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The bestial figure risen from the gaping hole in the ground tries to stretch its wings but finds that it's unable, some sort of invisible barrier keeps it contained within the confines of the summoning circle. It hisses, flame licking out from between its jagged teeth, and whips its head around to face the priest who summoned it.
The other cultist seem either oblivious or unconcerned by the creature's presence, their heads remain bowed in solemn prayer while the priest in lion skin makes a strange series of clicks and pops with his mouth in between shouting what you think might be Greek, though you're not really certain.
The priest draws forth a long dagger as four men wearing nothing but white loin cloths emerge from a door in the side of the church. They hold golden crowns in their hands which seem to smoke in the early morning air, leaving a trail of mist hovering in the air after they've passed. At the sight of these crowns the summoned beast grows incensed, thrashing wildly in his containment in an attempt to break free.
Seven women step forward, rising from the crowed of cultist and falling to their knees in a rough semicircle around the priest and the summoning circle. The crown-bearers set a one of the golden headbands on each of the women and them step away, taking their places at the front of the worshipers while the priest draws forth a long dagger.
(1/3)
The demon, or whatever it is, has stopped thrashing now. It simply sits within its cage, every muscle in its body tensed. You get the sense it's figured out what's happening. The priest stabs the dagger into the edge of the summoning circle, breaking it, and the demon launches itself towards one of the women, the one at the apex of the semicircle. He grabs her by the shoulders, but as he opens his mouth wide something happens.
The crown on her head starts to glow, the tendrils of smoke drifting off its surface wrapping around the demon and constricting it tightly. It fights against its bindings but soon the smoke starts dragging it inwards, towards the woman's head. The demon seems to collapse, losing solidity of form, and in the space of a few seconds it's been sucked into the crown completely. Gone from this world.
The woman has by this point collapsed and started twitching in a way that rather suggest she's having a seizure, blood is pouring down her face, whether from her mouth or nose you can't tell, and you think her eyes might have rolled back in her head. The other women leap into action holding her down, but the priest and the cultist simply watch.
(2/3)
After several minutes the woman stops twitching, and one of the other women remove her crown. On her forehead sits a burning red symbol identical to the one you saw on the creature's chest, though much smaller. You're not sure if the symbol is actually there or if you're able to see it due to your extrasensory capabilities.
The priest, for his part, seems satisfied. He gestures, and the gaggle of women lift up their fallen cohort, carrying her off towards the church.
>Demon summoning cultist with magical crowns? No thanks. Best to step back to your car and drive home to fuck your wife.
>You need to get into that church, wait for the crowd to disperse and then try to find a window you can step through.
>These people seem to know a lot about magic and the occult. Maybe if you announced yourself they'd be willing to teach you?
>Shoot the priest. Cut off the head and the body ought to die. Whatever is happening here, it needs to be stopped.
>Write-in
>Demon summoning cultist with magical crowns? No thanks. Best to step back to your car and drive home to fuck your wife.
First for spoogies.
>>43611679
>>Shoot the priest. Cut off the head and the body ought to die. Whatever is happening here, it needs to be stopped
I don't know whats happening but I don't like it
>>43611679
I want to kill them all
I also want to Gtfoh
>>43611679
>>Shoot the priest. Cut off the head and the body ought to die. Whatever is happening here, it needs to be stopped.
>>43612074
>>43611707
>>43611963
>Bang bang
>>43611687
>>43611963
>Ditch while you still can.
Writin'. ROOOOOOLL 3d10+3 (+3 from Skill) vs DC 17 (Base 15, +2 from Distant Range)
Rolled 8, 3, 1 + 3 = 15 (3d10 + 3)
>>43612195
Rolled 6, 6, 8 + 3 = 23 (3d10 + 3)
>>43612195
Rolled 7, 8, 6 + 3 = 24 (3d10 + 3)
>>43612195
Death
>>43612212
>>43612218
>>43612219
>15, 23, 24 vs DC 17
>Success!
Writin'
>>43612227
wooow fucking murderhobos
>>43612568
>murderhobo
>not being the best choice in any given situation
You unzip your jacket and unclip the compact form of your PDW from where it rest against your side. It's not exactly ideal for this situation, considering that the priest is probably a good sixty feet or so away. Not a monumental distance by any measure, but submachine guns aren't exactly renowned for their accuracy.
The safety comes off with a flick of your thumb and you brace the broad butt of the rifle against your shoulder, your knuckles white around the forward grip attached to the underbarrel rail. It's been quite some time since you shot a fully automatic weapon, but the training you received in the Navy returns to you in the seconds it takes you to sight the priest and squeeze the trigger.
There's a muffled retort, almost like a balloon popping, and the priest jerks violently to his right side. Blood starts to stain his white robes, the color matching the paint on his face. You probably got him in the lung. At first he just seems surprised, but when he opens his mouth and all that comes out is a strangled gasp he seems to realize what's happened.
You depress the trigger, holding it this time, and stitch a line of bullets along the side of the church and into the crowd of cultist. The priest collapse, you think you got him a second time in the gut, and the crowd is thrown into disarray. Screams start to carry through the still morning air, the cries of the wounded or dying, and it's in that moment you question whether you made the right choice.
(1/2)
Because you feel a hand on your shoulder, and turn your head to find a diminutive man with a tattoo on his neck highlighting the bold lines of a sprawling network of vines and symbols similar to your own. Cold seems to flow from his hand, seizing your left arm in its grip and freezing the blood in your veins.
