RE: Hell Runners: Neither Snow Nor Rain Nor Demon Hordes
03-06-2017, 05:17 AM
You're pretty sure you understand the inherent risk of Angels. They were servants of the Creator, before the Four Horsemen overthrew him. The survivors were either defectors, or those who were smart enough to hide. And presumably anything associated with the Heavenly Virtues is likewise an issue. But Creatio...
"Who's Creatio?" You ask the figure, thoroughly confused by this name.
"Creatio is the Angel of Creation. One of the very first of The Creator's children. He survived the war by locking himself within his workshop, so heavily warded that not even The Wendigo could pierce them. And now, he has re-emerged, and has begun unleashing that which he has created during his exile. He wishes to destroy you, and claim your cargo for himself. I cannot tell you what you are transporting, but believe me when I say it cannot fall into his hands. Be careful."
With that, the screen flickers off, and the door slides open with a hiss. You are standing in a grand hall in Purgatory, at the end of which sits a simple desk. Seated at it is a young bear-folk, who, judging from the bleeps and bloops coming from his computer, is playing Tetris instead of actually working. You approach him, and he looks up. "Ah, you're the Courier, then." He says, pausing his game. He reaches down, and pulls up a large bag containing approximately seven parcels. He hands it to you, and you nearly crumple under the bag's weight.
Suddenly, it disappears... but you get the feeling you could access it wherever you need to. Like you could summon it with a thought. In fact, as soon as you think about it, it appears next to you.
The bear-folk waves a hand dismissively. "Get going. Those things won't deliver themselves, am I right?"
You really hate Purgatory residents sometimes. They're all so surly.
You step into the capsule, and now, you have seven different sets of coordinates you could enter.
You could go to...
SUPERBIA: Pride
IRA: Wrath
GULA: Gluttony
INVIDIA: Envy
AVARITIA: Greed
ACEDIA: Sloth
LUXURIA: Lust
If you'd like to know more about the circles, you are also in possession of a small pocket guide that briefly describes the various circles.
"Who's Creatio?" You ask the figure, thoroughly confused by this name.
"Creatio is the Angel of Creation. One of the very first of The Creator's children. He survived the war by locking himself within his workshop, so heavily warded that not even The Wendigo could pierce them. And now, he has re-emerged, and has begun unleashing that which he has created during his exile. He wishes to destroy you, and claim your cargo for himself. I cannot tell you what you are transporting, but believe me when I say it cannot fall into his hands. Be careful."
With that, the screen flickers off, and the door slides open with a hiss. You are standing in a grand hall in Purgatory, at the end of which sits a simple desk. Seated at it is a young bear-folk, who, judging from the bleeps and bloops coming from his computer, is playing Tetris instead of actually working. You approach him, and he looks up. "Ah, you're the Courier, then." He says, pausing his game. He reaches down, and pulls up a large bag containing approximately seven parcels. He hands it to you, and you nearly crumple under the bag's weight.
Suddenly, it disappears... but you get the feeling you could access it wherever you need to. Like you could summon it with a thought. In fact, as soon as you think about it, it appears next to you.
The bear-folk waves a hand dismissively. "Get going. Those things won't deliver themselves, am I right?"
You really hate Purgatory residents sometimes. They're all so surly.
You step into the capsule, and now, you have seven different sets of coordinates you could enter.
You could go to...
SUPERBIA: Pride
IRA: Wrath
GULA: Gluttony
INVIDIA: Envy
AVARITIA: Greed
ACEDIA: Sloth
LUXURIA: Lust
If you'd like to know more about the circles, you are also in possession of a small pocket guide that briefly describes the various circles.