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>>47593539
Gaft mutters something under his breath. It's clear that Wren is not one of his favorite person. You narrow your eyes at him and he shuts up and presses his cloth closer to his face.

"With or without you," Amelia says. "I'm going to help my countrymen."

"You should be focused on helping the world." Gaft says.

"I will kick you myself if you keep talking old man." Amelia snaps.

> We need to help Genesis, let's go to Naahma.
> Let's end this. We'll do a run at OLYMPUS.
> Ray's right, we should set up an ambush to rescue Wren.

>>47593565
>> Ray's right, we should set up an ambush to rescue Wren.

>>47593565
> Ray's right, we should set up an ambush to rescue Wren.

>>47593565
Geez, tough call.
>Ray's right, we should set up an ambush to rescue Wren.

I don't want to let Genesis suffer, but if they get Wren then their biggest roadblock to OLYMPUS is out of the way. Shutting them out there gives us the most options going forward.

>>47593605
>>47594080
>>47594136

You shake your head. "We can't let them get to OLYMPUS." You look at the others. You aren't exactly sure who knows what about Joy-In-Time, and that goes double for Ray's 'brothers and sister,' so...a little caution might be prudent. "If they manage to awaken the Joy-In-Heart that's in stasis there...it would be bad."

"She was thought to be one of the most dangerous and powerful of her kind...before the end." Gaft says.

"Also," You say. "I owe Wren. I would have died without her help. A convoy of a few people will be easier to attack than their entire army of Servants."

Pytor nods. He at least agrees with that part.

"Alright," Amelia says. "Then...can I at least take the bike, so I can go to Naahma?"

> Actually Amelia, I need you to stay with us.
> Go ahead. Good luck.
> Take the other Confessors with you. Me, Pytor, Ray, Gaft and Musor can handle things.

>>47594255
> Take the other Confessors with you. Me, Pytor, Ray, Gaft and Musor can handle things.

>>47594255
>Go ahead. Good Luck.
Good hunting, Amelia o7

>>47594255
>> Go ahead. Good luck.
>> Take the other Confessors with you. Me, Pytor, Ray, Gaft and Musor can handle things.

>>47594255
>Go ahead. Good Luck.
"You're not allowed to die. That's an order."

>>47594279
>>47594900

>>47594285
>>47595137

Bit of a tie, roll for it or more votes?

>>47595269
Roll it

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>47595332
1= Amelia goes solo
2= Zealots back her up

>>47595380
"Take the Confessors. If the PoJ get Embers and Ruin, then it's pointless if we rescue Wren." You say.

"Thank you." Amelia says. "Are you fine with that?" She asks the Confessors.

The zealots are perfectly fine, and they're also not surprised in the least that Ray wants to stay with you.

"Can you shoot a gun?" You ask Gaft.

He nods. "I have survived out here for long enough to learn."

The Confessors leave Ray some extra ammo, and one of the rifles for Gaft.

"Now, you aren't allowed to die Amelia." You say. "Got it?"

"Yes, savior-angel." Amelia says with a smirk. "Good luck."

"Don't call me that...and good luck to you as well."

They take off in the Confessor's jeep.

"Alright," Pytor has a map out and has circled three places. "This is where they have to enter the valley. There's nothing that makes one entrance better than the other.

"We have a day, maybe, so we can set mines, traps, and make a solid ambush." Ray says.

"The question is, do we gamble with just trapping one entrance, or do we split our supplies and forces on all three?" You say.

"We've only got so much, so it's the difference between totally crippling them, and maybe stopping their convoy for a moment." Pytor says.

"I can scout ahead." Ray says. "Keep watch, tell you where they're heading."

"That takes you out of the fight, and if they spot you, you'll be in trouble, and they'll know we're waiting." Pytor says.

"Not if Lupa comes with me." Ray says. "But you're not wrong...could we block the other two entrances?"

"Yes, but there's no way they wont realize that they're walking into a trap then." Pytor says.

