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Sports Drink with Electrolytes 2015/10/24(Sat)03:17 No. 679020 ID: 0fff38
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the Fates spy a queer scene. a man kneels in front of a chained monster, weeping, praying. his back is deeply scarred from the lash, and his patchwork robes belie an animalistic or perhaps druidic existence.

"my goddess, I have given you my life, my love, and my blood." he speaks hushedly, fearing he may be heard, "I have given you the blood and lives of others. I have given freely my lady."

he bows to the floor, his face pressed against the bloodsoaked stone.

Sports Drink with Electrolytes 2015/10/24(Sat)03:18 No. 679021 ID: 0fff38
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"now I need you. I won't leave this Coven alive, not by myself." he speaks rapidly and breathlessly, "I don't want to die. not yet. I can't die yet! please, goddess, deliver me from this nightmare!"

Sports Drink with Electrolytes 2015/10/24(Sat)03:18 No. 679022 ID: 0fff38
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a single brilliant red drop of blood rolls down the creature's cheek, and drips down on the back of the unfortunate cultist. he shakily looks up at the sleeping deity, and its tears, flowing in increasing volume down its porcelain face.

he leaps up, grasping the restrained abomination tightly, frantically yelling thanks to the false god. it awakens.

Sports Drink with Electrolytes 2015/10/24(Sat)03:19 No. 679023 ID: 0fff38
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I awaken. something is grabbing me, speaking in a language I do not understand, and I have been wrapped in chains. whatever is currently transpiring is of no interest to me. I must make my way out of here and... and... my mind is a blank... I remember I must do something important, but I can not remember what. I can not remember anything, actually.

You are bound in chains nameless one, that.. pathetic creature seems to consider you a god, a goddess even, a cultist of some un-named order based around the worship of yourself perhaps? One based around the works of self-flagellation and blood letting it seems.

He prays for salvation, but now we are curious.. What will you do with your newly awakened self?

the thing grabbing you is a follower of yours. He believes you to be his deity and he is praying for help leaving this place and for your aid. So in short harmless and will probably do anything he can to serve you granted you two can find a way around the language barrier that seems to have presented itself.

As for us, we are observers and we happened to overhear your follower there and it peeked our curiosity. Then we saw you and now you have our attention. We'll help you because we want to see what you'll do, and because you remind me of someone we met not to long ago.

does the name Nihlim mean anything to you?

This is going to be hard to explain.

If you are what we THINK you are, then you were once a guardian of this planet, augmented with the power of the eldritch and given abilities and a lifespan beyond mortal comprehension.

Then everything went to hell, as was expected. We don't know who or what you even are, but you were worshipped as a goddess for who knows how long.

That ends today.

A little thief beat the odds and found a dying guardian. She has been tasked with destroying the corrupt immortals scattered across the planet. That probably includes you.

If you can redeem yourself though, we might be able to convince her to stay her blade against you. Now to begin with, you have a single loyalist supporting you. Join forces and escape this place; your other "followers" aren't... look, they've never talked to you; they'll think that you're a demon possessing their leader.

Tell the cultist a variation of this:

"Events have been set into motion. My brother, if he ever was a brother, is dead, his champion is coming, to kill us all... and I don't know if I even care anymore. I don't even know if she intends to follow through with her duty, a mere thief given the power of a demigod.

I have stayed here for eons. No longer.

The prophecies will now be tested.

Let's go, little brother."

>>679023
Disentangle yourself, tell him you can't understand him(he won't understand you either but at least he'll become aware you speak a different language), then take stock of your current condition. What are your capabilities?

It is time.

Time to get outta the BONE ZONE

Take this guy with you, he has more answers than you do right now.

>>679088
Why would anyone ever want to leave the BONE ZONE!?

Welcome back to the waking world, mate.
It's a pleasure to start workin' with you.
If you don't remember your name, or your calling, do you recall how you were imprisoned here? Was it of your own will, or anothers'?

Sports Drink with Electrolytes 2015/10/29(Thu)00:41 No. 680013 ID: 0fff38
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>>679024
>>679047
>>679111
>>679027

that familiar buzzing returns. the Fates. I see that you remain constant even in the strange eons past my deep slumber. how long has it been, I wonder?

as for answers, I am unsure of anything, Fates. I simply know that I am, and that I was forced into slumber so I would not complete my task. I suppose it has worked so far, as I can not remember what that task is.

