GM: Last we met, Nadia was in her room at the Green Lady Inn, at Il Aluk (capital city of Darkon).
She could sense somebody coming up from the common rooms downstairs, up the stair case, and over to her corridor. The life sense stopped outside your door, blocking the thin line of light in two places with its feet.
Then it stepped away down the hall, to the nearest lamps.
Presently, the lamplights die.
Leaving no line of light under your door.
Nadia: Oh god. Does it sound like he is making any movement to open my door?
GM: You can sense somebody right outside your door, leaning forward.
Almost as though they're placing their head to your door.
Nadia: okay, does my scimitar make a noise when I pull it out?
GM: You don't think so.
Actually...
make an IQ roll to remember.
Unmodified.
Nadia: failed with a 13
GM: Okay, your heart is pounding in your ears and your head hurts mildly from the tension. Your temples ache and you cannot call the memory to mind right at this instant.
The very faint distant spiritual outlines of the other occupants in the inn are far away.
Nadia: okay.
GM: The outline of your visitor is still strong and clear on the other side of the door.
Your response?
Nadia: I will veeeerrrryyyy quietly pull out my normal daggers then
GM: Okay.
With practiced fingers, you unhasp the ties on your shoulder-loops and take one dagger in each hand.
You feel rather than hear the _click_ of the buttons coming off, but you're confident he doesn't hear it.
As you finger the familiar leathery coolness of the knife hafts, you see the figure on the other side of the door appears to be doing exactly the same thing.
Hands coming up to under his armpits, a quick - furtive - adjusting motion, and then hands coming back out to the sides, balled as fists with something in them that doesn't show up in your lifesense.
Nadia:
any moves to get through the door yet?
GM: Not yet.
One second passes as you breathe with your mouth fully open, trying to silence your breath and heartbeat both.
He raises one hand upwards.
To his chest?
To his face?
You can't be sure.
It's the ... (thinks) ... right hand.
Nadia:
does the door open inward?
GM: You glance at the hinges. It's hard to make out in the gloom (you didn't light any candles in your room and it's around supper time). Yes, they're on your side of the room.
Nadia:
Dammit okay.
So my room is dark then?
GM: It's gloomy. Your windows are open (and there is a slight breeze coming in from outside) but the daylight is dying and even the everpresent sound of the hawkers and merchants outside seem distant and far off.
You feel a moustache of perspiration on your upper lip and clammy dankness on your nape. The room feels strangely cold.
Sweat beads your brow also.
This is the first time Nadia has ever had to deal with somebody who hated her enough to come after her and try to kill her.
It's not a pleasant prospect.
Another second passes. It's as though time is slowing...
Nadia:
Any more movement from the door?
or behind it rather?
GM: You're just watching for movement... there is none. Not as far as you can see. What in the hells is he _doing_ there? It's almost like he's putting a cigarette to his lips. Having a smoke in this sort of circumstance?
You almost crack a grin at the absurdity of such a perverse action.
(rolls)
No
Too high for the lips.
Eye level.
He's pinching something at eye level.
You've seen this before. Think. _Think_, dammit. Where the hell have you seen this before???
(You may roll against IQ. If you succeed you get a chance for another roll.)
Nadia:
rolled an 8
GM: FUCK. ALEN. DARTS.
Nadia:
dicks dicks dicks
GM: He throws it.
(rolls)
You sense rather than see something come flitting out of the darkness straight towards you. Instinct kicks in and your shins kick you sideways.
(Roll vs. Dodge)
Nadia:
9
GM: You're safe.
Nadia:
hoooo.
GM: You crash to one side, knocking over a pile of bedcovers and hitting the floor none too gently.
(What now? You're on the floor. A third second has passed.)
Nadia:
well I am sure as hell gonna get back up
this door aint gonna keep me safe
GM: You're up on your knees. (Roll vs. DX to spring to your feet as well.)
Nadia:
7
GM: Nadia pushes off with her hands and her feet hit the floorboards under her gracefully.
Nadia:
Whats he doing now
GM: Behind the door the assailant has tracked your movement just as easily as you're watching him. He throws the other dart.
Nadia:
gahhhh
GM: 3
(Crit: You do _not_ get a Dodge roll!)
Nadia:
faaaaack
GM: Something flits out from the dark doorway - and in your fevered mind you realize it must have flitted out _through_ the solid oakwood of the door - and strikes you full in the chest.
You gasp an agonized hissing intake as a numbness spreads out from your breast, taking your abdomen and base of your neck.
(Give me a roll)
Nadia:
12
GM: What is Nadia trying to do? The icy numbness spreads with alarming speed to her arm and engulfs the rest of her torso.
Nadia:
Well shit. Time to balls to the wall it. Can I make it to the door?
GM: You can try.
Is that what she's going to do? The assailant is right behind it.
Nadia:
no...
GM: (rolls)
Despite the fall and the recovery and the hit, you notice (in some coolly detached corner of your mind) that you're still holding both throwing knives. Training and familiarization of technique have served Nadia well.
What will Nadia do?
Nadia:
He's still behind the door no?
GM: Yes
No more than 3 seconds have elapsed in this encounter.
Nadia: WTF am I supposed to do with throwing knives when the dude is behind the door?!
GM: A fourth heartbeat passes, and the icy numbness spreads further.
Nadia: fuckity fuck.
GM: Your legs begin to wobble.
A breeze from the window reaches you. It's frigid - vast - arctic.
Nadia: this guy isn't easy mode -_-
GM: (Rolls)
Your legs give out and you put one arm out to stop your fall. The other seems to have gone to sleep. The knife in your responding arm clatters away a few feet but you save your head from hitting the floor directly.
Nadia: shit shit shit not gooooooddd
GM: It's all you can do to gasp for air. As though your chest muscles were lifting building bricks or tombstones.
(Some sardonic corner of your mind ponders this. Huh, this must be how Alen's victims feel.)
Your breathing becomes labored and hard. You realize with rising panic that there's a very real chance you could suffocate if your lungs stop working.
Then follows a panic attack - retching, coughing, wheezing. When you open your eyes again, there's a stranger standing in front of you.
The clearest thing you can see is his sandalled foot, and that's because he's put it on your chest and is pedalling it gently - almost lovingly.
Air blows out your lungs as he pumps your chest with his foot. Then fills your lungs shallowly through your dumbstruck mouth as he lifts.
He bats the fallen knife away from your open hand with a chuckle. "Ees a feisty one, dees Koh-die."
His voice has a strong accent, which seems to suggest Vistani. Possibly Elviran tasque, you're not sure.
Nadia: I curse at him in Vistani
Do I still have a knife in my other hand?