You jerk yourself free of the man's grip and manage to avoid stumbling in the process, quickly bringing the rifle around to face the man only for him to vanish a moment later, a tear opening briefly in the space he was only moments before.
>Fuck him, you need to get out of here now. Step back to your car.
>Stepping might lead him back with you. Maybe you can put that dagger the fey gave you to good use?
>Rush towards the church and confirm the kill by planting a few more bullets into that priest's head. You don't do half measures.
>Write-in
>>43612797
>>Stepping might lead him back with you. Maybe you can put that dagger the fey gave you to good use?
>>43612797
>Stepping might lead him back with you. Maybe you can put that dagger the fey gave you to good use?
GO CROW
>>43612797
>>Stepping might lead him back with you. Maybe you can put that dagger the fey gave you to good use?
>>43612797
>Stepping might lead him back with you. Maybe you can put that dagger the fey gave you to good use?
Do you feel like a hero yet?
>>43612797
>Stepping might lead him back with you. Maybe you can put that dagger the fey gave you to good use?
Hey Soma have you heard about the bans going around recently?
>>43612818
>>43612827
>>43612849
>>43612855
>>43612991
>Knife a bitch
ROOOOOOOLL 3d10+7 (+5 from Skill, +2 from Crow's Dagger) vs DC 21 (Base 15, +6 from Bindings)
>>43613032
Nope, I haven't.
Rolled 3, 4, 6 + 7 = 20 (3d10 + 7)
>>43613086
Rolled 1, 9, 2 + 7 = 19 (3d10 + 7)
>>43613086
Rolled 8, 6, 5 = 19 (3d10)
>>43613086
Say, isn't the rabbit thingy gonna help us with its enhancements towards stuff?
Rolled 9, 3, 9 + 7 = 28 (3d10 + 7)
>>43613086
Death
>>43613086
They're trying to ban people from using "racist" words.
>>43613126
Nigger
chink
gook
beaner
mudslime
>>43613094
>>43613099
>>43613100
>20, 19, 19 vs DC 21
>Failure!
Unlike in BQ, I don't do Great Success or Severe Failure, simply because there's no way to spend.
Anyway, writin'
>>43613126
You mean like nigger, spic, gook, kike, raghead, flumbo, nigglet, coon, biscuit lip...?
>>43613164
That last roll didn't have the multiplier. That 19 ought to be a 26.
>>43613164
Shouldnt that be
20,19,26?
>>43613177
Right you are, Anon. Muh bad.
>>43613164
Trying.
You snatch the dagger the fey queen gifted you from its sheath, and promptly jam it into your thigh. With the blade buried to its hilt in your flesh the world seems to blossom right before your eyes, even as pain wracks your body. You can see colors for which humans have no names and smell the blood soaking the grass near the church. You can even tell the difference between the lamb's blood and the priest's.
The barrage of new sights, sounds, and sensations is momentarily overwhelming. Yet it all vanishes in an instant the second you hear paper telling and detect the subtlest waft of sulfur from behind you. You rip the dagger free of your thigh and spin around, lashing out blindly at the man in question. You get a fist across the jaw for your trouble that sends you stumbling into the trunk of a tree.
You wouldn't really say the punch hurt, but he follows it up by stomping down on your knee. That hurts, that hurts immensely. For a second you think he might have broken your leg, but your worries prove unfounded. You've fallen but you should be able to get up. With ice forming on the tips of his fingers he tries another swipe at you, but you raise the dagger in time and he only ends up slicing his hand open.
It's curious then that as the dagger drinks in the man's blood, the pain in your leg starts to subside. It still hurts, but not as much as it did before. Could the dagger help to heal you, at the cost of another's blood?
(1/2)
The shaman backs away, blood seeping through the cracks of his clenched fist and dripping to the forest floor. Its scent is sharp, cloying, and metallic. It seems to stick in your nostrils, inspiring an ungodly hunger. You'd almost describe it as intoxicating, and for a moment you want nothing more than slit his throat and drink his blood as it spills across the Earth.
You suppress those thoughts and instead brace your PDW, squeezing the trigger only for the man to vanish. Your bullet puts a hole through the tree behind him, rather than through his head, and you're left alone in the woods with the sounds of a dozen or more people crashing through the underbrush growing ever closer.
>You can spew fire from your fingers. Just start setting things alight, that should draw him out.
>Sounds like the cultist have come out to hunt you. Step to the church and see if you can't loot what's inside.
>You need to make sure that priest is dead, charge forward with reckless abandon and kill any demon worshiper who gets in your way.
>Write-in
>>43613535
>You need to make sure that priest is dead, step to his body and triple-tap him
Sup Soma, thanks for a cool papa and an anus
>>43613535
Can we step to where the priest is and light everything up?
>>43613535
>UNLEASH THE CLEANSING FLAME
>BURN THE WOLF IN SHEPHERD'S CLOTH
>>43613535
>>Sounds like the cultist have come out to hunt you. Step to the church and see if you can't loot what's inside.
>>You need to make sure that priest is dead, charge forward with reckless abandon and kill any demon worshiper who gets in your way.
>>43613592
>Implying Soma's not an anus.
>>43613592
*and not an anus
>>43613535
>You need to make sure that priest is dead. move forward with precision. Double tap any wounded or dying. Triple tap the priest and use Burning Buck's powers to burn the church.
>>43613603
Yee, that's totally something you could do.
>>43613535
>You can spew fire from your fingers. Just start setting things alight, that should draw him out.
