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[WRITING] The Carnal Souls CYOA Thread (Rating Pending)

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    [Aspiration (Wealth) +5]

    "Headstrong? Mischievous? A little too forward sometimes?" she smirks. "No, but I can't thank you enough for getting me out of there. Or putting me up here. I—" She licks her lips, struggling to find the words. "You've done way more for me than I probably deserve. You've got a good heart."

    You slip your arm behind her shoulders and give her a conciliatory squeeze. You tell her it's nothing, but that's a self-effacing lie; the shimmer in her eyes speaks for you both. "And yeah," she continues, tamping down the swell of emotion, "Gainful employment, a happy family... you've got it good here. Never take that for granted."

    Noon rolls around and your mother summons you for lunch. Most of the introductory small-talk has been covered, though she continues to query Nasrin on her sleep, how she's settling in, and so forth. You think she's being overly anxious, though the girl is all too eager to respond in detail; given your recent chat, you're not sure whether her superlative descriptions are merely playing to Mom. As you clean up, you ponder how to spend the afternoon: your legs are still stiff but the ache is abating, so you could probably manage a short outing.

    1.See what other chores need doing.
    2. Do another round at the market.
    3. Give Nasrin a tour of the neighbourhood.
    4. Take a trip to the bathhouse.
    5. Revisit the slums; they're close enough to be manageable.
    6. It's your day off; go take a nap.​

    Health [8/8]
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    Orientation (Female): 2
    Kink (Bondage): 1
    Aspiration (Wealth): 5
    Affinity (Nobility): -5
    Agility :-1
    Chemistry: 1
    Endurance: 0
    Etiquette: -1
    Medicine: 0
    Perception: 0
    Persuasion: 0
    Seduction: 0
    Stealth: 0
    Wisdom: 0
    Dudly Premonitions
    Your brainwaves occasionally tap into ethereal frequencies, granting you limited powers of prediction. Random chance for minor bonus to Perception checks.
    1 silver
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    Doctor's note
    Fleece shawl (worn)
    Overdress (worn)
    Blouse (worn)
    Wool pants (worn)
    Thrift boots (worn)
    Simple underwear (worn)
    Satchel (equipped)
    Alchemical reagents
    Alertness booster
    Anti-toxin x3
    Healing draught x2
    Lover's Salve x2
    Lust draught
    Mind soother​
    Nasrin
    A young woman you found lurking in the hospice basement. She claims her stepmother had her committed under false pretense of demonic taint.
    She has a soft, cute face, with a slender button nose, a plump, slightly protruding upper lip, and large almond eyes with bright amethyst irises. Her brown skin has a natural bronzed sheen. Black hair is cropped short, flat and wilted, curling slightly inward just beneath her jaw. Whether from malnourishment or the treatment she was on, her body is boyishly slim and without definition.

    She is wearing a silver-trimmed, dark-blue cloak overtop a loose-fitting stained woolen tunic and striped pleated skirt, concealing her white linen hospice gown. Loose-fitting boots adorn her feet, suitable for the snowy ground. You remember seeing a thin black string around her neck, likely part of some hidden jewelry.
    Affection: 10
    Trust: 9
    Lord Astley
    An old, and old-fashioned nobleman you met in the psych ward. Though hardly a gallant knight, he remains committed to honourable conduct.
    Attitude: -10
    A House Divided
    Among the psych patients is one Lord Astley, who claims to have been committed against his will so the family can seize his estate. He has requested you find his servant Beatrice, the only remaining member of the domestic staff he believes can secure his release.
    • You have directions to Beatrice's home and the Astley estate.
    • You may be able to sneak His Lordship out of the hospice, but he won't be enthused by the methods.
    • Lord Astley has hinted he will provide a reward for exposing the family's conspiracy.
    Fate's Spyglass
    Following Dr. Radwythe's advice, you've sought out a suitable instructor to hone your seer's gift. Unfortunately, formal education is a bit pricey, and you'll either need to scrounge up enough coin to enroll, or find an alternative tutor willing to work for cheap.
    • Professor Wellig is teaching a course; you will need 5 silver for tuition.
    • A student acquaintance has offered to recruit a tutor from his peers.
     
