District: The Hollow, Neighborhood: Ash Court, 34 Willow St.
Who is there: Paper, Nose Lord, John Anderson
John is in the backyard with a dresser that has grown spider legs
Paper and Nose Lord have just shut the door on a very hostile Divan
In the kitchen Variagen lies quite dead in a pool of blood.
Dresser. Level 4
+1 Armor (ignores first injury per attack)
3 injuries per wound. 3 wounds. (currently uninjured) Defense +1 Dodge. Attack 4 pts of damage and 1 vex to movement. It is Erratic and Violent
Divan Level 5
4 injuries per wound 3 wounds (currently uninjured) Defense +1 Withstand. Attack 5 pts of damage and 1 scourge to movement (takes 2 rests to heal). It is Erratic and Violent
Who is there: Paper, Nose Lord, John Anderson
John is in the backyard with a dresser that has grown spider legs
Paper and Nose Lord have just shut the door on a very hostile Divan
In the kitchen Variagen lies quite dead in a pool of blood.
Dresser. Level 4
+1 Armor (ignores first injury per attack)
3 injuries per wound. 3 wounds. (currently uninjured) Defense +1 Dodge. Attack 4 pts of damage and 1 vex to movement. It is Erratic and Violent
Divan Level 5
4 injuries per wound 3 wounds (currently uninjured) Defense +1 Withstand. Attack 5 pts of damage and 1 scourge to movement (takes 2 rests to heal). It is Erratic and Violent
"At least it's not a chase, it would have been much faster," muttered Paper, mostly to herself, as she returned only one of the many wayward locks back into the tendril octopus that was once an up-do. There might as well be information on the soul devourers in there, Paper mused, but it won't do me any good if I'm already dead.
Quite a bit of noise was echoing from around the back of the house, which Paper hoped was an indication that John was having more success than they were. She gave a sideways glance at her aunt's foppish friend and tried not to judge him too harshly. Still, she couldn't help to wonder where was a gallant knight with a big sword when you needed one, or at the very least a capable carpenter.
"I'm not entirely sure brute force is the answer here. Perhaps we can hold them at bay or scare them away with something. I don't suppose you have bottle of termites or moths on you?"
Quite a bit of noise was echoing from around the back of the house, which Paper hoped was an indication that John was having more success than they were. She gave a sideways glance at her aunt's foppish friend and tried not to judge him too harshly. Still, she couldn't help to wonder where was a gallant knight with a big sword when you needed one, or at the very least a capable carpenter.
"I'm not entirely sure brute force is the answer here. Perhaps we can hold them at bay or scare them away with something. I don't suppose you have bottle of termites or moths on you?"