Chapter 7 - Pathogen
The team is sent back into the thicket to hunt for the Baron and open the way.
It's not going well.
Enemy opposition is mounting and it's getting harder for our team of
@vertexwindi,
@Collections Agent,
@Darwin Watterson, and
@Curt Sibling to progress, due to the sheer
volume of enemies and just how fucking big this mission is. Our teams have been exploring for weeks and are really only scratching the surface.
These are not stereotypical fantasy vampires; they are something else. Rather, they are some sort of insectile abomination, in much the same way that the flesh and tentacles were associated with the great one below the estate. The humanoid members of this new enemy type look mostly human, until their thirst takes them....
...Whereupon they transform into terror personified. Is this the ultimate fate of the infected within our own party? Doubtful, for we did not partake of the same revelry these fiends did, but it's very clear that under the wrong circumstances, we could be looking into our own futures.
And
fuck that.
But still, these enemies are tough, and much more aggressive than anything we've faced before. Even our team of bastards can't get through, repeatedly running into locked doors and traps. Eventually, the Kiwis are forced back, but not before slashing and burning a path forwards.
Things are getting worse at the estate, however.
The infection is spreading. Almost half the Kiwis are infected and our limited blood stockpiles are dwindling.
@AnOminous somehow gets himself infected while
already being infected, and
@Shuu Iwamine is immediately blamed. With
@Jaimas and
@Ol' Slag parked outside the Sanguine Vintners and having dibs on the next two bottles so they can
not fucking die, we need to do the unthinkable and send mercy missions into the Courtyard to retrieve additional samples of the Blood for the Kiwis to sup upon.
It's time to break out the old standby team:
@BOLDYSPICY!,
@Solzhenitsyn,
@KidKitty, and
@c-no.
Our team spares nothing in the search, immediately tearing through the opposition like crap through a pig.
It takes some time, but bit by bit, room by room, the Kiwis slice their way through this maze and raid crate after crate of the Blood for their infected teammates. With only a sample taken by Boldy to quench her bloodthirst, the team also repeatedly resists the Crimson Curse, with both Solzhenitsyn and KidKitty resisting the infection multiple times. Research suggests the pair may be immune, and Shuu intends to investigate.
Solz and company show these bastards that there's a reason that nobody sane crosses the occupants of The (the) Kiwi Farms Estate.
As well as the art of dog-hugging healing.
Even C-No gets in on the action in a big way, using his magic powers to drag the enemy courtesans closer so Boldy can cut them to pieces.
It takes time, but the team returns home soonafter with
twenty bottles of Blood. Not a bad haul. When the teams involved rest up enough, we'll gather them up and fling them at the objective once more.
We can't let the infection linger any longer, or it'll choke what passes for civilization out of this god-forsaken corner of this world. The Hamlet and its surrounding lands are a corrupted batch of incoherent madness, but they are
our corrupted batch of incoherent madness. Let all who stand in our way beware, for Autism walks the land.