My heretical priest is attempting to look herself up on her magical scroll of sins. #morkborg

We've encountered a lock that requires an admission of shame. We're kinda fucked.

She has 2 sins on the scroll. (1 player chosen, 1 GM chosen) She speaks one, and the shame lock clicks. #morkbork

I'm pretty sure we've broken the priest who brought us here. I'm attempting to convert her with absolutely no tact.

We're past the locks and in the vault. #morkborg

There is an index! I love an organized treasure hoard. I'm all up on some magical cloak in a fancy case. It's giving off a crackle of lightning. It totally matches my eyes.

#morkborg

I just picked the lock to the case with a wooden spoon. #morkborg

I HAVE DONNED THE CLOAK I FEEL LIGHTNING IN MY BLOOD no way this goes badly

#morkborg

The GM confirmed I am spectacular and glittery as I shoot lightning bolts out of my eyes and destroy one of the skulls providing illumination in the vault. I now feel like something is watching me. I suggest we leave.

#morkborg

I am now looking for the most sacred looking thing to steal since my comrades have money & books covered.

There is a mummified cat in an uber-locked cage.

#morkborg

I GOT A CRIT!

The mummy cat is free.

I cuddle it, a fang grazes my collarbone, its eyes roll into view, and it MEWS.

Forever. My love. MY DEATH KITTEH.

#morkborg

The doors to the vault open, and two of the fancy guards of this church are there. There is a flurry of activity.

MOAR LIGHTNING!

Then we run. /end of session

#morkborg