GM: Yes
(Rolls)
He does not appear to have noticed it.
Nadia: I am gonna try and hit whatever body part is closest to me.
GM: Your hand is asleep and your arm won't follow your will.
But you can feel your knife handle safe and firm in its grip.
Whether he'll notice it in the fullness of time is another question entirely.
If you had to guess, it might be blocked from his view by your hips.
Nadia: alright. so what can I move?
GM: Eyelids, a bit of mouth.
You're also producing a few involuntary vocalizations as he pumps your chest with his foot to stop you from suffocating to death.
His hands are gently pulling your obvious weapons from your body - your remaining throwing knives, your two hacking knives.
He's alternately tutting and shushing you, as though to a truant child.
You can see his face now. Lean, hungry - might once have been handsome, but hardened by privation and a meanness of the mouth that you don't care for at all.
He's wearing a bandanna of faded kingfisher blue. You can't tell if he's bald under it, but he does have lank, oily kinky hair hanging down in back and sides in an unruly, ill-groomed fashion.
Most of his teeth are yellowed. The rest are black.
Nadia: yuck.
Can I call on Vigo?
GM: And there is a profound and insatiable hatred in his eyes as he looks over your face.
(Yes. Give me a Will roll.)
Nadia: 8
GM: You're through. Vigo's there with you, in some way you can't explain.
What is it, sister? What is happening?
"A verr naice belt you have heer... I kip eet safe for you, yesssss..." (He unbuckles your belt and wraps it around his midriff.)
Nadia: Vigo the bastard poisoned me
darts through the door
Can't fucking move
GM:
This is serious. You'll have to borrow my hand. Can you see it? Over yours. Roll your eyes as far as you can.
Nadia: I do. Can I see it?
GM: (Per roll)
Nadia: 7
GM: (Bogdan Tireš has now crouched down in front of you to undo your shirt buttons. He is squatting with his left foot on your chest, rocking back and forth lovingly - almost lasciviously - to keep your lungs breathing.)
Nadia: Fucking bastard
GM: As Bogdan shifts your head to better grasp your necklace, he turns your gaze and you do indeed see your left hand, empty of its dagger.
There is a shadowy apparition over it, of a strong masculine hand, beringed with jeweled bands, and with coarse, brutal knuckles that have seen their fair share of cracking skulls and breaking bones...
Good. Memorize it and, in your mind, lay it over your own. It will become yours for as long as I can lend it to you.
(Will roll at -3 to assimilate the shadow limb.)
Nadia: 9
dammit
GM: "Oh, you have ghud test een earreengs too my sweet 'nastia, I kip dem sef for you too, heh heh..."
Nadia: Can I try again?
GM:
Focus. Clear your mind. Do not let rage distract you. Now, try again. See my hand. Picture it. Feel it. You know its contours already, my sweet one. Make it your own.
(Same roll.)
Nadia: (Ew, lol)
9 again! >.<
GM: Bogdan has claimed all your head jewelry and now he is undoing the last of your shirt buttons. He mutters in frustration as he sees your under garments - a tied long strip of fabric that surrounds your breasts three times.
"Hmm, I borrow your knife, hokay? Jus' a leetle cut here and there..."
Nadia: yuck yuck yuckkkk
Vigo...
GM:
Nadia, we are one flesh. This is something none of the other Shadowborn can do, because their bonds are too weak. You have a rare power here. Now reach out and claim it proudly. My hand is yours. My will is yours. My destiny is yours...
Nadia: roll roll roll?!?!?!
GM: (yes!)
Nadia: 7! (AWWW BITCHES. But he definitely demon raped me...)
:D:D
GM: Okay, your hand leaps to life convulsively, with a searing pain as though it had been starved of blood.
Bogdan's attention is focussed entirely on your wrappings, which he's carefully cutting away under your right armpit (the side of you that's up towards the ceiling).
Nadia: I have use of my left hand?
GM: Yes.
The knife that was there is now in Bogdan's hand, though.
Nadia: and everything else is gone?
GM: Your right hand is dead but has a knife in it.
Bogdan has a knee against your chest, which he's humping rhythmically to keep you from dying. His other knee is close to your head.
(rolls)
You feel a tingling in your extremities as the paralytic reaches its furthest extent in your system.
"Ah, here we go. My, my, leetle Koh-die, what treasures you have been hiding from Bogdan... heh heh."
Nadia: ew ew ew
GM: He cuts through the last of the wrappings and pulls them away from the front of your chest.
Nadia: well can I just punch him?
GM: His expression changes to one of dreamy lust as he looks at you fondly for a second.
It comes to your awareness that his crotch is probably within easy grabbing distance, if you could bring your arm around his knee to the inside of his legs.
Nadia: Yes. Let's try for that.
I don't need any more demon rape
GM: Okay, a grab for his happysacks?
Nadia: yep
GM: Roll
Nadia: 13
GM: Straight up DX.
You shuffle your arm awkwardly and he stops what he's doing and looks at you with alarm.
"What dee
fock ees dees? Euh?"
He mashes your arm down to the ground with his knee, painfully trapping your wrist against the boards.
He looks at your face in a weird confusion, then shakes his head free.
Nadia: "Uhhhh... Vigo..?"
GM: "No more delehss. I take what I want now."
I don't suppose you could ask him to raise your head so you could look at your *right* hand, could you...?
Bogdan is now poking and prodding around your upper chest, just below the base of your throat, like a confused tracheotomist.
Nadia: hmm... I dont have enough strength to spit in his face do I?
GM: "Hwaer ees eet? Bog rot! Hwaer to find...?"
Actually, make a HT roll.
You probably could.
Nadia: 8
GM: You gather a pretty impressive bolus of contempt and mucus and let fly.
DX roll?
Nadia: 8 again
GM: He jerks back away from you, cursing and flailing at his face.
You're free of his weight for now.
Your left hand and arm function fine.
The rest of you - including lungs - do not.
You have a very limited window of action here...!
Nadia: crap.
alright. is he in hitting range?
or is a knife?
GM: (Rolls)
You're in luck. He dropped your knife when he went with his anatomical investigation of your collarbones and upper chest bones.
So that's within grabbing distance.
Nadia: "Vigo, you cant help me breathe can you?"
GM:
I do sort of need my lungs actually.
Nadia: hahaha
shit alright. I guess I have to make this quiiiickk
Im gonna try and grab my knife then
GM: Okay, DX roll at +4.
Nadia: 15
GM: You're good.
Nadia: lololol
phew
GM: Your fingers - mingled with the coarse strength of your bloodkin - close around the haft of your throwing knife. You're armed once more.
