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[Armoured Priest]

'Oh, even better.' A voice commented. Burias smirked in agreement. He doubted causeing a scene would be a good idea and walks off to a side, trying to figure out a good way to 'talk' to them.

[Thugren]

the guards root through their pockets, they seem to not have money for drinks, one guard walks away, fumbling in his wallet for waht seems to be his credit chip

[Armoured Priest]

Little the guard have a little head start, he then goes to follow the guard walking away, hoping to catch this one alone somewhere, or alteast close to it.

[Thugren]

He walks into a side street , unzipping himself you can smell the strong scent of urine and the heat from it rises from the stone in a light mist.


You are alone in the street and just past the guard you can see a maintainer tool shed , no doubt where the electrician keeps watch over the area

[Armoured Priest]

'Wirklich? Sie schmutziges schwein.' he said to himself in disgust. He moves trying to keep in shadows and out of the shed's windows line of sight as he heads for the guard. He pulled out his trench knife, keeping the hardcase sheath on. After all, he doesn't want to kill him, not yet.

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 87 (87)

[Thugren]

The man is completely oblivious, scratching himself as he urinates

You get close enough to act and he doesn't notice you

[Armoured Priest]

Finally getting close enough, he goes to wrap his arm with the trench knife around the man's neck and to cover the guard's mouth with his free hand.

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 92 (92)

[Thugren]

The man slumps Ito your arm, his eyes filled with suprise and terror

" wha.. What..... Do you want."

[Armoured Priest]

"Oh, just a little information is all I ask." He whispered into his ear, keeping a hard grip on the man. "Kyle kangerston, what do you know?" He questioned the frighten guard.

[Thugren]

the man shakes hard. " hes...hes the head of the study division here...... Please dont kill me ill do anything you ask."

[Armoured Priest]

"I want to know where he lives, where and when he works, where's his office, come on now work with me." He told the guard, tightening his grip on his trench knife audibly, playing on his fear a little.

[Thugren]

"hes at work right now! he eworks eight hours and started two hours ago! his office is down the street !"

he points to an in conspicuous building with a wobbling hand

"dont kill me for the love of god i have a family.."

[Armoured Priest]

He looks down the street towards the building and then back toward his trembeling captive. With his free hand he goes to pull out the ghoulbone machete cain put his blood on. "Well then, you should have been with them instead of being at the bar." He told the man. He rams the ghoulbone into the base of the man's skull for the scarecrow effect

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 86 (86)

[Thugren]

The bone snaps and instantly the Ghoulbone begins its work .


The bone begins to grow and hemmoraged, ripping outward and digging into the mans spine.

Spines rip from his skin, sending arcs of loos into the air as his bones begin to hemmoraged and crack, the mans eyes are torn to shreds as the Ghoulbone consumed them , leaving the sockets filled with writhing Ghoulbone akin to maggots.

The man slumps to his knees as the Ghoulbone rips from the base of his spine and dogs into the floor, pinning him in his final rictus of pai. And horror

[Armoured Priest]

"Hm" he said, sheathing the regrowing ghoulbone back into its' sheath. He leaves the new scarecrow where it stands and now makes his way to the building pointed out earlier. "Head of study? I wonder if he has anything intersting on something portable?" He wondered to himself quietly.

[Thugren]

the facility is dark, but you can hear machines inside, you find a window and see that the facility is deep, a hive of stairs that spirals down into the bedrock.

[Armoured Priest]

He looks down through the window, surprised by what he saw. "Guess I need to go down." He said quietly to himself, wondering what all of this was for. He starts looking for a way in without needing to create too much noise.

[Thugren]

not far from your right you can see a maintenance shaft, its held closed by a rusted iron lock .

in the distance you hear sirens and the streets come alive as peacekeepers fly down the street in their patrol wagons

[Armoured Priest]

"Ficken." He swore. He sprints over to the maintence shaft, taking out his trench knife. He raised it over his head and strikes down with the brass knuckles onto the lock.

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 80 (80)

[Thugren]

The lock shatters under your fist and comes off.

The grate opens and you see a long drop with a basic maintainer ladder of iron rungs.

You hear the peace keepers getting closer