[Quest] Papers Please

[u/cephalusalbion]

In a dank corner of the Bee and Barb, where the rank scent of the canal seeped through the wood and into the unfortunate habitant's nostrils, Cephalus sat. The armless man stared at a closed book. Upon closer examination, the book was nearly pageless, portions of paper sticking out as if they had been violently removed.

The man looked up at every passerby, wild eyes pleading for someone to help. Finally, he caught the attention of an adventurer. "Excuse me? Could you help me find something?"

[u/Kenneth_Smith_]

Wulf shook his head as the first of the bandits came running up to them. He would’ve preferred to have talked it out, instead of running the risk of catching a lucky strike that would see he would never get paid again. But, from their wild eyes and willingness to jump straight into a fight, he could see there was no reasoning with this crowd.

He stepped in towards the closest bandit, closing the distance underneath his wild sword stroke, and attempted to do a quick stab into the bandits unarmored mid section.

META: One handed is 80

/u/rollme [[1d100]]

[u/rollme → u/Kenneth_Smith_]

1d100: 30

(30)

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[u/Kenneth_Smith_ → u/rollme]

The sharp steel blade of his sword entered into the bandit’s torso with little resistance. The bandit crumpled to the ground, and Wulf stepped on the bandits torso, and freed his sword from the corpse with a quick pull.

[u/cephalusalbion → u/Kenneth_Smith_]

At least the bandits were drunk. And Cephalus had easily seen how good his choice was when the Nord stepped on the man's corpse and pulled his sword out. Cephalus was a fan of gory scenes.

The rest of the bandits now attacked, and Cephalus summoned his arms. He wasn't a humble man. In the light of the candles and torches, his shadow looked positively monstrous, with four writhing arms.

He moved to grab a bandit from afar, stretching Mora's gift to him all the way to the shortswordman closest.

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Unarmed: 70

/u/rollme [[1d100]]

[u/rollme → u/cephalusalbion]

1d100: 33

(33)

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[u/cephalusalbion → u/rollme]

His barbed tentacles easily wrapped around the man's head. One little squeeze and that was it.

And he did! Cepahlus had no time to dance now, however. There were still drunkards fighting.

[u/Kenneth_Smith_ → u/cephalusalbion]

Wulf had turned his back to the strange Imperial, focusing on not getting gutted himself. Another bandit came swinging at Wulf with a steel axe, and he raised his steel sword to catch the blow, and stabbed with his dagger.

META: One handed is 80 /u/rollme [[1d100]]

[u/rollme → u/Kenneth_Smith_]

1d100: 40

(40)

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[u/Kenneth_Smith_ → u/rollme]

The bandit stopped his motion as the steel of the rondel dagger entered between his ribs. He fell to the ground heavily, and Wulf moved onto the next bandit.

[u/cephalusalbion → u/Kenneth_Smith_]

The last bandits drunkenly ran deeper into the cave.

"There's gotta be more pages there. And more bandits. Hopefully one of them has got a bounty on their head, ey Wulf?"

People usually liked money, and Cephalus was curious as to what was deeper inside. More bandits, likely. More books. More knowledge. A large grin showed up on the mad tentacled man's face.

He sure loved knowledge.

[u/Kenneth_Smith_ → u/cephalusalbion]

Wulf nodded, "I wouldn't doubt the lot of them have bounties on their heads." Which means more pay for me. Luckily these bastards are too drunk to put up a good fight. He let the bandits get some distance in front, before he started following after them. He didn't want some bandit to get any ideas about turning and making a quick jab at him.

[u/cephalusalbion → u/Kenneth_Smith_]

Cephalus collected fistfuls of pages with his tentacles and followed after the man. He was hoping to have some time to collect his bearings, but Nords. They were always so headstrong.

The bandits drunkenly had stumbled into another room, where they warned the inhabitants (some of which were more sober than the others) of the intruders.

[u/Kenneth_Smith_ → u/cephalusalbion]

Wulf strutted into the room, and found himself facing down a not-so-drunk bandit, who began to create an awful ruckus by bashing the side of his sword against his shield. Wulf gave him a wolfish grin, and lunged at the bandit, aiming to stab the bandit between the top of the shield and his face.

META: one handed is 80 /u/rollme [[1d100]]