Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
Zdzislaw and Robert (the puppet) are walking with him.
You are waking through the woods when you hear a strange grunting filling the empty spaces of the air. You follow the sound until you come to a desolate, run-down house. Its barely keeping itself from falling into a pile of rubbish. It windows are missing, the walls are covered with dirt, mildew, and grime. The small front porch is caved in and splintered with rotting wood. The roof overhead is falling inwards. The grunting noise is coming from inside, just passed the rotting door frame
Blitz takes out his knife and approaches the door
As you wander inside, whether it be by curiosity or by stupidity, a large mass pile of shuddering flesh is suddenly in front of you. Its large bobbly head Peers at you as its mouth opens and closes as if it is breathing. You can see many rows of sharp in its mouth. Its skin is a sickening grey—brown-pink color, like rotten flesh. It has multitudes of arms, some large and muscular, others withered and small. Thick dirty skulls sit between the arms on its back, they peer at you with dead stares. It stares at you for a few seconds more beyond letting out a terrible shriek and rushing at you.
"Oh lord...." Blitz starts to run away.
It screeches violent and thrashes its head back and forth, not in a offensive way but in a defensive way.
Zdzislaw interposes Robert between Blitz and the Dredge.
It doesnt seem to come out of its home. its long arms thrash a bit.
Blitz pulls out a lighter and a bottle of whiskey with a rag stuffed down the neck on the bottle. He then lights the rag on fire and throws it at the house.
Robert tries to grab the bottle before it hits the shack. Dex: 19
Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
Zdzislaw and Robert (the puppet) are walking with him.
You are waking through the woods when you hear a strange grunting filling the empty spaces of the air. You follow the sound until you come to a desolate, run-down house. Its barely keeping itself from falling into a pile of rubbish. It windows are missing, the walls are covered with dirt, mildew, and grime. The small front porch is caved in and splintered with rotting wood. The roof overhead is falling inwards. The grunting noise is coming from inside, just passed the rotting door frame
Blitz takes out his knife and approaches the door
As you wander inside, whether it be by curiosity or by stupidity, a large mass pile of shuddering flesh is suddenly in front of you. Its large bobbly head Peers at you as its mouth opens and closes as if it is breathing. You can see many rows of sharp in its mouth. Its skin is a sickening grey—brown-pink color, like rotten flesh. It has multitudes of arms, some large and muscular, others withered and small. Thick dirty skulls sit between the arms on its back, they peer at you with dead stares. It stares at you for a few seconds more beyond letting out a terrible shriek and rushing at you.
"Oh lord...." Blitz starts to run away.
It screeches violent and thrashes its head back and forth, not in a offensive way but in a defensive way.
Zdzislaw interposes Robert between Blitz and the Dredge.
It doesnt seem to come out of its home. its long arms thrash a bit.
Blitz pulls out a lighter and a bottle of whiskey with a rag stuffed down the neck on the bottle. He then lights the rag on fire and throws it at the house.
The house is set on fire, a comforting fire that you think burns the creature. Suddenly the house shakes violently, The huge mass of flesh rushes out and ensnares you.
Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
Zdzislaw and Robert (the puppet) are walking with him.
You are waking through the woods when you hear a strange grunting filling the empty spaces of the air. You follow the sound until you come to a desolate, run-down house. Its barely keeping itself from falling into a pile of rubbish. It windows are missing, the walls are covered with dirt, mildew, and grime. The small front porch is caved in and splintered with rotting wood. The roof overhead is falling inwards. The grunting noise is coming from inside, just passed the rotting door frame
Blitz takes out his knife and approaches the door
As you wander inside, whether it be by curiosity or by stupidity, a large mass pile of shuddering flesh is suddenly in front of you. Its large bobbly head Peers at you as its mouth opens and closes as if it is breathing. You can see many rows of sharp in its mouth. Its skin is a sickening grey—brown-pink color, like rotten flesh. It has multitudes of arms, some large and muscular, others withered and small. Thick dirty skulls sit between the arms on its back, they peer at you with dead stares. It stares at you for a few seconds more beyond letting out a terrible shriek and rushing at you.