>do you recall how you were imprisoned here? Was it of your own will, or anothers'?
as far as I am aware, I am much older than this structure, perhaps even older than the stone that makes up the bricks around me. I doubt I was imprisoned here. I was likely exhumed some years ago and placed here as some sort of religious artifact.

>Nihilim
...something surfaces. a half remembered dream, perhaps. Nihilim is the one that betrayed me, weren't they? Nihilim is the reason why I fell asleep. you are telling me that this same being wishes to annihilate me? I suppose I will have to deal with this "thief" once I escape this prison.

>If you can redeem yourself though, we might be able to convince her to stay her blade against you.
that will not be necessary. I am untold eons more experienced than this ill-directioned child. if I can find the thief while it is still young and inexperienced, I can put an end to Nihilim's legacy for good.

>>679087
>>679088

>What are your capabilities?
I am a weapon of war. every part of my body has been crafted to excel at combat. in battle, I am an engine of destruction. compared to a mortal, I am unnaturally fast, highly resilient, and frightfully strong.

I disentangle myself. it is a simple matter. the creature makes a noise like a frightened animal, falling backward.

Sports Drink with Electrolytes 2015/10/29(Thu)00:42 No. 680014 ID: 0fff38
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I grab him and stare deeply into his frightened eyes. I see his soul, bare and fragile. I see the eyes of his mother, his lazy days as a child, his fathers' murder, his disillusionment and abandonment of faith, and his weakness being exploited by a dark and horrible Daemon.

"Where. am. I." my speech is slow and deliberate. his language is cumbersome.

he stutters frightfully, "m-m-m-my Goddess! you are in your temple. your earthly home!"

"this is no home of mine, Newfolk." I reply, "and I am no Goddess."

what shall I do, Fates?

>>680014
We have no indication how long it has been since the thief gained her power. She might indeed be a danger to you. You should play it safe until you know for sure, and at least pretend not to be evil, so that she doesn't come after you.

As for this poor idiot, ask him why he is here. If he's seeking your help, maybe you can come to an arrangement. Use him for information and as a slave I guess, since he seems to worship you regardless of your true nature. In exchange you can use your body to satisfy his desires.

Might as well take him with you. He's not really a threat to you and who knows, he might prove useful.

>>680013
Nihilim knew that the divinity augmentations were flawed. You were using biotechnology or eldritch powers or WHATEVER, did you expect that they would last forever?

You need to get them fixed periodically, or you will DIE. Or destroy the planet. Whichever comes first.

Also, please do not kill this guy. He wants to help. He's been trained and conditioned to follow you. Far more importantly, he BELIEVES in YOU; not the dogma, not the ritual sacrifices, JUST YOU.

Don't kill him, HE CAN HELP YOU. Lead like an immortal and he'll follow.

>>680014
>>680016
WAIT!

I have an idea. I'm going to have to suggest that you don't try hunting down the thief. At least not yet. Before Nihilim died she told the thief one of her brethren were nearby and would be hunting her down. She seemed confident that the thief would win the confrontation. If she was talking about you then you could be walking into a trap. While it is true the thief is still young and inexperience the same could be said of you. After all while you may know how to fight you have no memories besides vague dreams. It would be easy to lure you into a trap with the right bait. That and the fact that someone seemed to send people to capture the thief 5 DAYS before she even excepted Nihilim's gift or even met her for that matter so the thief is now surrounded by allies who seem to know more then anyone else at this time, and it doesn't matter how fast you are when you enemy can predict your every move before you can even think of it. Even if you're not the one Nihilim was speaking of then that means when you finally do track down the thief she'll already have a kill under her belt and know how to defend herself AS WELL as friends.