> Let's split up between the three entrances, cover all bases.
> We should take a gamble and go with the most likely one.
> Ray and I will scout ahead, it's a little risky, but worth it.
> Block off the other two entrances. It wont matter if they know they're walking into a trap if we hit them hard enough.

>>47595698
>> Ray and I will scout ahead, it's a little risky, but worth it.
> Block off the other two entrances. It wont matter if they know they're walking into a trap if we hit them hard enough.

>>47595698
>> Ray and I will scout ahead, it's a little risky, but worth it.

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>>47595760
>>47595764

"We'll scout ahead. See which way they're coming." You say.

"Alright, take the bike." Pytor says and he hands you a walkie-talkie. "Get moving."

Ray is mercifully quiet as the pair of you ride out through the pass, and up towards the river that divides the ruins from the valley. You stash the bike behind some garbage, and pile it up over it.

While you're doing that, Ray does his best with scrub and rocks to make a hunter's blind. It's serviceable, but it's one of those hard balances between providing effective concealment, and giving you enough of a viewpoint so you can see. The fact that there's not much out here but scrub, junk, and rocks isn't helpful either.

Still you have time, and you manage as best you can.

The pair of you hunker down to wait. You know that Pytor is waiting to hear from you, and probably making more of his homemade explosive traps.

You hope Amelia and the others are doing okay.

Ray is being awfully quiet. You smile, you like him when he's like this. Calm, sure, and his eyes are...well you like looking at his eyes when he's using them properly. It's weird. You're weird...he's weird...ugh. You're being stupid.

God, this is boring, and you're starting to get tired.

> Roll 1d20

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>47596317

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>47596317

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>47596317
HWG

>>47596408
You manage to stay awake...mostly...alright, you may have taken about five minutes to rest your eyes, but you know damn well that Ray did too. Anyway, the important part is that you're awake when it's pre-dawn, that's when you see the lights approaching.

"Two jeeps, and an armored car. Looks like a preserved relic." He says.

"Any idea as to where?" You ask.

"Not...yet...have to wait and see if they're going to go over the bluffs, or down into the gully." Ray says.

"Can they see us?" You say.

"It's a bit dark...but getting lighter quickly. We should be alright, as long as we don't move." Ray says. "What I'm worried about is getting back to Pytor from here."

It's tense moment. You see the lights descend down, along the cliff side and head into the canyon that's on the other side of the river.

"Call Pytor. Tell him they're taking the Eastern Entrance." Ray says.

You do, and Pytor confirms it.

Now you have to figure out how to get back.

> Take the Bike and use one of the other trails. The PoJ might see you two.
> Wind-Walk yourself back to the ambush, you'll be leaving Ray to take the bike back but you'll make it. No problem.
> Try to Wind-Walk with Ray. It's dangerous, and you'll be ditching the bike, but you'll both get back without problems.

>>47596625
> Wind-Walk yourself back to the ambush, you'll be leaving Ray to take the bike back but you'll make it. No problem.
"Ray find a place to snipe from. You're better off fighting from a far. Take out their tires if they try to run."
Hug him then go.

>>47596625
>> Wind-Walk yourself back to the ambush, you'll be leaving Ray to take the bike back but you'll make it. No problem.
If he can he could move after them and hit them in the back when the ambush starts

>>47596625
> Wind-Walk yourself back to the ambush, you'll be leaving Ray to take the bike back but you'll make it. No problem.

>>47596761
>>47596718
>>47596711

"Ray, I'm going to take off." You say. "Take the bike, and head back once the shooting starts, and snipe them from behind."

Ray nods. "Alright." He takes your hand and squeezes it. "Be careful. No mercy."

"Little bloodthirsty from you." You say. "I'm the heartless killer."

"They tried to kill my family." Ray says. "They've killed innocent people in Genesis. Fuck 'em."

You smile and give Ray a peck on the cheek. "Don't die."

You touch Zephyr's bracelet and concentrate.