"Oh lord...." Blitz starts to run away.
It screeches violent and thrashes its head back and forth, not in a offensive way but in a defensive way.
Zdzislaw interposes Robert between Blitz and the Dredge.
It doesnt seem to come out of its home. its long arms thrash a bit.
Blitz pulls out a lighter and a bottle of whiskey with a rag stuffed down the neck on the bottle. He then lights the rag on fire and throws it at the house.
The house is set on fire, a comforting fire that you think burns the creature. Suddenly the house shakes violently, The huge mass of flesh rushes out and ensnares you.
Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
Zdzislaw and Robert (the puppet) are walking with him.
"Who might you be?" Blitz asks while adjusting his doctors bag.
"My name is Zdzislaw Frantisek. I used to work for the Frantisek Carnival of Opulence. I got better, though."
"Interesting. Doctor Blitzen. Blitz for short. I used to work at Jaleshaw hospital."
"That sounds nice. Well, admittedly not really, but you were helping people, which is better than a lot of jobs."
"Yes I was helping those who needed it."
"My job was mostly keeping the rabble entertained so that they didn't bother the mindless whales that waddle in, lured by the lights, smells, and promise of high-class entertainment."
Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
Zdzislaw and Robert (the puppet) are walking with him.
"Who might you be?" Blitz asks while adjusting his doctors bag.
"My name is Zdzislaw Frantisek. I used to work for the Frantisek Carnival of Opulence. I got better, though."
"Interesting. Doctor Blitzen. Blitz for short. I used to work at Jaleshaw hospital."
"That sounds nice. Well, admittedly not really, but you were helping people, which is better than a lot of jobs."
"Yes I was helping those who needed it."
"My job was mostly keeping the rabble entertained so that they didn't bother the mindless whales that waddle in, lured by the lights, smells, and promise of high-class entertainment."
Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
Zdzislaw and Robert (the puppet) are walking with him.
You are waking through the woods when you hear a strange grunting filling the empty spaces of the air. You follow the sound until you come to a desolate, run-down house. Its barely keeping itself from falling into a pile of rubbish. It windows are missing, the walls are covered with dirt, mildew, and grime. The small front porch is caved in and splintered with rotting wood. The roof overhead is falling inwards. The grunting noise is coming from inside, just passed the rotting door frame
Blitz takes out his knife and approaches the door
As you wander inside, whether it be by curiosity or by stupidity, a large mass pile of shuddering flesh is suddenly in front of you. Its large bobbly head Peers at you as its mouth opens and closes as if it is breathing. You can see many rows of sharp in its mouth. Its skin is a sickening grey—brown-pink color, like rotten flesh. It has multitudes of arms, some large and muscular, others withered and small. Thick dirty skulls sit between the arms on its back, they peer at you with dead stares. It stares at you for a few seconds more beyond letting out a terrible shriek and rushing at you.
"Oh lord...." Blitz starts to run away.
It screeches violent and thrashes its head back and forth, not in a offensive way but in a defensive way.
Zdzislaw interposes Robert between Blitz and the Dredge.
It doesnt seem to come out of its home. its long arms thrash a bit.
Blitz pulls out a lighter and a bottle of whiskey with a rag stuffed down the neck on the bottle. He then lights the rag on fire and throws it at the house.
Robert tries to grab the bottle before it hits the shack. Dex: 19
Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
Zdzislaw and Robert (the puppet) are walking with him.
