>>5275392>>5275456>>5275490>>5275497>>5275505>>5275563>>5275590>>5275734>>5275870>Go around.“Very well.” You decide with one glance at the rickety suspension bridge before you. “We’ll go around.”
“Yeah. Seems more.. safe, doesn’t it?” Emilia agrees.
“Fine, fine. I certainly wouldn’t want you two breaking anything and making a mess for future travelers..” Ava twirls her rapier along her fingers–perhaps more apt to the bridge, she acquiesces to your request out of respect for your “heftiness” and follows the path along the circumference of the sinkhole.
You keep a ready distance from the pit’s edge–the water mires from the edge and cascades over the side in a smooth deluge. The misty haze is so thick about it you can make out neither the depth nor breadth of the abyss that the waters of the COUP DE GRACE empty into, but it “feels” incomprehensibly vast and deep, nearly cosmic in size.
“Don’t throw up. Or at least, not into the hole.” The dhampir seems to pick up on your discomfort. “You’ll wake up the Unfathomable One that sleeps down there.”
“Unfathomable One?” You echo, agape.
“Just kidding! Relax.” Ava scoffs, waving off your concern (and paling face). “The Unfathomable Ones sleep in the moon. You’ve nothing to worry about down here.”
Her refusal to answer any more of your questions does not ease your concern. But your worry shifts to more urgent matters soon enough–the water before you begins to bubble as a pale, mercurial liquid curls up from beneath the surface, twisting and contorting into a gelatinous shape. The dhampir takes a step back.
“My. A mimic!” The dhampir places a hand on her cheek. “They’re rare, you know.”
>Take charge yourself with your rifle.>Allow the dhampir to handle it.>Allow the berserker to take care of it.>Allow the doll to handle it.>Write-In. 