At Tailor Craig's traveling enterprise...
Sigmund tries to put his experience into words for Tailor Craig's benefit.
"When I crossed the portal, I felt like if I was falling towards a tunnel of eternal darkness, and then, suddenly, colors appeared!. They were everywhere! And a presence came to me and asked why I was there. It was the Aspect of Appeal. He confused me with an old woman, though. Maybe it doesn't see a lot of people there. Did something similar happen to you, Morton? Anyway, I did as you told me, and suggested to it that I wanted to look better, although still humanoid, as I don't want to be furniture. Not that there is anything bad on it, Morton. Then I was transformed, and it sent me back. And that's all the story."
He pauses for a moment, then asks a question.
"By the way, why are you interested in this particular dimension?"
"Well, if I plan to send people into a portal of some kind for money, I had better know what was in it, no? But you've been rather helpful in that regard."
"It was mostly similar for me as well. Darkness, than colors, colors of many kinds and shapes and shades, coming from everywhere, even myself. The figment mistook me for a little girl, but in such a dimension I do not doubt that shape is rather meaningless there. It critiqued my appearance and changed me into this desk, then I came here. The figment knew when I would be leaving, I cannot say if it made the exit itself or simply knew when I would be gone."
"Yes, very good. I was hoping it would be something like that - you two have made me a very happy man, I must say."
As the tailor considers this information, Morton addresses his now-fabulous companion.
"Good Sir Sigmund, the rubber oar was imposed inside one of my drawers and I believe it flew out somewhere, although I didn't see where exactly. My new body isn't quite as mobile as my last, could you perhaps help me find it, or do you best think we just leave it?"
"I have no problem in looking after it. It shouldn't be difficult to find it, after all," Sigmund replies, looking around. He can't quite see the thing, though. Such a pity.
"Anyway, I feel I should reward you both for your efforts. Which would you prefer, the Handbook of Demonic Conduct or a selection of high-quality fabrics?"
Hm. Quite the choice there.
On the deck of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...
Mark continues his fishy business unabated. He's got fifty-eight souls to go, after all.
[Fishing roll: 6]
Ah. Another big one, it seems.
[Opposed Strength: Mark vs. Fish: 4 vs. 6+1]
Mark pulls hard, but he still loses the fish! Pulling up the harpoon, he notices that it's covered in blood. Maybe making it that sharp wasn't the best idea.
Niklas, having had enough of staying in one place for now, goes to look for an armorer's store. Sadly, he has no idea where to even begin to look. If only there were helpful individuals to aid him in this.
As the others go about their business, Scott, noticing the bonfire, loses his composure.
By the gods! Fire on deck! FIRE. ON. DECK!
[Scott strength roll: 2+1]
He tries to lift the catfish-thing or the other fish, but proves unsuccessful. Guess he'll have to extinguish it some other way, then.
[Fire control roll: 3]
The unattended bonfire seems to be slowly spreading! Oh dear!
In the Tomb of Everything...
Darren, intrigued by the girl's words, asks more.
"Why? What's so scary about them?"
She looks at Darren strangely, then sighs.
"They were strange in life - they took me with them to the tombs below, showed me its secrets when I was but a little girl. Now they dwell in the really, really deep tombs, the places they once delved in and then died in, and they frequently come looking for me. Sometimes they see me first, sometimes I see them first. But when they see me, they always yell after me, tell me to come with them, to not wander off. They want to take me to the deepest recesses, and I do not want to follow. They are twisted, changed, as are all the ghosts in the darkest depths. I fear them now, and so should you. Few enter the depths and ever leave, and when the dwellers in the depths come looking for you, you have no choice but to try and run."
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