DC: 12
> Roll 1d20

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>47596902
Is it just me or are we rubbing off on each other?

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>47596902
HWG

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>47596902
For Mother!

>>47596991
You focus and drift away on the breeze. It's a lot faster that inside a stuffy building. You soar over the canyon walls, and see the Genesis/Confessor valley, and all the fires that dot it.

You think you almost see the glittering, irradiated glass that surrounds OLYMPUS too.

You feel a little pressure at the back of your mind. Civility, Meadows, and Zephyr must be trying to tell you something...something about how you are honest-to-God flying and you should feel ecstatic at the sensation and perfect freedom.

But, you don't. This just is what it is...and you have a purpose, no time or need to have fun.

Your 'cloud' soars through the air and swoops down at the location of Pytor's RV, where he, Gaft, and Musor are waiting.

Musor notices you coming first, and looks up at you. The Gaft notices. He smiles. Pytor is busy with the detonator.

You appear, and solidify, a foot above the ground and land lightly on your feet. Pytor looks over his shoulder at you.

"The boy?" He asks.

"Going to ride up behind them, and snipe." You say.

He nods.

You get into position, and wait.

You hear the jeeps approach, and then...

CLICK.

BOOOOOOOM.

So...apparently strapping Clean Energy batteries that are fully charged, to primed propane canisters, don't really cause a giant fireball.

The concussive blast however, is enough to crack the stone of the canyon walls.

> Roll 3d6 for damage to the PoJ in the jeeps.

Rolled 5, 2, 2 = 9 (3d6)

>>47597196

Rolled 5, 3, 2 = 10 (3d6)

>>47597196
HWG

Rolled 4, 5, 5 = 14 (3d6)

>>47597196

>>47597213
>>47597223
>>47597243
so 5,5,5 then?

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>>47597243
One jeep rolls three times and comes to a rest on it's side. The guy in the back has a broken neck, the man riding shotgun is covered in blood, cuts, and bruises but is barely alive, and helped out by the driver, who was wearing his seatbelt and had an airbag. So he's dazed, but mostly unwounded.

The second jeep is flung into the air and smashes against the canyon wall and then crashes to the ground in a mix of metal, glass, fluids both auto and human, and there is no chance in hell that anyone in that thing is alive.

The armored car, which looks like it used to be a bank's, is a tad more sturdy.

> Roll 1d8

> Roll

Rolled 1 (1d8)

>>47597452
HWG

Rolled 6 (1d8)

>>47597452

Rolled 8 (1d8)

>>47597452
For Mother!

>>47597525
>>47597579
Weeeeeellll

>>47597579
You roll the truck over. The driver is dead with his head crushed at the bottom.

The back of the doors blow open with a fiery blast, and you see exactly how they managed to capture Wren.

It's the last of the Small Joys. Only they've been augmented far far beyond any point of safety.

Her skin is chalk white, and she has metal bits sticking out of her arms, and legs. Her torso looks like a mass of metal plates, tubes, and glowing things. Her head has been shaved, and there's more pieces of metal, and wires, sticking out of it like a short frizzy mane of technological horror.

She's carrying the body of another Augmented Small joy. The one in her arms is dead. Limp and still, all things that are glowing on the living small joy are dull and empty on the one in her arm.

You don't see Wren.

She drops the body to the ground, sees you, and electricity crackles from her hands, and she shrieks in rage.

> Roll 1d10 for initiative, also, due to events. I have to be stepping out for a few hours. I will alert on here, and on Twitter when I come back. Apologies.

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>47597693

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>47597693
Remember to archive now then

>>47593539

I caught this while it is on! It is a good day!

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>47597693
Here we go. Anons are rolling high.

>>47597693
I almost feel bad for the little shits. But not really.

Bump

Rolled 3, 3, 4, 2, 1, 5 = 18 (6d10)

>>47597760
Back, thank you very much for your patience. Let's begin the violence.

>>47600976
You go first.

There are three targets.