(HT roll)
Nadia: 10
GM: You feel a slight burning in your chest. A gasping noise escapes your throat.
You feel like the poison is beginning to lose its effect, starting with the point of entry - your chest.
Nadia: sweeeeeet
GM: Bogdan is recovering from his hygienic crisis and looks back at you.
Nadia: is he in stabby range>?
GM: You could try
Nadia: eh, why not
GM: It would be a stretch.
Nadia: mannn
okay.
GM: Bogdan wipes the spit from his face, and looks at you.
There's a smile on his lips as he pushes the last of the phlegm and mucus into his mouth and swallows it.
Nadia: EW
GM: "I was hoping you might say that..."
"Now, hwaer were we...?"
He comes back towards you, apparently not noticing the knife.
Nadia: Come back over here you bastard...
GM: And then kneels down again.
Nadia: stab now>?!?!
GM: Roll
DX
at -2
Nadia: 10 bitchessss
GM: You sink the knife deep into his thigh.
Nadia: yeeeeee
GM: His fingers, which were once again probing your upper chest for skeletal girth and muscle tone, stop instantly and his head turns to face you very deliberately.
He raises an eyebrow as his mouth opens in shock.
"You
stabbed me!" he shouts incredulously.
Nadia: heheheheheeee
GM: He stands up, on wobbly feet, and steps back a few steps.
I think you made him angry.
Nadia: ":D"
GM: With a sudden violence that startles you, he kicks you - hard - in the head.
Nadia: owwww
GM: The world explodes into an intense ringing and vague dizzy sphere of pain and disorientation.
There are a few more bangs, which you gather must be him kicking you in the abdomen and chest with his good foot, and a barrage of Vistani curses.
Nadia: well that isnt helping....
GM: You feel pain, oddly enough, in your extremities as well.
Nadia: well thats a good sign
GM: When you come to, he has the knife back out and he's cutting shallowly into your chest, muttering "It's got to be here, it has to be, that's what de Zarovan sed..."
Nadia: grrrrrr
can I move yet?
GM: It's not exactly painful but he's definitely drawing blood and your skin is going to be a mess if you survive this.
(HT roll?)
Nadia: 5
GM: Your limbs are starting to recover.
You're breathing on your own now. And have been for some time.
Unfortunately, for you, Bogdan knows this too.
He has his legs pinning your elbows as he digs around in your chest, looking for what can only be the shadow dimension pocket.
With a cry of triumph, he strikes gold. And you feel an immense wrenching sense of violation and weakness as he opens the shadow pocket in your chest.
"Yesyesyesyaaaaaayce... come to Bogdan, sweet treasure..."
He reaches inside
(the worst invasion, spiritual, bodily, mental, that Nadia has ever felt in her life) and wraps his hand around something attached to the inside.
Nadia: NOOOO
GM: Then begins wrenching it free, leaning his entire body weight into it.
Nadia: nonononononooo
GM: (ST check, opposed. Quick contest.)
Nadia: 12
GM: (You failed by 2, he failed by 4. Success was needed to stop him, so he continues.)
In some societies, they have experts who will wrench a rotten tooth out of your jaw before it can grow infected and kill you. This operation usually involves the man putting his entire weight into the wrenching, to remove the firmly affixed tooth from its socket.
Nadia: eeeeeeee
gross gross grosssss
this man is grosssss
GM: Right now, Nadia is feeling something very similar with Bogdan. He's almost kicking the thing free of its spiritual moorings in her pocket dimension. Like a dentist ripping a molar out, or a gynecologist tearing a placenta from the womb lining. Everything in her being shudders with utmost revulsion.
(Rolled)
Finally, with a last, juddering violent heave, he succeeds in ripping his treasure free and he brings it up out of your chest. Your vision is swimming from the pain and you can barely breathe.
There's an inky black shimmering mass, about the size of your fist.
Bogdan's wretched hand holds it triumphantly as he stands up and strides back from you.
Nadia: VIGOOOO
GM: "Ees even more
beautiful dan dey sed..." he says wonderingly.
Can you get up?
Nadia: Can I?
GM: (HT roll to regain use of limbs)
Nadia: 11 -_-
GM: (Not yet, then.)
Nadia: "no.. no I can't no no no no nooooo"
GM: Bogdan raises it to his face and breathes it in, then smiles at you.
The thing suddenly extends tendrils to either side, reaching upwards, and snaking back around.
It forms a glimmering, shadowy necklace, and Bogdan triumphantly dons it immediately like a noble flaunting his youngest mistress.
"Tonight I clem dee first of my rivals' spirits," he crows.
Suddenly, the necklace flashes, and he becomes embroiled in a roiling miasma of shadows, palpitating darkness, and glimmershine.
His eyes roll back in his head and his mouth opens in ecstasy as he chuckles and gasps.
And then you see something very odd happen. You see his limbs elongating, his neck lengthening.
Nadia: ewwww
GM: The meat of his forearms and calves fills out suddenly, bursting with veins and sinew.
Nadia: ew ew ew ew
GM: His head bumps against the ceiling as his face enlarges, haphazard and asymmetric.
And as the metamorphosis ends, you see yourself staring up at a hewn, misshapen giant of a man, some twice as large as he was before, staring out into the distance with a transfixed expression of purest pleasure.
(HT roll at +2)
Nadia: 7
GM:
Can you move now?
Nadia: yes!
GM:
Let's leave this place.
Nadia: What did he take from me?
GM:
Don't forget your knife bandoleers.
(Shirt, jewelry, belt. Your knives are lying unattended on the floor, two separately drawn, and several remaining in your bandoleer.)
Nadia: okay. I'm gonna grab them I guess
GM: Okay, done.
Bogdan emerges abruptly from his reverie.
Nadia: uhh... door?
GM: His voice, now octaves lower, and highly redolent of the other Beast (blue skinned - drenched in Beredostich's blood), thunders at you.
"END NOW WE FEENEESH WHUT WE STARTEED...!"*
(You may be able to dart past him to the door, although he's much closer to it than you are.)
Nadia: I'm in no shape to fight am I? hahaha
bitch stole my spirit thingy
GM: You're essentially a badly-injured normal human who's been kicked in the head once and in the chest/stomach twice.
Although, Vigo can still communicate with you.
Because the spirit seed was in your head.
Nadia: Whelp, time to run I guess.
GM: Bogdan lunges for you, but his head breaks open the lantern hanging from the ceiling.
The glass tinkles uselessly around his head, but the oil definitely keeps him usefully occupied.
"ARGH. FUCK." he says.
