Play@YSDC

She jump in direction of your face with her claws open, but you react in a fraction of time: what do you do?

Alyssa instinctively fires her shotgun, and it this range she can hardly miss. Buckshot rips the old fishwoman apart!

Roll sanity roll; if you fail, loose 1 point.
-Nice shot!- says Patrick.

The room is now all painted with red.
You stop hearing any sound in the house.

Alyssa is sufficiently hardened by now that she is unaffected. "Thanks," she says, beaming in spite of the situation. "We'd better check out those screams. The others could need help."

-Your right, let's go. As soon as you get to the other room, you see one of the locals dead, a soldier wounded and another near his companion. When you enter he nearly shoots you.

Alyssa stops and puts up her hands. "Whoa, easy there," she says. "Here, let me see if I can help." She competently bandages the wounded man, repairing a little of the damage. "There was an old fishy woman in the room we tried, but she attacked me with her claws and I had to put her down."

-There was this guy here with a pistol. He wounded Fred, but I killed him.

You hear someone shouting downstairs.

"Should we go check that out?" whispers Alyssa.

The others agree. When you arrive, you see that the soldiers have arrested two men who are shouting about their rigths. They have the local look.

"Well, that looks like it's under control," says Alyssa. "Shall we continue our sweep of the upstairs?"

You entered in the other rooms. One seem to be a library. Make a spot hidden roll.

Alyssa sees nothing that grabs her attention.

You take your prisoners outside of the mansion. With the morning you see the sun. The village is full of soldiers and the bay with ships. You see that all the locals are been herd to trucks. But some, the normal looking are treated a bit more nicer than the others: they seem passive and in a certain way, happy. The ones with a strange looking don't hide the hate. The ones who hardly seem to be human, are put in different trucks. You still hear an ocasional gunshot, and there is talk about heavy figthing in the port, but the situation seems controlled.
An officer came to talk with you, he says its very important.

OOC: Very well, this scenario is finished. I'm just waiting that we finish the other to write the epilogue. I hope you liked, and thanks for your patience.

OOC: Several manuscrits, and the famous dagger that started all!