Person Of Joy, Weapon: C.E. Rifle, Status: Nearly Dead

Person of Joy, Weapon: C.E. Rifle, Status: Unharmed

Augmented Small Joy, Weapon: Electricity Based Powers, Status: Unharmed.

For those who need reminders:

Ash Shot
1d20 - Hits on 13+, 17+ add lost turn, Crit 2 Wounds + 1 Lost Turn

Ash cloud
1d20, Created on 12+, Enemies roll 14+ or lost turn, Crit Fail wounds

Ash choke
1d20, Lose 1 turn on 14+, 17+ lose two turns, Crit 2 turns lost + 1 wound

Ash armor
Auto, Adds 2 hits, after summon turn can Ash dodge hits. (Dodge is -2 Hit Score, I.E. Enemy Roll is 17, dodge on 15+) Lose dodge upon losing 2 hits.

Ash knife
2d20, Summon 2 knives. 14+ Hits, 19-20 Crit creates another 2 knives that hit at +15, another Each crit creates 1 more knife at +16 hit, etc.

Dodge Kick
2d20, Kicks, then Dodges and kicks again. Wounds on 13+, (NOTE: First Kick Must be 10+ or second kick auto fails) Crit 2 Wounds per kick

Ash Shot
1d20 - Hits on 13+, 17+ add lost turn, Crit 2 Wounds + 1 Lost Turn

Ash cloud
1d20, Created on 12+, Enemies roll 14+ or lost turn, Crit Fail wounds

Ash choke
1d20, Lose 1 turn on 14+, 17+ lose two turns, Crit 2 turns lost + 1 wound

Ash armor
Auto, Adds 2 hits, after summon turn can Ash dodge hits. (Dodge is -2 Hit Score, I.E. Enemy Roll is 17, dodge on 15+) Lose dodge upon losing 2 hits.

Ash knife
2d20, Summon 2 knives. 14+ Hits, 19-20 Crit creates another 2 knives that hit at +15, another Each crit creates 1 more knife at +16 hit, etc.

Dodge Kick
2d20, Kicks, then Dodges and kicks again. Wounds on 13+, (NOTE: First Kick Must be 10+ or second kick auto fails) Crit 2 Wounds per kick

Bright Burst
Auto-Wound, Roll 1d20 on 14+ add 1 wound, On 20 add 2 wounds. Ashes auto-reverts to Lupa afterwards.

> Ash Shot
> Ash Armor
> Ash Cloud
> Ash Choke
> Ash Knife
> Dodge Kick
> Bright Burst

>>47601074
...and this ladies and gentlemen is why you don't hit the paste key twice in a row without realizing it.

>>47601074
> Ash Armor
>taunt

>>47601074
Ash armor

>>47601074
> Ash Armor

Rolled 19, 5 = 24 (2d20)

>>47601122
>>47601141
>>47601237

You smirk at the Small Joy as you feel yourself become less solid and your armor form around you.

Pytor has his shotgun, and unloads both barrels at at the PoJ.

Rolled 2, 18, 2, 2 = 24 (4d20)

>>47601422
The dying one is now finished dying, and the other one drops his corpse and fires his rifle at Pytor.

The Small Joy throws her hands out at you and a bolt of electricity surges out at you.

Gaft aims and fires his rifle at the PoJ.

Musor roars and tries to claw the PoJ's face off.

>>47601487
Everyone but the Small Joy misses.

> Roll 1d20 to dodge. DC:16

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>47601515

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>47601515

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>47601515
HWG

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>47601515
the curse of Embers is real

>>47601554
You shift out of the way and the bolt harmlessly scorches the wall of the canyon.

> Ash Shot
> Ash Armor
> Ash Cloud
> Ash Choke
> Ash Knife
> Dodge Kick
> Bright Burst

>>47601653
> Ash Shot

>>47601653
> Dodge Kick

>>47601653
> Ash Shot

>>47601673
>>47601772

Time to show her how a blast is done. You flick out your hands.

