Welcome to Glatzburg, nefarious kraut Discocity, capital of deprativity, sodomy and youth-corrupting music. It should all end in a rain of fire and brimstone, but that would eliminate any phat loot hidden in it that our Inquisitor could use. We shall have to purge it by foot.
We decide to begin by investigating the vice-governor. Seems like he wants to climb the social ladder on the backs of the Holy Office.
This might be worth investigating, but it could simply be incompetence on a grand scale on the part of the individual.
Backstabbing vice-governors, incompetent dukes andundead former-governors. Now what does this remind me of?
This can't end well.
Something tells me he wouldn't make a better duke than the current one. Yeah, this definitely reminds me of some other place.
Dumb bitch.
"Insert spousal abuse joke here."
Oh wow, whatever his other faults, vice-president here keeps his bitch in check. I change my mind, we should start investigating the Duke.
Stockholm Syndrome.
Far be it from me to empower feminism. At least the natural order of things is not disturbed in this house
Even the servant looks like a jewmason plotting in the dark. I've had enough of this.
The Cathedral ain't much better. The moment I step in and announce myself and my dog this faggot jumps at me and wants to investigate me. Too bad negro, stopped being a choirboy at the age of 13.
He's either lying, which is unsurprising considering what Vallarian was doing or he's telling the truth which means we are gonna have to cleanse half the town to find any shred of evidence. Either way we get to burn heretics so fine by me.
In before "go clean a city infested with the ghosts of long dead heathens for me"
Who wulda thunk it. At least I got my High Voltage spell now.
The Bishop, despite what D'Arrias said, also rubs me the wrong way. In fact, every clergyman except the ones who sold me potions and Jeremiah proved to be either heretics, prisoners of heretics, vampires or aspiring vampires.
Maybe we should have paraded Vallarian on a tractor around the realm for everyone to hear his confession. Too bad I didn't think of it earlier.
Fuck it, back to the city. I need to make some jewgold and kill heretics.
This sounds promising.
Goddammit, is everyone here a rapist? Fucking krauts.
Oh?
Jesus fucking christ, what is with everyone in this game? Every convo in this game goes like:
"OH MAH GAWD INQUISITAH YOU WANT BEELEEV WAT I SAW LAST NIGHT"
"What did you see my good man?"
"IT WAS HORRIBLAH I WAS SO SKARED"
"What was it you saw godammit?"
"I ALMOST TURNED INTO A PILLAR OF SALT"
"WHAT DID YOU FUCKING SEE?"
Then a wall of text about how they shit their pants and dark figures dressed in baby-flesh cloaks and wielding machetes that they didn't recognise. Fucking Czech bastards.
Finally, paydirt. Either the vice-governor is right or the bitch is lying straight out of that whore mouth of hers. Seems like the Duke isn't man enough to keep his females in check like his underling does.
Might as well jew that bitch. She's probably a lying heretic or the spouse of a heretic, which makes no difference to me.
Too much drama for my liking. She's hiding something, I'm sure of it.
Lastly, we meet the Dook. He doesn't strike me as dumb as I thought he'd be. Maybe spousal abuser and lying whore made an unholy alliance to frame their heretic acts on him. So many possible candidates for the kebab stick.
More
xenos worst turks for us to zap with High Voltage.
The town beggar/troglodyte thanks us for finding his precious amulet and gives us a clue. A trip to the graveyard is planned.
We leave the city and head for a nearby encampment, where the carpenter said that a supposed witch is hiding.
Meet Jeanette, overly talkative witch/rape victim. She claims that Brookwelt, the carpenter, is the sorcerer not she. Seems like we shall have to turn on our bullshit detector.
Or maybe not.
As always, it ends in
violence purging.
Astral Strike, better known as High Voltage is used to deal with the soul-devouring succubi, patron godesses of feminism. A great victory for the patriarchy has been achieved today and the inevitable decline halted for now.
We go back to town and collect a meagre reward from the grateful carpenter.
In the western district of Glatzburg we meet the town Knight-Commander.
This dude also strikes me a bit shady. Maybe I'm being too paranoid.
Here we go again. Get to the fucking point.
Something is fishy here.
WHAT A FUCKING JEW FAGGOT.
Shit. Might as well take some jewgold while we are at it.
Even at the tavern people are haunting me.
Trust no one Inquisitor Jude.
Time for a graveyard visit.
At the graveyard we reach the undertaker's shack after Voltaging our way through hordes of zombies and belligerent hordes of ghosts.
Problem is the troglodyte refuses to come out until all the undead are
dead gone, so chicken-shit are the krauts.
300 zombies and 50 ghosts-worth of xp later
So the whore was lying after all. I begin to see a pattern here. We should
rape torture interrogate all the noblewomen in every town we find ourselves in. The decline is strong in this game.
A horde of ghouls and phantoms later we discover this opened grave, as well as the shred of a cloak. If it belongs to the Duchess we sure as hell got her.
The purge won't be long arriving.