Nadia: theres no fire around is there?
GM: All the lights in your room were out. You might be able to find a lit torch or lamp outside.
Bogdan is flailing around. He stumbles into the bed with his mighty shins and breaks it.
Nadia: out the door out the dooooorrr
GM: "CUNTS" he says helpfully.
Nadia: lolol
GM: Okay, Nadia runs out the door. Are you shutting it behind you?
Nadia: no, no time. I need a torch
GM: Okay, you run out.
Your sides are hurting like hell, from the impact of his kicks.
The kick to the head was bad enough, but he may have bruised or broken some ribs with the assault on your torso.
(Nadia took 2hp from the head hit, and 3hp each from the torso kicks. She's in pretty bad shape right now.)
Nadia: shiiit. I should probably start yelling for help..
GM: You hurtle down the hallway is a curious, crablike careen as your find yourself doubled over in pain in certain points of each step. Whatever Bogdan did to you, he did good.
He's still roaring in pain and irritation behind you.
Curiously, this is eliciting no external response.
Nadia: torches?
anything?
GM: All the lamps on this level are out, but you can see just fine.
The stairs down are ahead of you, to the right.
Aside from your own room, there are maybe a dozen other rooms. Three doors are in front of you further down the hallway.
Nadia: alright... keep running I guess. No one is noticing the giant hulk monster?
Im gonna head for the stairs
GM: Apparently not.
Okay, you round the stairs. Nice, railings. Something to lean on.
You turn the corner, and you see something that chills you.
There are people in the foyer, in the common room, at the dining hall.
But they don't look like people.
They now look like the blurry, grey-on-black silhouettes you normally see with your lifesense.
You realize whatever Bogdan did to you, you've lost the ability to see people in reality. Now you're only able to see them by their life essences.
Nadia: "Vigo whats happening?"
GM:
You're trapped in the Shadow Gate between the living and the dead.
Remember what I said about crude puppets and how you were composed of luminous matter?
Now you shuffle, as I do, between the unliving and the uncaring.
You're going to have to get your soul back from the Darkling.
Nadia: "I plan on it."
GM: Behind you, the door crashes outwards in a terrible splintering.
Maybe at a later time. For now you need to get away.
Nadia: Are there any torches?
I WANT TO BURN THIS MOTHERFUCKER
GM: Downstairs, you see them, but they're weird. Like a black-and-grey tracing, or a shadow.
The light they give off is sickly, and only illuminates an exaggerated circle around them.
As you might see in one of Dedrick Lacon's theater posters.
Nadia: Alright, screw it. Run.
GM: You push past non-human silhouettes chatting, smoking, laughing - but all their inane jabbering seems to come from very far off, and the sound is muted.
Out in the street, the same deal with the lanterns and light sources - weak and sickly light, confined only to a golden nimbus maybe half a foot in radius around them - and then everything else is the same muted grey and black that pervades this strange realm you've been forced into.
Above you, you hear more splinterings and roarings.
Apparently, Bogdan has guessed (incorrectly) that you've gone into one of the other rooms and he's now wasting time breaking them open looking for you.
Nadia: Excellent. KEEP FUCKING GOING.
NAKED NADIA IS ON THE RUN.
GM: You run, with a terrible grinding pain in your left side and a liquid sticky warmth pooling in your crotch which you assume must be blood flowing from the hole he gouged in your chest.
You run past a bright temple of Ezra, its mirrored exterior showing you in motion, staggering forwards frame by frame.
When you get to the end of the temple, you look up at yourself in the reflection.
Somehow, you're sitting down now.
Come on, get back up Nadia. Don't die on me now.
Nadia: I'ma try.
GM: You force yourself up, and you turn the corner as something huge and incoherent bursts out of the Green Lady Tavern behind you.
You stagger up the street, leaning against the wall when you have to, and catch your breath.
Nadia: "Vigo... what. What the fuck am I going to do..."
GM: Up ahead, you see a wagon - fully colored, with the tired chestnut horse's neck bulging at the bit with veins striving, coming closer to you.
Nadia: hey
wagonnn
GM: The cart is in brilliant brown wood, and the man driving the horse is alive - alone among the greys and blacks of the surrounding area.
Nadia: prettttyyyyy
GM: The man is swarthy tanned, and has a long moustache, and wears a faded red vest. He's smoking a grass reed in a fashion you seem to recall somewhere recently but can't.
(IQ roll to try.)
Nadia: 8
GM: Vistani.
Hyskosa and Soldanni both smoked grass reeds like that.
Nadia: "Vigo... why is he colorful?"
"Everyone else is black and white"
GM:
Perhaps he can see you? See if you can steal his horse!
Nadia: "I can try.... I'm not exactly at my quickest...."
The cart is moving, no?
GM: Yes, closer to you.
You're off to one side of the street.
The cart is making its way in the middle of the street towards you.
Weaving among the shadow pedestrians.
Nadia: I don't know if I am in any shape to steal anything...
GM:
Perhaps you can impress upon his goodwill and generosity then?
Nadia: ESPECIALLY a horse lashed to a cart thats moving and may be my best bet at fucking survival
alrught.
I call out to him in Vistani
"Please friend! Please help me!"
GM: Nadia's voice is cracked and raw as she shouts
"Szerush! Segitsen!"
The Vistani man looks at you and stares, startled. He pulls the reins and gapes at you.
Nadia: I take a step toward him
"Please..."
GM: You realize the impression you must make. Naked from the waist up, except for the bandoleers bristling with throwing knives. Blood caked below your neck and running in rivulets down your chest. Bruising on your head.
(Reaction roll.)
Nadia: 9
GM: He seems doubtful.
Almost as though he can't believe this tatterdemalion ragged female is addressing him in the Mother Tongue.
Nadia: "Pl-Please! I.... I was attacked. I need help..."
GM: "Come on, child. Who has done this to you?"
He scoots over in his seat and takes off his vest, offering it to you.
Nadia: I take it super gratefully and cover myself quickly.
And attempt to climb into the cart
GM: He reaches down to help you up.
It's difficult but he pulls you up and helps you sit down.
"Poor wounded child! What monster did this to you?"
Nadia: "The.... the outcast"
GM: He puts the reins around the hitching post and turns to face you, looking at your wounds.
He seems about to say something when he yelps.
And looks down.
A shadowy dart blooms in his side.
Nadia: No!!!
GM: He looks back up at you, eyes already unfocussing, and another one blooms in his neck.
Nadia: I grab the reins and try and make the horse go
GM:
Quick, grab the... there you go. Smart girl!