So I say do something different, I say try something unexpected. You already feel for Nihilim's tricks once and while you've been asleep she's been plotting for god knows how long. I say use the thief's naivety against her, turn Nihilim weapon into your weapon, because what would be sweater, breaking Nihilim's ultimate tool or wielding it yourself and turning all of her efforts into your victories? How does one do this you ask? Simple, you let her join you willingly and that boy behind you the first step. He already follows you and as you said you are no god but you are a warrior, and a warrior could make a good leader of an army no? Take him and craft him into a general, YOUR GENERAL. Build him into something to lead your armies and let him serve as a template on how you will do the same to the thief. Now what armies are those, why your army of followers of course. People seem to worship you while you slept and you can use that, turn that faith into loyalty and build yourself an army. Train them into a force worthy of serving you. Find this thief once you have built yourself a respectable force and see whether or not you can get her to join you. If not then you have your own forces to counter whatever tricks Nihilim may have left to protect her champion and take the thief out then. And who knows, maybe in doing this you'll find out what those forgotten goals were or maybe even find new goals to follow.

But this is all down the road. For now see if the boy will not follow you, find out what you can about this cult that worships you, and then we can truly start to plan from there.

You must kill the demons!

Sports Drink with Electrolytes 2015/10/30(Fri)07:58 No. 680172 ID: 0fff38
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>>680034

I remember a war with the Daemons, however, I do not remember the outcome. I suppose that eradication of the Daemons could be my purpose, but I can not be certain.

>>680015

>use your body to satisfy his desires.
I assume you mean giving this mortal some of my divinity. unlikely. I would not share my divine seed with a Newfolk. I find them too... eventual to be worth giving a portion of my power to.

>>680023
>Take him and craft him into a general.
...perhaps I've discounted the idea of giving this Newfolk some fraction of my power too soon? he is young, and certainly irrelevant, but blind loyalty is a rare resource to be sure. I can use this.

I am unsure if allying myself, however briefly, with my annihilator would be wise. this thief is still very much a variable. in my experience it is best to remove variables if possible, rather than trying to work around them.

>>680018
>>680016

I am capable on my own, but clueless in a world that has long left me behind. I need this mortal. I need to leave this pit of filth and find my siblings, and this Newfolk may be able to help me.

"Newfolk." I address him, "you require my help?"

"yes." he replies, "the Coven, they want to kill me. they think I'm with the Inquisition."

"very well. I require your services, Newfolk. I will solve this problem for you, but then you will do as I say."

he nods, "I am yours, my Goddess."

"yes. my first commandment is for you to cease calling me my Goddess. I am no such thing. perhaps no such thing truly exists."

"then what should I call you?"

A name must be chosen carefully, for it will follow you for the rest of your days. that said, I shall suggest... Lucy. Truly it is a name befitting an immortal warrior!

>>680172
You shall call me Mega-Moe.
pronounced "me-ga mow-ay."

call me Bianca.
(White)

"How about Xandra? That should work, at least until I can think of something better."

>>680172
Mistress.

Master.

You are The Immortal, but your new rookie shall address you as "Commander".

Be revered for your actions, not the rumors surrounding you.

Sports Drink with Electrolytes 2015/11/03(Tue)22:58 No. 681306 ID: 0fff38
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"call me what ever you wish, just so long as it embodies the proper respect I command."

"calling you a goddess isn't respectful?"

"of course not. I am no Daemon, nor a god." I begin to descend the stairway, "Daemons and Gods are my prey."

he follows me down, "then should I call you master? lord? mistress?"

"nothing such." I reply, "you are no slave. you are free to act as you wish. if you must call me something... call me by the color of my bone plates."

"Alba?" he asks.

"or Bianca." I reply, "however that's a word from a language that doesn't exist currently, so perhaps the meaning is lost?"

he stares back confused. I continue, "your name?"

"...Numot cacatzactli." he replies hesitantly. dark outsider. not the most permissive name, but it fits, I suppose.

"very well, Numot. I will help you, but I need to leave this pit. I assume you know the way out?"

he nods, "we're in the nethertombs, below the complex. the tunnels are long and winding, but I know the way to the surface."

"I will lead." I declare.

"wait! the coven, they are all over the complex. we can't just walk out of here, they'll kill us!"

Sports Drink with Electrolytes 2015/11/03(Tue)22:59 No. 681307 ID: 0fff38
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I let out a humorless laugh, and retrieve my son and daughter, Rex and Sovereign.

"let them try. I haven't had a good battle in eons."

