Thomas shook his head as he pulled one last clinging fish from the guard. "If you're done playing around, can we get on?"
Get on with it
[Get On With It: 6]
Indeed, says the Worm-knight with some derision, and the guard coughs out a lungful of water in similar approval. So you should be going along in... wait, you say. You think you hear something. It's hard to say
what you hear, or even whether you really
hear it as such. It's like a slight twinkling you find, settling in your jaw as it sets your teeth on edge.
[Immediate Orientation: 4]
It's not in the town's direction, you notice. Instead, over there, you think... where the trees get thin, and the ground has turned black... there's something there, you notice as you start walking in line behind the Worm-knight, who looks back at you, seemingly not having noticed anything at all.
"Oh come on now. You really want to go through all this trouble for a stoat? Haul him back into the castle and he'll probably escape and eat your face in the night. Happened to my sister, you know. I've been itching for a little payback ever since. Give me five minutes alone with this one and you'll never have to worry about it again."
[Raising Good Points: 6]
On one hand, you do have a point in that the last time they had a prisoner like this it did escape and try to kill the queen! And that's not at all acceptable by any definition of security. The guard considers this. But on the
other hand it didn't actually hurt anyone terribly severely when it did, and the castle did get an incredibly grisly public sacrifice of the stoat responsible to whatever god of endless terror the captain worships.
She turns to the stoat, thoughtfully scratching her chin. How would it like to be part of an incredibly grisly public sacrifice to a god of endless terror? The stoat shrinks back very noticeably. That's a no, the guard assumes. Bit of a shame, she says, that last one was pretty impressive. Surely it heard the thing howl and beg for mercy out in the field, yes? In human words, no less! You notice the stoatman's expression change. In quite an unexpected way, no less. Impotent anger only barely repressed by fear. The look of a man who knows he's about to die, more than likely.
Tell you what, the guard says, you can have this one. But she gets to look as well. Least she can ask for, if not for herself, then at least for all the people who-
You, the guard and even the stoatman hear somebody screaming at you from a distance. It's Mr. Wilde, approaching fast. Seems he has some Words for you.
"Guessing that's a no or something then! Best of luck, I put a handhold in the cavern ceiling if you need it!"
Guess I'm back to extradimensional cheating. Ah well.
Let's do the finding of the unimportant people for the purposes of well information. Go to the servant's quarters again and say that one girl I took away earlier wanted help with something from whoever I pick, maybe.
[Warm Welcome: 4]
The good news, you find in the servants' quarters, is that they don't quite put two and two together when you pipe up about wanting to abduct more people for your sinister purposes.
The bad news of course is that there's still no way in hell anybody would willingly go with a naked guy they saw straight-up eat a stoatman whole in the courtyard and heft a whole person like a feather. Who also appears to have undergone a round of self-mutilation, has been seen in the company of the second-scariest people in the castle (only by virtue of having personally outpaced them in obvious menace, mind you), and possesses both a very literal death stare accompanied by a strange darkness behind the eyes that alternates between horrifyingly devoid of human sentiment and disturbingly inviting.
Point is, you score really quite uniquely high on basically any metric for stranger avoidance, and oddly enough nobody who's stupid enough to engage you in conversation seems to have any idea what you mean when you mention that lady whose name you never bothered to learn. Even when you mention her calling you an idjit, which you think would be specific enough.
"Perfect. Just perfect. In that case, do you think you could get your hands on a ten-foot pole or something similar? Oh, and a light source, possibly climbing equipment, or anything else which could be useful. I need to find someone quickly - meet you back here in a few minutes - thanks!"
Go hunting for Ms. Minett; I need to have a chat about Words.
Thinking of searching around down there? She'd really advise against it, if only because she'd rather not go down there with you. There's basically nothing good in there at all if half of what she's heard has some basis in fact. But she can get you some stuff. Especially if you can wait until the guards inevitably decide to loot the siege camp and countryside for needed supplies. Before that might be a little tricky. But since you are some kind of summoned champion of the powers that be, she guesses she'd better try anyway, right?
Having agreed on this, you split for now, your attention turned to finding one Ms. Minett.
