Iago sees a woman in gothic, bloodstained clothes, curled up on the floor.
'You good there?'
The woman doesn't respond, and she's lying in a pool of dried blood. It seems she's been here a while
'Do you need help? Don't worry, we're here to kill the monster that brought you here'
*Iago is assuming that the Slink brought her here, this is not true*
Upon closer inspection, her wounds are not bleeding, but neither are they healing. The stench of death is strong here, even over the chemicals
'I can get you out of here' Iago says to her, whilst bandaging her wounds
The woman is featherlight, much lighter than she should be. She starts to stir in your arms, despite the huge gaping wound that has been revealed on her chest. She shouldn't be alive, let alone able to wake, yet here she is, her eyes fluttering open
'What's your name? Once this is all over, we're getting you to safety. Don't die on me'
*Cut for Dutch* One of the Charlies steps inbetween the man, shielding him from the monster. The other two rush the Slink and tear into him with their bats, beating on it from two sides.
Iago sees a woman in gothic, bloodstained clothes, curled up on the floor.
'You good there?'
The woman doesn't respond, and she's lying in a pool of dried blood. It seems she's been here a while
'Do you need help? Don't worry, we're here to kill the monster that brought you here'
*Iago is assuming that the Slink brought her here, this is not true*
Upon closer inspection, her wounds are not bleeding, but neither are they healing. The stench of death is strong here, even over the chemicals
'I can get you out of here' Iago says to her, whilst bandaging her wounds
The woman is featherlight, much lighter than she should be. She starts to stir in your arms, despite the huge gaping wound that has been revealed on her chest. She shouldn't be alive, let alone able to wake, yet here she is, her eyes fluttering open
'What's your name? Once this is all over, we're getting you to safety. Don't die on me'
"Melissa. And it's a bit too late for that..."
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*Cut for Dutch* One of the Charlies steps inbetween the man, shielding him from the monster. The other two rush the Slink and tear into him with their bats, beating on it from two sides.
The Slink falls down, bloodied and presumably dead. The other man runs away, a look of terror in his eyes. 'You did good there. My gun jammed, that was all your work. You killed the Slink, my life's work. And I couldn't be happier for you'
Iago joins the Charlies on the lower floor with the vat, pulling a lever to empty the tank and drain away the evidence. In seconds, the body of the Slink has disappeared down into the pipes below. 'Well, we won't be seeing him again. Now, let's get out of here'
Iago sees a woman in gothic, bloodstained clothes, curled up on the floor.
'You good there?'
The woman doesn't respond, and she's lying in a pool of dried blood. It seems she's been here a while
'Do you need help? Don't worry, we're here to kill the monster that brought you here'
*Iago is assuming that the Slink brought her here, this is not true*
Upon closer inspection, her wounds are not bleeding, but neither are they healing. The stench of death is strong here, even over the chemicals
'I can get you out of here' Iago says to her, whilst bandaging her wounds
The woman is featherlight, much lighter than she should be. She starts to stir in your arms, despite the huge gaping wound that has been revealed on her chest. She shouldn't be alive, let alone able to wake, yet here she is, her eyes fluttering open
'What's your name? Once this is all over, we're getting you to safety. Don't die on me'
"Melissa. And it's a bit too late for that..."
'It's going to be ok.' Iago picks Melissa up, beginning to carry her to the exit
Melissa lets Iago carry her out, but she starts to say "I'm alright. I'm already dead."
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*Cut for Dutch* One of the Charlies steps inbetween the man, shielding him from the monster. The other two rush the Slink and tear into him with their bats, beating on it from two sides.
The Slink falls down, bloodied and presumably dead. The other man runs away, a look of terror in his eyes. 'You did good there. My gun jammed, that was all your work. You killed the Slink, my life's work. And I couldn't be happier for you'
Iago joins the Charlies on the lower floor with the vat, pulling a lever to empty the tank and drain away the evidence. In seconds, the body of the Slink has disappeared down into the pipes below. 'Well, we won't be seeing him again. Now, let's get out of here'
*No dropped Artefacts?* He watches the monster get flushed, “You shot at him too, dude. I didn’t stand alone.” All four Charlies walk so close that you’d think they’d crash into each other but instead they merge together becoming one. Roadkill Charlie’s hair is no longer pink though, it is bleached blonde.
Melissa lets Iago carry her out, but she starts to say "I'm alright. I'm already dead."
'Already dead? Interesting...'
"...you're not surprised? You'd think someone saying something like that would raise some concerns..."
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*Cut for Dutch* One of the Charlies steps inbetween the man, shielding him from the monster. The other two rush the Slink and tear into him with their bats, beating on it from two sides.