> Roll 1d20

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>47602021

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>47602021
HWG

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>47602021
For Mother!

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>47602021
come on

>>47602129
awww fuck, oh well I'll just refresh faster next time.

Rolled 13, 19, 20, 14 = 66 (4d20)

>>47602087
Your cloud of caustic ash rips into the Small Joy's face and she screams for a second and then starts coughing and retching.

Pytor draws his crowbar and goes to swing at the PoJ's head.

The PoJ fires at Pytor.

The Small Joy is too busy coughing.

Gaft and Musor also try to take out the PoJ

>>47602211
Well, Pytor gets blasted by the rifle, which slows him down a little...but not enough.

The crowbar smashes into the PoJ's face, and he staggers back and gets a bullet in the neck from Gaft. He drops to the ground, and Musor's jaws close around his head and it goes crunch.

Your turn.

> Ash Shot
> Ash Armor
> Ash Cloud
> Ash Choke
> Ash Knife
> Dodge Kick
> Bright Burst

>>47602251
> Ash Knife

>>47602251
> Ash Choke

>>47602251
> Ash Knife

>>47602310
>>47602385

You grin and raise your hands, and the blades appear in them.

"Oh God...no..." The Small Joy says, raw fear on her face.

> Roll 2d20

Rolled 9, 8 = 17 (2d20)

>>47602512

Rolled 4, 18 = 22 (2d20)

>>47602512

Rolled 11, 15 = 26 (2d20)

>>47602512
HWG

>>47602512
>"Oh God...no..."
They know that this shit will happens at some time if they go against Ashes, yet they get surprised everytime. If you don't want the knife, don't stay in her way, just go quietly.

Rolled 8, 11 = 19 (2d20)

>>47602512
For Mother!

>>47602600
Im wondering how the hell do they know about our knife storm given we killed every person we used it on

Rolled 5, 5 = 10 (2d20)

>>47602577
The Small Joy panics and smashes her hands together, causing a bubble of crackling bolts of electricity to form around her. One blade is vaporized into dust, and the other one just cuts her and dissolves. You also don't feel that rush you normally feel.

"HA!" She cries.

Pytor reloads the barrels of his shotgun.

The Small Joy gestures and the bubble contracts and goes into her. The glowing lights inside and on her all shine bright white to the point where they're leaving spots in your eyes. Her body starts to twitch, and jerk, and you see her eyes flicking over you and her hands going through motions for Joy Channeling twice as fast.

Gaft aims at her and fires his rifle at her.

Musor charges and makes a swipe at her.

>>47602631
Must have been the time we destroyed that poor small joy with the 20s, one of them escaped and she must have reported it.
Or they small joys are all linked to each other and they all feel the knifes when we roll

>>47602661
She's literally not there. There's a blur and she dodges the bullet and the claw swipe. She's grinning and you can see that she's just started her overclocking. She's going to get faster and faster until you are dead.

Your turn.

> Ash Shot
> Ash Armor
> Ash Cloud
> Ash Choke
> Ash Knife
> Dodge Kick
> Bright Burst

>>47602689
>> Ash Choke

>>47602689
> Bright Burst

>>47602689
> Dodge Kick

>>47602689
> Dodge Kick

>>47602705
>>47602720
How is something reliant on physically hitting her going to do jack shit?

>>47602689
> Ash Choke

>>47602748
Beacuse we kick her, how else?

So is she on par for combat ability as us?

Should we use AOE skills to hit her if she is too fast for single target spells?

>>47602689
> Ash Cloud

>>47602770
>literally getting bullshit phys dodge
>Switches to cqc phys attack.

It'd be like using sunlight to kill superman.


>>47602785
Either skills with lots of range and are hitscan (choke) or aoe(cloud)

>>47602812
>hitscan

I am not sure if I understand good anon. Please explain that.

>>47602847
hits where we aim is more or less immediately with no dodge chance. Like a laser.

