May 26, 2025 6:38 am
OOC:
It wasn't a dream but a memory:
Asher stood shotgun in hand. He knew, it wasn't him, it was like being inside someone elses' skin. He also knew he had to find Kramer. Kramer the ßinehünden, the something had taken Kramer. Killed all of his men. Lead them down here into this nightmare.
Elias, Messer, Connel-Gulbane, and Kowalsky stood in line. Each armed, panting, the air thick with gunsmoke.
Messer turned and shined a light on movement at the far end of the cavern. It was Kramer, Veronica. It was her, and yet it was not her anymore. "Mein Gott!" He gasped. "I swear I hit it dead to rights with the flechettes." There was no visible damage to Kramer, though the bloody mess of shredded uniform indicated at some point it had been damaged.
"We corner it, I bet it stays down if we hit it with a hand grenade." Kowalsky growled in frustration.
"Yeah if those *things* don't slow us down. Keep icy."
OOC:
There is a presence impressing itself on you in your sleep.It wants it. It feels angry, it feels hungry. You are pretty sure it hates everything that isn't it.
Do you fight it? Or do you not fight it?
Rolling Fighting Ability. Or Non-Fighting Ability.
Veronica can roll twice and take the better result. At which point she feels the presence leave her.