Nadia: "FUCKING BASTARD"
GM: The Vistani man slumps backwards and falls off the cart, as you flick the reins and shout for the horse to go.
Nadia: "this asshole is related to us?!"
GM: After a quick neigh of panic, the horse sets off at a quick pace, bringing you forwards and past the corner.
Nadia: GO PONY GOOOO
GM: You get a glimpse of Bogdan, immense among the anonymous shadowy crowd, as he brings yet another dart up to his eye level and throws it at you.
Nadia: nononono not again
GM: (Rolls)
(You see it coming and may Dodge.)
Nadia: FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK
I DEFINITELY didn't just roll a 15.
nope, definitely not.
it was totally a 3
GM: The dart strikes you in the arm.
Vigo's arm.
Don't worry, we're all right here.
(And you are. It hurts like a really really fucking bad bee sting, but Vigo appears to be able to keep the poison from spreading.)
You duck down and Bogdan doesn't have time to aim the rest of his darts at you.
Nadia: "How'd you..."
GM: They all go wide, or hit the horse (which is too massive to be paralyzed that easily).
The horse does spur onwards in panic, taking you round another corner and into a crowd of silent, gliding shadow people.
You hear a nearby choir singing a wedding procession march, as the silhouettes throw spring water and rice upon the gowned and suited couple.
The crowds slow your cart. Looking back, you can see Bogdan making his way towards where you are, and a colorful slash in the crowd where the Vistani fell.
In front of you, the massed crowds are singing a marriage liturgy.
Some shadowy grains of rice even land on your cart.
Nadia: THIS IS NO TIME FOR A WEDDING
are we still moving?
GM: Very slowly.
Your cart does bump and jostle the shadow people out of the way, although they react in slow motion, like they're people stuck in treacle or pitch.
Nadia: how complicated is the harness connecting the horse to the cart?
GM: Not very. You could easily cut it in a few seconds. Or untie it in a few seconds more.
Nadia: Alright I am gonna cut it and try to ride it out of here.
AINT NOBODY GOT TIME FOR THIS
GM: Okay, you do that.
The cart falls away and you hoist yourself - whimpering in pain - onto the horse's saddle-less back.
The horse seems alarmed by the blood.
Nadia: I whisper a few words to it
PLEASE PONY
DONT BE SCURRED
GM: (Rolls)
The horse's hackles subside and you seem to calm it with your strained murmurs and your bloodied hand stroking its neck gently.
Behind you, Bogdan skids around the corner and gives out a roar.
Nadia: LETS GTFO
GM: Of anger, of triumph.
Of... pain?
Nadia: hello?
GM: You definitely hear him whimpering.
Nadia: does he look hurt?
or are his bulging muscles not as fun as they seemed at first?
GM: He seems to be weeping.
His huge, boulder like fists are raised to his monolith face, covering his eyes.
You see his ragged mouth open in pain or despair and he's averting his eyes.
Nadia: "What's up with him, Vigo?"
GM:
I don't know! What do you know about him, as a fellow Vistani?
He takes a few staggering steps, and then breaks into a crablike, sideways run, pushing through people and crashing into a wall and scurrying along it.
As you watch in wonderment, it becomes clear he's trying to pursue you while staying as far as he can away from the wedding.
Nadia: Time to go into the middle of the wedding!
"He hates the wedding...."
I make pony go further into the crowd
GM: (IQ roll?)
Nadia: 14 lol
nope, no idea.
GM: You seem to recall something Hyskosa, Soldanni, or Elvira said. But what exactly, you're not sure.
Nadia: hmmmm
GM: The pony is nudging people out of the way. The crowd parts reluctantly before you as you ride in.
Eventually, about four or five body lengths in, it's too crowded and you'd have to dismount to go any further.
Nadia: Good pony.
uhhhh. I AM NOT LEAVING THIS HORSE.
GM: The music here is quite audible, even with the dimensional shift.
Nadia: escape routes?
GM: The wedding is taking place in a partially open courtyard in front of a Temple of the Eternal Order.
The temple itself is wide open for business. There are more wedding congregants inside.
Nadia: Path of least resistance away from hulkman?
GM: On foot, through the Temple.
There appears to be another couple getting married inside the Temple.
Nadia: I cant bring pony can i??!?!
GM: No vehicles allowed in the chapel.
Nadia: lol dammit.
Fiiiiiiine.
There is no other way to get away?
GM: Bogdan appears to be circling a perimeter that is centered on the wedding party (where you are).
You may be able to go through the temple and either shift over to an adjacent property, or escape through the other side entirely.
Nadia: okay lets shoot for that
GM: Okay, you dismount from the horse carefully, your head a little light and woozy, and you make your way on unsteady feet into the temple.
Some of the priests here seem to be "brighter" or "more real" than the shadows you see.
You can see the elder priest, who's conducting the ceremony, is very vibrant and lively to your eyes.
But some of the junior priests are also "real".
For now, they haven't noticed you as they're focusing on the service.
You're not sure if your spiritual condition is contributing to your hard-to-see-ness.
Nadia: hmmm
As much as I dont wanna fuck up some peoples wedding...
GM: There is one priestess, a little older, who's beneath another doorway, welcoming people in.
She's got greying hair and a solemn and slightly sorrowful look on her face, but she smiles tiredly to the congregants and welcomes them in.
Nadia: Is she "real?"
GM: Her eyes are a brilliant shade of blue. Yes, she's real to you.
Nadia: Did I walk by her yet?
GM: Not yet but you can if you want to.
Nadia: I'll give it a shot.
GM: She looks at you and her mouth falls open.
"My dear, what happened to you?"
Nadia: "I... kinda got attacked by a huge monster..."
GM: "You're hurt, aren't you? Poor dear child..."
"Come, come into the chancery. Oh, poor thing!"
Nadia: "... yeah...?"
GM: She puts an arm around your shoulders and hurries you to a small chapel off to one side.
Nadia: ""Vigo, is this a bad idea...?""
GM:
Do you mean practically speaking or ecumenically speaking?
Nadia: ""I dont know what ecumenically speaking is... ????""
GM:
Well, personally I'm against organized religion on the philosophical grounds that they offer a false placebo and in so doing reduce the individual's agency with a fuzzy-hearted excuse for moral absolutism. But on the other hand, she might heal you up. And I'm not against that.
Nadia: ""..... Right.""
GM:
You get the feeling that Vigo is offering you a reassuring but not very confident smile.
"Let's take this off for a moment, dear, and see how bad the injury is, shall we?" asks the priestess kindly.
Nadia: "O...Okay."
GM: She clucks her tongue reprovingly as she sees your wounds. "Who could have done this? Just you rest easy, now, we'll get you some warm water. There we go..."