The Slink falls down, bloodied and presumably dead. The other man runs away, a look of terror in his eyes. 'You did good there. My gun jammed, that was all your work. You killed the Slink, my life's work. And I couldn't be happier for you'
Iago joins the Charlies on the lower floor with the vat, pulling a lever to empty the tank and drain away the evidence. In seconds, the body of the Slink has disappeared down into the pipes below. 'Well, we won't be seeing him again. Now, let's get out of here'
*No dropped Artefacts?* He watches the monster get flushed, “You shot at him too, dude. I didn’t stand alone.” All four Charlies walk so close that you’d think they’d crash into each other but instead they merge together becoming one. Roadkill Charlie’s hair is no longer pink though, it is bleached blonde.
*hah, nope*
'Nice new hairstyle. I guess I'd better change my look too. After all, the Slink is dead, my hunting days are over. I won't be needing this anymore'
Iago, for the first time since he has met anyone in Balios, begins to unzip his protective suit. Underneath is a crisp white tuxedo. And underneath the bulky visor, Charlie can now see the face of a normal-looking man, maybe in his early thirties, though it is difficult to tell. His dark hair is well-combed, and his stubble is shaved into a meticulous goatee beard. From his features, one might guess he was Italian-American, though again, it is difficult to tell. From the pocket of his jacket, he produces a pair of red aviators, putting them onto his face. 'You did good there, yes. Exactly what I could have wanted. And no, my gun jammed. It was all down to you'
Melissa lets Iago carry her out, but she starts to say "I'm alright. I'm already dead."
'Already dead? Interesting...'
"...you're not surprised? You'd think someone saying something like that would raise some concerns..."
'Not much surprises me anymore. I've seen some things many men would regard as horrors'
"...huh..."
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Melissa lets Iago carry her out, but she starts to say "I'm alright. I'm already dead."
'Already dead? Interesting...'
"...you're not surprised? You'd think someone saying something like that would raise some concerns..."
'Not much surprises me anymore. I've seen some things many men would regard as horrors'
"...huh..."
'I'm a monster hunter. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. I only hunt those that... I don't like'
"Thank you. Although it's not much of a secret..."
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Melissa lets Iago carry her out, but she starts to say "I'm alright. I'm already dead."
'Already dead? Interesting...'
"...you're not surprised? You'd think someone saying something like that would raise some concerns..."
'Not much surprises me anymore. I've seen some things many men would regard as horrors'
"...huh..."
'I'm a monster hunter. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. I only hunt those that... I don't like'
"Thank you. Although it's not much of a secret..."
'Do you have experience of Nightmares?'
"I'm sorry?"
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*Cut for Dutch* One of the Charlies steps inbetween the man, shielding him from the monster. The other two rush the Slink and tear into him with their bats, beating on it from two sides.
The Slink falls down, bloodied and presumably dead. The other man runs away, a look of terror in his eyes. 'You did good there. My gun jammed, that was all your work. You killed the Slink, my life's work. And I couldn't be happier for you'
Iago joins the Charlies on the lower floor with the vat, pulling a lever to empty the tank and drain away the evidence. In seconds, the body of the Slink has disappeared down into the pipes below. 'Well, we won't be seeing him again. Now, let's get out of here'
*No dropped Artefacts?* He watches the monster get flushed, “You shot at him too, dude. I didn’t stand alone.” All four Charlies walk so close that you’d think they’d crash into each other but instead they merge together becoming one. Roadkill Charlie’s hair is no longer pink though, it is bleached blonde.
*hah, nope*
'Nice new hairstyle. I guess I'd better change my look too. After all, the Slink is dead, my hunting days are over. I won't be needing this anymore'
Iago, for the first time since he has met anyone in Balios, begins to unzip his protective suit. Underneath is a crisp white tuxedo. And underneath the bulky visor, Charlie can now see the face of a normal-looking man, maybe in his early thirties, though it is difficult to tell. His dark hair is well-combed, and his stubble is shaved into a meticulous goatee beard. From his features, one might guess he was Italian-American, though again, it is difficult to tell. From the pocket of his jacket, he produces a pair of red aviators, putting them onto his face. 'You did good there, yes. Exactly what I could have wanted. And no, my gun jammed. It was all down to you'
*I see. Also the profile pic change was perfectly timed.* Roadkill Charlie stops and watches with narrowed eyes. “Your hunting days are over, huh? Sure looks like it. I guess the Slink is gone. Sure looks like that too.” He says in a strange tone.
Melissa lets Iago carry her out, but she starts to say "I'm alright. I'm already dead."
'Already dead? Interesting...'
"...you're not surprised? You'd think someone saying something like that would raise some concerns..."
'Not much surprises me anymore. I've seen some things many men would regard as horrors'
"...huh..."
'I'm a monster hunter. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. I only hunt those that... I don't like'
"Thank you. Although it's not much of a secret..."
'Do you have experience of Nightmares?'
"I'm sorry?"
'Beings made of darkness and fear and negative emotions'
"I'm not sure... I have been dead for 11 years."
