A Cadre of Murderous Brides
DC
4 3
4 3
Intent
Murderous
Murderous
Keywords
Water, Healing (Corrupted), Animal Handling, Empathy, Sound/Song
Water, Healing (Corrupted), Animal Handling, Empathy, Sound/Song
Cinder
8d6
8d6
Strike
8d6 7d6
8d6 7d6
Luck
4
4
On the heels of Mina's caution, the three-headed hound gruffs out a low, warning bark. All three pairs of eyes shift focus, snapping to the darkened windows of the car. Something scuttles across the window pane and disappears. Over the rattling of the train, there's the sound of melodious, but wicked laughter. Then, the lights begin to flicker and it grows cold, as cold as the grave.
The Danaïdes are not subtle. In the flickering florescent lights, a long knife blade slowly slips through the worn rubber seal on the side door. There is a figure, barely visible, on the other side. She gives the knife a twist and cranks the door open, replacing the knife with clammy fingers, the skin whorled and puckered with damp.
The creature lurches inside the car, a mad grin on her face. She bears a fired clay jar with so many holes in the belly that it is really more of a sieve, and a dagger. Four of her sisters follow her inside, equally as sodden, equally as mad.
The three-headed hound wastes no time. He lunges to attack the wayward spirits, quickly occupying three of them. They move to repel the Underworld's guardian with bludgeoning blows from their jars, their bloodied knives, and fell magic. With a naiad bloodline, their waters used to bring healing, but now one can spot old wounds opening on the hound's dark hide. The other two whirl on Max and Mina and their intent to kill is clear.
Thanks to the Cerberus' assistance, three of the five brides are occupied and their battle quickly moves to the other end of the car. The last two will engage Mina and Max and will fight to the death. They are insane, but not without their wits, and will prefer to use magic before their weaponry.
If the group is defeated, the Cerberus will gratefully retrieve these wayward souls and depart.
The Danaïdes are not subtle. In the flickering florescent lights, a long knife blade slowly slips through the worn rubber seal on the side door. There is a figure, barely visible, on the other side. She gives the knife a twist and cranks the door open, replacing the knife with clammy fingers, the skin whorled and puckered with damp.
The creature lurches inside the car, a mad grin on her face. She bears a fired clay jar with so many holes in the belly that it is really more of a sieve, and a dagger. Four of her sisters follow her inside, equally as sodden, equally as mad.
The three-headed hound wastes no time. He lunges to attack the wayward spirits, quickly occupying three of them. They move to repel the Underworld's guardian with bludgeoning blows from their jars, their bloodied knives, and fell magic. With a naiad bloodline, their waters used to bring healing, but now one can spot old wounds opening on the hound's dark hide. The other two whirl on Max and Mina and their intent to kill is clear.
Thanks to the Cerberus' assistance, three of the five brides are occupied and their battle quickly moves to the other end of the car. The last two will engage Mina and Max and will fight to the death. They are insane, but not without their wits, and will prefer to use magic before their weaponry.
If the group is defeated, the Cerberus will gratefully retrieve these wayward souls and depart.