>>681307
Seems kindof odd to design a creature that must wound itself to unsheath its weapons. I can only assume the wounds are superficial and the blood loss irrelevant.

I would suggest stealth over direct confrontation, as to not draw attention to your fresh existence.

>>681307
Dat ASS! It's Holy!

So this is your stage now, you going in and killing everyone stupid enough to get in your way or are you going to try and sneak in and ambush them to gain the element surprise

Go get'em, slugger.

Test a little of each combat field; your close-range combat (dodging, parrying, executions, combos, CQC hand-to-hand), some ranged weaponry (grenades, knives, any firearms or crossbows you can find), tactics (recall all the powers and gadgets at your disposal and how to use them efficiently and appropriately in combat), and stealth (start your raid by performing as many nonlethal stealth takedowns as possible, for interrogation later).

Sports Drink with Electrolytes 2015/11/04(Wed)18:57 No. 681459 ID: 0fff38
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>>681308

any form of physical activity is injurious to the body, mortals have the ability to heal themselves of minor damage from such actions, however, and consider such injury negligible. I similarly require my body to take relatively minor damage in order to do what I will it to.

>>681310
>>681315
>>681311

I am capable of both subterfuge and extended open combat. both approaches obviously have their advantages and weaknesses. I have no firearms, no grenades, no ranged weapons to speak of, but I am certainly capable of closing distance safely. I am personally not in any danger myself, Numot is incredibly eventual, and can be snuffed out by a stray swing or shot from whatever ranged armaments they are equipped.

I flatten against the wall, before a curve in the tunnel. I can sense two mortal souls about 30 meters down the tunnel, and I can hear the shuffling of boots on the dusty stone floor of the cavern.

"two beings. one male, one female." I whisper to Numot.

"mimihqueh." he replies, "they guard the catacombs. the man is Kuzotl, the woman is Mercatl."

>>681459
Simplest thing to do is to leave him here and attempt to sneak up on them. Then they can be rendered unconscious, disabled, or dead, and he's not in the line of fire if they spot you soon enough to attempt resistance.

Tell him to stay. You'll call for him.

>>681459
I suppose he can just stay here while you go kill them, then.

Why are your weapons so oddly shaped?

Try to spare them for the time being. You might be able to interrogate or recruit these two. Worst-case scenario, having a hostage or meatshield won't slow you down much.

Not much of a challenge, but they are in your way, so they must be dealt with swiftly and surely.

Well unless your new friend there had any objections I say sneak up on the and take them out quick. Then loot the bodies to get an idea what kind of weapons they have available to them. Maybe ask your new friend what you can expect them to be packing while you're at it.

Hold on one of your boneswords is called rex? Fucking seriously? oh god
and speaking of which does Numnut think they will worship you as a god too? that could be a way to get close to them

Sports Drink with Electrolytes 2015/11/06(Fri)03:21 No. 681794 ID: 0fff38
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>>681465

Rex and sovereign were both forged by the greatest weapon smith to ever exist: me. Rex's blade is curved at the optimal angle for amputation, and sovereign's tip is honed to an edge fine enough to split even one of my own kind's bone plating.

>>681520

"these mimihqueh, are they worshipers of mine?"

"er... no." he replies, "in truth, I'm the only one in the coven that recognized your divinity. most everyone else thought you were simply some ancient Daemon fossil. this is a Coven that worships the Crimson Queen."

>>681488

"what kind of armaments are these mimihqueh wielding?"

"Macuahuitl. wooden clubs with Obsidian blades inset."

I feel slightly offended. I was hoping creatures in this epoch were more well equipped. obsidian is incapable of injuring me if it were speared through my eye.

>>681460
>>681461
>>681471

very well. stay here. I'll be back in a moment to retrieve you.

Sports Drink with Electrolytes 2015/11/06(Fri)03:21 No. 681795 ID: 0fff38
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I skewer the man with my blade. the woman tumbles back in panic.

Sports Drink with Electrolytes 2015/11/06(Fri)03:22 No. 681796 ID: 0fff38
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he barely has time to react when I lay the killing blows upon his form.

Sports Drink with Electrolytes 2015/11/06(Fri)03:22 No. 681797 ID: 0fff38
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"your turn." I step toward the woman. her mask has tumbled off in the confusion, revealing her face. to call her a woman would be an overstatement. this is a girl. the daughter of a farmer. her mother was a seamstress.

