The tavern room is a portrait of ruined luxury. Splintered wood and settling plaster dust hang thick in the air, muffling the chaotic sounds of the street outside. In the center of the debris, the Scholar rises with eerie grace, his panic replaced by a cold, sharpened focus that makes the air turn frigid.
Scholar
You carry the weight of a thousand sins, Arch Angel. But the pass to Oakhaven holds something far worse than your lost divinity.
Wolfie
He’s not just a courier. Nobody touches a beacon like that without being a target, or a hunter.
Wolfie
Spare me the riddles. My patience for cosmic dramatics hit its limit three kingdoms ago. State your business or step aside.
A shadow falls across the threshold of the shattered doorway. A figure clad in jagged iron armor steps over the wreckage, his helm crested with scorched raven feathers. He draws a serrated greatsword, his eyes burning with a hateful, familiar luminescence.
Iron-Clad Stranger
The Arch Angel hides among mortals, yet he cannot hide his scent. The Oakhaven pass shall be your tomb, Wolfie, and your grace will be my trophy.
+ Scene Quest Added
Survive the ambush by the Iron-Clad Stranger
“.... What? ... Who are you supposed to be again?”
SUCCESS (Legendary Willpower, rolled +2)
Wolfie
I really do not get paid enough for this. Who are you supposed to be again, the neighborhood watch?
Wolfie
Another divine lackey with a shiny sword and a superiority complex. They really do recruit from the bottom of the celestial barrel these days.
Iron-Clad Stranger
I am the silence after your song, traitor. I am the end of your weary retirement.
The iron stranger swings his greatsword in a wide arc, pulverizing a bedside table into splinters. The force of the impact shakes the very floorboards beneath Wolfie's feet.
Wolfie
He is fast, but he is sloppy. He wants a show. Fine, I will give him a finale.
Scholar
Do not waste your breath on him, Arch Angel. He is already dead. We are both merely waiting for you to realize it.
“*He yawns* Oh wait so you're a ghost too? ... I really need to learn to let the past rest, so they say... *He mummers to himself, something about letting go, and bollocks*”
SUCCESS (Legendary Willpower, rolled -2)
Wolfie
Oh, wait, so you are a ghost too? I really need to learn to let the past rest, as they say.
Wolfie
Bollocks. None of this is worth the headache.
Wolfie lets out a long, deliberate yawn that seems to deflate the tension in the room. Before the Iron-Clad Stranger can descend again, Wolfie traces a shimmering circle of violet light into the very air.
Wolfie
Ciao.
With a casual shrug, he tips backward, letting gravity and arcane artifice claim him. He falls through the floorboards as if they were made of mist, leaving the Scholar and the armored zealot staring into the rapidly closing void.
Quest Complete
Survive the ambush by the Iron-Clad Stranger
Fault Removed: Trusting