiling, and the very world shall quake at my feet.”

The spook hurls his chain again, but it glances off a wall. “You don’t seem that intimidating to me! Can’t even kill an old man and a boy.”

Silence for a moment, I see a hint of a shadow flicker off a candle and toss my last hand of salt, the beast recoiling with a hiss. “Just for that, the first thing I will do is find those you two hold dear. I will destroy every last Scarlow that lives, I will tear the damn ears off of that animal you lust for and force feed them to her, and you old man… I’ll dig up that slip of a girl, let her loose, let her tear herself apart, before I finish her off.”

A look of fury washes over the spooks face at that, and he lashes out with his chain again, charging off down a tunnel with the blade in front of him, a scream of fury echoing down the tunnel, his bag dropped a short distance out of the candle light

>After him
>Stay in the light
>Top off from his supplies of salt
>Write in

>>46653909
>After him
>Top off from his supplies of salt

>>46653909
>write-in
Grab his bag and run after him. He can't handle this alone.

>>46653909
>write-in
>Grab his bag and run after him. He can't handle this alone.

Well at least we know now what the deal with that witch in the yard is.

>>46653964
This. If we let him out of sight, we'll be vulnerable to illusions again, and now we are low on salt.

>>46653989
Which one?
He has an entire prison of witches.

>>46653909
>After him
>Grab his bag

And 2d20 again

Rolled 18, 20 = 38 (2d20)

>>46654138

Rolled 20, 16 = 36 (2d20)

>>46654138

Rolled 18, 14 = 32 (2d20)

>>46654138

>>46654155
>>46654171
>>46654177
The dice either prefer Mr. Johnson much more than Leon, or they took exception to the creature threatening Kara.

>>46654188
Threatened not one waifu, but two anon. That's the creature's ultimate mistake.

>>46654188
Mr. Johnson would need some serious luck to survive as long as he has.

I scoop his bag up and barrel after him, left then right, right, and right again, before a sharp left, chasing him down the halls. He takes the odd mad swipe at the air, but mostly he just continues his mad dash. A few pained squeals and grunts ring back at me, so he must be doing well, but it’s hard to tell without anything to see.

He pulls ahead, stabbing and stabbing again, trapping the beast in a corner, when a side room catches your attention, a faint glow grabbing your attention. You spin towards it, as the voice comes again. “Attack as much as you want, as long as my totem stays intact, I can come back as many times as I want.”

You stare at the glowing object, a skull set in a hole in the wall, but it’s… not quite a skull, it’s carved out of one big lump of shell, hollow on the inside, and it’s too small to be a humans skull, despite the near identical shape.

I smash it to the floor with a heave, hearing a worried grunt in the dark, “What? You-”

I stamp on the pieces for good measure. “I got his totem!” I call into the dark, feeling a weight lift from my mind, my thoughts feeling… clean.

“No!” The beast snarls, “You can’t kill me even now! I am Yoging, the Unbound, you will not- RRGH!”

You follow the noises, pulling out an entire pouch of iron shavings from Mr Johnsons’ bag. Well, use it or lose it. I toss it over my masters head, watchign it burst in a glittering cloud, sticking to the invisible beast, right before my master drives his blade home just above his head.

“RRRGrrRRRK!” It hisses, to the stamping of heavy feet. “You will not…” He gives the blade and extra shove, driving it upwards, and the beast sags away, slumping over backwards and blinking into sight for a moment, it’s body rotting away in moments, leaving only bones.

Mr Johnson pants, leaning on his knees, pressing an indent in his staff to make the blade retract. “Boy?” He grunts.

“Yes master?”

He takes a few more pants for breath, before he straightens. “You did good boy.” He extends his left hand, “You’ve earned it. Craig, Craig Johnson.”

You shake his palm, feeling the sweat on it, wiping it off when he looks away, “Well, that’s done. Don’t make a habit of using my first name.” He mutters, pulling his bag off my shoulders and setting it on the ground, “Unbound my arse.” He adds, “No idea what it was, but gather the bones up.” He orders, “I’m going to find a way out.”

I pack the bones away, as many as I can, stuffing them into our bags and my cloak, before following his voice backwards, feeling exhausted as we come to the silver gate again, Kara looking worried as we step through, then relieved.

“Everything okay?”

The spook shrugs, stepping out into the main hall, “Intact.” He shrugs, letting the door swing shut.