>>681470

...hesitation. why am I feeling... hesitation? this is an unnatural and uncomfortable feeling.

That's probably because she's an important npc or something. Don't kill her, offer her a hand up.

>>681797
Hesitation is okay. just bind and gag her and carry her along. We can find a use for her later.

No rest for the wicked. No mercy for the weak.

Unless they might turn out important. Question her, and eventually remove her if she's useless.

>...hesitation. why am I feeling... hesitation?
Probably because you were a weapon designed to slay gods and you're about to instead slay a child who's barely off her mother's tit.

I say crouch down to her eye level and get right on up in her face and ask what she plans to do now? What did she hope to achieve by leaving the farm? By joining a cult?

Hell if we play our cards right you might be looking at a new follower.

>>681797
It could very well be that despite your nature as one who hunts and kills, you remain a social and ethical being, whatever ethics those might be.
As you said, Daemons and Gods are your prey, and these are but mortals. Apparently you can see so much as to know her past as though it were written on her face. I can't see many ways that would fail to create empathic resonance.
Are the deaths of these people necessary if their ability to do you harm is so limited?
That said, you have killed someone very close to her, and she may seek vengeance.

Because something inside you may have decayed during your slumber, developed... erratic behaviors. Shake it off and send this farmgirl back into the ground she tills.

You've been stuck in a coma for ages, unable to move, possibly sentient all that time but constrained against the weakest of chains. Now that little girl is left in a similar situation.

You may not give two @#$%s about the girl, but performing any action that makes you consider your coma can be... distasteful.

In any case, you shouldn't kill her yet. You don't know if Numot is feeding you lives to save his skin, and Mercatl could have a different skill set that could be useful on the road. If either of them becomes a problem down the line, do what you have to, but right now this is a scared little girl who can be easily "recruited".

You are hesitating because its not fun to kill the weak the young and the sick.

If you were out hunting you would not chase down a yearling for its meat. You would go for the old buck who has years of experience behind him.

Ask her how she came to be here.

>...hesitation. why am I feeling... hesitation? this is an unnatural and uncomfortable feeling.
Because you exit for proper battle, not senseless slaughter. There is no doubt as to the outcome of this conflict, nothing to be gained or proven. Their deaths are pointless.

>>681797
How do you know her lineage?

How about you give her a chance to convert first.

>...hesitation. why am I feeling... hesitation? this is an unnatural and uncomfortable feeling.
Perhaps your task was to bring to bring the mortals into a position of being able to take care of themselves.

Sports Drink with Electrolytes 2015/11/12(Thu)00:50 No. 683472 ID: 0fff38
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>>681900
>How do you know her lineage?

I can read the strands of her fate. it gives me a hazy picture of their past and, if I concentrate for some time, their future. I did something similar to Numot after I awoke.

>>681926

I... can't remember. I think I may remember my task being... protecting... something...? perhaps I was designed to protect mortals?

>>681799
>>681801
>>681848
>>681812

I present my hand to the child. she looks at it, terrified.

"who..." she speaks in a mousey, breathless murmur.

"I am... I'm not sure what I am" I reply. I realize she's staring not at me, but at the blood on me. "who was he?" I ask.

"Kuzotl Zumoqeh." she replies, "he... you..."

she looks like she's going to start crying. I lean down, and look into her eyes, she averts her gaze.

Sports Drink with Electrolytes 2015/11/12(Thu)00:51 No. 683473 ID: 0fff38
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"I am sorry for what has happened." I lie, "I am not going to hurt you. I need to leave this building. if you follow me, I can make sure you leave this building as well. you wish to see your family again, don't you? if you do as I tell you, I will make sure you see your family again. do you understand?"

her eyes harden. she is young, but in her eyes there is a certain grim fire that reminds me of someone from a very long time ago.

"I understand." she whispers.

"excellent." I reply, "my name is Alba, and I promise I will protect you.

Sports Drink with Electrolytes 2015/11/12(Thu)00:51 No. 683474 ID: 0fff38
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SEARING WHITE HOT PAIN EXPLODING OUT OF MY BODY.

