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Gunfire rings out. The Shanlin are untrained brigands, they only know how to spray and pray, and the supports in this tunnel offer ample cover, along with the angle.
[QATSYN] "What are you doing?!"
[QATSYN] "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH-"
Our Qatsyn were pumping that Bloodthirsty Beast full of bullets as it stomped down the hall after the entry team. We damn near thought it was just invulnerable, but then one of our guys ran forward like a lunatice and shoved his shotgun into its mouth, barrel pressed to the roof. Blew the fucker's brains out the back of its head.
Good thing, the Beastkin is dead.
Bad thing, it's large body is blocking up the tunnel.
We can barely scooch past it. How the fuck did they fit this thing in here anyway?!
[...]
[QATSYN] "There he is."
[MUG'DAL] "Target located."
The Necromancer is back there at the end of the tunnel. Good gods, the bodies piled up back there... must have been graverobbing a ton. He's got several cultists in front of him. One of their fireballs just lit the Bloodthirsty Beast's corpse on fire. We got to get that bastard alive...
[NECROMANCER] "Ayer avage aloren HEUS aken!"
[QATSYN] "What's that gobbledygook he shouting mean?!"
[HIGH BAILIFF] "HE'S CASTING A DEATH KNELL! QUICKLY!"
>Roll 1d20.
>Best of three.