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    You figure if Nasrin will be staying for the long haul, she should know the local layout for when she isn't in your company. Suiting up for the chill, you leave the house and guide her down the street. It's very much a working-class neighbourhood, the roads partially paved but in varying states of maintenance; by virtue of being part of the Old Town, your particular block is more sturdily-built than the later housing further beyond the Circle Road. As you wind your way through, you recount the notable neighbours you've known: "Grandma" Nousha, the witch that mentored your early foray into potions; Erdem, an old friend of your father's who allegedly served in the expedition against the Beylagan Manticore; jackal sisters Munira and Fadila, recognizable by their peculiar solid-black pelts; Sagi, a jovial man charitable to his friends but with whom one must never engage in financial transaction; Ammon, a reclusive orc who becam a local hero for rescuing a family from a house fire; Etheldred, a stocky, fair-skinned and bright-haired woman rumoured to be a retired adventurer and single mother to seven daughters...

    As you approach a T-junction, you hastily shepherd Nasrin close to the wall down the right-hand side. "Now, this street you want to avoid," you explain, pointing to a house down the other way with a faded blue-and-gold awning. "That's the home of Leon the Lech. He's not dangerous, exactly, he's just..."

    "Leon the Lech," she smirks.

    Noting Nasrin's reactions as you continue the tour, you suspect these are not the sort of surroundings she's accustomed to, and eventually ask her as such. "I guess it depends how you qualify working class," she grins ruefully. "I can't say we would've been friends on the same block, but... well, let's just say I know what it takes for you to earn a living." More family trouble, you suspect, and refrain from prodding further.

    As you're circling back around home, you pick up a commotion and detour down a side street towards a group of people clustered around a figure on the ground. Approaching, you find the splayed form of a striped hyena-morph, roughed up something vicious: blood streaks over the cobblestones out from his mouth, clothes torn and fur matted from deep cuts all across his body. Though you can't make out his breathing from the excited din of the onlookers, from the faint twitch of ears and limbs you gather he's still alive.

    "Oh, thank the gods you're here!" cries Bogos, a stonemason and irregular customer of yours. "They beat him near half to death—you have any potions on-hand? We sent for Qusay but who knows where he is at this time of day..." He ushers you in through the crowd, bringing you right before the victim.

    "Those fucking zealots, I can't believe they'd do it in broad daylight!"

    Up close, the sight is even uglier: half-lidded eyes dance about unfocused and you can faintly hear a shallow wheeze. You're not sure what sort of internal injuries he's sustained, but if they're anything like the surface you can understand why no-one's seen fit to move him inside. Even using both health potions might not fix it all, though at least it should get him stable... assuming you're prepared to chalk the loss in your ledger.

    1. Administer what you can pro bono.
    2. They'll pay you afterwards, right?
    3. Say you have none to spare.​

    Health [8/8]
    Ego [8/8]
    Orientation (Female): 2
    Kink (Bondage): 1
    Aspiration (Wealth): 5
    Affinity (Nobility): -5
    Agility :-1
    Chemistry: 1
    Endurance: 0
    Etiquette: -1
    Medicine: 0
    Perception: 0
    Persuasion: 0
    Seduction: 0
    Stealth: 0
    Wisdom: 0
    Dudly Premonitions
    Your brainwaves occasionally tap into ethereal frequencies, granting you limited powers of prediction. Random chance for minor bonus to Perception checks.
    1 silver
    126 copper
    Doctor's note
    Fleece shawl (worn)
    Overdress (worn)
    Blouse (worn)
    Wool pants (worn)
    Thrift boots (worn)
    Simple underwear (worn)
    Satchel (equipped)
    Alchemical reagents
    Alertness booster
    Anti-toxin x3
    Healing draught x2
    Lover's Salve x2
    Lust draught
    Mind soother​
    Nasrin
    A young woman you found lurking in the hospice basement. She claims her stepmother had her committed under false pretense of demonic taint.
    She has a soft, cute face, with a slender button nose, a plump, slightly protruding upper lip, and large almond eyes with bright amethyst irises. Her brown skin has a natural bronzed sheen. Black hair is cropped short, flat and wilted, curling slightly inward just beneath her jaw. Whether from malnourishment or the treatment she was on, her body is boyishly slim and without definition.

