>>5575495>>5575499>>5575520>>5575606>>5575617>Travel the RUE DE GUILLOTINE.You nudge the wolf for advice, but he shakes his head. “I have no intimate knowledge of the city’s streets.” He grimaces. “I would prefer we go by roof, but I somehow doubt the cripple and hag will fare well that way.”
“The RUE DE GUILLOTINE, then–I’m more partial to beheadings than hangings, all told.” You decide as you begin your charge down the cobble street. “They’re more difficult to mess up.”
Your travail carries you north, the route lit only by the spasmodic light of lanterns that hang from the wires overhead. You can’t help but feel relief for the streets’ quiet–your party is a loud, jangling mess of chains and bungling crutches and whining hags. You’d be cut into cubes and thrown to the hounds were it not the lateness of night.
“Wait.” The wolf calls you to a halt, his chains rattling as he comes ambling to a halt. “You hear that..?”
You pause and listen–besides the wolf’s breathing and the wind whistling, you can hear somewhere in the distance.. excited talking down the road, shadows moving before lantern light. The street seems a bit more lively down this way. You raise a foot from the ground–.. it runs with a deep, dark black liquid that wets your heels.
“Feh. People. Looks like the road’s in the midst of an execution..” The invalid creaks his neck. “Bad news. The hag and I should be able to get by fine, but–.. the big broad in black and the BEAST OF SEINS-DE-SAINT-ANNE aren’t likely to slip by undetected here. You’ll need to find another way.”
>Disguises! You’ll just disguise yourself as local yokels and slip right by.>Travail through the houses that line the streets. You can stealth by and steal some food and supplies for your burgeoning cult.>Pass along over the roofs. The hag and invalid may not have the agility to keep up with MORNE, but you’re still.. kind of nimble.>No need. The wolf can take on all those cultists alone, right?>Write-In. 