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I think I'm going to withdraw from this campaign. The pace is going slower than I'm comfortable with.

Have fun, the lot of you.

Miles wordlessly runs upstairs, entirely uncomfortable with the interrogation.

Miles winces and very pointedly looks away.

Miles peeks over Henry's shoulder to see what he's reading.

Intelligence + Academics: 4d10 + 3d10 ⇒ (3, 8, 9, 2) + (9, 7, 1) = 39

"None from me."

Intelligence & Streetwise?: 4d10 ⇒ (5, 9, 9, 4) = 27 Alrighty...

Miles doesn't say a word; he simply nervously loads the cart up while trying his damnedest to stay calm.

Miles winces before turning to the naked man on the street. "Hey, you! Get in here before the bobbies see your bare arse!"

"Er..." Miles starts to call back into the house. "...there's a rather bewildered chap out here. And he's not wearing any clothes."

Miles nervously does so, now with two pistols.

...at least I'm not having to watch this.

Sorry it's taken me so long to post here... kinda got stung by the election results.

Miles snatches up the gun and stands back while Billy & Henry start slugging the man.

Can't shoot into this. I might hit one of them.

He turns to the door and checks to make sure no one else is coming to investigate the ruckus.

Perception & Alertness: 3d10 + 1d10 ⇒ (5, 8, 6) + (7) = 26

Miles swallows and nervously starts to approach, and when Henry lunges for the pistol, he decides to do the same.

Dexterity & Athletics? (Celerity): 3d10 + 1d10 ⇒ (8, 6, 2) + (3) = 19 1 success?

Miles shifts uneasily from foot to foot. "...I'll admit that I'm more concerned with what he's planning to do with your blood, sir."

"Er..." Miles had been silent, more out of shock and some morbid curiosity than anything else. "...I don't have any questions."

Aside from what on Earth you're going to use those blood-goblets for...

I wasn't getting notifications for this game for some reason...

Miles is rather shocked by Sir Richard's terms of negotiations.

...I'm sorry, you want me to do WHAT?

Miles keeps his pistol levelled at the man. "They won't arrive in time before my associate finishes with you. I suspect you know quite a bit about the Order--considering what they did to us."

Manipulation: 3d10 ⇒ (10, 9, 4) = 23

Miles' hands start trembling anew, and he glances all about nervously. His pistol shakes in his hand.

oh god oh god oh god I can't believe I'm doing this

Miles follows suit.

Perception & Alertness: 4d10 ⇒ (1, 8, 4, 5) = 18
Dexterity, Celerity, Stealth: 4d10 ⇒ (4, 3, 8, 8) = 23

Miles follows, his shaking hands fumbling for his pistol.

"So... um, who wants to go first?" Miles looks around the grounds for guards, policemen, pets, etc.

Perception & Alertness: 4d10 ⇒ (9, 5, 3, 7) = 24

Miles hasn't really had much to say--he's still trying to come to terms with the fact that he murdered a man and has an insatiable craving for blood...

Miles doesn't have much to offer, instead meekly nodding.

"...I suppose..."

Miles was staying quiet, trying his best to not get dragged into the conversation, but when Billy more or less introduces them, he sighs. "Well, I remember I just got off the train from Cambridge... then some bastard cracked me over the skull."

"Right. No point in staying here any longer, I think. We need to get back to town." Miles says, nervously pacing to and fro.

"...preferably without the police noticing us. I need to wash my clothes."

Well, I think Miles has learned that random strangers will happily beat him over the head and cause him pain for no readily apparent reason. Then there's the whole 'dead and reanimated' matter. He's also learned that he's a major threat to ordinary people, especially if he goes hungry.

Miles shrugs. "Honestly, I don't know any of them."

"As to the blood... well, I felt much stronger. And calmer. And I didn't remember what happened beforehand." Miles guiltily looks down at his blood-splattered clothes.

Miles' face turns paler than he thought possible. "...oh."

Considering what's happened so far, anything's possible...

Miles frowns. "So, it looks like an Emil Smo-something or other is responsible, perhaps? Either that or this 'Gregor of the Verdant Flame'."

Miles thinks...

Intelligence & Alertness (Marks of Distinction): 4d10 + 1d10 ⇒ (2, 4, 6, 9) + (9) = 30 2 possible successes...?

Wits (Overlooked Building Areas): 2d10 ⇒ (3, 7) = 10

Ouch.

Hope things get better soon.

Miles swallows (or at least tries to--something prevents him from doing so) and follows suit.

Miles' face turns even paler than before. "...what? No. No, you can't be serious."

It sounds more like he's trying to convince himself more than anything.

Miles' hands are still trembling as he points the musket at the house.

"...I'm not sure whether I should be relieved or even more worried..." He mumbles, trying to keep his eyes on the house.

"What happened back there? When Billy attacked... I don't remember what happened next."

Wits?: 2d10 ⇒ (9, 10) = 19 Well, how about that.

I don't know--did anyone tell him?

And Miles is too traumatized to object...

"Um... well, my father took me on a few hunting trips when I was a boy. I can probably handle the musket."

"...wh-what?" Miles looks quite incredulous and frightened, even with the drying blood on his clothes. "You want to go BACK to the lunatics who kidnapped us and did... did something to us?!"

Miles blinks his eyes when the sheer... madness... finally passes. He feels strong. Stronger than he's ever been. Sated. His clothes are spattered with blood.

"...what the...?"

He looks down. His eyes widen.

"...oh... oh Jesus CHRIST!" He scrambles away from the farmer's bloodless corpse in terror. He can't seem to look away.

"What the bloody Hell just happened?!"

Conscience Roll (If Required)?: 4d10 ⇒ (1, 9, 5, 9) = 24 At least 1 success... I don't think Miles loses Humanity this time, right?

:(

I wonder if Miles is going to get a derangement from this...

Self Control vs. Difficulty 6: 3d10 ⇒ (2, 3, 1) = 6 ...and I botched the living f%%! out of it. Oh... dear.

Sorry to have kept you waiting!

Miles has been unusually quiet as time passed in the farmer's barn. He felt gripped with uncertainty, but all that changed when Billy stood up and lunged at the farmer.

"Wh-what in God's name are you doing?!"

On a side note, are there trees within running distance of the barn? And would they offer enough shelter from the sun that I won't get burned by it if I take shelter under them?

A very bewildered Miles just stares as Henry starts vomiting up the water he just drank. "...oh my..."

What sort of wagon is the man referring to? Is it one with a cover, or someplace where a load of hay can be stashed?

Humanity: 7d10 ⇒ (5, 8, 10, 6, 10, 3, 8) = 50 4 Successes?

Curiously, Miles' lids start getting heavy when the sun starts to rise.

Miles looks rather downcast at the thought. "Well... sorry, Mum, I couldn't make it."

"That'd be very kind of you, sir."

Miles fidgets nervously and looks behind him to make sure they're not being followed.

Perception + Alertness?: 3d10 + 1d10 ⇒ (2, 3, 7) + (7) = 19

"Well, if nothing else, we could perhaps ask whoever lives there where we are." Miles shrugs. Sorry if you're sleeping, chaps, but we REALLY need to know...