Fire is always the answer.
>>43613535
>>You can spew fire from your fingers. Just start setting things alight, that should draw him out.
Holy flame burns all that is not pure.
>>43613627
>>43613620
>>43613605
>>43613603
>>43613723
>Go full Swedish metalhead on they asses.
>>43613592
>>43613620
>>43613606
>>43613592
>NO SURVIVORS
Writin' for both. I probably won't need a roll for this, but I might change my mind over the course of writing the post.
>>43613622
If the Bros and Sistas of harmonious aethers apparently deal with the binding of spirits of the demonic kind, then why would another shaman interfere?
He seems fairly neutral by first impression as all we did was try to stop us from doing any more damage throwing only punches, kicks, an attempt to freeze the blood in our veins and an attempt to cripple us with a stomp to the knee.
So either he stopped us because of his MO/affiliations with the cult, under the contract of the bindings of the spirits bound to him, or because of a third party's interests.
We really haven't done enough research/gathered info.
>>43613854
Or he's not a shaman, just another cultist?
Are you fucking retarded? You could literally see the priest binding a spirit to one of the women.
>>43613854
This whole place is on my PURGE THE UNCLEAN list.
It literally made no sense to kill the head priest.
Literally lolrandumb
You close your eyes and focus on the image of the priest lying on the ground, blood seeping from his wounds, and feel a soft tug. The journey is so brief that no times seems to pass between the soft pop of entering that strange realm of stone you travel through and the tearing that comes with reentering the real world. When you open your eyes, you stand above the priest.
He's currently being attended to by three men, two holding him down while the third struggles to pry a bullet from his chest. You don't both sparring them. You just level the PDW and pepper them with gunfire.
The doctor is the first to go down, a bullet taking him in the side of the head and sending him sprawling on top of the priest. One of the men holding the priest down stares stunned at the slain doctor, and you shoot him in the back of the head. The third tries to swing at you, but you step back and he loses his balance. He collapses to the ground with a bullet through the top of his skull.
The priest looks up to you glassy eyed, a horrible sucking sound emanating from the hole in his chest. You shoot him twice, reducing his face to a pulpy mass of ruined flesh before stepping over his corpse and popping off a string of shots at the few cultist either wounded or trying to help the wounded.
As you expend the last of your magazine they scatter. You eject the empty and calmly reach into your jacket, quickly reloading. Rather than resume firing you slide your knife, held in your off hand, into its sheath. Extending your right hand, you focus and the brand on your wrist flares suddenly to life.
Fire shoots from your fingertips, spreading across the wet grass like oil across water. Tongues of flame catch on the white robes of the dead and dying, and just for good measure you make sure that the priest himself is submerged full in flame. As the stench of cooking flesh fills the air you turn towards the church, grabbing for the handle.
(1/2)
>>43614194
They're dirty, demon-worshiping cultists. There is literally no reason for us to not kill and purge them all. It'd be a crime not to.
A firm tug reveals the door is locked. Not a problem. Resting your palm flat against the wooden surface you focus, and tongues of flame lap eagerly at the splintered door in its frame. It takes you only a few seconds to burn a hole through the door, and with a firm kick it flies open. Embers are thrown everywhere, some catching in the thick carpet which runs through the central aisle or in the drapes hanging from the ceiling. Soon this entire place will be up in flames.
You're surrounded by women on all sides, each one marked with a symbol on their foreheads. You count thirty in all. Their newest addition, the woman you saw in the field outside, is stretched out across a marble altar, stripped bare. They seemed to be halfway through a process of marking her skin with elaborate symbols, though now they array themselves around you like a pack of wolves scenting blood.
Your thoughts feel clouded and your limbs weak. The world almost seems to slow down as an older, particularly well endowed woman starts to slide off the loose garments covering her. Something in your head is screaming to bend her over a pew and take her right there, to take them all for your own. To drown yourself in women and wine and throw all sense of decency to the wind.
Another is telling you to shoot them before they slide a knife between your ribs. You can see it now. The woman is dragging it from a sheath strapped to her supple thigh, but you can't take your eyes off the rose blooming between her legs, flushed red and dripping wet. Even as she brings the blade up and braces it against your flesh you find yourself rooted to the floor by some unseen force.
>Kill 'em all and let god sort it out.
>Submit yourself to their predations. What's the worst that could happen?
>You're not exactly prepared for mental fuckery. Best to retreat until you can think of a way to deal with them.
>Write-in
>>43614269
>Kill 'em all and let god sort it out.
May as well go all the way.
>>43614243
>demon worshipping
They literally forcefully enslaved a demon a couple minutes ago.
>>43614269
>>Kill 'em all and let god sort it out.
The flesh is weak, the flame is strong
>>43614269
>Kill 'em all and let god sort it out.
CLEANSE! PURGE! KILL!
>>43614301
That looked an awful lot like possession.
>>43614269
>>Kill 'em all and let god sort it out.
>>43614269
>run away
>implying I won't be outvoted
>>43614334
It didn't, they bound the demon that forced it to enter the woman. The demon wanted to eat her. You're probably just retarded or shitposting.
>>43614383
>the demon wanted to eat her
Ain't you mighty retarded
>>43614383
>Demon of lust
>Wants to eat her
>>43614269
>Kill 'em all and let god sort it out.
>Burning Buck, cleanse them with your flames!
Fuck you bitches, I have a wife.