>>47602876
Ahhh thanks anon. Is choke non-aimed? Then I will change my vote at
>>47602811

To

[x] Ash choke

>>47602812
SHe's only moving fast, we can move faster by teleporting behind her and kicking her.

>>47602913
>>47602764
>>47602695

Her breathing is rapid, hyper and stuttering, she's gulping in air as much as she can to keep her cool.

And you push into that as hard as you can.

> Roll 1d20

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>47602689
HWG

that's the kind of DBZ/Bleach shit where each enemies blink behind the other and try to hit, only to have the guy in front of them blink out.

Choke is on the spot and require they right timing for her to get a lungfull of ashes

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>47602938

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>47602938
choke on this

>>47602967
>>47602960
>>47602946
Anons, have you considered a career in choking a bitch? You are good at it.

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>>47602967
>that one liner

Rolled 1, 1, 17, 10 = 29 (4d20)

>>47602967
You push in, and she's ready for that trick, you see an honest to God vent in her side open up to let out that familiar looking black gunk.

But you just pour it on, and you see the black good spill out from the vent and she gags and vomits. She makes this horrible electric screech that's static and pain filled and she pukes out all of the gunk you forced into her.

Pytor fires his shotgun at her, both barrels.

She's too busy vomiting...but it looks like she's going to be fine, next moment. Also, she's still Overclocking, her twitching and movements get even more jerky, blurred, and fast.

Gaft and Musor try again as well.

>>47603031
Who rolled the duo 1s?

Gaft? Pytor? Go warm the bench.

>>47603031
Embers...

>>47603031
RIP Pytor's shotgun

>>47603031
Is the curse evolving?

So they design joys specifically against us now.

So we have to rely on our friend by somehow reducing her speed. Or lead her into a trap.

Or have our boy toy snipe her.

>>47603031
The Small Joy points at the shotgun at a split-second before Pytor fires, and his shotgun, his favorite shotgun, explodes in his hands. The barrels split open and shrapnel embeds itself into his shoulder. Pytor drops to the ground. For the first time in your life, you see Pytor dazed.

She dodges out of the way of Musor, but Gaft hits her in her center mass...not that it seems to do much.

Your turn.

You hear the Bike approaching in the distance. Ray's here. Hopefully he doesn't get near this thing.

> Ash Shot
> Ash Armor
> Ash Cloud
> Ash Choke
> Ash Knife
> Dodge Kick
> Bright Burst

>>47603085
> Bright Burst
Why not?

>>47603085
>Dodge Kick

She is specc'ed against ash attacks. Only Ash Shot seems to work but we have a huge aim penalty with how fast she is going. Can we just get her to burn herself out by going faster?

>>47603085
> Dodge Kick

>>47603085
>> Ash Shot

>>47603085
>> Dodge Kick


>>47603104
Anti-hubris might not work well on her.

>>47603105
>>47603115
>>47603136

You lunge out her, disappearing first, then reappearing and then disappearing again. Hopefully she can't dodge if she doesn't see you coming...

> Roll 2d20

Rolled 10, 7 = 17 (2d20)

>>47603163
HWG

Rolled 15, 13 = 28 (2d20)

>>47603163

Rolled 20, 9 = 29 (2d20)

>>47603163
Here goes nothing!

Rolled 10, 6 = 16 (2d20)

>>47603163
For Mother!

>>47603197
Can we start a school for kids who can't kick good?

>>47603197
crit

>>47603193
wound

Rolled 4 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>47603197
Your first kick is right in her face and you hear, feel, and see a lot of machine parts break and smash into pieces.

The second misses, but damn if that first one didn't seem to do enough. Her face is an unrecognizable mess. She looks at you and makes a sound that's part electrical screech, part moan, and part sob.

And because she's standing still, Ray takes his shot.

>>47603318
Our companions are bad.

Rolled 11, 16, 1, 1 = 29 (4d20)

>>47603318
Damn it. She's not damaged enough to not dodge.

Pytor gets to his feet, and gets his pistol out and ready.