    She is wearing a silver-trimmed, dark-blue cloak overtop a loose-fitting stained woolen tunic and striped pleated skirt, concealing her white linen hospice gown. Loose-fitting boots adorn her feet, suitable for the snowy ground. You remember seeing a thin black string around her neck, likely part of some hidden jewelry.
    Affection: 10
    Trust: 9
    Lord Astley
    An old, and old-fashioned nobleman you met in the psych ward. Though hardly a gallant knight, he remains committed to honourable conduct.
    Attitude: -10
    A House Divided
    Among the psych patients is one Lord Astley, who claims to have been committed against his will so the family can seize his estate. He has requested you find his servant Beatrice, the only remaining member of the domestic staff he believes can secure his release.
    • You have directions to Beatrice's home and the Astley estate.
    • You may be able to sneak His Lordship out of the hospice, but he won't be enthused by the methods.
    • Lord Astley has hinted he will provide a reward for exposing the family's conspiracy.
    Fate's Spyglass
    Following Dr. Radwythe's advice, you've sought out a suitable instructor to hone your seer's gift. Unfortunately, formal education is a bit pricey, and you'll either need to scrounge up enough coin to enroll, or find an alternative tutor willing to work for cheap.
    • Professor Wellig is teaching a course; you will need 5 silver for tuition.
    • A student acquaintance has offered to recruit a tutor from his peers.
     
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    As you kneel down beside the victim, several other people spring into action, gingerly lifting him upright. You explain who you are and what you're doing, holding up the vial. He answers with faint moans and whines and his eyes can't keep focus; he's conscious but it's not clear if he's lucid. With no other option, you uncork the vial and tepidly pour out a few drops as one of the aides holds his mouth steady. Once you're confident he's aware enough not to choke, you slowly administer the rest. It seems to work: his breathing steadies and he can hold his gaze longer than a couple seconds. Fishing out the second dose, you shuffle down to the open wounds, sprinkling a few drops over the cuts to stem the bleeding before having him drink the rest. [Items discarded: healing draught x2]

    After a few minutes' letting the potion take effect, the others set about getting him off the street, and you're swept up by the crowd, moving into a nearby townhouse—a family man's by the sound of it as a voice calls to clear the bedroom as the patient is manoeuvred up the stairs. Immediate crisis over, several of the bystanders depart, clapping your shoulder and voicing their thanks, but quite a few are lingering and the atmosphere turns into a sombre reception.

    "Right in broad daylight," mutters an older woman, "Those thugs are getting bolder..."

    "At this rate we'll have to form a community watch," a man responds, "It was bad enough in the slums—they can't just waltz in here and start the same shit..."

    As you weave through the crowd searching for Nasrin, you catch snippets of other conversations, all focused on whatever prompted this attack. "...they're politically connected, I've seen the ringleaders preaching in the square. No-one's gonna move against them as long as the nobles are on-side..."

    "...I'm just saying, what if they're just overzealous initiates? A word to the top would rein them back in..."

    "...saw enough of this shit in the capital, I thought out here we'd be safe..."

    "...fine if I get mugged in a back alley, but when they do it in uniform then it's a problem..."

    ",,,putting down scum like this back in the Royal Lancers..."

    "...disgusted you would even presume so!"

    "Look, I've never seen him before! D'you remember that break-in two months ago..."

