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Quoted By: >>5725517
Hey /qst/, first time QM.
Some background for this one: Think early 17th century tech era, with your character having amnesia and trying your hardest to piece together your life based on what other people think of you, all while dealing with and fighting for your life against supernatural elements and the undead. Given that the board has many players and only one playable character, we'll take the most common action to reply to on hourly tick rates. If that sounds good, let's get started!
You are in the back of the wagon, with the other wounded. Maximilian still groans out in his sleep from time to time, but you are not sure if that is better or worse than Remus, who has not even moved in over two hours. The wagon jars suddenly after a wheel takes a sharp dip, and old Maximilian coughs and groans himself awake. He looks up at you, his face distorted with gripping agony, but then something else. One of his eyes, the working one, shoots open and stares intently over your shoulder. You snap your head to find what has disturbed him, but see only Adikar’s hanging prayer beads draped over one of the wagon's roof beams. You look back to Maximilian, who is now gripping his mouth and trying his hardest to stifle his coughs, his eye still locked on the prayer beads. You look again to the beads, and finally see it. They are sizzling.
>What do you do?
Some background for this one: Think early 17th century tech era, with your character having amnesia and trying your hardest to piece together your life based on what other people think of you, all while dealing with and fighting for your life against supernatural elements and the undead. Given that the board has many players and only one playable character, we'll take the most common action to reply to on hourly tick rates. If that sounds good, let's get started!
You are in the back of the wagon, with the other wounded. Maximilian still groans out in his sleep from time to time, but you are not sure if that is better or worse than Remus, who has not even moved in over two hours. The wagon jars suddenly after a wheel takes a sharp dip, and old Maximilian coughs and groans himself awake. He looks up at you, his face distorted with gripping agony, but then something else. One of his eyes, the working one, shoots open and stares intently over your shoulder. You snap your head to find what has disturbed him, but see only Adikar’s hanging prayer beads draped over one of the wagon's roof beams. You look back to Maximilian, who is now gripping his mouth and trying his hardest to stifle his coughs, his eye still locked on the prayer beads. You look again to the beads, and finally see it. They are sizzling.
>What do you do?
