Fashion a torch
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You find your shirt lying on the bed and locate a sturdy stick outside to wrap it around, and finally set the torch alight before proceeding to the church. | You find your shirt lying on the bed and locate a sturdy stick outside to wrap it around, and finally set the torch alight before proceeding to the church. | ||
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Most of the townsfolk are already standing in front of the building, some of them armed. A frantic, haggard man is testifying in front of the audience, claiming that he just witnessed a small band of men kidnap his daughter. | Most of the townsfolk are already standing in front of the building, some of them armed. A frantic, haggard man is testifying in front of the audience, claiming that he just witnessed a small band of men kidnap his daughter. | ||
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"Cow?" chimes in the loudest of several more clamoring townspeople. "Whah, dey took mah jawb!" Some of the attendees jump on the bandwagon and blame the Count for wrongs wrought upon them, while others simply repeat in amazement that 'dey took'r'jawb...' | "Cow?" chimes in the loudest of several more clamoring townspeople. "Whah, dey took mah jawb!" Some of the attendees jump on the bandwagon and blame the Count for wrongs wrought upon them, while others simply repeat in amazement that 'dey took'r'jawb...' | ||
| - | Before long, mob has largely consented to ransack the citadel and lynch Jadwigski. | + | Before long, the mob has largely consented to ransack the citadel and lynch Jadwigski. |
Do you: | Do you: | ||
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<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Health | <td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Health | ||
| - | </td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> | + | </td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Healthy |
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Equipment: | </td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Equipment: | ||
| - | <p><i>Pants, hand-rake, half bag of cabbages, lit torch</i> | + | <p><i>[[Pants]], [[hand-rake]], [[half bag of cabbages]], [[lit torch]]</i> |
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Current revision as of 16:33, 26 May 2010
You find your shirt lying on the bed and locate a sturdy stick outside to wrap it around, and finally set the torch alight before proceeding to the church.
Most of the townsfolk are already standing in front of the building, some of them armed. A frantic, haggard man is testifying in front of the audience, claiming that he just witnessed a small band of men kidnap his daughter.
"They took her there!" he concludes, gesturing at the citadel of Count Jadwigski, an aloof aristocrat who seldom emerges from his darkened halls. The citadel towers forebodingly above the town from atop a rather tall mountain.
"Fucking bast'rd, that Count!" exclaims another riled villager. "I'll bet it's them d'met'd servants of his what took mah cow!"
"Cow?" chimes in the loudest of several more clamoring townspeople. "Whah, dey took mah jawb!" Some of the attendees jump on the bandwagon and blame the Count for wrongs wrought upon them, while others simply repeat in amazement that 'dey took'r'jawb...'
Before long, the mob has largely consented to ransack the citadel and lynch Jadwigski.
Do you:
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| Health | Healthy | Equipment: |
| Property Damage Inflicted | $0 | |
| Blood | 12 pints | |
