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The heavy frowns of focus and stress the guards wore grew deeper. They were doing the best they could, but most had never encountered any foe that was non-human and they were under heavy pressure. Not only because they were afraid –shaking in their boots, their hands trembling—or because they were more than aware they could not let some monstrosity run rampant in fair Andaris –their families lived there too, after all—but also because letting the thing escape would get them in some trouble with the unreasonable officers, and because the Becomer could just become something or someone else, becoming undetectable. It affected their reasoning, their otherwise steady hands. It brought them to panic, to rush their attacks, to fumble when reloading their crossbows, to sweat bullets, and to forego tactics.

Ultimately, the Becomer managed to avoid most bolts shot at it, and quickly gained height and speed, rapidly putting great distance between it and its attackers. The Venoran Lord asked them questions that really showed he was not a man with military knowledge, but none of the guards could blame him. They could be annoyed, and they were, but they could not openly bite sour comments his way.
“Too far away,” one managed reasonably polite. “Wouldn’t hit even if we did shoot. Bolts wouldn’t reach either.”
Others nodded, but none were just standing around. The man in charge swiftly picked two knights to stay behind with him, while the others were to pursue the beast and capture it. That last bit was optional; killing was also allowed. Either way, the Lord was right, the Becomer could not be left roaming the city.

The ones that stayed behind began gathering testimonies, and scoured the area, assessing the damage, as well as looking for clues that could be used to identify the Becomer, or help the Hand track them down. One provided medical aid to those in need of it, though it seemed that apart from one of the neighbors who’d been cut by some broken glass no residents were hurt.

Yana meanwhile, was slowly limping through the house of the Becomer, gritting her teeth and making her way to the front door. Her whole body was hurting. She was bleeding, though that probably was the least of her injuries. She had no bones to break, no organs to lose, but that did not mean she was immune to pain, nor did it make her undying. It made her harder to cut, yes, painful to punch too, but heck, all of those still hurt. That she had been thrown against a couple walls did not make things better in the least. Well, at least she wasn’t emitting light. Things would have gotten far worse if that Dora had chosen not to fight with her dagger. She’d have been more unpredictable, and should she have picked the Yludih up and thrown her around like a ragdoll… She shivered. Damn, it was cold.

She only noticed Tristan when he spoke to her, too focused on not collapsing on the floor, on placing one foot in front of the other. She did try to answer his question with a snarky remark, but her jaw felt too painful to use, so she settled for looking at him with a fairly dirty expression. No, she was clearly not all right. It was nice that she was allowed to keep the purse though, she’d charged way to less nel for this job. It had turned out far more dangerous than anticipated. As far as she was concerned, Tristan had gotten his life saved at a bargain price. “Thanks,” she creaked, spitting out some blood. Short answers worked.

The first aid knight arrived in the doorway, the leading steward in tow. He pointed at Tristan before his gaze settled on the Yludih, his expression tightening. The both of them approached, and the steward took the Lordling aside, while the medic came to support the mercenary.

“Want me to patch you up?”
“Do you have a female medic?” she asked, not because she was unwilling to undress in front of a man, but because she wasn’t too sure in what state her chest and abdomen were. Those had received particularly hard kicks, and she’d rather not be revealed as a Yludih. Worst case scenario it would give her a few bits of time to either get away, or check her injuries herself first.
“Ehh… No,” the man spoke, “ But I can leave the kit here if you want to do it yourself?”
She nodded.
“All right. Bring it back when you are done,” he said, placing the first aid kit in her hands, then turning around to leave.

Tristan had been led to a more private area by the steward, who was now giving the young Lord a serious look.
“Lord Venora, first, my apologies for doubting your words earlier. I thought you were having a bad trip. Please forgive me.” He bowed his head briefly, and then moved on to more important matters. “I would like you, as a key witness, to describe these events as accurately as you can. We can do this here, or at the headquarters, but I would rather do it now when it is still fresh. It should not take too long. Any personal details will not be made public, don’t worry.” He paused for a moment. “So, Lord Venora, can you tell me what exactly happened here before we arrived?”
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Well, Tristan thought, as the guards informed him that Dora was already too far away for their bolts to reach them, if shooting her didn’t work, they should just try to follow her on the ground to get an idea where she was going. She was still visible, but getting further and further away from them with every passing trill, and they were wasting precious time. He was about to tell them that when he noticed that they had decided to pursue Dora of their own volition. Well, he thought, that was a surprise! Maybe they had just read his mind!

While the guards that had stayed behind gathered testimonies, Tristan positioned himself so that he wouldn’t be in anybody’s way (too much) and watched the proceedings with unmistakable interest. When Dora had changed into that monkey thing he had feared for his life, but now that the danger seemed to be over, he couldn’t help but be fascinated and envy her, and he also wondered if Becomers could change into something other than ugly monkeys as well. He wasn’t too fond of the fact that it seemed to involve cutting body parts off though. He rather liked himself whole and in one piece!

“I’m not hurt”, he informed the two knights that approached them before he pointed at Yana. “She is hurt though. She kept the monster busy while I got help.” Still, he followed the steward, figuring that maybe he also wanted a little more information on the Becomer.