    "...is only gonna get worse, mark my words. Oh, sorry ma'am!.."

    Eventually you spy her through the window, idling outside. What's she doing standing in the cold? Nasrin shrugs. "Figured it was crowded enough. Plus someone had to stand watch for Qusay." She nods to her fellow sentry on the doorway's opposite flank, an unshaven man with a dark curly mop.

    "Speaking of," he says, pulling away to wave down the runner accompanying a stooped, bald-headed man, the unofficial doctor of this quarter.

    "He's really lucky you had those spare potions," Nasrin says, loud enough that you know she's playing to the audience, "He looked like he was on death's door!"

    You grin sheepishly as Qusay approaches, giving you a nod. "How's he doing?" Stable last you saw, the wounds had closed and it seems the shock had worn off. You mention it took two vials, but he was conscious when they took him upstairs. "Good," he mutters. "As long as there isn't magic involved the worst should be over." He steps inside, the other men following.

    "Seriously though," Narin continues softer, "That was a good deed. There are some people who don't think beastfolk are worth it." [Nasrin's Trust +2]

    So you're gathering. With the doctor's arrival, more of the crowd trickles out, but peering inside you see there are still a few hangers-on. You've done your part for the hyena, but you wonder if there isn't any more business for you here..?

    1. Stick around for Qusay's prognosis, and/or to get the story from the hyena's mouth.
    2. It seems like the neighbourhood knows the assailants; ask around for the details.
    3. You've had your share of excitement this outing; head for home.​

    Health [8/8]
    Ego [8/8]
    Orientation (Female): 2
    Kink (Bondage): 1
    Aspiration (Wealth): 5
    Affinity (Nobility): -5
    Agility :-1
    Chemistry: 1
    Endurance: 0
    Etiquette: -1
    Medicine: 0
    Perception: 0
    Persuasion: 0
    Seduction: 0
    Stealth: 0
    Wisdom: 0
    Dudly Premonitions
    Your brainwaves occasionally tap into ethereal frequencies, granting you limited powers of prediction. Random chance for minor bonus to Perception checks.
    1 silver
    126 copper
    Doctor's note
    Fleece shawl (worn)
    Overdress (worn)
    Blouse (worn)
    Wool pants (worn)
    Thrift boots (worn)
    Simple underwear (worn)
    Satchel (equipped)
    Alchemical reagents
    Alertness booster
    Anti-toxin x3
    Lover's Salve x2
    Lust draught
    Mind soother​
    Nasrin
    A young woman you found lurking in the hospice basement. She claims her stepmother had her committed under false pretense of demonic taint.
    She has a soft, cute face, with a slender button nose, a plump, slightly protruding upper lip, and large almond eyes with bright amethyst irises. Her brown skin has a natural bronzed sheen. Black hair is cropped short, flat and wilted, curling slightly inward just beneath her jaw. Whether from malnourishment or the treatment she was on, her body is boyishly slim and without definition.

    She is wearing a silver-trimmed, dark-blue cloak overtop a loose-fitting stained woolen tunic and striped pleated skirt, concealing her white linen hospice gown. Loose-fitting boots adorn her feet, suitable for the snowy ground. You remember seeing a thin black string around her neck, likely part of some hidden jewelry.
    Affection: 10
    Trust: 11
    Lord Astley
    An old, and old-fashioned nobleman you met in the psych ward. Though hardly a gallant knight, he remains committed to honourable conduct.
    Attitude: -10
    A House Divided
    Among the psych patients is one Lord Astley, who claims to have been committed against his will so the family can seize his estate. He has requested you find his servant Beatrice, the only remaining member of the domestic staff he believes can secure his release.
    • You have directions to Beatrice's home and the Astley estate.
    • You may be able to sneak His Lordship out of the hospice, but he won't be enthused by the methods.
    • Lord Astley has hinted he will provide a reward for exposing the family's conspiracy.
    Fate's Spyglass
    Following Dr. Radwythe's advice, you've sought out a suitable instructor to hone your seer's gift. Unfortunately, formal education is a bit pricey, and you'll either need to scrounge up enough coin to enroll, or find an alternative tutor willing to work for cheap.
    • Professor Wellig is teaching a course; you will need 5 silver for tuition.
    • A student acquaintance has offered to recruit a tutor from his peers.
     