And now, she lays into you. Nothing fancy, no creative use of power. Nothing like that. Just electric charged fists pummeling you as fast as she can...which is quite a lot.

So we are fighting speed.

Can we dump some water on her?

>>47603346
One connects, and then you grab her right hand, and then her left. You then focus your power, and she screams in pain and her arms, dripping black and red gunk, drop to her side. Useless and limp.

She is on death's door, and can barely defend herself.

> Ash Shot
> Ash Armor
> Ash Cloud
> Ash Choke
> Ash Knife
> Dodge Kick
> Bright Burst

>>47603371
>surrender
If not
> Ash Knife

>>47603371
> Ash Shot

>>47603371
Etch ruin word: rest

>>47603371
> Ash Knife

>>47603371
> Ash Knife

Lets move back first. I get the feeling she might explode when she dies.

>>47603382
>>47603536
>>47603548

You dodge backwards, your face calm and you raise your hands.

The blades appear.

> Roll 2d20

Rolled 6, 12 = 18 (2d20)

>>47603584
For Pytor's shotgun

Rolled 19, 20 = 39 (2d20)

>>47603584

Rolled 13, 14 = 27 (2d20)

>>47603584
RIP

>>47603601
Savage

>>47603601
I think she's dead.

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>>47603601

Hmm, isn't it the 1st time Pytor gonna see the Ash knife or it's improved version?

>>47603738
"My little girl is all grown up..."

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>>47603601
You blur, and feel that wonderful, warm feeling.

And when it fades, the corpse now has about six blades stuck in her, each of them in a vital, fatal, area. Deeply.

Her lights dim, and then shut off, and she collapses to the ground in a pile of ash-gunk, blood, bone, metal, and wire.

You point at Gaft, and then point towards Pytor. He nods and goes to help the man pull the shrapnel out of him. You hear Ray on the bike approaching.

None of that matters, you climb into the back of the truck, and you don't see anyone. Wren isn't there.

What is there is a large metal box, it's about the size of the mini-refrigerator that's inside Pytor's RV. It's on its side, having been knocked over when the truck rolled. There's a humming sound coming from it.

You have a horrible feeling. You set it upright, and start to open it. The thing is sealed tightly, and you have to pull two heavy handles to unseal it and open it.

Inside the box is Wren's head.

"No, no, NO!" You swear. "Please...no..."

Then Wren's eyes flutter open. They blink, and she smiles when she looks at you. "Well...I suppose that I should have expected that sudden burst of raw chaos to be yourself. You look well."

Your mouth hangs open.

"As you can see, their method for extracting me from my irradiated compound was extreme. The machinery within the box keeps me alive, and allows me to speak. Also, the box itself is sealed against contamination, when it's closed. Efficient, since they only need my information. I wish I possessed the same materials at my compound."

"You're...okay?" You ask.

"Obviously not. I doubt that this set up was designed to last long. Still, no time to be silly. If they were this desperate, I can only imagine what's going on outside." Wren says.

"Holy shit." You hear Ray say from behind you. "THAT'S Wren?"

"You must be Raymond. Hello." Wren smiles at him.

He looks at you. You shrug.

(cont)

>>47603855
Gaft and Pytor join you, they stare at you, crouched next to Wren.

"You had no right to withhold such information from me Gaft." Wren says. "I could have assisted long before your group turned on you, and we wouldn't be having this conversation. Much less in this manner."

Gaft stares and then shakes his head. "No. I'm sorry. I mean...I'm not sorry, but I am sorry that it ended like this. You know why Love hid Time's existence from you! She knew you'd advocate her death!"

"Naturally." Wren said. "Also, the People Of Joy explained to me more about HESTIA, and how her power works. They had all your notes, you silly old fool."

"The head...is talking..." Pytor says slowly.

"This world is a mistake Wren. It was never supposed to happen, and Time is our chance to correct it." Gaft says. "You can't tell me that you wish to spend your life like...like THIS!"

