Inside a temple of Velusius...
Kevin tries to speak, shifting himself in various ways and trying to vocalize as best as he can - however, he doesn't seem to be able to make any sound at all with his throat - something seems to be very wrong with it now. This is most unfortunate.
At the shipwreck-rich beach of Mothdale...
Sigmund tests out his new limb-hat, and finds it to be most stylish, if woefully inadequate at grabbing things, being composed of legs, wings and tongues sewn together with much regard for fashion and little for practicality. Thus disappointed, he decides to pop off and explore the town, slinking off the beach and hitting the streets. Rolling absently through crossroads and not bothering with trying to find any particular way to go, he ponders the town - there do appear to be quite a few residents living here, even if the town looks mostly empty. They invariably look very vacant, and many appear to be singing at the moment.
The townspeople, of course, only make up a certain proportion of residents - there also appear to be ratlike people and very strange dogs walking around the streets. Occasionally Sigmund passes by a whole bunch of buildings that seem to have burned down. From the looks of it, he's guessing some kind of popular revolution happened, and he suspects he would see a guillotine or something if he rolled far enough.
Scott, meanwhile, tries to get that dang shipwreck to light up! He finds that the inspiration isn't coming to him, though, and neither is any melodrama! Truly these are dark times, and they begin to appear darker still when he notices that Sigmund appears to have buggered off someplace while he wasn't looking. Also, that other skeleton, Mark, seems to be sitting by the seaside doing absolutely nothing while he is trying to get something done here! Truly, life is quite unfair right now.
In a mostly empty room...
Intrigued by this small point of light, Niklas tries two methods of grasping it that come to mind - first, with his leg hand. He puts the awl away and moves it to the point, and the feeling of something coursing through him becomes stronger still, like a violent shaking of his very soul, in fact. And though this is a slightly desirable result, Niklas does believe he wants more out of this. So he tries to mentally engage whatever curious enchantment might be in place here, attempting to grasp it with his mind.
[Niklas' will roll: 6]
This seems to have been exactly what he wanted - the very act of attempting this seems to make the very room shake violently, and the stone of the walls becomes, he finds, unquestionably his, in a way. His mind experiences a strange sort of high as he becomes mentally one with the wall, his stone prison becoming a veritable extension of his own body. As he rides out the feeling of becoming far, far more than he was before, he notices the shaking of the walls intensify, the stone construction practically bursting with ill intent stemming from his mind.
He suspects this will end in a way that is nothing short of miraculous, to be honest.
On the Second Shank...
Disregarding the voice for now, Morton commences the Single Thought Chant, tuning his mind to the very specific concept of healing oneself through continued renewal. The image becomes stronger with each chanted syllable, and the sound of the gub's whispers quickly fades away, as do any considerations of his surroundings. The specifics of the healing meld together over time, crystallizing into a single concept that encapsulates the basics, as anything other than that is beyond the scope of the Single Thought Chant. Still, it's not like Morton is in any position to mind overmuch.
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Topic: Life Begins At Death - Epilogue: We Live And Live Again (Read 564963 times)