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    You're going to be up all night without closure. After a few more minutes' loitering to give the doctor room to work, you coax Nasrin inside. It's nowhere near as claustrophobic as before, and the wife has turned full hostess mode, making what you presume is a recovery meal for the patient while setting out snacks for those still on standby. Ascending the stairs, you enter the bedroom where Qusay, Bogos, and three other men stand attendant, one a cheetah-morph brooding in the corner who eyes you warily. The hyena's clothes are a bloody mess but he's been cleaned up and seems to be resting peacefully.

    Qusay nods at your approach. How is he? "Stable," he murmurs, "Sedate. No magical residue that I can tell so the wounds are probably only physical."

    Nasrin leans in at the foot of the bed and gingerly puts her hand to the patient's ankle. She grins wistfully, ignoring the agitation of the men around her. "He's calm," she states. straightening up.

    "An empath?" Bogos breathes.

    She shrugs. "I've picked up a few tricks."

    So what's the final verdict? "Mostly surface-level lacerations, probably blunt-force trauma although your potions will have cleared up the bruising... I can't speak to his mental experience but he should be back to normal in a day or two." He sighs faintly, and you can't help picking up on the dangling thread. He breathes deeply, eyeing the assembled group. "I never saw the Battle of the Copper Heights, but friends brought back stories. Guerrilla raids on the supply trains had so vexed the Imperial troops that they went berserk: prisoners, stragglers, any skirmisher they caught were tortured and abandoned—or worse, used as bait. There were hangings after that, and the lieutenant was court-martialed, but..." His gaze roams over the hyena. "From the descriptions I've heard, the methods match up."

    "You're saying soldiers did this?" Bogos whispers.

    "Or wannabes. This was symbolic."

    An oppressive silence descends on the room, broken only by the agitated shuffling of the cheetah. You'd heard the mumblings downstairs but you still don't actually know: Who did this?

    "Th' Order," mumbles the head of the bed. Now everyone stands to attention as the patient tries to prop himself up.

    "Easy, friend," Bogos rushes in to coax him back down, "You've been through a lot."

    "Yeah," picks up one of the men as Qusay attends to the now-conscious 'morph, "The Order of... the Golden Cross?"

    "Knights of the Golden Circle," pipes up the other.

    "The Order of the Solar Cross," the cheetah hisses, tail wagging urgently, "A lofty title for a pack of street thugs that decided our kind can fuck off back to the jungle... not that there's any around here, ignorant fucks."

    "Jumped me in the street," the hyena rejoins, "Accused me of a break-and-enter."

    "Lies, of course."

    "They've been terrorizing the slums for weeks now, but nobody thought they'd be bold enough to start skulking the inner town," says the Second Man.

    "Someone oughta stand up soon, or they'll just usurp the whole community overnight," says the first.

    "Yeah, but you just know once a street fight starts the Magisrate'll go after us instead of them. They've got ears with the nobles, and the nobles write the law."

    "Fuck the law," growls the cheetah, "What good is it if we all end up dead?"

