From 527369f28022f62bdfc244bfa3ce7fe4b02413bb Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Dejvino Date: Sat, 4 Jul 2026 15:38:03 +0200 Subject: [PATCH] Save game --- session/book.md | 30 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++- session/character.md | 1 + session/session_log.md | 5 +++++ session/settings.json | 4 ++-- 4 files changed, 37 insertions(+), 3 deletions(-) diff --git a/session/book.md b/session/book.md index 85be376..ceb8462 100644 --- a/session/book.md +++ b/session/book.md @@ -155,4 +155,32 @@ Rina whispers: *"That's blood magick. I've seen the signs before. He's not just She looks at you, waiting. -Waits and deliberates, weighing the risk of waiting for the ritual to finish against the danger of interrupting a blood-weaver mid-chant. \ No newline at end of file +Waits and deliberates, weighing the risk of waiting for the ritual to finish against the danger of interrupting a blood-weaver mid-chant. + +## Turn 7 + +Rina rises from the shadows, her crossbow level with the gap in the velvet curtain. She breathes out slowly, waits for the precise moment between the weaver's chanted syllables, and pulls the trigger. The bolt whistles through the air and bites deep into the weaver's throat. He lets out a strangled gurgle, his chant breaking into a wet cough as he collapses forward over the chalk circle. + +Dillion pushes past the curtain, mace raised. The weaver is slumped over his circle, blood pooling around the ritual tools. Dillion doesn't wait to see if he's still breathing; he leaps forward and throws a coil of rope around the dying man's torso, binding his arms and neck with frantic haste. The weaver's movements are weak, his strength fading fast as he struggles against the hempen cords. Dillion cinches the knot tight, pinning the weaver's arms to his sides. + + +## Turn 8 + +Dillion pulls the rope free, the weaver's body slumping lifelessly across the chalk circle. The blood is fresh, dark and steaming in the cool air of the study. Dillion leans over the body, checking for any sign of life, but the weaver is gone. He turns his attention to the dagger. The blade is made of dark, jagged obsidian, its surface etched with fine, glowing runes that pulse with a faint, sinister red light. As Dillion's fingers brush the hilt, a jolt of unnatural cold travels up his arm, leaving his skin tingling. He lifts the dagger from the center of the ritual, noting that the cloth beneath it is soaked through with fresh blood. Nearby, the ritual book lies open to a page covered in frantic, blood-stained scribbles and drawings of the very ritual that just ended. The room is silent now, save for the faint crackle of the censer and the distant sound of water dripping somewhere in the darkness beyond the study door. + + +## Turn 9 + +Dillion carefully pulls the obsidian dagger from the pool of blood, tucking it into his belt. He turns his attention to the ritual book, which lies splayed open on the blood-slicked altar. The pages are heavy with dark, frenetic scribbles, and the ink seems to shimmer with a malevolent life of its own. The drawings depict a creature emerging from a pit, its form a nightmare of limbs and teeth. Dillion traces the lines of the ritual, trying to grasp its true purpose, but the symbols are alien and unsettling. As he studies the glyphs, he feels a deep sense of dread, as if the very words are watching him. He realizes this was no mere sacrifice, but an attempt to summon something far more terrible than he had imagined. + + +## Turn 10 + +Dillion licks his lips, the dark allure of the book warring with the primal fear in his gut. He decides it's too dangerous to leave intact. He douses the edges of the tome with spilled blood and sets it ablaze with a small flame from his flint. The parchment curls and blackens, the sinister symbols shrieking in a way only he can hear before turning to ash in the ritual chamber's heat. With the evidence gone, Dillion and Rina begin a careful sweep of the study, searching for anything else the weaver might have left behind. Their eyes scan the cluttered desk and the stone shelves, looking for clues or treasure. They find nothing but dust and the lingering scent of old blood, though the eerie silence of the room seems to press against their ears, heavier than before. + + +## Turn 11 + +Dillion pauses, the heavy silence of the study pressing against him as he looks to Rina. The young woman's face is pale, her eyes reflecting the fading embers of the ritual book. She pulls her cloak tighter around her, her hands trembling slightly as she gestures toward the dark tunnel uncovered beneath the altar. 'The weaver is dead, but his work remains,' she whispers, her voice brittle. 'The air in this tunnel... it feels wrong. Like something is breathing just out of sight. We have what we came for, Dillion, and we have a survivor to protect. Returning to the Keep is the only way to truly stay safe, but if there's more of this filth down here, we can't just leave it to fester.' + +The weight of her words hangs in the stagnant air. Dillion feels the pull of the unknown, the lure of the secrets hidden within the earth, but the cold dread from the ritual book remains fresh in his mind. Every shadow in the corner of the room seems to shift, mocking his hesitation. diff --git a/session/character.md b/session/character.md index fda5085..b0244c8 100644 --- a/session/character.md +++ b/session/character.md @@ -28,6 +28,7 @@ Searching for a lover who would love him for his feminine side too. Jaggard — a rich merchant whose name Dillion sullied. ## Gear +- Obsidian ritual dagger - Mace (1d6+1) - Leather armour (-1) diff --git a/session/session_log.md b/session/session_log.md index a31959f..7666dd3 100644 --- a/session/session_log.md +++ b/session/session_log.md @@ -52,3 +52,8 @@ - **Late Afternoon** — Bodies hidden. Dillion searches the guards (19 silver, key ring, handbill). Rina finds delivery manifests and a note mentioning "The Weeper" and "H." Dillion takes the loot and moves to the iron-reinforced door. Listens. Opens it safely with a rope from behind crates. Beyond: a dark tunnel sloping downward, humid air, slow rhythmic breathing sound. - **Late Afternoon** — Dillion and Rina descend into the tunnel. It opens into a chamber with a pit at the centre — chains descending into darkness, slow wet breathing from below. A second iron door on the far side. Dillion and Rina skirt the pit silently (DEX 7). Beyond the door: a hallway with a velvet curtain, warm light and a chanting voice beyond. Dillion peeks: a weaver's study, chalk circle with a dagger at the centre. He pulls back to consult Rina. - **Late Afternoon** — Dillion weighs the options — wait for the ritual to finish and snatch the artifact, or strike now. Rina warns it's blood magick. The weaver's chant climbs toward its peak. Decision hangs in the air. +- **Turn 7** — Dillion and Rina ambushed a blood weaver in his study, killing him with a crossbow bolt and binding his body with rope. +- **Turn 8** — Dillion and Rina killed the weaver in his study. Dillion examined the body and discovered an obsidian ritual dagger with glowing runes. +- **Turn 9** — Dillion recovered the obsidian ritual dagger and studied the bloody ritual book, uncovering a terrifying attempt at summoning a dark entity. +- **Turn 10** — Dillion destroyed the ritual book by burning it. He and Rina searched the study but found no further valuables or useful clues. +- **Turn 11** — Dillion and Rina debated whether to continue into the new tunnel or retreat to the Keep, with Rina expressing deep unease about the weaver's unfinished work. diff --git a/session/settings.json b/session/settings.json index 2e2022e..01b8ff8 100644 --- a/session/settings.json +++ b/session/settings.json @@ -1,5 +1,5 @@ { - "active_tab": "play-tab", + "active_tab": "log-tab", "music_muted": true, - "book_page": 15 + "book_page": 11 }