>>43614269
>You're not exactly prepared for mental fuckery. Best to retreat until you can think of a way to deal with them.
>>43614464
>>43614383
Stop samefagging call
>>43614410
>>43614445
>not knowing what Lust means in LQ
kek
>He grabs her by the shoulders, but as he opens his mouth wide something happens.
>The crown on her head starts to glow, the tendrils of smoke drifting off its surface wrapping around the demon and constricting it tightly.
>It fights against its bindings but soon the smoke starts dragging it inwards
>>43614480
What
>>43614499
>what Lust means in LQ
That's want and desire right?
I know our Gluttony is indulgence but weven haven't seen anything IC that talks about lust?
>>43614350
>>43614307
>>43614304
>>43614292
>Burn down, burn down hot topic
>>43614383
>>43614464
>Flee!
ROOOOOLL 3d10+0 (+2 from Crow's Dagger, +2 from Mysticism, -4 from Gluttony working against you) vs DC 18 (Base 10, +4 from Lust, +4 from Numerical Superiority) to resist their freaky deeky mind magic.
The DC boost due to numeric superiority would be bigger, but most of them are inexperienced and don't really know how to control the spirits they've been imbued with.
Rolled 6, 9, 8 = 23 (3d10)
>>43614523
Rolled 4, 3, 3 = 10 (3d10)
>>43614523
Rolled 2, 8, 8 = 18 (3d10)
>>43614523
We need to talk to gluttony about fucking us over like this
Rolled 4, 1, 8 + 0 = 13 (3d10 + 0)
>>43614523
Death
>>43614546
fukkin saved us from drowning in pussy.
Gluttony a shit. Claire a best.
>>43614546
>We need to talk to gluttony about fucking us over like this
I think he's always going to do that
>>43614535
>>43614542
>>43614546
>23, 10, 18
>Pass!
Damn nigga, by the skin of your teeth. Writin'
>>43614502
>>43614563
We could work some shit out, like don't try and fuck the enemy, but we indulge out of combat
>>43614502
>being a mobilefaggot
>>43614546
>We can and do
KEK
>>43614572
I have neither the time or the patience and I damn sure dont have the know how to do that from a phone but sure
>>43614578
Didn't we indulge before we came here?
>>43614638
It was a long drive, we should obviously save one of these chicks and use her as a fucktoy
>>43614650
>spare one of them
>not PURGING them all
HERETIC GET OUT
>>43614650
>Adultery
>>43614650
>Not PURGE
What?
>>43614638
You just posted once on your computer and once on your mobile.
Then you made the cap on your phone in an attempt to show you couldn't fake it.I wasn't the person who accused you of samefaggotry, I just think you are an obnoxious faggot.
>>43614677
Well I don't think claire will agree to let us chop her limbs off and and stick her in our car for all eternity
>>43614578
gluttony needs to refine his tastes. I wonder if there's a Spirit of Poor Eating?
>>43614638
Gluttony can't compute moderation. It's in his nature.
>>43614650
>Not Purging, fucking some a girl other than our hot wife
INFIDEL
>>43614650
Fuck off ND
>>43614719
>anything other than missionary with the lights off for the sole purpose of procreation is nd tier
>>43614698
It's not that deep
>>43614699
>inb4 thats her kink
>>43614750
>Implying cheating on your wife isn't ND tier
>>43614786
Can't hurt her if she never knows, and gluttony is never gonna be happy with a fleshlight, maybe we could find an android, it is the future
>>43614802
Fuck off ND
>>43614802
The only woman we can cheat on Claire with is Palmela
>>43614811
No you fuck off ND
>>43614817
Who's Palmela again? The chick in the office?
>>43614818
But seriously stop trying to inject your horrible fetishes into the quest.
>>43614839
I really can't wait till we fail a will roll just so you get asspained
>>43614834
You don't know who Palmela is? Shame
>>43614834
Its a hand joke
Palm
>>43614848
Failing a will save is different from willingly choosing to take an action.
>>43614873
>come on baby I just really had to fuck that chick
No its not
But seriously Don doesn't even have a mask so you murderhobo fucks should at least murder everyone here. Not like it matters now, at least we know Don isn't weighed down by petty morality like "don't kill people for the lulz"
>inb4 rightous
>inb4 perceived threat
No, at least accept what happened as Don being a psychopath with a taste for blood.
>>43614889
Dying does bad things to people
>>43614855
>palmela
>not jill
Shit taste in waifus, son.
>>43614889
>>43614916
>fapping with your left hand
True plebeian
>>43614888
The will save likely wouldn't even be in play or fail able in normal situations.
Having your mind altered my supernatural elements also changes the situation.
They aren't even comparable.
>>43614889
Cultists literally summoning demons anon, holy shit
>>43614938
>left hand on dick, right hand on mouse
>anything but maximum patrician
Peasants say the damnedest.
>>43614940
And claire is gonna buy any of that shit? No.
We're gonna cheat on her anon, accept it
>>43614965
>not having learned how to into left handed mouse use long ago
Just kill yourself already, my man
>>43614973
>We're gonna cheat on her anon, accept it
Just because you have an NTR fetish doesn't mean it's going to realized in this quest.
>>43614957
Yes, and? Why would Don care?
>>43615003
>he thinks he can out samefag me
>>43615016
>Implying that was me
I was still typing but he was first
>>43614957
And? Is demon summoning a crime? We bind and fuck with demons all the damn time, and if we learned how to invoke and subsequently consume them you can bet we'd be doing it. Instead of cornering these people and getting info out of them and making an informed decision and intel about the guy we're chasing in the Antarctic, we've just committed a bloody massacre on what amounts to gut instinct. Nicely fucking done.
