Adventure of Doc Holliday 1

Scene 2 of 7 · Dusty Road outside Sheriff Office

The Office of Teeth and Ichor

Doc Holliday

a tale by

Doc Holliday

The Office of Teeth and Ichor

The office groans as the floorboards ripple, white teeth erupting from the wood to gnaw at the pooling ichor. The Preacher’s broken form shudders against the wall, his eyes snapping open to reveal voids where pupils should reside. He is not retreating. He is anchoring his malice into the very foundation of the room.

Preacher

Preacher

I will not be unmade by lead and powder. The debt remains, and the hunger of the earth is patient.

Doc Holliday

Doc Holliday

My trigger finger itches for another pull, but the floor is waking up. If I stay too long, the house itself is going to try and digest me.

Doc Holliday

Doc Holliday

You are a stubborn bit of rot, Preacher. Let us see how you fare when the walls stop holding you up.

The ceiling beams buckle, dripping thick, black liquid that sizzles against the leather of Doc's boots. A silhouette flickers in the doorway, watching the chaos with cold, detached interest.

+ Scene Quest Added

Escape the collapsing office

doc is not by any means agile, what dock is incredibly strong, he makes short work of getting out

SUCCESS (Superb Strength, rolled +2)

The Office of Teeth and Ichor

Doc puts his weight into a single, tectonic surge. The floorboards scream, wood splintering into jagged shards as he wrenches a heavy support pillar clean from its iron footing. He pivots, a mass of unstoppable force, and drives his shoulder through the rotted main door frame. The wood explodes outward, sending splinters showering into the street.

Doc Holliday

Doc Holliday

The house can keep its teeth. I am not staying to count them.

Spectral Saloon Madam

Spectral Saloon Madam

You leave, but the void travels in your shadow, gunslinger. It already has your scent.

As Doc clears the threshold, the office behind him folds inward. The roof collapses with a wet, heavy thud, spraying black ichor onto the dusty road. The Preacher’s distorted scream is cut short by the crushing weight of the ceiling. Doc lands on the porch, his gun lance gripped tight, heart hammering against his ribs. The air outside is cold, biting, and unnervingly silent. A flicker of movement catches his eye near the livery stable.

Quest Complete

Escape the collapsing office

+ Scene Quest Added

Investigate the movement near the livery stable

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