>>5573282>>5573309>>5573316>>5573325>>5573885>>5573927>Grab the gravedigger cultist. You can enact the power of your blood scrypt here.You decide to enact the power of your rune, a tattoo hewn with blood and magic on your womb. You take a few slow, quiet steps toward the cultist, his gaze drawn now only to the beast in the church–you take a deep breath, stomach warm and tingly, heart hot with trepidation–and ease your head in behind him, eyes shut.. whereupon you peck him with a light kiss on the cheek.
“Bah!--What’re you..?!” The cultist winces.
You take a few steps away as the man gasps in shock, stumbling backward, shovel dragging, and eyes gently glazing over with a far-away look. The cultist’s thrashes ease and movements slow in but a few moments. His arms are hanging limp, his body gently rocking from side to side.
You begin to walk around the sexton. His breathing slow and eyes gently drifting, he regards you with a kind of dog-like stare.
You have put to use the power of your MAGIC RUNE, a deep and dark blood magic that draws from the mechanics of VAMPIRIC HYPNOSIS. The man is now your malleable thrall so long as you hope to keep him. You cannot hope to defeat the cult alone–so why not take some of its might for your own? It’s tenuously ethical, but whatever.
“Knew you were a prostitute..” You hear the invalid mutter from behind the cenotaph.
The beast, meanwhile, draws a bit of its head out from the church’s darkness–it's an immense mass of fur and steel, but the monster remains too taciturn for you to make out its full breadth. The hound’s snout takes a few quiet, tentative whiffs at the air, as if to size up the scene before it.
>Order the grave digger to attack the monster with his shovel.>Demand the grave digger make as much noise as possible to distract the beast while you beat a hasty escape.>Tell the grave digger to call the beast off.>Ask for the grave digger’s keys.>Write-In. 