>>43615034
I wasn't here for that vote but If I saw isolated cultists summoning demons you bet your ass I would enter purge mode.
Most people who saw literal demon summoning would assume they are satanic and or evil.
>>43615072
You do realise Don literally has a demon influencin his thoughts and this is likely just a sex cult, right?
Sylvana is probably more evil than these guys.
Reminder that fey are hih tier spirits, above even Greater Demons.
>>43615099
Stronger doesn't mean more evil
>>43615072
Holy shit anon, Don has done more dealings with demons than these nignogs will likely ever do in their life. He's literally got a greater demon in his head right now, do you make any effort to play in character whatsoever?
>>43615139
>not playing a hypocrite
>>43615139
The answer is obviously no.
Give up anon, and accept it.
From now on we shall play Don as a murderous psycho.
It's okay, just go with it.
At least we won't have to worry about being smart from now on.
This quest is so infrequent, that I forgot how much shitposting goes on.I dropped Banished awhile ago.
>>43615179
Call pls
>>43615179
It isn't usually this bad, I usually don't miss the beginning of the thread, you see, and we don't usually go full mass murderer.
>>43615119
If your entire justification for this massacre was the fact that demons are evil, you neglect the fact that whatever this ritual was doing it was strongly against the will of the demon involved. These people could be good guys binding demons to their wills to prevent them from doing evil for all you know.
>>43615139
So you want to go up to them and say "I deal with demons too, we should be friends!"?I do think that we should have waited a bit and investigated a bit more but I wasn't here at that point.
>>43615208
>good guys
>binding lust demons to a bunch of chicks
>>43615196
I know right? This quest is falling victim to all the shit that turned me off of BQ.
For a second you think surrendering yourself to them seems like a great idea. The tips of your fingers hesitantly play across the pale flesh of the woman in front of you. Then the sting of a knife digging into your flesh brings you back to your senses, and without really thinking about it you let fire leap from your fingertips.
The woman falls to the floor screaming in pain, the flames consuming her flesh as readily as they might dry tinder. The smoke which pours from her body is a disturbing shade of blue, a dozen faces straining to escape only to be fade away and be replaced by another. You don't think about it. You just spit an arc of fire into the church, listening to the screams echo in strange harmony thanks to the acoustics of the room.
You step around the charred corpse of the 'leader' of these women. You spot three of them vanishing through a door next to the altar which seems to lead into a stairwell. However, most are running for the double doors at the end of the aisle. A burst of fire from your PDW puts an end to them, the staccato rhythm of your gun sounding almost melodic.
Some part of you wants to turn the gun against yourself, put the barrel in your mouth and pull the trigger, but you quickly shake those thoughts off. You're left standing in a burning church, fire all around you and the screams of the dying filtering in from the field outside. The pops and cracks of wood splintering in the heat fill the air with a sort of music, though you can't call it pleasant.
The woman on the altar still lies there oblivious to the destruction around her. She looks almost serene, laying there. You struggle for a moment with the desire to slit her throat, have your way with her, and then roast her body over the charred corpses of her friends. In that order, you belatedly realize. You don't think you used to so enjoy gratuitous violence as you are now.
(1/2)
>>43615179
Shitposting normally doesn't happen in LQ. The last thread was lucky if it saw any conversation at all. This is somewhat of a rare occurrence perpetuated by a couple of salty moralfags.
You suppose you could search this church for any information regarding Jacob Knightly, the professor you ship out to Antarctica in order to hunt down tomorrow. The original reason you came here. However, that seems so dull. Why search for records when you could be finishing what you started? There are still cultist to kill, and the longer you stay here the more you risk someone pulling themselves together and calling the police.
You're about to shoulder your rifle when the shaman from before appears in front of you, the world peeling apart for a moment to spit him out. He looks around the burning church with a sort of passive annoyance, surveying your handiwork before lighting a cigarette on a burning curtain. “You fucked this shit up good.”
The man's voice seems to carry above the flames without difficulty, despite the rage with which the fire burns. “Your pant leg's on fire, by the way.”
Glancing down, you find he's right. You are on fire. It looks like you have been for quite some time. It doesn't burn you though, and you actually manage to extinguish it just by concentrating. How odd to think that just a few days ago you were as dead as any of the corpses you made today.
>This guy's probably associated with the cult. Shoot him while he's standing still.
>Maybe if you asked him what he's doing here he'd drop his guard, and you could get close enough to sink your dagger into his gut.
>You should just ignore him and go about searching for those women that escaped. Maybe you'll lull him into a false sense of security, and you can set him on fire.
>Write-in
>>43615213I know, I was just arguing why that anons belief that we should kill everyone dealing with demons is moronic.
>>43615242
I would probably have advocated offing them but I wouldn't have just zerg rushed.
>>43615248
>Maybe if you asked him what he's doing here he'd drop his guard, and you could get close enough to sink your dagger into his gut.
>>43615248
>Maybe if you asked him what he's doing here he'd drop his guard, and you could get close enough to sink your dagger into his gut.
>>43615248
>Talk to him
So, what's up doc?
>>43615248
>>Maybe if you asked him what he's doing here he'd drop his guard, and you could get close enough to sink your dagger into his gut.
>>43615248
>Sorry about that, were they your pet project or something?
