>>5185428“What in the name of all the Gods?”
“By the deep magic!”
“But that fire out, you cretins! Hurry!”
Your head snaps to face the voices. You caught up are you in your virtuous violence that you take a moment to even realize who it is. It’s only when an ice-spell lances through the fire, snuffing some of it out a freezing solid a portion of your newly-created lake of human blood that you realize it.
“This way!”
‘Felman the Incelman,’ Irinnile murmurs, a little nervously.
You recognize the voice, too. The Inquisition is here. In your desire to slaughter these surface-apes and to hide your identity, you have delayed too long.
‘It’s not our fault that some of ‘em hid in closets ‘n shit!’ Irinnile protests.
Consuming their escaping life-force been enough to abate Irinnile’s hunger, to help fuel your healing…
<WANT: 16>
…But you have not taken the necessary time to regenerate it and, now that your adrenaline is dying down, you are beginning to feel woozy, light-headed, almost… Sleepy.
‘Wait! Babe, no, don’t do hat!~’
Irinnile snaps you out of it, and she helps you clear your head. You need to move. You’re on the verge of unconsciousness.
‘Wing?’ you ask her.
‘Can’t,’ she replies, ‘it’s daylight out there.’
You have precious seconds to decide on a course of action. The Inquisition is almost upon you. A lesser being would panic, freeze, but not you. You are a Reptilian Infiltrator! You:
>Hide deep within the burning building, regenerating your wounds and hoping they do not find you until you are well enough to slip away unnoticed>Shapeshift into a ‘survivor’ and scream for help>ATTACK! ATTACK! ATTACK! You still have the element of surprise on your side>Turn Felman against his colleagues, and use this distraction to escape>Make a break for it! These bookworms are slow on foot, certainly compared to you, and you are confident you can lose them if you dive through the fire and out a back window>Call down the [DIVINE FAVOUR], expending it to smite them all>Write-in 