>>5274071>>5273850>>5273846>>5273840>>5273835>>5273825>>5273823>>5273822>>5273820>>5273814>>5273810>>5273809>Wait just a bit more. You’d like to carry on with a full party.“We’ll remain for just a little while more. We ought to carry on with a full party, shouldn’t we?” You shoot a look at the undead. “And a <span class="mu-i">proper</span> guide.”
“You try getting plucked from the middle of nowhere and forced to shepherd some idiot rifleman and his whores.” The undead barks back, her face hot (or, at least as red as her foul blood can muster) with embarrassment. “It’s trying both your and my patience, you know..”
“Oh, dear. You plan to stay?” The cracked doll sighs. “Then you’ll make a real mess of my shrine..”
As if on cue, the clangs of steel against stone draw your party’s attention. You make out stray masses of dark shapes that cut through the fog from an open wall of the shrine, figures pulling themselves aloft from the water and clambering onto the stone surface of the shrine’s floor. The doll grasps your sleeve whilst the berserker draws her sword. The undead crawls behind you.
The first to arrive at the shrine’s front is a skeleton. It’s stuck in a dripping suit of armor with a blade of shining red–with each step it makes toward you, armor clanks against bone.
>Retreat with the dhampir in tow for now. You wouldn’t like to make a mess of things for the poor doll here.>Ready your rifle and fire off a shot.>Tug the dhampir up to it. Perhaps the smell a monster girl will wake her. >Write-In. 