>>43615248
>Tell Gluttony to calm the fuck down for a second, sheesh.
>>43615248
>Write-in
>Maybe if you asked him what he's doing here he'd drop his guard, and you could get close enough to sink your dagger into his gut.
"So why did you stop me from gunning them down?"
>>43615248
>Maybe if you asked him what he's doing here he'd drop his guard, and you could get close enough to sink your dagger into his gut.
>>43615248
>I'm good at what I do.
Yes, let's try to kill the way more experienced shaman who can probably tear us a new asshole.
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>>43615279
>Sup' foo?
>>43615288
>Try to wrangle in Gluttony.
>>43615343
Reel me in Scott
>>43615248
>>Write-in
We calm the fuck down and use our words and talk to him without intent to harm him, wtf dagger
>>43615359
>Try to wrangle in Gluttony.
Wait that was an option?
>>43615383
Yeah, totally. You can take an action to try and settle your bindings on down.
>>43615392
can we vote for pulling the reins on Gluttony?
I think he's pushing for an appetite of wanton murder.
>>43615383
No, you retard, that's why we were allowed to roll for it already, because it wasn't an option.
>>43615359
Lame, just kill him already.
>>43615392
revote
I demand a revote
>>43615392
I don't think anyone actually knew that...
Can we tell him to hold on a sec.
>>43615411
Fuck off Glutonny
>>43615392
Uh, my vote for asking him, "What's up" was supposed to avoid murder and to chill with him for a bit. I'd support actively focusing on not murder.
>>43615401
No, that was anons.
>>43615413
Why? There's no reason to do so, everyone knew what he was voting for.
>>43615415
Everyone who isn't retarded knew that.
Who should Don murder next?
>>43615653
His wife, duh.
>>43615653
Sally
>>43615653
the nearest spirit.
>>43615707
I don't think Soma would allow that even if they samefagged hard enough.
>>43615653
That faggot Robert
>>43615707
>>43615797
Yee, I'd have to veto that unless she was like, possessed by a spirit of wrath and trying to kill Don.
>>43615810
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>>43615810
It really sucks that your quests are plagued by retards, since you are reasonable and a good writer.
>>43615852
Hey anyone could flip like his when they see people literally summon a demon.
Sure we bound one that was already here but bringing them into this world is a scary fucking prospect.
Plus we've already died and are former military who has mentioned no qualms about killing those we have in the past. In fact we plan to murder the fuck out of that one guy and eat his entire body.
>>43615928
We plan to murder the guy who killed us.
that isn't even comparable to murdering a random cult.
Plus, they were bindin the demons they summon, not just releasing them. I'd say Lust is a safer demon to bind than Gluttony as well, because Lust doesn't want to eat and fuck and kill and take as much as it can all the time.
You check the magazine of your PDW, finding that you still have about twenty-five shots left before you're running empty again. Flicking the safety on you turn your attention back to the man standing in front of you. You get the sense he's probably the more experienced shaman between the two of you, if only because he has four or five sigils glowing on his neck and shoulders where as you have one.
You take a few cautious steps towards him, and only then do you notice that he's not bleeding anymore. “What are you doing here? Why did you attack me in the woods?”
He pulls the cigarette from between his lips, exhaling a cloud of smoke that quickly gets lost amongst the smog that's rapidly filling the church. “I'm with the Order of the Crown and Dagger. Came here looking for a brother. Guy used to hang around these fuckin' crazies because they gave him power and all he had to do was teach them some bullshit about summoning spirits.”
He shrugs, sucking down a lungful of smoke. “Guy's gone off the deep end so I though I'd look around here to see if I can't figure out what happened to the guy. Found you, watched you for a bit since I'd thought I'd met all the others like us around here. Then you started going fuckin' apeshit on the place and I stepped in a bit.”
He exhales. It's strange, the smoke that fills the room seems to avoid him for some reason. When next he speaks, he's adopted an accusatory tone. “So why the fuck are you here? I mean don't get me wrong, this guy was a creep, but I think burning the place down and killing everyone in a mile radius is a bit excessive.”
(1/2)
It sounds to you like this guy was looking for Jacob Knightly, but what if he knows that's who you're here looking for? What if he can read your thoughts? What gives this asshole any right to judge you for what you've done? You should kill him already, what are you wasting time for? Just kill him and get it over with.
The dagger's found its way into your hands, slipped behind your back. You don't quite recall how it got there. “I'm here on business.” You hear yourself saying, voice soothing and calm. “I've been contracted by my employers to find a man in default on a few loans. Perhaps we might work together? A temporary alliance of sorts?”
He eyes you suspiciously for a long while before giving you a terse nod. “Fine. You stay out of my way, I stay out of yours. We search this place before it burns down.” To seal the deal he extends his hand, and though you don't consciously will it to be so you see yourself extending your own. As your hand claps his, your other tightens around the grip of your knife.
>Lunge for his throat, now's your chance!
>Try to get yourself under control. Maybe then you can have a serious discussion.
>>43616023
>Lust doesn't want to eat and fuck and kill and take as much as it can all the time.
Source?IC we have no idea what that was
>>43616059
Lust wants only the best.
>>43616056
>Calm down you fucking faggot
>>43616056
>>Try to get yourself under control. Maybe then you can have a serious discussion.
>>43616056
>Lunge for his throat, now's your chance!
>>43616056
>Lunge for his throat, now's your chance!
>inb4 deal with the devil binds us already
Why did we touch his hand god damn it
>>43616056
>>Try to get yourself under control. Maybe then you can have a serious discussion.
