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[Armoured Priest]

He goes to try to catch up with the dealers, hoping it would not take long now. 'Deks....was that you?' he asked in his mind with a smile, quiet surprised to hear him act so giddy. He couldn't help but feel like he already understood Dekkanorus's excitment.

[Thugren]

The dealers stop and turn around looking at you.

" something we can help you with patna?"


A chubby man growls chewing on his cigar. 
Deals giggles, you humans are more like us ghouls than you'd like to admit."

[Armoured Priest]

'You might want to explain a little Deks.' He menatally asked the hydra, a little confused. "Willing to do a deal right now? Need bit of a fix." He asked the the man with the cigar. Would not be the first time he had to carry different disscusions at the same time.

[Thugren]

Desk falls silent as the man nods motioning to a private booth

" sure kid , what you looking for? Crack smack blow cocaine, ghouls dust bath salts I got it all"

[Armoured Priest]

"Risperdal, how much are you carrying?" he asked him. He scanned the room with his eyes, seeing how many men where with the one he suspects is the head guy of the group.

[Thugren]

The dealer smirks

" ahhhh the shit to calm the voices huh? Doin a little too much acid there champ?

He waves at two guards that close the booth behind him as he sits at a table.

" I got about 15 heavy doses... Enough to keep it down for a full year .. But it'll cost you.... How you wanna pay kid."

[Armoured Priest]

'Ok, three of them, Let us see how this goes.' a voice said as if shrugging itself. Without looking down, He moved his hands as if fishing out a wallet, but really tired to stealthfully grab the handles of his machetes. "Hm, their blood." he said. He pulls out his blades and goes for the two guards first, hoping to run the blades through the two guards.

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 96 (96)

[Thugren]

The attack is done with such speed that both end heads are sent flying. The dealer looks at you in horror as he stutters

Wha.... Wha... Why

[Armoured Priest]

"I think the better question is why not." he said to the dealer in almost a gleeful tone. "Risperdal, all of it, on the table, now." he said to the man as he pointed at the table with one of his machetes, in a more serious tone.

Intimidate

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 83 (83)

[Thugren]

The man shakes, his hands fumbling As he moves a suitcase on the table.

" all the doses... Please for the love of god don't kill me!"

[Armoured Priest]

He looks at the suitcase and then back to the remaining dealer. "Now, you are going to leave this establishment quietly and calmly. Not disturbing the lovely workers and their patrons." he said. He then thrusts out and grabs the man's neck. "Do we understand?" he added, staring down at him through the reaper mask.

Intimidate.

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 90 (90)

[Thugren]

He nods*

Anything you say man... Ill leave without a peep... Just don't kill me.."

[Armoured Priest]

"Good." he lets go of his neck. "Now go, and if I hear anything other than what we agreed, I am not going to be so polite next time." He said as he opened the suitcase with one hand, holding one of his machete's in the other. He let the dealer go out first, grabbing the respirdal, the only thing he needed.

[Thugren]

You manage to shove the man out and he runs out into the club.

You hear a loud snap and a terrified scream and the lights in the club dim

[Armoured Priest]

Burias sighed after the snap and dimming lights. "...Of course." he said under his breath, realizing things were going his way a little too much. He peeks out of the booth to see if he could see any clue as to what the hell is going on now.

[Thugren]

patrons run around screaming, their eyes bleeding as if some horrendous force is compressing their skulls inward like tin cans.


You see a figure down the hall, a familiar horrific smirk spreads across its lips as you hear...

"hello again...Uncle.."

[Armoured Priest]

He stared down the hall with wide eyes. "Well,bumsen Sie mich zu den Rissen." he said to himself. He quickly puts the suitcase back onto the table in the booth and opened it, hoping the respirdal is ready to go already.

[Thugren]

the lighs in the hall die so that the only thing you can see are glowing eyes.


patrons run out screaming, only to be flung back with impossible force into the walls. They slam like broekn marionettes to the sloor, bright red bloodstains following them as they slide down into the ground.

[Armoured Priest]

"I guess I am just going to have to give up trying to go to nice places, ja?" He said to himself as he light a small flame in one hand so he could see. He grabbed one of the respirdal injection vials from the suitcase and turned back to Jacob. "Now....how to do this without dying." He said under his breath.

[Thugren]

As you advance Jacobs eyes consider you, but instantly they soften.


" hallo uncle... What are you doing here at the playground?"