She bathes the dried blood away and gives you bindings and then a simple grey shawl to wear over it.
Finally, she takes her holy symbol - the fist defiant suppressing the skull - and casts a spell of healing. She slits her wrist into the water to do this, and presents the holy symbol to you.
You see her wrist tremble with pain as she does this.
"Child, take my wellness so you may recover more speedily..."
Nadia: "Uhhh...."
GM: She holds the holy symbol to you. Her blood comes thick and rich over her trembling fingers.
Nadia: Yikes
GM: "Take it... please..." she says hoarsely. You can see this is really taking it out of her.
Nadia: I take it from her
GM: You feel better.
First, the pounding in your head lessens.
Then the agony of bone scraping against bone fades to a discomfort.
And then the torn and skinned flesh over your ribs knits together again.
(+4 HP, back to 6)
As you release the holy symbol, the priestess' wrist suddenly stops bleeding and the cut vanishes.
She closes her eyes and sighs raggedly, sitting back for a moment before opening her eyes and resuming.
Your body has recovered, but there is still a feeling of emptiness in your chest - where Bogdan stole your soul.
Nadia: Damn bastard.
GM: The priestess smiles wanly at you.
"Perhaps you can walk more steadily on your way today, child."
Nadia: "Thank you."
GM: The wedding outside is beginning to disperse.
Nadia: TIME TO GO
Or.... time to fight >:)
GM: The wedding inside is waiting to go outside.
"Remember to give your thanks to our savior, Darkonius Rex! May he watch over you child!"
Hmph. He's not *my* savior...
Nadia: ""Well, he DID just save my ass..."
GM:
Don't tell my father that whatever you do. He'll never approve of us and I'll never hear the end of it.
Nadia: ''"My lips are sealed""
""So how do I kill this miserable son of a bitch?""
GM:
You're going to have to get your soul back.
I don't *think* he's harvested any other Shadowborn souls, but I could be wrong. The more you harvest, the tougher you become.
The good news is, you should be able to kill him the traditional way. The bad news is, he's twice your size and very angry at you.
Nadia: ""Well I cant very well ask for help now, since people can't see me..""
GM: Screams are coming - faint and faraway - from the front courtyard.
Apparently, Bogdan Tireš has decided not to wait for the second wedding to begin.
Nadia: ""I don't think he's gonna wait for me to get help anyhow..."
GM:
If you can reclaim your soul from the necklace around his neck, it will make your work much easier.
Nadia: ""OK, time to steal some jewelry then..."
GM: _Remember some people and animals *can* see him - it's just a matter of finding them and getting them to help._
Nadia: Is my horse in the danger zone?
GM: It's disappeared.
Nadia: NOOOO
pony.
GM: Probably left in all the confusion.
Nadia: ugh. I guess time to go a huntin.
GM:
Forget the pony, there are hundreds of them I can give you when you come back to Falkovnia.
Focus on your soul. There's only one of those around.
Nadia: ""Oh I meant for help. But let's see what this bastard is up to.""
GM: Bogdan is carving his way through the crowds and trying to get to the Temple.
But once he gets to the doorway, the sight of the wedding inside once again reduces him to tears and howling.
Nadia: heeeeheeeheeee
can I get any closer without him seeing?
GM: Possibly.
He's raising one hand up to his face, as though it's unbearably bright.
Nadia: okay, are there like pillars and stuff I can hide behind?
GM: Yes
You're still a little unsteady, but you're much better and your head is no longer debilitatingly dizzy.
Nadia: Excellent.
GM:
Careful, now...
(Bogdan is large enough that a single punch from him is likely to knock you unconscious, and a kick probably will kill you in this state. Just so you know.)
Nadia: ""Well what do YOU think I should do??? Not having a sould kiiiiind of sucks.""
GM:
Maybe throw something at him? If he can't approach you...
Wait no. Don't do that.
I just remembered. He can throw stuff back at you.
Nadia: ""Thanks. Helpful.""
GM:
And my hand is wrecked, just so you know.
Nadia: ".... Sorry about that""
GM: Bogdan raises his face again and scans the crowd as intently as he can, given his extreme discomfort and weeping.
Nadia: ""So any other bright ideas???""
GM:
Maybe you can lose him. You can't stay here forever. Eventually people will stop getting married and then he'll come after you.
Nadia: ""Ugh... then what. He will still have my damn soul...""
Despite this, I turn and look around for another way out
GM: There is an inner cloister, which opens to a surprisingly spacious courtyard.
Where there is apparently a third wedding happening.
Nadia: Well lets give that a shot then. Jeez, is it wedding season or something??
GM:
I suppose it *is* springtime...
The census bureau will have to prepare for a wave of February babies.
Nadia: heheheheheeee
GM: Bogdan sees you and roars impotently at the gates, still unable to follow.
Nobody else really seems to notice him, although the priests seem somewhat flustered.
The courtyard has neatly trimmed grass, and is surrounded by quaint stone refectories on all sides.
Nadia: whats refectories?
GM: Squat stone buildings with sloped roofs.
Nadia: climbable?
GM: Yes, should be.
Nadia: let's dooooo it
GM: The stones are unevenly cut and there are plenty of protrusions.
Nadia springs up the first few yards with no problems.
Give me a climbing check to make it onto the roof. (There's a weird overhang bit.)
Nadia: 6
GM: You get over with no problems.
Glancing back, you see Bogdan is no longer at the arches.
You do see a flash of movement around the parapets of the building on the other side of the courtyard from you, though.
It's possible he's decided to go over the wedding if he can't go through it.
Nadia: uh oh. time to go.
GM: The building you're on right now seems to be adjacent to a noble estate of some sort on the other side.
At least, there are nicely enclosed green lands and stables and kennels there.
The blurry shadowy outline of a groundskeeper makes his way down along the tended lawns there.
Nadia: Is that the only way to go?
GM: That's directly away from the entrance of the Temple (and by extension where you last saw Bogdan).
Nadia: lol alright let's go there
GM: You're a little ways away from either lateral side.
But you could make your way closer to either of them and check if you wanted to.
If Bogdan is indeed climbing the wedding hall exterior, though, he'll gain on you if you do that.
Nadia: nope, to the estate.
GM: Okay, there is a mortared wall with glass bits to keep burglars and stuff out.
Nadia: mannn. Assholes
GM: You could probably climb to the top with little difficulty, but getting over would be a problem.
Nadia: I need all the HP I can get....
GM: It occurs to you that laying a suitably thick fabric across the top would render it harmless.
Same as with barbed wire.