>>43616023
I see you've never met slaanesh.
>>43616056
>Try to get yourself under control. Maybe then you can have a serious discussion.
>Write-in
"Got any advice on handling spirits bound to your own body?"
hopefully this guy gives pointers on how to get a good grip on Gluttony's urges.
>>43616059Soma should stop spoiling shit
>>43616056
>>Try to get yourself under control. Maybe then you can have a serious discussion.
>>43616056
>Fuck off, Gluts, xou're literally the biggest pleb there is
>>43616056
>>Try to get yourself under control. Maybe then you can have a serious discussion.Its the second coming of the Mask, oh the horror
>>43616098
>revealing our weakness
Are you literally retarded
>>43616056
>>Try to get yourself under control. Maybe then you can have a serious discussion.
>>43616056
>>Try to get yourself under control. Maybe then you can have a serious discussion.
>>43616056
>Try to get yourself under control. Maybe then you can have a serious discussion.
>>43616056
>Try to get yourself under control. Maybe then you can have a serious discussion.
>>43616056
>Try to get yourself under control. Maybe then you can have a serious discussion.
>>43616056
>>Try to get yourself under control. Maybe then you can have a serious discussion.
yall fuckers really want to give into gluttony?
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>>43616148
>Take a chill pill, brah.
>>43616083
>>43616089
>Man found stabbed 57 times in the chest...
Lemme think about bonuses and maluses for a sec.
>>43616098
>>43616056
Seconding this. We need some help controlling gluttony. We got crazy lucky binding him in the first place.
>>43616168
Don needs no help. Don got this shit.
>>43616168
Nice samefag
>>43616197
Nah. I same fagged something else but not that guys suggestion.
The fact that soma said he's calculating bonuses and shaking the guys hand means we need to reign him in.
ROOOOOLL 3d10+8 (+2 from Mysticism, +2 from Crow's Dagger, +2 from Burning Buck, +2 from Hidden) vs DC 21 (Base 15, +6 from Orgiastic Revelry)
>>43616220
You samefagged to not kill the guy
You fucking nigger, it was literally already winning
Your opinion is now irrelevant, kill yourself
Rolled 9, 6, 7 = 22 (3d10)
>>43616232
I HAVE THE POWER!
Rolled 5, 7, 6 + 8 = 26 (3d10 + 8)
>>43616232
Rolled 3, 7, 4 = 14 (3d10)
>>43616232
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>>43616252
>30, 26, 22 vs DC 21
>Success!
Looks like you get Gluts to heel.Be right back, grabbing some food.
>>43616235
Can't be to sure when it comes to you chucklefucks.Also how do you know it was winning before i samefagged?
>>43616282
Because killing him got two votes
Fucking kill yourselfcall
>>43616296
:^)
>>43616232
>Orgiastic Revelry
>Revelry from murder, wanton destruction, temptation to fucking a room full of 30 hot lust-spirit enhanced women.
Gluttony you fag.
>>43616326
Do you not get off to killing women by the dozens?
>>43616375
Don doesn't.
>>43616375
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D8BoxZSlsmE
Is it weird if I've posted like twenty times and haven't had captcha yet?
>>43616405
Gluttony is a proponent of all things in excess. Murder, rape, destruction, kittens, charity, food, alcohol, heroin, pain.
You name it, he wants more of it.
>>43616434
So we just gotta have self control. Don seems pretty good at that.
>>43616405
Nice projecting.
>>43616434
Is it possible to have an excess in the desire for moderation?
>>43616468
in short Gluttony's never satisfied. And Moderation only makes him frustrated.
Claire's Father's full name is Arthur Imanuel Guillory.
Immanuel, the Hebrew name meaning "God is with us."
We married a Jewess guys. Game over. Yet another example of Soma's Jewish ancestry pushing his Jew agenda here.This makes it ok to cheat on her now.
>>43616679
Jews pass it down on the mothers side
>>43616679
Nah, his full name would be Arthur Emmanuel Guillory, not Imanuel.
>>43616708
She has Jew blood in her,call. She's a Jewess no matter how much mental gymnastics you do.
>>43616679
Don obviously doesn't care or he wouldn't have married her.
>>43616750
What the fuck is with all this "call" and "senpai" bullshit?
>>43616802
IRC
>>43616802
>he doesn't know about word filters
>>43616679
that somewhat explains our ability to haggle like a boss.
>>43616747
>Emmanuel
>Imanuel
>one letter away
makes no difference, the meaning is still there when the connection is found.
>>43616796
>Don, written by Soma(Literal Jew), didn't care about her being a Jew.
You don't fucking say.
chryssa a shit
>>43616859
wrong quest mate. but nice try on the shitposting.
>>43616859
This is a shitposting free zone, sir. Take your shit opinions and go.
>>43616859
Dirty gangrape abuse victim bestgirl.
>>43616859
Who?
You know what, don't tell me, I don't care.
>>43616881
>not having a thing for broken objects
You fight to seize control of your own body once more, but it's hard. You feel your hand moving to plunge the knife into the man's gut even as you struggle against Gluttony's influence. Then, all of a sudden, something just clicks. It's like fighting your way out of sleep paralysis. One minute your limbs are refusing to do as you command, and the next you have full range of motion again.
You keep your hand behind your back for now, releasing the man's hand even as rage bubbles impotently just beneath the surface of your thoughts. You grind down the urges towards murder and pillage until you can finally think clearly again, only then do you allow yourself to relax.
