>>5219362>>5218931>>5218610>>5218540>>5218447>>5218445>>5218444>>5218442>Follow the blade route.“We’ll cross by the path of blades, then.” You take a shaky step along the precipice of the stone and sword. “I’m not in want of a cruciform in the back.”
“Yes, well.. I can’t say I hope to see any familiar faces, either.” The dhampir glances back over her shoulder. “Let’s hurry.”
You press forward down the route in quiet. Your journey, like the past hour, continues with shaky half-steps along a thin stone bridge in the chasm. Your only guard rails are the blades that mark up its length. As you press forward, the swords that lock the route down only grow in density; at some points you have to keep a careful eye on your coat, lest you earn a trip back out to the tailor when you return to the surface.
As the blades sprout up like grass all around you, some still fresh with warm blood, your guard comes to a silent halt. You look past her shoulder to see your final obstruction.
A woman hangs loose from blades that crisscross the path, and countless more stick out from her at all ends. Her pale white dress, that of a chorister for the CORPUS CHURCH, is stained a deep red. And yet she still breathes gently. An undead, perhaps..? No. Her flesh seems too warm, too pink.
She raises her head to face you, still silent, and rests a hand on a sword that terminates out from her chest.
>Declare that you’re not willing to fight. Try to reason with the chorister.>Pull Ava aside and handle it yourself.>Step aside and allow Ava to take care of the matter.>Step aside and allow Noelle to take care of the matter.>Step aside and allow Emilia to take care of the matter.>Write-In. 