Nadia: Do I have the vest that Vistani man gave me?
or something
Cuz thats what we're gonna try
GM: Actually yeah you do.
Nadia: Alright. Time to tryyyy
GM: And also the rough shawl could work too, if you don't mind going topless again.
Nadia: Lol Alright. No shame at this point. Didn't she put bindings on anyways?
GM: Yes, actually.
So you'll be running around in bindings.
Nadia: well thats better than nadia boobs going everywhere
this is sort of life or death. also most people cant see me anyways haha
GM: We actually never specified whether Nadia was busty or not. Given her heritage and nutritional hardships, it's entirely plausible to say she's not.
Okay, give me a climbing check with a -1 to get over the shingling without injury.
Nadia: 11
GM: Oh, right on the dot.
Nadia: mhmmmm
GM: She makes it over, although the clothes are now ruined, and she drops gently into the nobleman's enclosure.
It's about three yards down, so she slides and braces and rolls and comes up a bit dusty but fine.
The groundskeeper is heading away from her, walking dogs.
The groundskeeper is indistinct and blurry, but the dogs are not.
Nadia: uh oh.
GM: They're very much alive and stinking and barking and excited.
Nadia: ew
GM: And they're straining at the leashes and barking at you.
Nadia: Let's move away quickly now...
GM: There's a crack from high above, and a thump nearby.
Nadia: ugh here we go.
GM: A large piece of masonry has been dislodged and has impacted the ground maybe ten yards wide of you.
Nadia: Alright, time to runnnnn!
GM: Okay, where to?
Nadia: whats around
GM: The enclosure has stables at the far end, kennels at the near end.
And the back end of what appears to be a residence to your right, but quite far off.
Nadia: let's check out those stables.
GM: There are a few manicured trees and benches in this yard.
"Easy, easy boys. Come now, why so excitable today?"
The groundskeeper shadow cajoles and begs, as though from miles away.
Nadia: to the stables!
GM: Okay, you run to the stables.
Nadia: PONIES?!
GM: And that's when Bogdan comes crashing down from the heights.
He lands on all fours, roughly in front of you, and seems a bit stunned by the impact. He shakes his head to clear it.
Nadia: ugh
fucking HELL
GM: There are significant imprints in the lawn where his hands and knees took.
Nadia: HOW THE FUCK DID HE GET HERE
'".... yeah idk if losing him is gonna work bro!""
GM: "Ehhheheheheheheheheehhhhehh... ees time leetle gurrr..."
Behind you, the dogs are going insane
Nadia: "You have what you want, brute, why chase me down?"
Meanwhile. I am backing away
hopefully toward the dogs
GM: "Eet only works eef the bearer dies... an' I deedint feeneesh de beesnees..."
Your legs are quaking.
Nadia: "It sure looks like it worked to me..."
GM: Dogs have not been good experiences for you in the past...
Nadia: Can I get around him?
GM: You can try.
He's much larger than you and his gait would be similarly long. Although you'd probably have a significant advantage in cornering and change of direction.
Owing to lesser mass.
Nadia: Alright.
"When I harvest and kill you, will I be as ugly of a motherfucker as you are? That SURE would be a shame..."
GM: He laughs at you.
"A puppy threatens a tiger weethout even eets milk teeth..."
Nadia: I am slowly sidestepping to try and get to one side of him, drawing two knives
GM: He stands up and opens his hands and arms to you in a wrestler's stance.
Nadia: "Yes, that's right, I guess you DO have something that belongs to me. Someone doesn't know what a fair fight is..."
GM:
Make the left knife count. You're throwing for both of us...
Bogdan rushes at you.
Feet churning the ground as he accelerates.
Nadia: THROW THAT SHIT
GM: (Which hand?)
Nadia: can I use my all out attack?
GM: Yes.
Nadia: DOING THAT
but left hand first.
GM: Okay, all attacks at -1 for range.
Nadia: each one gets a bigger penalty that the one before it no?
GM: You're ambidextrous
Nadia: oh right nvm
GM: So the left hand has no penalty for being off hand.
Nadia: roll 3 times?
GM: Yes
The final attack has a -4.
But the first two are at -0.
Then factor in range for each one.
So -1/-1/-5.
Nadia: 12
8
and 10
GM: All three are direct hits.
Roll for damage for two of them.
Nadia: 1d6 no?
-2?
GM: 1d -2 cutting
Right.
Nadia: okay
GM: Bogdan has DR 2.
Nadia: 6
3
GM: The first hits him in the upper pectoral, striking deep and drawing blood. He seems astounded that you've hurt him.
The second hits him shallowly in the side, where his ripped scraps of clothing absorb most of the damage.
Roll for the last one.
Nadia: 6
GM: That catches him in the thigh, which is good news for you because it slows down his careening lurch and allows you to get out of the way in time.
His grasping hands snatch at the air, missing you, and he barrels past you.
The dogs are barking and yelping and snarling. Really mean, ugly sounds like they want to tear some fucker apart.
Nadia: eeek.
Nice puppies.
GM: (rolls)
Nadia fights down the bad memories of Beredostich and the dog hunt. She focuses once again on Bogdan, who is limping badly and whose left arm is dangling from a torn pectoral muscle.
Did we ever determine how many throwing blades she had?
She's down by three now.
Nadia: you always just said plenty
lol
GM: Okay, say she's got nine more.
Nadia: alright. lets throw some more before he comes at me again/
GM: Fast-Draw
x3
Nadia: do i have to roll 3 separate times?
GM: Yes.
Nadia: kayyy
11
11
8
GM: No problems. You're up, armed, and ready to rock.
Bogdan turns to face you. There is a single dart in his hand.
His right hand.
Nadia: lets aim for his hand thennnnn quicklyyy
GM: Okay
Nadia: or at least his arm
thats easier
GM: Okay, he's fast, but you're faster.
You throw the knives, one-two-three, with practiced sureness.
Nadia: oof. 17
11
10
GM: Two hit.
I'm rolling for location.
(roll x2)
Nadia: how many
oh wait
youre rollinggg
lol
GM: One hits his right arm, as you intended, and the other hits his right leg.
Damage!
Nadia: 4
3
GM: He throws his dart at you, but he's in a lot of pain and it flies wide.
Behind him, the dogs break free of the groundskeeper's shadowy leashes and they tear towards the two of you, foaming and frothing in bloodlust.
(Roll for phobia)
Nadia: please go for him not me oh god,
6
hooooo buddy
GM: You're good, you feel a tremor of blind, terrified, unthinking fear.
But then you swallow hard and force yourself to focus.
And the dogs look towards you and they see no waver.