    Your eyes meet the hyena's; Qusay has been recounting the situation and Bogos dutifully played up your role; you can see the uncountable gratitude in his face, even if he's a little too woozy to articulate his thanks. Amid the simmering argument between the others, you

    1. pledge to end this reign of terror.
    2. suggest assembling a neighbourhood watch.
    3. doubt you and Nasrin could effect much against a systemic rot.​

    Health [8/8]
    Ego [8/8]
    Orientation (Female): 2
    Kink (Bondage): 1
    Aspiration (Wealth): 5
    Affinity (Nobility): -5
    Agility :-1
    Chemistry: 1
    Endurance: 0
    Etiquette: -1
    Medicine: 0
    Perception: 0
    Persuasion: 0
    Seduction: 0
    Stealth: 0
    Wisdom: 0
    Dudly Premonitions
    Your brainwaves occasionally tap into ethereal frequencies, granting you limited powers of prediction. Random chance for minor bonus to Perception checks.
    1 silver
    126 copper
    Doctor's note
    Fleece shawl (worn)
    Overdress (worn)
    Blouse (worn)
    Wool pants (worn)
    Thrift boots (worn)
    Simple underwear (worn)
    Satchel (equipped)
    Alchemical reagents
    Alertness booster
    Anti-toxin x3
    Lover's Salve x2
    Lust draught
    Mind soother​
    Nasrin
    A young woman you found lurking in the hospice basement. She claims her stepmother had her committed under false pretense of demonic taint.
    She has a soft, cute face, with a slender button nose, a plump, slightly protruding upper lip, and large almond eyes with bright amethyst irises. Her brown skin has a natural bronzed sheen. Black hair is cropped short, flat and wilted, curling slightly inward just beneath her jaw. Whether from malnourishment or the treatment she was on, her body is boyishly slim and without definition.

    She is wearing a silver-trimmed, dark-blue cloak overtop a loose-fitting stained woolen tunic and striped pleated skirt, concealing her white linen hospice gown. Loose-fitting boots adorn her feet, suitable for the snowy ground. You remember seeing a thin black string around her neck, likely part of some hidden jewelry.
    Affection: 10
    Trust: 11
    Lord Astley
    An old, and old-fashioned nobleman you met in the psych ward. Though hardly a gallant knight, he remains committed to honourable conduct.
    Attitude: -10
    A House Divided
    Among the psych patients is one Lord Astley, who claims to have been committed against his will so the family can seize his estate. He has requested you find his servant Beatrice, the only remaining member of the domestic staff he believes can secure his release.
    • You have directions to Beatrice's home and the Astley estate.
    • You may be able to sneak His Lordship out of the hospice, but he won't be enthused by the methods.
    • Lord Astley has hinted he will provide a reward for exposing the family's conspiracy.
    Fate's Spyglass
    Following Dr. Radwythe's advice, you've sought out a suitable instructor to hone your seer's gift. Unfortunately, formal education is a bit pricey, and you'll either need to scrounge up enough coin to enroll, or find an alternative tutor willing to work for cheap.
    • Professor Wellig is teaching a course; you will need 5 silver for tuition.
    • A student acquaintance has offered to recruit a tutor from his peers.
     
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    Just an advance warning that depending on future actions this may wind up on indefinite hiatus: my main work station's carked it and the backup is taking multiple days to complete, meaning I don't have access to the reference notes on market pricing.

    ----

    If these attacks are systematic, and the perps this brazen, why not organize a community vigil? Bullies prey on the isolated; a united front usually wards them off. "Neighbourhood patrols, you mean?" Bogos nods in contemplation.

    "Yeah," scoffs the cheetah, "We'd thought of that. Problem is we're not the ones swinging the swords when the fighting breaks out."

    "Leave her alone," snaps the First Man, "She's just trying to help." He turns to you apologetically. "He's right, though: even if they aren't professional soldiers, they dress up like they are—and that includes their weapons. Not a lot of people are up to facing a short sword with a frying pan."

    "You'd be surprised," mutters the other.

    "Well, something's better than nothing," says Nasrin. "It's like you said," she gives the cheetah a pointed stare, "Either we stand together, or they pick us off one by one."

    The 'morph grins mirthlessly. " By all means, you're welcome to try. It's easy to speak of 'us' in a room of sympathetic ears. In my experience, that doesn't hold up so well on the street."

    Qusay clears his throat. "Perhaps you would like to continue this conversation outside the bedroom..?" The dismissal is clear, and you quietly file out and back downstairs.

