In the streets of Shriekpot...
Sigmund, realizing Kevin can't really help him, tries to walk over to Gunther Gunnarson's shop.
"I will try to overcome my... issues. I know of a place. Follow me."
He slowly shambles, trying his best not to buckle under the weight of his passenger, eventually reaching an intersection. It appears to stretch off into thousands of directions. It's also spinning rapidly. In three different directions.
Yes, Sigmund thinks he'll lie down now. He sighs, splaying himself over the cobblestones, then agonizingly curling up into a fetal position.
In the guard HQ of Shriekpot...
Niklas, supposing that obtaining the necessary information is quite desirable, agrees to the proposal.
"Always with the waiting in this town! Fine, I'll be here."
He walks out of the building, standing at the steps leading up to the entrance. A few minutes pass. Then, something happens. There is a flash, somehow invisible yet still incredibly disorienting, and Niklas feels like he has been turned inside-out, and that the world around him has done the same, but in a whole other direction. He is forced to his knees by the sudden, violent burst of something utterly ineffable, and he feels... wrong, somehow. More than usual, at any rate.
In the engineers' quarter of the City of the Dead...
Darren tries to follow the path of the scurrying, poking thing, and realizes after briefly giving chase that it, and probably a whole lot of other, similar creatures from the looks of it, seem to be hiding within a tall pyramid-like structure, about the height of a two-story building. Occasionally more metallic creatures emerge from within it, heading off in a certain direction or simply going in a circle around the pyramid before going back inside.
In the cargo hold of the Second Shank...
Scott, not put off by immediate failure, steadfastly attempts to drag Mark rather than carry him, making full use of the fact that he's currently quite snugly held within a sack.
[Scott's strength roll: 4+1]
He can quite easily drag him around, actually. He thinks that a wooden slab would only hurt his ability to do so, honestly, considering that he needs to pull him up at least one flight of stairs.
At Brenwicke's Books...
Morton, hoping beyond hope that his buddies haven't gotten themselves hideously mutilated again, tries to mine for more information.
"O-Oh dear, do you know who? This is absolutely dreadful. Did the guards say anything about it?"
"Um... not to me, no. I did hear something about a criminal or something, though."
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Topic: Life Begins At Death - Epilogue: We Live And Live Again (Read 561859 times)