-ully they can figure out how to stop them."

"So...Yeah." Vauban raised his hand, as if to wave. "This is goodbye. We might meet again if we are lucky. Better delete this after watching. Don't want anyone else getting their hands on it."

The file stops, it's purpose completed, but Vauban's final message still rings, a knell echoing like a bullet ricocheting within her cranium.

Victory laced in blood, Epitaph has left, corvid feathers stuck to her shoes as she stalked out of the Circle.

Banshee had not seen Death's Priestess since then, and now...Banshee grasp the flash drive between finger and thumb, Vauban had fled. His Mind and Soul wounded, his barely healed scars rent asunder by the actions of friend and foe alike.

Even the tainted touch of the Abyss is absent as she calls upon the Watchtower of the Understudies, Purple Glyphs of Fraying Runes weave into being.

Vauban wanted his final message destroyed.

It was the least she could do, sitting in the Theatre.

Alone.



  
Date Action Roll Result
2018-08-27 22:17:53 Banshee rolls 8 to Destroy Object (Death 3 + Gnosis 2 + 3EA) (10 Again) 4, 7, 10, 2, 5, 9, 2, 6, 8 3 successes
2018-08-27 22:17:17 Banshee rolls 1 to dox (10 Again, Chance) 4 failure