Derilion: Assassination - Choice Nine
A Little Night Air
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I hope you’re keeping well.
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Previously on Derilion: Assassination
If the fog of time has descended upon your memory, below you’ll find a list of links to the previous sections and decisions.
Background and first section is here.
Second section is here.
Third section is here.
Fourth section is here.
Fifth section is here.
Sixth section is here.
Seventh section is here.
Eighth section is here.
Results for the Last Choice
Votes were cast and you chose the Accuracy attribute to test.
So, without further ado, here’s the next part of the adventure!
Derilion’s Attributes
Choice Nine
“Derilion’s Accuracy is 8. I rolled 3 on 2d6 (a 2 and a 1), so Derilion passed the Accuracy test.”
Derilion picked the spear up and weighed it in her hands. It felt well made, and it boosted her confidence.
Not wanting to waste any more time, the Lightbringer threw it and headed to the corner.
As Derilion ran she heard a surprised grunt from the end of the corridor and saw a green bolt smash into the ceiling a safe distance away.
At the end of the corridor was a door she knew went through to the inn's bar and drinking area, lit by a dim candle. She gathered herself and ran towards it. She had a faint recollection of the layout of the room beyond, and hoped she could make it to the front door, before the assassin had a chance to attack again.
Derilion fumbled with the latch for a moment before wrenching the door open and stepping through.
To her surprise, there were still a few customers sitting at tables or leaning on the bar. The innkeeper sat on a barrel, puffing away on a pipe.
The front door was across the room. Had they not heard the commotion? It was possible, though unlikely. Did this sort of attack happen so often that they simply didn't care? Or were they more complicit?
Derilion didn't have the luxury of time to ponder over their innocence or guilt for too long.
She drew her sword and raised her shield, and started to move toward the door, daring any of the patrons to stop her. None did, and she reached the front door without incident. This unsettled her more than anything.
Derilion stepped through the main door and out into the night. Facing her were two mercenaries, who bristled as soon as they she emerged. This was why the taverns drinkers hadn't moved. They knew what was waiting for her outside.
By the weapons they carried, the Lightbringer didn't think they were mages.
"We don't want any trouble," one of them said to her.
"Then sheath your weapons," she replied. They didn't.
"We just want to ask you some questions," the other one said.
"Then why the magic?"
"We knew you wouldn't come without a fight. The magic was just to weaken you."
Derilion didn't trust them, didn't trust anyone.
Feeling exposed, the Lightbringer had to decide quickly.
Can’t wait to see you choose!
Speak soon and stay safe!
Simon