"Gaft isn't telling you everything, Lupa." Wren says. "So I'll say it now. It's possible to use Time to alter the past, but it's not constrained to just reversing Unity's actions.

"We can stop the global cooling. Allow the planet to return to normal. This world has a future."

"And all those billions of people who died thanks to...Unity? Really? Never mind. All those innocent people who died? Do they not deserve a second chance? They did no wrong, they deserve their own future!"

"And the people who made lives for themselves here don't?" Wren snaps back. "They survived, and thrived. You should be proud Gaft, you helped make this!"

"I made Genesis and the Confessors so I could FIX this!" Gaft snaps.

"What?" Ray asks.

"She's just a head..." Pytor mumbles.

"So...because they're you're creations, you get to say what happens to them? You know best?" Wren frowns. "That's NOT what Love would say, Gaft."

Gaft frowns and looks away. "Do you want to see Love again?" He asks. "Don't you miss your sisters?"

(cont)

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>>47604012
Wren's eyes look down, and she purses her lips. "Yes...and that's why I've accepted what's going to happen next. Ashes, what's the situation?"

"They've taken OLYMPUS, and run ragged over Genesis." You say. "Emmy and Ruin are with the rest of Genesis, and they're holding. We sent some extra back up to them, and then we went to get you."

"Excellent." Wren says. "Take the equipment that's in this van. We'll need it, myself, and most likely your 'sisters.' We're going to OLYMPUS and ending this."

"She's a talking head..." Pytor says as you close up Wren's box.

"Wait." Ray says. "Pytor Korensky...the scariest scavenger in the Peninsular Valley, has finally found something that causes him to be amazed?"

"It is a talking head in a box." Pytor says.

Ray sighs and nods his head. "Granted. Let's move."

After a bit, you're back on the road, witht he salvaged equipment that Gaft and Ray are working to construct. It's something that has a lot of wires and small metal boxes that connect to other metal boxes.

You finish getting off of the radio with Amelia.

Genesis...

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>>47604085
Is alright. Barely. Arthur Rozen is still alive, and the settlement is in one piece and still intact. Not without casualties though. The Confessor back-up that you sent was dearly needed.

The People of Joy attacking it have broken, for now.

Emmy and Ruin are alive, and they're willing to come with Amelia to meet you before you attack OLYMPUS. They're sick of putting others in danger for their sake...according to Amelia at least.

You open Wren's box and tell her. She smiles. "That's excellent. Ashes...Lupa...you should be cautious."

You give her a look.

"Granted, a silly thing to say to you." Wren rolls her eyes. "I mean...I have the suspect feeling that there's elements that we're unaware of. Something crucial is happening and we lack the data to even be aware of it."

"Huh?" You say.

"Just a feeling I get sometimes." Wren says. "Possibly the last vestiges of my powers. It's when I have small amounts of fractious data that mean something but I cannot make the connections to understand it. Something to do with the behavior of the People of Joy...something's off...just don't understand what.

"Anyway, be ready to deal with Gaft. He'll do whatever he can to use Time to..." She sighs. "I'll tell you the truth, Lupa. I don't know about Embers or Ruin, but from what I know of your mutated powers and how they connect to other Joys? It's possible that you...could ensure your continuity if Time corrected Unity's mistake. You deserve to know that. I'll need to be in contact with HESTIA to confirm everything...but...that's the truth."

"Huh." You say.

"Of course, this could all be one long sick joke." Wren says. "We will enter OLYMPUS and find it's a ruin and no Time at all. Then we will all die."

"Everyone dies." You say.

"True, but best to go out clutching at every last hope. I suppose." Wren says. "Otherwise...what's the point?"

END PART 25

Ending Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ycsgmGkg_mM

>>47604224
Thanks for running Echo.

>>47604247
Not promising anything, but I'm going to try and run the next part tomorrow (6/4).

>>47604224
Good run, thanks for the thread

Thanks for running. Kinda sad it winding down though.

>>47604224
Good thread Echo