You are waking through the woods when you hear a strange grunting filling the empty spaces of the air. You follow the sound until you come to a desolate, run-down house. Its barely keeping itself from falling into a pile of rubbish. It windows are missing, the walls are covered with dirt, mildew, and grime. The small front porch is caved in and splintered with rotting wood. The roof overhead is falling inwards. The grunting noise is coming from inside, just passed the rotting door frame
Blitz takes out his knife and approaches the door
As you wander inside, whether it be by curiosity or by stupidity, a large mass pile of shuddering flesh is suddenly in front of you. Its large bobbly head Peers at you as its mouth opens and closes as if it is breathing. You can see many rows of sharp in its mouth. Its skin is a sickening grey—brown-pink color, like rotten flesh. It has multitudes of arms, some large and muscular, others withered and small. Thick dirty skulls sit between the arms on its back, they peer at you with dead stares. It stares at you for a few seconds more beyond letting out a terrible shriek and rushing at you.
"Oh lord...." Blitz starts to run away.
It screeches violent and thrashes its head back and forth, not in a offensive way but in a defensive way.
Zdzislaw interposes Robert between Blitz and the Dredge.
It doesnt seem to come out of its home. its long arms thrash a bit.
Blitz pulls out a lighter and a bottle of whiskey with a rag stuffed down the neck on the bottle. He then lights the rag on fire and throws it at the house.
The house is set on fire, a comforting fire that you think burns the creature. Suddenly the house shakes violently, The huge mass of flesh rushes out and ensnares you.
(Grapple) 13
*AH CRAP* (Contest) 11
Blitz is now Grappled.
Blitz find himself entangled in a mass of violently twitching flesh that slithers over him like worms. The wide open mouth snarls and stares at him like the gaping abyss.
Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
Zdzislaw and Robert (the puppet) are walking with him.
You are waking through the woods when you hear a strange grunting filling the empty spaces of the air. You follow the sound until you come to a desolate, run-down house. Its barely keeping itself from falling into a pile of rubbish. It windows are missing, the walls are covered with dirt, mildew, and grime. The small front porch is caved in and splintered with rotting wood. The roof overhead is falling inwards. The grunting noise is coming from inside, just passed the rotting door frame
Blitz takes out his knife and approaches the door
As you wander inside, whether it be by curiosity or by stupidity, a large mass pile of shuddering flesh is suddenly in front of you. Its large bobbly head Peers at you as its mouth opens and closes as if it is breathing. You can see many rows of sharp in its mouth. Its skin is a sickening grey—brown-pink color, like rotten flesh. It has multitudes of arms, some large and muscular, others withered and small. Thick dirty skulls sit between the arms on its back, they peer at you with dead stares. It stares at you for a few seconds more beyond letting out a terrible shriek and rushing at you.
"Oh lord...." Blitz starts to run away.
It screeches violent and thrashes its head back and forth, not in a offensive way but in a defensive way.
Zdzislaw interposes Robert between Blitz and the Dredge.
It doesnt seem to come out of its home. its long arms thrash a bit.
Blitz pulls out a lighter and a bottle of whiskey with a rag stuffed down the neck on the bottle. He then lights the rag on fire and throws it at the house.
The house is set on fire, a comforting fire that you think burns the creature. Suddenly the house shakes violently, The huge mass of flesh rushes out and ensnares you.
(Grapple) 13
*AH CRAP* (Contest) 11
Blitz is now Grappled.
Blitz find himself entangled in a mass of violently twitching flesh that slithers over him like worms. The wide open mouth snarls and stares at him like the gaping abyss.
"What the...." Blitz tries to grab a syringe from his bag.
Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
Zdzislaw and Robert (the puppet) are walking with him.