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*Cut for Dutch* One of the Charlies steps inbetween the man, shielding him from the monster. The other two rush the Slink and tear into him with their bats, beating on it from two sides.
The Slink falls down, bloodied and presumably dead. The other man runs away, a look of terror in his eyes. 'You did good there. My gun jammed, that was all your work. You killed the Slink, my life's work. And I couldn't be happier for you'
Iago joins the Charlies on the lower floor with the vat, pulling a lever to empty the tank and drain away the evidence. In seconds, the body of the Slink has disappeared down into the pipes below. 'Well, we won't be seeing him again. Now, let's get out of here'
*No dropped Artefacts?* He watches the monster get flushed, “You shot at him too, dude. I didn’t stand alone.” All four Charlies walk so close that you’d think they’d crash into each other but instead they merge together becoming one. Roadkill Charlie’s hair is no longer pink though, it is bleached blonde.
*hah, nope*
'Nice new hairstyle. I guess I'd better change my look too. After all, the Slink is dead, my hunting days are over. I won't be needing this anymore'
Iago, for the first time since he has met anyone in Balios, begins to unzip his protective suit. Underneath is a crisp white tuxedo. And underneath the bulky visor, Charlie can now see the face of a normal-looking man, maybe in his early thirties, though it is difficult to tell. His dark hair is well-combed, and his stubble is shaved into a meticulous goatee beard. From his features, one might guess he was Italian-American, though again, it is difficult to tell. From the pocket of his jacket, he produces a pair of red aviators, putting them onto his face. 'You did good there, yes. Exactly what I could have wanted. And no, my gun jammed. It was all down to you'
*I see. Also the profile pic change was perfectly timed.* Roadkill Charlie stops and watches with narrowed eyes. “Your hunting days are over, huh? Sure looks like it. I guess the Slink is gone. Sure looks like that too.” He says in a strange tone.
*Totally not on purpose lol*
'Something the matter? You should be proud of yourself. In fact, how about a little celebration?' Iago hands Charlie a small white envelope containing an invitation to a party. 'You've earned it.'
'What's your name? Once this is all over, we're getting you to safety. Don't die on me'
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*Cut for Dutch*
One of the Charlies steps inbetween the man, shielding him from the monster. The other two rush the Slink and tear into him with their bats, beating on it from two sides.
"Melissa. And it's a bit too late for that..."
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The Slink falls down, bloodied and presumably dead. The other man runs away, a look of terror in his eyes. 'You did good there. My gun jammed, that was all your work. You killed the Slink, my life's work. And I couldn't be happier for you'
Iago joins the Charlies on the lower floor with the vat, pulling a lever to empty the tank and drain away the evidence. In seconds, the body of the Slink has disappeared down into the pipes below. 'Well, we won't be seeing him again. Now, let's get out of here'
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'It's going to be ok.' Iago picks Melissa up, beginning to carry her to the exit
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Melissa lets Iago carry her out, but she starts to say "I'm alright. I'm already dead."
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-Anders
'Already dead? Interesting...'
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*No dropped Artefacts?*
He watches the monster get flushed, “You shot at him too, dude. I didn’t stand alone.” All four Charlies walk so close that you’d think they’d crash into each other but instead they merge together becoming one. Roadkill Charlie’s hair is no longer pink though, it is bleached blonde.
"...you're not surprised? You'd think someone saying something like that would raise some concerns..."
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
*hah, nope*
'Nice new hairstyle. I guess I'd better change my look too. After all, the Slink is dead, my hunting days are over. I won't be needing this anymore'
Iago, for the first time since he has met anyone in Balios, begins to unzip his protective suit. Underneath is a crisp white tuxedo. And underneath the bulky visor, Charlie can now see the face of a normal-looking man, maybe in his early thirties, though it is difficult to tell. His dark hair is well-combed, and his stubble is shaved into a meticulous goatee beard. From his features, one might guess he was Italian-American, though again, it is difficult to tell. From the pocket of his jacket, he produces a pair of red aviators, putting them onto his face. 'You did good there, yes. Exactly what I could have wanted. And no, my gun jammed. It was all down to you'
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'Not much surprises me anymore. I've seen some things many men would regard as horrors'
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"...huh..."
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
'I'm a monster hunter. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. I only hunt those that... I don't like'
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"Thank you. Although it's not much of a secret..."
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-Anders
'Do you have experience of Nightmares?'
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"I'm sorry?"
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'Beings made of darkness and fear and negative emotions'
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*I see. Also the profile pic change was perfectly timed.*
Roadkill Charlie stops and watches with narrowed eyes. “Your hunting days are over, huh? Sure looks like it. I guess the Slink is gone. Sure looks like that too.” He says in a strange tone.
"I'm not sure... I have been dead for 11 years."
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
*Totally not on purpose lol*
'Something the matter? You should be proud of yourself. In fact, how about a little celebration?' Iago hands Charlie a small white envelope containing an invitation to a party. 'You've earned it.'
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