>>5137726You awaken suddenly, a cry of protest n your lips to the dim light of incoming evening.
‘Hotstuff?’ Irinnile asks. ‘Lispy? Babe? You okay?’
You have slept through the afternoon! You have wasted a least a solid six hours—an unacceptable amount of time for any proper Reptilian to engage in torpor at the best of times.
‘Well, I mean, you’re also half-hum—’
“I. Am. Reptilian.”
Irnnile doesn’t contradict you, but you can sense her concern… And you, too, can feel hers.
‘Babe, do you… Like, wanna’ talk about it?’
‘No time,’ you reply sternly. ‘We have a meeting to attend.’
You get your blue, temperature-resistant robe on once more and hurriedly make your way through Hawksong’s streets. It is almost fully nighttime when you arrive at the site of your meeting: the abandoned building where you sacrificed the goat, created your charm, and mustered mystic might against lady Zivic and The Tower Inquisition. This evening, the sacrificial goats before you are more human-shaped: Inquisitor Felman, Magus Auctor Federigo, and Assistant Chimericist Mayhew. All three have their potential uses… But some far less than others, and Irinnile remains depleted, her <WANT> an intense ache in your skull and your loins alike.
“There is something we must discuss,” Felman says seriously. “A development in the investigation.”
You press a finger to his lips, and he flinches but does not recoil, just looking confused.
“Give me a moment,” you say.
Who do you dispose of? [choose at least one, or as many as all three]
>Felman, as soon as he is done with his report, for he has proven dangerous and strong-willed>Magus Auctor Federigo—such a highly-placed pawn is more likely to be found out if he acts unusually>Mayhew—he is just a laboratory assistantHow do you dispose of them?
>A sacrifice to the Dark Gods to display loyalty and fealty>Succubus satiation—you will milk them for mana and leave them empty of life>Brutally, tearing them apart with dagger, claws, and teeth—you will take out your frustrations upon them>Write-in 