You are waking through the woods when you hear a strange grunting filling the empty spaces of the air. You follow the sound until you come to a desolate, run-down house. Its barely keeping itself from falling into a pile of rubbish. It windows are missing, the walls are covered with dirt, mildew, and grime. The small front porch is caved in and splintered with rotting wood. The roof overhead is falling inwards. The grunting noise is coming from inside, just passed the rotting door frame
Blitz takes out his knife and approaches the door
As you wander inside, whether it be by curiosity or by stupidity, a large mass pile of shuddering flesh is suddenly in front of you. Its large bobbly head Peers at you as its mouth opens and closes as if it is breathing. You can see many rows of sharp in its mouth. Its skin is a sickening grey—brown-pink color, like rotten flesh. It has multitudes of arms, some large and muscular, others withered and small. Thick dirty skulls sit between the arms on its back, they peer at you with dead stares. It stares at you for a few seconds more beyond letting out a terrible shriek and rushing at you.
"Oh lord...." Blitz starts to run away.
It screeches violent and thrashes its head back and forth, not in a offensive way but in a defensive way.
Zdzislaw interposes Robert between Blitz and the Dredge.
It doesnt seem to come out of its home. its long arms thrash a bit.
Blitz pulls out a lighter and a bottle of whiskey with a rag stuffed down the neck on the bottle. He then lights the rag on fire and throws it at the house.
Robert tries to grab the bottle before it hits the shack. Dex: 19
Blitz looks at Robert. "What is wrong with you?!"
Zdzislaw shakes his head. "You can't just destroy things you don't understand. It seems to be acting defensively. It shouldn't be too much of a problem if we don't provoke it."
Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
Zdzislaw and Robert (the puppet) are walking with him.
"Who might you be?" Blitz asks while adjusting his doctors bag.
"My name is Zdzislaw Frantisek. I used to work for the Frantisek Carnival of Opulence. I got better, though."
"Interesting. Doctor Blitzen. Blitz for short. I used to work at Jaleshaw hospital."
"That sounds nice. Well, admittedly not really, but you were helping people, which is better than a lot of jobs."
"Yes I was helping those who needed it."
"My job was mostly keeping the rabble entertained so that they didn't bother the mindless whales that waddle in, lured by the lights, smells, and promise of high-class entertainment."
Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
Zdzislaw and Robert (the puppet) are walking with him.
You are waking through the woods when you hear a strange grunting filling the empty spaces of the air. You follow the sound until you come to a desolate, run-down house. Its barely keeping itself from falling into a pile of rubbish. It windows are missing, the walls are covered with dirt, mildew, and grime. The small front porch is caved in and splintered with rotting wood. The roof overhead is falling inwards. The grunting noise is coming from inside, just passed the rotting door frame
Blitz takes out his knife and approaches the door
As you wander inside, whether it be by curiosity or by stupidity, a large mass pile of shuddering flesh is suddenly in front of you. Its large bobbly head Peers at you as its mouth opens and closes as if it is breathing. You can see many rows of sharp in its mouth. Its skin is a sickening grey—brown-pink color, like rotten flesh. It has multitudes of arms, some large and muscular, others withered and small. Thick dirty skulls sit between the arms on its back, they peer at you with dead stares. It stares at you for a few seconds more beyond letting out a terrible shriek and rushing at you.
"Oh lord...." Blitz starts to run away.
It screeches violent and thrashes its head back and forth, not in a offensive way but in a defensive way.
Zdzislaw interposes Robert between Blitz and the Dredge.
It doesnt seem to come out of its home. its long arms thrash a bit.
Blitz pulls out a lighter and a bottle of whiskey with a rag stuffed down the neck on the bottle. He then lights the rag on fire and throws it at the house.
Robert tries to grab the bottle before it hits the shack. Dex: 19
Blitz looks at Robert. "What is wrong with you?!"
Zdzislaw shakes his head. "You can't just destroy things you don't understand. It seems to be acting defensively. It shouldn't be too much of a problem if we don't provoke it."
Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
Zdzislaw and Robert (the puppet) are walking with him.
"Who might you be?" Blitz asks while adjusting his doctors bag.
"My name is Zdzislaw Frantisek. I used to work for the Frantisek Carnival of Opulence. I got better, though."