She looks to me now, “Intact, I agree.” Feeling at the bruises on my ribs where the thing landed on me. “Mostly.” Her ears twitch under her hood, in a way I think means concern. I try not to think about what that thing threatened.

>Hug the bun
>Let’s get out of here
>Maybe we should try the other exit?
>Write in

>>46654472
>Maybe we should try the other exit?
Hug the bun later, when we aren't still in danger.

>>46654472
>other exit
We won the match, let's not mess up the finale.

>>46654472
>Hug the bun
>Let’s get out of here
>Maybe we should try the other exit?
Bone-filled cloaks are easily noticed.

>>46654472
>Maybe we should try the other exit?
>Write in
Ask Kara to listen for Church guards and give us warning if we're about to walk into an ambush.

Also ask Mr. Johnson if there's anything we should report to the lord of the town that was wiped out; kings and nobles dont like it when others kill revenue-producing peasants. Only nobles are allowed to do that, and it's rude if done to another noble's peasants.

>>46654472
>Hug the Bun

>>46654472
>>Hug the bun
>>Maybe we should try the other exit?

alright one last d20 and I'm gonna wrap up

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>46654800

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>46654800

chuckles thank you

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>46654800

I knock on the door, before he gets to far, “Maybe we should take the other exit, on the far side?” I call out to him. “Getting out through the church might be a mess.”

He pauses, before nodding in agreement. “You’re not wrong.” He admits, “Alright then, hurry along.”

We make our way through the underground paths, tracing back towards the exit, “I have to wonder, though.” Mr Johnson muses, “Who put the silver gates there in the first place.”

You shrug, “Can’t say, we don’t even know how long that thing was down here.”

Silence for a moment, before Kara asks what it was. “Don’t know.” My master tells her. “A shame really, something new, and it had to die.” He looks genuinely remorseful over that. “But, it had to be done.” He nods, as you approach the gate, pulling the lock open and stepping out.

You follow the path up, leading towards the surface, fresh air flowing past finally, lights peering through cracks.

You grit your teeth and push against the stone lid seal, pushing it open enough to step out into a graveyard. Night has set outside, as you clamber up out of a raised stone coffin, looking about awkwardly, glad that no one can see you in the dark.

The cold sets in quickly though, setting Kara’s teeth chattering again, stepping closer to me as Mr Johnson closes the way behind us.

I hand him the key and he pockets it, leading us out, gathering his bearings and leading the way back to the inn, where Alison and Sarah wait.

“We’re heading back to Arling come tomorrow.” He tells them. “So pack your things.” He snaps his fingers at Sarah, “I can find you work if you come with us, in the village. It won’t be easy… but it’s preferable to…” He shrugs, and she lets out a loud sniff. “Get some rest.” He advises, turning in.

You eat up, eager to have a proper meal after your fast, before Alison smacks her forehead, “I gotta get the barge home.” She groans. “And on top of that, me dad’ll kill me.”

You have a little chuckle over that, a normal problem to deal with, not a murderous rampaging monster, just angry parents. You promise to take the blame for it, before you turn in for the night, glad to be heading home.

>End of Spook Quest 15

>>46655180
One last night with Kara in the same bed.
Will Leon hold out?
Can he hold out?

Thanks for the thread, Chuckles. Feels like forever since we last had some buntime.

>>46655309
the answer is yes, because time skip

dont shit your pants, its not a major one

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>>46655358
>>46655474
how embarassing

>>46655499
We've coped this long, just a little longer. Btw Chuckles, I had an idea for some smut. What if our bun finally gets control of her transformation, but after she transforms, she realizes that it comes with a problem. A sexy problem.

We may have killed the creature, and it won't be empowering the Church's enforcers anymore, but the Church will likely continue blood sacrifices for a while since they won't be able to confirm the creature's death immediately.
They will escape justice, which really disappoints me.

>>46655601
They've probably been using it for 'blessings' and a few other things. Having the power suddenly ripped from them wont be a great thing for the church hierarchy either. I imagine change will be coming to the city whether it likes it or not.

>>46655545
no

I'd rather fuck Jeff than a 10 root rabbit

>>46655883
I'd rather get a Jessica, Eva sandwich.

>>46655499
i finally remembered who springheel was a reference to!
I knew the name sounded familiar