Nadia: rawwr.
GM: And they turn back to the easier prey - the wounded, bleeding, bigger target.
And at once, they're on Bogdan, grabbing at his limbs and snapping at his heels as he curses and tries to stamp them.
His necklace is glowing now.
Almost with a sort of anti-light. It's folding in a mesmerizing darkness around it.
Calling to you.
Nadia: Time to get my soul back
!!!
Can I get close to him?
Well.
I pull out my dagger daggers. not my throwing ones.
GM:
Good, get close to him and we'll reclaim your rightful property, eh?
Nadia: ""Yep.""
Daggers raised just in case I approach the poor bastard.
cept I hate him.
NO PITY HERE
GM: He's holding his own pretty well. Already he's kicked away two of the dogs and is brushing the others off his arms.
Get behind him...
Nadia: "Yep!""
I'm gonna move to get behind him
GM: (rolls)
The dogs are keeping him busy. He doesn't notice.
Nadia: goooood
How far am I from him?
GM: Close enough.
You can strike him in the back or anywhere lower.
If you want to hit him in the shoulders or higher you'll need to jump.
Nadia: Let's just start with his back
GM: Okay, for a Sneak Attack, your effective ST is 12.
Nadia: cooooool
roll?
GM: Which means if you successfully hit, you'll do 1d impaling damage.
Yes
And if you successfully hit, he can't dodge either.
Nadia: sweeeet
9
GM: You sink your machete into his back, hacking through ribs and kidney.
Damage?
Nadia: 1 -_-
GM: That's 2.
Because impaling is x2.
Nadia: woo.
lol
GM: He screams in pain and tries to whirl around. With a dog on each wrist, he can't do much. But he's seeing you in profile now.
Here... allow me...
You feel your left hand reaching back for a mighty blow.
Nadia:
:D:D
"Punish him, brother!"
GM: Vigo strikes with the machete.
(rolls)
He severs the necklace around Bogdan's neck, and the soul stone falls to the ground.
Immediately, Bogdan's body convulses and shrinks back down into his scrawny, sunken dimensions.
The dogs release him, nonplussed, as he stands glassy-eyed, swaying back and forth in confusion.
Nadia: "Heh, so much for puppy teeth, fool"
GM:
Your soul!
Nadia: GRAB
GM: You grab it, and the feeling is... hideous. It's like holding your own brain matter in your hand. The knowledge that this is fundamentally wrong and twisted.
Also, the wounded pocket in your chest yearns for its return.
Nadia: "Can I open this like I used to or do I have to cut a new one....."
GM: You can open it at will
Nadia: open sesame
GM: Although it feels very ragged and violated and tender.
It's the work of just a few seconds to secure your soul again.
Nadia: fabbbbbb.
GM: And once you're done with that, Vigo raises the machete again.
Just... one... last... thing...
Nadia: "Yes brother?"
heheheheheeee
GM: (rolls)
The machete falls with horrific momentum, and Bogdan's body does a complete rotation and a half before striking the ground, headless.
His hands clasp and unclasp, and his limbs contort in dying eddies.
The color slowly begins to fade from him.
Vigo speaks to you in urgent tones.
Your scimitar! Cut his soul from him and claim it for yourself!
Nadia: GRAB SCIMITAR
GM: It rises effortlessly and noiselessly from your chest.
Nadia: I raise it and slice his chest
GM: The process is not a tidy one, being much as it was when he was rooting around in your cavity for your soul.
But you eventually locate his misshapen lump of palpitating matter.
You feel a warmth in your chest as you hold his soul in your hand.
Nadia: "....Now what...."
GM:
You must carry it within you until I can complete the ritual of the Rift...
Nadia: "yech, I have to put a part of this motherfucker inside of me?"
GM:
Blood calls to blood, and the heritage has grown so very thin already my dear. Do not fear it - rather, celebrate it.
Every step you take brings you closer to immortality. To the scions who warp and redefine reality to their own designs.
Nadia: "...Alright fine. Bottoms up...."
I put it into my safekeeping chest hole.
GM: You experience a moment of wrenching vertigo.
...
You see a terrified Vistani woman, wandering far from the campfires, and a nameless darkness descending upon her. Forcing itself upon her. Leaving her.
Nadia: .... is that my...
GM: The cry of a child, unclaimed by any Vistani man. Growing up among rushes and weeds. A mother resentful of her outcast offspring.
Nadia: D:
GM: The outcast growing up, wavering for years between hatred and hope.
One day, discovering another in his predicament. Another Vistani woman, violated by the night, bearing a child - only this time, a girl.
Nadia: ooh heeeeyyy
GM: The two promised to each other.
And then wanderers from another tasque arriving.
A singer and lutist. And his weak twin brother, a soothsayer.
The twins taking the girl-child under their tutelage, teaching her the basic secrets and lore of the strange tribe. Teaching her of the world outside the mists.
Equipping her with knowledge and thought.
Turning her outwards and away.
Away from him.
Finally, a fateful wedding. The twins' own kinswoman, betrothed to his own tribe's swain.
The weaker twin asked to perform a goodwill soothsaying.
Refusing, saying that to lie would be to surrender his powers, and to tell the truth would be to dismay the happy couple.
Under duress, telling of misery and hatred.
Nadia:
GM: And finally the outcast snapping at his limit, and drawing the blade from his scabbard and cutting a scar from _here_ to _here_ on the wasted twin's face, and sinking his blade to the pommel in his side.
And vardo, seer, family, mother, and campfire all fading into the mist.
Leaving him. Fleeing him. Abandoning. Condemning.
And now with only two tasks remaining to give meaning to his wasted hateful life.
Kill the blasphemous seer.
Claim the girl.
And then he can lie. And sleep. And die.
Nadia: WELL HES DEAD NOW.
asshole.
GM:
Yes, he certainly is...
Our grandsire certainly broadcast his seed far and wide, didn't he?
Nadia: "yep."
GM: The color is slowly returning to the world.
The groundskeeper is running to the house, shouting about an accident and a person falling from the roof.
Nadia feels like a visitor, returning to her own body - dazed with the distant dreams of a faraway land - as she sits down on the grassy lawns and absent-mindedly strokes the muzzles and tongues that whine at her cheeks for attention.
Nadia: puppies...
GM:
And that's how Nadia lost her fear of dogs.
Nadia: YAYYYYY
no killing in terrible ways!
GM: Well, no killing of dogs.
Bogdan and the Vistani cart driver weren't so lucky.
Nadia: Well Bogdan deserved it.
bitch stole my soul/
and the driver....
not entirely my fault.
GM: So that's the end of the solo session.