WEEK 2 - CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

[maladied]

Let's retire in the countryside
Just as you wish it

Welcome to Hillbury

You come to in an intricately decorated dressing room. For those familiar with it, the style seems to be that of a Victorian manor house, and to those that aren't, even you can tell this is a stately room fit for the elite. In fact, you too, are decorated to match, fully dressed in luxurious suits or dresses, elegant and perfectly tailored, but still somewhat breezy and lightweight for the time period and class it belongs to. Looking outside, you get a view of a rolling and bright countryside. In the far distance, fields of crops and grazing cows can be barely spotted, but all of the nearby landmarks are elegant manors presumably similar to the one you stand in.

Comments

[maladied]

[Klint actually speaks this time. He likes McGillis.]

My mother... She's been sick for a long time. I know she'd been on a sharp decline lately, but I never thought...

[Angus grips his shoulder firmer.]

Henrietta was desperate for a cure. She couldn't bear the thought of leaving her sons behind. Gustav knew we were dabbling in the occult, so he enlisted us to help her perform a ritual to summon something called the Wish Giver to provide her a cure. Instead, it turned her into this beast, and the infection spread as she menaced the townspeople. We tried to simply scare people away, but it quickly became clear a more permanent solution was needed.

[vogelfrei]

[ There is a lot McGillis could say here about the way they were all drawn into this without their knowledge and against their will, but none of that is productive. These people do not matter in the long run. All they stand to gain here is knowledge. ]

And what precisely was the wish you gave that Wish Giver?

[ ... and then, with a start: ] Further, how did the villagers get infected?

[ IS IT HER BITE BECAUSE IT BETTER NOT BE HER BITE. ]

[maladied]

Henrietta made the wish. We assumed it was for her to recover, but given how things turned out, who can say... We also don't know how it spread to the villagers. If any of them had been in contact with her, we would have heard about it.

[So you're probably safe, McG.]

[vogelfrei]

[ Not turning into a were-whateverthisis is at least a good start, we love to hear it. ]

How did you find out about this entity in the first place then?

[maladied]

[Angus shakes his head.]

Lord Barton brought the materials we needed to perform the ritual. He said he learned about it from a friend.

[hardyboys]

[ Mabel makes her way over after getting the tentacle off of her, frowning somewhat at the explanation. ]

What was the ritual, exactly...?

[maladied]

It would take longer than you have left here to explain. Suffice to say we presented an offering of interest to the Wish Giver to make it appear. It's... hungry.

[hardyboys]

[ Have left...? It's a little concerning, but not something she's going to just let go. ]

Just stick with the bullet points, then. What did you offer it?

[maladied]

[Angus opens his mouth, closes it, frowns, shakes his head.]

I.... Can't remember.

[Klint cuts in, presenting Mabel with a wrapped box.]

Thank you for all your help, Lady Mora. There's some bandages in here for all of you, and some individual favors for each of you as well.

[Everyone will get Special Bandages x5 and a Special Prize which can be found shortly in your Reporting TL]

[rosietaintedglass]

How did you come by this ritual in the first place? Even though you were involved with the occult, it should be fairly rare to find something like this...

[Time to dig a little deeper. Is Angus going to make up for being mostly useless in battle—]

[maladied]

Joseph never disclosed the identity of his source. I'm sorry, I wish we could tell you more. Be well.

[And with this, and their prizes in Mabel's hands, the scene starts to fade to black, before in a blink, the six of you are back in [setting], still wearing your fancy outfits and still injured.]