"Interesting. Doctor Blitzen. Blitz for short. I used to work at Jaleshaw hospital."
"That sounds nice. Well, admittedly not really, but you were helping people, which is better than a lot of jobs."
"Yes I was helping those who needed it."
"My job was mostly keeping the rabble entertained so that they didn't bother the mindless whales that waddle in, lured by the lights, smells, and promise of high-class entertainment."
Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
Zdzislaw and Robert (the puppet) are walking with him.
You are waking through the woods when you hear a strange grunting filling the empty spaces of the air. You follow the sound until you come to a desolate, run-down house. Its barely keeping itself from falling into a pile of rubbish. It windows are missing, the walls are covered with dirt, mildew, and grime. The small front porch is caved in and splintered with rotting wood. The roof overhead is falling inwards. The grunting noise is coming from inside, just passed the rotting door frame
Blitz takes out his knife and approaches the door
As you wander inside, whether it be by curiosity or by stupidity, a large mass pile of shuddering flesh is suddenly in front of you. Its large bobbly head Peers at you as its mouth opens and closes as if it is breathing. You can see many rows of sharp in its mouth. Its skin is a sickening grey—brown-pink color, like rotten flesh. It has multitudes of arms, some large and muscular, others withered and small. Thick dirty skulls sit between the arms on its back, they peer at you with dead stares. It stares at you for a few seconds more beyond letting out a terrible shriek and rushing at you.
"Oh lord...." Blitz starts to run away.
It screeches violent and thrashes its head back and forth, not in a offensive way but in a defensive way.
Zdzislaw interposes Robert between Blitz and the Dredge.
It doesnt seem to come out of its home. its long arms thrash a bit.
Blitz pulls out a lighter and a bottle of whiskey with a rag stuffed down the neck on the bottle. He then lights the rag on fire and throws it at the house.
The house is set on fire, a comforting fire that you think burns the creature. Suddenly the house shakes violently, The huge mass of flesh rushes out and ensnares you.
(Grapple) 13
*AH CRAP* (Contest) 11
Blitz is now Grappled.
Blitz find himself entangled in a mass of violently twitching flesh that slithers over him like worms. The wide open mouth snarls and stares at him like the gaping abyss.
"What the...." Blitz tries to grab a syringe from his bag.
You find you can't move at all, your arms are being bound to your sides by the warm, disgusting smelling flesh. It seems to move quickly towards the burning building.
Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
Zdzislaw and Robert (the puppet) are walking with him.
You are waking through the woods when you hear a strange grunting filling the empty spaces of the air. You follow the sound until you come to a desolate, run-down house. Its barely keeping itself from falling into a pile of rubbish. It windows are missing, the walls are covered with dirt, mildew, and grime. The small front porch is caved in and splintered with rotting wood. The roof overhead is falling inwards. The grunting noise is coming from inside, just passed the rotting door frame
Blitz takes out his knife and approaches the door
As you wander inside, whether it be by curiosity or by stupidity, a large mass pile of shuddering flesh is suddenly in front of you. Its large bobbly head Peers at you as its mouth opens and closes as if it is breathing. You can see many rows of sharp in its mouth. Its skin is a sickening grey—brown-pink color, like rotten flesh. It has multitudes of arms, some large and muscular, others withered and small. Thick dirty skulls sit between the arms on its back, they peer at you with dead stares. It stares at you for a few seconds more beyond letting out a terrible shriek and rushing at you.
"Oh lord...." Blitz starts to run away.
It screeches violent and thrashes its head back and forth, not in a offensive way but in a defensive way.
Zdzislaw interposes Robert between Blitz and the Dredge.
It doesnt seem to come out of its home. its long arms thrash a bit.
Blitz pulls out a lighter and a bottle of whiskey with a rag stuffed down the neck on the bottle. He then lights the rag on fire and throws it at the house.
The house is set on fire, a comforting fire that you think burns the creature. Suddenly the house shakes violently, The huge mass of flesh rushes out and ensnares you.