“I don’t really do such things”, he replied as the steward told him he’d thought he had been having a bad trip. He’d tried some of his cousin’s magic powders once, and it had been quite an enlightening experience – he had hallucinated and seen a dragon, among other things – but all in all he very much preferred to indulge in other vices, and he wanted the man to be aware of that! He wasn’t a drug addict, no, he drank a lot of alcohol!

“I honor Ilaren, if you know what I mean. As for your apology, there’s nothing to forgive. People have assumed worse things about me.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Anyway, I don’t mind telling you what happened now”, he continued and wondered what exactly he should tell the man. He was suddenly a little reluctant to talk about the events that had led up to his visit to Dora’s house – he didn’t want Yana to get in trouble because she already seemed to be in pretty bad shape. As for the fact that he’d nearly slept with the Becomer? He absolutely wasn’t ashamed of that, but still …

“I found out that the Becomer had an interest in a certain possession of mine quite by chance”, he claimed – because thumbs were a possession, right? “Since I didn’t want to visit a woman that was potentially dangerous alone, I hired her. When we reached the house, I didn’t find a dangerous madwoman though – at least I didn’t think so at the time.”

“We got along remarkably well – until she suddenly started to change into some sort of monster and threatened to maim me. She wanted to cut off my fingers so that she could use them for her magic. I don’t know what exactly her intentions are, but it is entirely possible that she wants to infiltrate the nobility of Rynmere.”

“Either that or she was completely enamored with me and wanted to sleep with me or literally become me”,
he mused and smirked before the expression on his face darkened again. “You need to find her! She’s probably out there now, thinking of how she’ll get a hold of my fingers after all – and looking for other people to maim!”, he pleaded with them.

Unfortunately Dora Duim would still be on the loose two seasons later.
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Story: 5/5
Collaboration: 5/ 5
Structure: 5/ 5
Knowledge:

Bladed Combat: Sword: Aiming for vital locations in monsters
Bladed Combat: Sword: Surprise attacks
Detection: Noticing signs of unhappiness when someone speaks
Detection: Minute changes can help spot deceit
Endurance: Maintaining a fight can be exhausting
Endurance: Fighting stronger opponents
Endurance: Fixing a dislocated jaw
Interrogation: Help them to relax first
Investigation: Determining lies by visual cues
Location: Dora Duim's house
Navigation: Finding a house from the address
NPC: Dora Duim
NPC: Dora Duim: Tristan wants to meet her
NPC: Dora Duim: Quite overwhelmed by Tristan
NPC: Dora Duim: Claims thumbs are needed to shapeshift magically
NPC: Dora Duim: Really likes Tristan's thumbs
Tristan: Intrigued by Dora Duim's fetish
Tristan: Would like to learn how to tail someone

Loot:
Payment from Tristan: 30gn for initial job + Coin purse with 47gn in.
Fame:
+10 (you're a hero!)
Devotion:
None
Magic:
These points may NOT be used for arcana
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Points!:

Story: 5/5
Collaboration: 5/ 5
Structure: 5/ 5
Knowledge:

Bladed Combat: Stiletto Dagger: Eye strike
Intimidation: Tell them how skilled you are
Location: Dora Duim's house
Negotiation: When they want your thumbs, offer your toes
NPC: Dora Duim
NPC: Dora Duim: Beautiful
NPC: Dora Duim: Looks like Ilaren
NPC: Dora Duim: Thumb-stealing pervert with curves in all the right places
NPC: Dora Duim: Quite overwhelmed by your visit
NPC: Dora Duim: Thumb fetish
NPC: Dora Duim: Yours are the most beautiful thumbs she's ever seen.
NPC: Dora Duim: Claims thumbs are needed to shapeshift magically
NPC: Dora Duim: Really likes your thumbs (really really)
NPC: Dora Duim: Turned into a Dora-gorilla hybrid
NPC: Dora Duim: Has a dagger called "Thumblade"
NPC: Dora Duim: Is a Becomer (shapeshifting magic)
Seduction: You've got the moves and you know it.
Seduction: Give them what they want ~ twice if it's thumbs.
Storytelling: Giving evidence
Storytelling: Keeping it factual
Tactics: Hide evidence which might make you appear like a murderer!
Yanahalaqah: Lady One-Eye to you
Yanahalaqah: Believes Faith manipulated you
Yanahalaqah: Believes Faith is 'harder than stone'
Yanahalaqah: Irritated you
Yanahalaqah: Didn't want to join in with you and Dora
Yanahalaqah: Demanded your money

Loot:
Loss of payment to Yana
Fame:
+10 (you're a hero!)
Devotion:
None
Magic:
These points may NOT be used for arcana

Overview:

Story Oh, you two write together so well - I laughed aloud more than once during this thread! An excellent, quirky, wonderful read. I loved it! Such a lot of fun. Yana, you handled the NPC very well, I was never in doubt who was speaking or anything like that. The two of you played your pcs and it was just a great story! Excellent writing.
Structure No issues at all.

Please do PM me if you think I've missed anything or you have any questions!
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