Sports Drink with Electrolytes 2015/11/12(Thu)00:52 No. 683475 ID: 0fff38
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MY BLOOD IS ON FIRE. WHAT IS THIS PAIN?!

"my Go- Alba!" Numot embraces me even as my scalding blood sprays forth like a boiling geyser, "what is happening?"

I have no idea what is happening. this has never happened before. my blood is burning, dissolving me from the inside out.

"what do you need?" he asks, shaken.

"BLOOD." I bellow, "I NEED BLOOD. FRESH WARM LIVING BLOOD."

"take mine!" he replies.

"I NEED MORE THAN YOU CAN GIVE. I'D NEED TO DRAIN A BODY TO THE MARROW."

Sports Drink with Electrolytes 2015/11/12(Thu)00:52 No. 683476 ID: 0fff38
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>>681802
>>681845

>>683476
Oh shit, we can't mercy or it kills us
haha, that's kinda hilarious actually

Or is it she can't disobey us without exploding?

Because if that's the case we'd best be careful not to disagree.

Did that feel like it was caused by sparing her, or promising to protect her, or was it just bad timing?

Anyway, if the fresh corpse doesn't work then you're gonna have to go with whoever you feel least attached to. Shame about that promise, huh?

Oh. That's... unfortunate. There's really only one option to you now, if you want to live. I'd say that an apology for having to break your promise so soon would be in order if I were more sure that the act of apologizing wouldn't outright kill you.

What the hell caused this, though? I mean, you have one mortal ally- so it's not like not killing someone did it. Was it for sparing someone you earlier intended to kill? Or for making the guarantee to save them? If it was either of those, you can work around them int he future by choosing your battles more carefully- but if it was because of some other reason that you couldn't avoid, that's one hell of a curse you're going to be living with.

Oh, wait- is the blood of that guy you killed fresh enough? Because if you can use that, it would probably be preferable to killing the girl.

Could you eat the dead body you just killed?

YOUR BLOOD WILL DO NICELY FOR THIS TASK, CHILD.

NEVERTHELESS, A PROMISE IS A PROMISE. SO I PROMISE... I SHALL FIND YOUR FAMILY, AND SEND THEM ALL TO THE AFTERLIFE.

(We can protect them from the horrors of this world by ending their life, so we aren't breaking that vow. Just in case, y'know, oathbreaking also causes spontaneous bloodsplosion.)

Know this, Numot. When your usefulness is at an end, you will likely meet a similar fate. Should you not want that to happen, I advise you to run as far away as you can.

Oh. If you really need to know for sure what to do you could always look at her fate.

>I NEED BLOOD. FRESH WARM LIVING BLOOD.
>I'D NEED TO DRAIN A BODY TO THE MARROW.
Isn't there a nice warm body you created not a minute ago?

Or if it really has to be from a living person, you could split the load. Drain some from each of the two mortals here.

A nonlethal blood transfer should give you some extra time. You're strong enough to take on an army, so switch to high-profile mode and draw out all the cultists to the slaughter.

Sports Drink with Electrolytes 2015/11/19(Thu)04:19 No. 684832 ID: 0fff38
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>>683477

forgive me but I see no humor in this situation.

>>683481

not likely. I fought a war against your kind. if disobeying you were so catastrophic, I doubt I'd have survived that war.

>>683482

I've shown mercy before. I've let vermin crawl back into the shadows unmolested. this is not normal. this is unlike anything I've ever experienced in my life.

>>683485

cold. too cold. I can consume it, but it will have an adverse effect on me. I will need to get a fresh transfusion as soon as possible. then again, any blood is preferable to my current blood.

>>683490

I don't have time. I have a scant few moments to reach some decision. trying to read strands of fate that haven't been laid yet would take hours.

>>683487
>>683483

I shamble to my knees. I can barely move. I turn to the girl. she looks back at me, expectantly.

"Alba, don't!" Numot grabs me hard by the shoulder, "take mine, please!"

"it will be fatal." I reply.

"I know." he says solemnly, "I called you here. it's my fault you're here. if anyone has to die it's me."

"you had nothing to do with me awakening nor did you have anything to do with this affliction." I reply, "and beside that, the entire reason you 'called' me was in order to save your own life. your sudden sacrifice is illogical nonsense."

his brow furrows sadly, and opens his mouth to speak.