    "Well," Bogos gently claps your shoulder, "I for one think it's a good idea. I'll put out the word and see who I can round up."

    The cheetah pauses on his way out the door. "Gimme a shout if you do manage to cobble something together." You can't be sure, but you think his eyes betray a guilty glimmer of hope. [Quest Obtained: Burnt by the Sun]

    You pitch the idea to every ear you can grab, but you know this won't be built in a day and elect to return home. As you conclude the tour in unceremonious anticlimax, you keep thinking back to Nasrin at the bedside: it was an innocuous gesture, but Bogos's comment sticks with you. From your impromptu potions class you gathered she has some practical experience with magic, and after wrestling with your burning curiosity decide to

    1. ask her about it.
    2. leave the question alone for now.​

    Health [8/8]
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    Orientation (Female): 2
    Kink (Bondage): 1
    Aspiration (Wealth): 5
    Affinity (Nobility): -5
    Agility :-1
    Chemistry: 1
    Endurance: 0
    Etiquette: -1
    Medicine: 0
    Perception: 0
    Persuasion: 0
    Seduction: 0
    Stealth: 0
    Wisdom: 0
    Dudly Premonitions
    Your brainwaves occasionally tap into ethereal frequencies, granting you limited powers of prediction. Random chance for minor bonus to Perception checks.
    1 silver
    126 copper
    Doctor's note
    Fleece shawl (worn)
    Overdress (worn)
    Blouse (worn)
    Wool pants (worn)
    Thrift boots (worn)
    Simple underwear (worn)
    Satchel (equipped)
    Alchemical reagents
    Alertness booster
    Anti-toxin x3
    Lover's Salve x2
    Lust draught
    Mind soother​
    Nasrin
    A young woman you found lurking in the hospice basement. She claims her stepmother had her committed under false pretense of demonic taint.
    She has a soft, cute face, with a slender button nose, a plump, slightly protruding upper lip, and large almond eyes with bright amethyst irises. Her brown skin has a natural bronzed sheen. Black hair is cropped short, flat and wilted, curling slightly inward just beneath her jaw. Whether from malnourishment or the treatment she was on, her body is boyishly slim and without definition.

    She is wearing a silver-trimmed, dark-blue cloak overtop a loose-fitting stained woolen tunic and striped pleated skirt, concealing her white linen hospice gown. Loose-fitting boots adorn her feet, suitable for the snowy ground. You remember seeing a thin black string around her neck, likely part of some hidden jewelry.
    Affection: 10
    Trust: 11
    Lord Astley
    An old, and old-fashioned nobleman you met in the psych ward. Though hardly a gallant knight, he remains committed to honourable conduct.
    Attitude: -10
    A House Divided
    Among the psych patients is one Lord Astley, who claims to have been committed against his will so the family can seize his estate. He has requested you find his servant Beatrice, the only remaining member of the domestic staff he believes can secure his release.
    • You have directions to Beatrice's home and the Astley estate.
    • You may be able to sneak His Lordship out of the hospice, but he won't be enthused by the methods.
    • Lord Astley has hinted he will provide a reward for exposing the family's conspiracy.
    Fate's Spyglass
    Following Dr. Radwythe's advice, you've sought out a suitable instructor to hone your seer's gift. Unfortunately, formal education is a bit pricey, and you'll either need to scrounge up enough coin to enroll, or find an alternative tutor willing to work for cheap.
    • Professor Wellig is teaching a course; you will need 5 silver for tuition.
    • A student acquaintance has offered to recruit a tutor from his peers.
    Burnt by the Sun
    A militia calling itself the Order of the Solar Cross has been terrorizing the local beastfolk. With the authorities allegedly turning a blind eye, you have suggested the creation of a neighbourhood watch to deter future attacks in the area.
    • The stonemason Bogos is acting as a recruiter.
    • The Order's monopoly on professional weapons may dissuade people's involvement.
     