The other shaman seems to have noticed your momentary struggle, but he doesn't say anything. He just winks out of existence. You had hoped to ask him a few questions but apparently he's not keen on spending much time around you. Tucking your dagger back into its sheath you sigh, shaking your head to clear your thoughts, and try to ignore the stench of burning flesh as you move towards the altar.
Up close you come to realize just how young this girl is. She couldn't be much older than sixteen or seventeen, you'd be honestly shocked if she was legal. You just try not to think about it while slipping past the altar, moving towards a door on your left directly opposite the door the other girls fled through.
(1/2)
Inside you find what appears to be some sort of administrative area. There are six ancient, blocky computers sitting at their respective desk, and a safe sitting in the corner of the room. There's also a bookcase against the wall filled with an endless array of binders, which the other shaman is currently diligently flipping through. He's discarded twenty or so already, seems he's probably looking for something specific.
He glances up from his work only briefly as you enter the room, speaking only hesitantly. “So, you're new.” It's a statement, not a question. “Most people like us, they figure this shit out when they're ten or so. Get raised in it, y'know? Not you though, nah. It's clear as day you're green, and you're like forty years old or somethin'.”
You're thirty seven, to be exact, and this kid's accent is really starting to annoy you. You're having a hard time figuring out if he's from Boston or New York, some yankee either way. “Why do you care?” You ask whilst picking up one of the discarded binders. Flipping it open reveals a collection of tax forms, receipts, and other such financial data from the last five years or so. You set it down carefully on a desk.
The other shaman just shrugs his shoulders. “I dunno, just weird is all. Thought I'd met all the locals. Hell, thought I was friends with most of 'em. Then you come bursting into the picture outta nowhere. You an orphan or something?”
>Look through the computers for anything noteworthy.
>Try to crack open the safe. Seems a logical place to store vital information and/or money.
>Join the other shaman in tearing through the endless array of binders.
>Write-in
>Admit that you gained your powers only recently, and through rather nontraditional channels.
>Tell him you're not a local, tell him you're from further south. Skirt the issue.
>Try to change the subject. Ask him about this Order he's apart of.
>Write-in
>>43617095
>>Try to crack open the safe. Seems a logical place to store vital information and/or money.
>>Admit that you gained your powers only recently, and through rather nontraditional channels.
>>43617095
>Look through the computers for anything noteworthy.
>Tell him you're not a local, tell him you're from further south. Skirt the issue.
>Ask him about this Order he's apart of.
>>43617095
>Try to crack open the safe. Seems a logical place to store vital information and/or money.
They strike me as a very old fashioned sort.
>Admit that you gained your powers only recently, and through rather nontraditional channels.
Honest info for honest info. We're going to trust him to give us pointers on how to control our powers. We should trust him with a bit of personal info.
>>43617095
>Try to crack open the safe. Seems a logical place to store vital information and/or money.
>Tell him you're not a local, tell him you travel a lot
Do not mention specifics, there might be some fuckers to the south his buddies hate
>>43617095
>>Admit that you gained your powers only recently, and through rather nontraditional channels.
mention having a tab bit of trouble with control, be tactful tho
>>43617095
>Try to crack open the safe. Seems a logical place to store vital information and/or money.
>Admit that you gained your powers only recently, and through rather nontraditional channels.
>Write-in
Any advice on how to handle Gluttony? said spirit is being a bitch.
>>43617123
>trusting him
Don't be an actual retard, rule number one of spirit is keep shit underwraps
>>43617133
>telling him our weaknesses
>when we haven't even talked to gluttony
>>43617095
>>Try to crack open the safe. Seems a logical place to store vital information and/or money.
>>Admit that you gained your powers only recently, and through rather nontraditional channels.
Have a bit of honesty with the guy. Would open up future avenue for maybe getting a bit of help controlling our powers. More experienced people are useful in this kinda shit, ya know?
>>43617095
>Safe
>Admit that we weren't raised in it, only recently found out about our capabilities
>>43617155
Dude he fucking knows already. He could tell when we shook hands and just told us to our face.
>>43617095
>>Join the other shaman in tearing through the endless array of binders.
>>Admit that you gained your powers only recently, and through rather nontraditional channels.
Ask for tips and shit. Seems like a bretty coo guy.
>>43617174
>someone has an idea thats near obvious
>somehow the same as outright telling
>>43617120
>>43617095
seconding asking about the order.
Maybe from there segue into powers, the nature of them, and controling them.
>>43617095
>>Look through the computers for anything noteworthy.
>Admit that you gained your powers only recently, and through rather nontraditional channels.
>Try to change the subject. Ask him about this Order he's apart of.
>>43617112
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>>43617194
>Yeah it's a recent thing.
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>>43617112
>Crack dat safe
>>43617120
>>43617221
>Compoot
>>43617194
>Look through binders.
>>43617127
>>43617120
>Yeah, you're not a local.
>>43617120
>>43617220
>So about this order...
Writin'
>>43617210
If it's obvious to both parties that both parties know about it then there is no point concealing it when benefit can be gained from talking about it.
>>43617235
>im 12 and what is shadowruns?
>>43617235
What if we faked having trouble
What if we just have fucking mental issues, we just murdered 30 people
What if he was only just looking at our tats and we saw that as him noticing
Do you even paranoia
>>43617259
>I'm to old for this shit and you guys shadowrun way the fuck to much
quit being so paranoid
