Bloody Hull: A Text Massacre - Post 3 (Patreon)

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[Scene: The shadowed corner of a dodgy pub named 'The Leaky Cauldron,' where ancient beer mats stick to the table and the smell of stale ale permeates the air]

Dr. Mad Monty, a figure of tweed and tangles, is hunched over a stack of ancient, yellowed papers that look as though they might crumble if breathed on too hard. His eyes, magnified by thick-rimmed glasses, dart up as you approach, a spark of mad clarity flickering within.

"Ah, the shadow-borne envoy arrives!" he exclaims, his voice a blend of delight and conspiracy. "Draw closer, my nocturnal friend, and be enlightened by the crackling fires of arcane knowledge!"

Wayward nudges you forward, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "Go on then, ask him about his latest theory. It’s a real cracker, this one. Involves the mayor, a secret society of were-seagulls, and an enchanted chip butty."

Leaning towards Monty, you inquire about his theories, genuinely curious about what this supposed madcap has pieced together in the dimly lit corners of his mind.

Monty’s eyes widen, and he leans in, lowering his voice to a dramatic whisper. "It's all connected, you see! The treacle—that sticky, sweet treacle! It’s not just for puddings anymore. It’s a metaphor, a delicious, gloopy metaphor for the power that seeps through Hull’s very foundations. And you," he points a trembling finger at you, "are here to stop it from gumming up the works of our quaint little apocalypse!"

Wayward chuckles, shaking her head. "He’s got a way with words, hasn’t he? Almost makes you forget he’s barking mad. Or is he?"

Monty suddenly stands, sweeping his arms in a grand gesture. "But wait, there’s more! You, my curious creature, have been sent here by forces most arcane—by whom, you ask? The answer lies in the old fish market at midnight. There you must seek the Codex Piscatorum, the fisherman’s tome of deep truths. It whispers of your origin and your mission!"

He pauses, eyes gleaming. "But beware, for you are not the only shadow in this game. Others seek what you seek. Others who fear the light of truth you might uncover."

Wayward’s expression turns serious for a moment, her gaze intent on your face. "Looks like you’re caught up in it now, love. And speaking of catches," she adds, her voice lowering into a playful tone, "how about after all this, we grab a chip butty ourselves? Could do with a bit of greasy sustenance after all this heavy, treacly business."

You’re left to ponder Monty’s words, the weight of the task settling on your shoulders. It seems your journey through Hull’s sticky treacle of secrets and lies is just beginning.

What Do You Want to Do Next?

• Head to the old fish market to search for the Codex Piscatorum.

• Investigate the local were-seagull population to see if there’s any truth to Monty’s ramblings.

• Consult with the local vampire council to gather information and possibly allies.

• Take Wayward up on her offer and delve into some local cuisine while discussing your next move.

• Go on a solo exploration of Hull’s shadowy streets to get a lay of the land and perhaps overhear some useful gossip.

Wayward stands by, her expression a mix of curiosity and anticipation, waiting to see which path you’ll choose in the intricate dance of night that is Hull.