Roll 0022



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563-05-12
Night

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The Captain rushes out of the building, looking around and spotting four of the cultists grouping up. She rushes towards them while Kanas hunkers down inside and Diamond sprinkles the doorway with sulphur.

Langley and Maxim are already on their way, however, taking advantage of the cultist’s reloading effort to close the distance.

The rapier is the first to strike yet again, its fencer driving the steel through a cultist’s eye and mincing what’s behind it, while Maxim and the Captain each beat down a cultist of their own.

The final cultist manages to reload in time and fires his weapon, only for the bolt to be swatted aside by Sei’s reinforced arm. Realizing that the fight is lost, he flees.

Giving chase through the dark forest would most likely be a fruitless effort.



A couple minutes later, the bodies are all lined up in the clearing - three dead, and two hogtied captives.

Charlotte: ”I guess I was the bait.”

The detective frowns while looking at her torn coat, and then at Maxim and Langley’s weapons. The latter two carefully clean off their blades, undisturbed by the lives they just took.

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Langley Verwelume (TorrentHKU)
a past of peaceful days
So s gi e me r n

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You clean off your blade with a cloth - a weapon is only effective if maintained.

The blood doesn’t bother you, even if you’re not accustomed to killing.


This is justice.


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Sei (Areku)
accordant and pure
lis le s m sou

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Gabriel (CrazyMLC)
still is my hand
Solis uid m a

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You watch Langley and Maxim clean their bloody weapons, unfazed by the events that just occured.

One of the gifts of Solis, strengthening the will of those who fight in his name.

Clasping your hands together, you recite a short prayer to relax your own nerves, calming yourself down enough to look at the corpses without fear.

Three dead, with the Demon Eye still imprinted on their hands. All in the same place - perhaps they were all cursed in the same manner, somehow.


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Maxim Kapitanovich (TheKebbit)
my mind is at peace
Solis uar m i

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You clean the gore off of your knife - no good having it rust on you.

The blood doesn’t bother you. Same as gutting a fish, yes?


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Kanas Cole (Amazigh)
a past of peaceful days
o i g me stre g

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Diamond Zeal (Mackerel)
a past of peaceful days
So i g ve m st n

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