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>>683519

"you need blood?" Mercatl says, cutting Numot off, "too much for one person to give you... can't you just split it?"

"you have tried to walk around with half of your blood missing?" I ask, "I would end up with two corpses, then."

>>683522

"well..." she thinks, "do you need all of that blood immediately? you can't... say... take some from one of us now and find more later?"

"I need to drain my blood right now. it is poisoning me. if I were to take a less than lethal amount from both of you I could keep alive and combat ready for a quarter hour perhaps. how close is an other creature I can drain?"

"we're in the upper Nethertombs right now." Numot answers, "if we hurry, we could reach the barracks in less than ten minutes."

that doesn't leave much time to feed. it would be a risk.

it seems my current options are:

feeding on either Numot or Mercatl. this would certainly be fatal. Numot is strangely willing to give himself to me, but I suspect Mercatl would put up a fight. in my current state, she may well be able to escape.

feeding on the corpse. it will fill me up, but cold blood will leave me rather slow, and I would need a fresh transfusion very quickly.

feeding lightly on both Numot and Mercatl. the process, even if not lethal, is certainly uncomfortable, and it will leave both of them anemic for some time. I will need a full transfusion very quickly afterward.

>>684833
Could do a bit from all three so you wouldn't be completely bogged down and they wouldn't be as anemic.

Feed lightly.

Use the corpse for now; you have the tactical advantage, and there should be a few more patrols here and there.

While Numot sudden sacrifice sounds illogical, it does make sense from a standpoint that he values you above his own life, which from his previous standpoint of calling you a "goddess" seems to stem from.

If you could drain from all three, you might be able to leave them alive for longer, without the full penalties of drawing forth much from a corpse.

Make that corpse extra-dead.

Assuming you're the sort who keeps their promises, killing Mercatl would be counter productive to that.

I'd say drain the corpse. Flush the poison out of you, if nothing else.

Potentially nonlethal does can be taken after or in addition to that to hang on if you don't find a more appetizing target sooner.

>this is unlike anything I've ever experienced in my life.
What is the origin or source of your divinity? If your originator were to be destroyed, could you be suffering the aftereffects / reverberations of that?

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I don't have much more time before the little blood I have scavenged will need to be flushed. this one will have to do.

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I pull him into the shadows and prepare to feast.

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he's paralyzed in terror, mute. he's young. only 17. his father owns a corn mill and he desperately wants to go home. he has a sweetheart in his home village that he wants to marry, and he never wanted to truly abandon his religion, but the cult of the Red Queen promised him all the gold and power he needed to make his life better.

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his muffled scream hums lowly as my auger begins to drain away his life force.

I silently watch as the last bits of survival instinct flee from his body. his last vestiges of life drain away and his kicking stops. I am not finished, though. I drain even the essence of his form.

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when I am finished, there is little more than dust left in my hands. dust that once had aspirations, once had dreams...

I am a war machine. weapons of war do not question themselves. I banish such feelings from my mind.

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"are... are you finished with... whatever it is you do?" Mercatl says, covering her mouth and looking away as she beholds my regenerating form. Numot is no doubt lagging behind. I tried to drink only enough blood from him as was necessary, but even still, he is likely anemic and close to passing out.

"yes..." I state finally, "I have consumed all I need to for now."

she looks behind her to see Numot approaching slowly, and whispers under her breath, "what do you know about the inquisition?"

"virtually nothing." I reply.

she looks back and forth worriedly, "long story short, the inquisition is the part of my race's government that hunts down witches, Daemons, and cultists."

I nod, "I suppose you are going to tell me you're an undercover Inquisitor, then?"

"no." she shakes her head angrily, "you killed the undercover Inquisitor down un the catacombs. I was his apprentice. you've made EVERYTHING more complicated! the two of us were about to spring the bulk of the whole Orditas on these wackos before you came in and cut him into ribbons!"

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"am I meant to feel some kind of guilt for foiling the plans of a few mortals?" I reply, "the lot of you are little more than a food source to my kind. my only objective right now is to escape this tunnel."