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    For now you leave the girl her secrets; no doubt it ties into her enigmatic family situation, and you don't want to press your luck. Returning home, you opt to dodge a complete report to Mom, partly for the sake of her nerves and partly because the episode's left you fairly rattled yourself, and you could use some time to get your thoughts in order. That being said, you figure you'll

    1. give a full brief at dinner
    2. ask your parents what they know about the Order
    3. avoid dragging the family into this​

    It's still only mid-afternoon, but between the fresh aches from your excursion and your mental fatigue you're not sure if you're up for much before dinner.

    A) Spend some time with your sister.
    B) Take a nap upstairs.
    C) Invite Nasrin to relax upstairs.
    D) Invite Nasrin to the bathhouse.​

    Health [8/8]
    Ego [8/8]
    Orientation (Female): 2
    Kink (Bondage): 1
    Aspiration (Wealth): 5
    Affinity (Nobility): -5
    Agility :-1
    Chemistry: 1
    Endurance: 0
    Etiquette: -1
    Medicine: 0
    Perception: 0
    Persuasion: 0
    Seduction: 0
    Stealth: 0
    Wisdom: 0
    Dudly Premonitions
    Your brainwaves occasionally tap into ethereal frequencies, granting you limited powers of prediction. Random chance for minor bonus to Perception checks.
    1 silver
    126 copper
    Doctor's note
    Fleece shawl (worn)
    Overdress (worn)
    Blouse (worn)
    Wool pants (worn)
    Thrift boots (worn)
    Simple underwear (worn)
    Satchel (equipped)
    Alchemical reagents
    Alertness booster
    Anti-toxin x3
    Lover's Salve x2
    Lust draught
    Mind soother​
    Nasrin
    A young woman you found lurking in the hospice basement. She claims her stepmother had her committed under false pretense of demonic taint.
    She has a soft, cute face, with a slender button nose, a plump, slightly protruding upper lip, and large almond eyes with bright amethyst irises. Her brown skin has a natural bronzed sheen. Black hair is cropped short, flat and wilted, curling slightly inward just beneath her jaw. Whether from malnourishment or the treatment she was on, her body is boyishly slim and without definition.

    She is wearing a silver-trimmed, dark-blue cloak overtop a loose-fitting stained woolen tunic and striped pleated skirt, concealing her white linen hospice gown. Loose-fitting boots adorn her feet, suitable for the snowy ground. You remember seeing a thin black string around her neck, likely part of some hidden jewelry.
    Affection: 10
    Trust: 11
    Lord Astley
    An old, and old-fashioned nobleman you met in the psych ward. Though hardly a gallant knight, he remains committed to honourable conduct.
    Attitude: -10
    A House Divided
    Among the psych patients is one Lord Astley, who claims to have been committed against his will so the family can seize his estate. He has requested you find his servant Beatrice, the only remaining member of the domestic staff he believes can secure his release.
    • You have directions to Beatrice's home and the Astley estate.
    • You may be able to sneak His Lordship out of the hospice, but he won't be enthused by the methods.
    • Lord Astley has hinted he will provide a reward for exposing the family's conspiracy.
    Fate's Spyglass
    Following Dr. Radwythe's advice, you've sought out a suitable instructor to hone your seer's gift. Unfortunately, formal education is a bit pricey, and you'll either need to scrounge up enough coin to enroll, or find an alternative tutor willing to work for cheap.
    • Professor Wellig is teaching a course; you will need 5 silver for tuition.
    • A student acquaintance has offered to recruit a tutor from his peers.
    Burnt by the Sun
    A militia calling itself the Order of the Solar Cross has been terrorizing the local beastfolk. With the authorities allegedly turning a blind eye, you have suggested the creation of a neighbourhood watch to deter future attacks in the area.
    • The stonemason Bogos is acting as a recruiter.
    • The Order's monopoly on professional weapons may dissuade people's involvement.
     

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