(Grapple) 13
*AH CRAP* (Contest) 11
Blitz is now Grappled.
Blitz find himself entangled in a mass of violently twitching flesh that slithers over him like worms. The wide open mouth snarls and stares at him like the gaping abyss.
"What the...." Blitz tries to grab a syringe from his bag.
You find you can't move at all, your arms are being bound to your sides by the warm, disgusting smelling flesh. It seems to move quickly towards the burning building.
Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
Zdzislaw and Robert (the puppet) are walking with him.
You are waking through the woods when you hear a strange grunting filling the empty spaces of the air. You follow the sound until you come to a desolate, run-down house. Its barely keeping itself from falling into a pile of rubbish. It windows are missing, the walls are covered with dirt, mildew, and grime. The small front porch is caved in and splintered with rotting wood. The roof overhead is falling inwards. The grunting noise is coming from inside, just passed the rotting door frame
Blitz takes out his knife and approaches the door
As you wander inside, whether it be by curiosity or by stupidity, a large mass pile of shuddering flesh is suddenly in front of you. Its large bobbly head Peers at you as its mouth opens and closes as if it is breathing. You can see many rows of sharp in its mouth. Its skin is a sickening grey—brown-pink color, like rotten flesh. It has multitudes of arms, some large and muscular, others withered and small. Thick dirty skulls sit between the arms on its back, they peer at you with dead stares. It stares at you for a few seconds more beyond letting out a terrible shriek and rushing at you.
"Oh lord...." Blitz starts to run away.
It screeches violent and thrashes its head back and forth, not in a offensive way but in a defensive way.
Zdzislaw interposes Robert between Blitz and the Dredge.
It doesnt seem to come out of its home. its long arms thrash a bit.
Blitz pulls out a lighter and a bottle of whiskey with a rag stuffed down the neck on the bottle. He then lights the rag on fire and throws it at the house.
Robert tries to grab the bottle before it hits the shack. Dex: 19
Blitz looks at Robert. "What is wrong with you?!"
Zdzislaw shakes his head. "You can't just destroy things you don't understand. It seems to be acting defensively. It shouldn't be too much of a problem if we don't provoke it."
You see that the Dredge i has Blitz grappled in its fleshing tendrils. It snarls and backs up into the burning building.
Blitz looks at Robert. "What is wrong with you?!"
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The house is set on fire, a comforting fire that you think burns the creature. Suddenly the house shakes violently, The huge mass of flesh rushes out and ensnares you.
(Grapple) 13
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*AH CRAP*
(Contest) 19
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"My job was mostly keeping the rabble entertained so that they didn't bother the mindless whales that waddle in, lured by the lights, smells, and promise of high-class entertainment."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Hm, who to?" She askes
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Blitz nods. "Fascinating."
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"Ares. My adopted son."
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you successfully grab it
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Blitz is now Grappled.
Blitz find himself entangled in a mass of violently twitching flesh that slithers over him like worms. The wide open mouth snarls and stares at him like the gaping abyss.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"What the...." Blitz tries to grab a syringe from his bag.
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Zdzislaw shakes his head. "You can't just destroy things you don't understand. It seems to be acting defensively. It shouldn't be too much of a problem if we don't provoke it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Ah. I do think i know him a bit" she said
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Like I said, I got better."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Too late. Couple posts up*
Blitz shrugs.
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"Thats good."
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You find you can't move at all, your arms are being bound to your sides by the warm, disgusting smelling flesh. It seems to move quickly towards the burning building.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Theren nods and then wraps up the letter. He whistles and an owl flutters in, takes the letter, and flies out.
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Blitz struggles to get free. (Strength ig?) 11
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You see that the Dredge i has Blitz grappled in its fleshing tendrils. It snarls and backs up into the burning building.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Lore watches and smiles "pretty owl"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