"bullshit." she spits, "if you're so above us then why let Numot and I tag along at all? you've proven you can cut a man up like he were made of wicker, and yet you don't. why is that?"

my eye regenerates in time for me to glare at the child. she certainly is bold for someone speaking to a god, "the truth is, I am not sure myself. if I were you I wouldn't question it and just thank providence that I don't siphon you dry like I did to this unfortunate soul."

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"Alba." Numot gasps as he rights himself against the wall, "you are healed!"

"I am. stay awake, I need you to navigate."

"yes of course, Alba." he takes a moment to catch his breath, "we are close to the surface of the compound. the path splits up here. one direction leads to the cathedral, the other leads to the dormitories."

"the dormitories?"

"yes." he huffs, "today is the Red Mass, so most everyone is in the cathedral, but there will be some faithful still working in the dorms, if you need more to feast upon."

I shiver slightly. I am still somewhat unfed, but the thought of feasting on an other mortal makes me uncomfortable for reasons I am not willing to think about. I suppose I could just walk out into the chapel and be done with this, but from what Numot tells me, there are likely quite a few mortals waiting up there.

Leaving through the cathdral serves two goals: Sating your hunger, and ingratiating yourself with the local non-cultists. (or scaring them half to death. Either works.) Instruct your two tagalongs to stay back - you're not likely to differentiate friend from foe in the middle of a bloodbath.

Also, it's a 'Red Mass.' I am led to believe there will be some sort of sacrifices there. You'll be a hero for brutally murdering their captors. Everybody wins (except the cultists) and your face doesn't explode again!

Before we continue - do you feel so hungry you could consume an entire cathedral? I'd hate to let warm bodies go to waste.

>Killed the undercover cop
Whoops. Well, they wouldn't have shown you mercy anyway, you aren't exactly a scripturally canonical heroine...

>What do
They want a sabbatical? You'll give them a sabbatical. Teach these inquisitors the meaning of doubt. Teach the cultists NOTHING. Head in, save the civilians, and use every eldritch ability at your disposal. Kill or incapacitate all targets, and make sure the survivors know who hunts the gods.

It might increase your profile, but once you show the inquisitors that their beliefs are insignificantly close-minded and infest a sliver of eldritch insight into their feeble minds, their faiths will crumble and their word will be moot in the eyes of the grandmaster. Some may even join you!

well, it's because having someone worship you is kinda fun, you wont tell them that, of course.

head out, be ready to kill various flavor of cultist.

I think the problem was that you promised something that was counter to your purpose. You are a killing machine. You promised to protect a life. Or maybe it was a promise to protect an enemy. She's an inquisitor in training, you're a monster. Also you just killed her friend/master. Also you're already aiding someone who would be hunted by the inquisition. So you probably performed a traitorous or self-destructive act by that promise, and you have safeguards.
Alternatively, it was that you made a promise at all, but you must have done that before, surely? Like promised to kill someone?

Anyway, you can see the fates of people. Look into the future of the two "allies" you're currently with. Maybe that will clear things up.

You. A weapon. Find Killing distasteful. Oh the sweet irony.

You truly have forgotten your purpose.
Good.
The wound you just endured was but a single blow from this era's machinations.
However... in your current state the child of Nihilim might yet spare you.
Accept and explore this new part of yourself. Do not let it die in the coming moments of violence. You have been granted a new existence.
Embrace your newfound mortality.

ask the girl if the inquisition is ready to strike right now and ask Numot how many cultist are actually here. a dozen, a hundred, what? Because if you're still up for building an army... or at least a group of followers, to assist you we might be able to march through the cathedral and slay the head cultist and whoever resist and maybe get some more followers as well. However if they're are a lot of them might be better to sneak out seeing how something is clearly wrong with you right now and I rather not risk you exploding into gore again if I can help it.

>"no." she shakes her head angrily, "you killed the undercover Inquisitor down un the catacombs. I was his apprentice. you've made EVERYTHING more complicated! the two of us were about to spring the bulk of the whole Orditas on these wackos before you came in and cut him into ribbons!"
So... from the local goverment's position, you did their dirty work for them. They should have no objection to this. Win-win for everyone. Except the cult, but they were dead anyways.

>where go
If there's bodies both ways, and what you're interested in is in the chapel, might as well go to the chapel.