[Look Alive: 6]
You shout for her quite loudly for a bit, but there's no response, so you climb on a roof and shout for her from there - somebody tells you to get down from there before you hurt yourself, so you then climb on top of the castle wall and shout- oh wait, there she is on the field. Excellent! You go and find her, making sure to shout for her not to go anywhere, as you and her need to have some Words! You make sure to stress this at a polite 90 decibels and a tone sufficiently lacking in friendliness to not attain an ironic menace.
"I'm pretty new for this minding business, like... wait, umm, it hasn't even been one day since I learned this? Whatever. I want to treat your wounds, but as Lee said, it may be wiser to move somewhere else for now."
Untie the poor man and carefully give him a piggyback ride wherever Lee sees fit to lead us.
While he doesn't really have any working feet, and his one remaining working hand is a little flimsy as well, his starved arms and legs do lock around your body with a drowning man's desperation as you lift him out of the chair and put him on your back. He seems to be hanging in there just fine as you experimentally walk around the room. Lee, judging this to be sufficient, takes a look downstairs. Coast is still clear, so the three of you go downstairs.
The broken man seems extremely intrigued by the disemboweled stoatman on the ground, pointing at him with his working hand while emitting a slightly inarticulate sound of joy. Oh, he says! Joyous day! Tell him that he suffered before he died! Relay to him an ode to how he drowned in his own blood! Lee shoots him a sharp look while heading for the front door, but the man seems to not notice, next pointing to the other stoatman. Aha! A live one! Could you take him closer, please? And give him something sharp!
Leif Erikson, Miner
- A Word: INEVITABLE
- Wounds: 3
- Sturdy Falchion
- Improvised Quarterstaff
- Body Count: 1
- All Broken Up: Bloody Exciting
- Damp and moldy fuel
- Reappropriated, Clean Skirt
- Inscribed Wooden Stylus
- Iron Spearhead
- 1.03 gp
- The Box: ?
- Tower of the Mind: Convenient Relocation
- Induced Lucidity: A Concert For The Gods
- Compatibility: Minding
- Tricks of the Mind: Cormick's Condescending Riddle
- Tricks of the Mind: Perceptual Rebuke
- Tricks of the Mind: Erikson's Inexplicable Grapefruit
- Tricks of the Mind: Speak With The Mob
- Tricks of the Mind: Headfirst Dive
- Tricks of the Mind: Lend Them Your Limbs
- Tricks of the Mind: Out of Sight, Out of Mind
- Tricks of the Mind: Erikson's Seeds of Discontent
- Party in the Courtyard: Celebration in Earnest
- Never In: Swallowed By The Pit
- Gods of the Underground: Did You Just What
- Labyrinths of Anglefork: Tunnel-Literate
- The Voracious Dark: Two Deals Made
- The Voracious Dark: The Promised Sixth
- Moth's Flight: The Great Escape
- Troubles In Anglefork Town: More Lethal Than Anticipated
- The Secret Life of Stoats: Harnessing Potential
Eileen Minett, Vinyl Collector
- Wounds: 3
- Reclaimed Hooded Robe (worn, torn)
- Inauspicious Day: Impending Execution
- Giant White Mushroom
- A Word: SEA
- A Word: HUNGER
- A Word: CHAOS
- A Weapon: Explosive Cysts
- Origins: Witness to Dissolution
- Tower of the Mind: There's Something To Remember
- The New Queen: And Something To Forget
- The Queen's Guard: Bringer of Doom
- Touch of Flame: the Secrets of Flammability
- The Voracious Dark: Three Connections Given
- Stone's Glory: An Uncivil Disagreement
- Body Count: 1
- Never In: Change of Priority
- Labyrinths of Anglefork: Tunnel-Literate
- The Flip Side: Crippling Indecision
- The Impromptu Prophecy: ?
- Sweet Little Children: Fond Farewell
- The One They Fear: Largely Irrelevant
Jack Daniels, Karate Man
- Naked
- 14033 gp (in sack)
- The Queen's Guard: An Alignment of Interests
- Wounds: 1
- Powers of the Beyond: Gardener of Thoughts
- Dusty Wooden Speaking-Trumpet
- Crossbow Bolt (in throat)
- A Word: REND
- A Word: SILENCE
- A Weapon: Murder-Thought
- Traces of Mischief: A Bisected Left Kidney
- Traces of Mischief: Ruined Left Hand
- Uncoupled: Strength
- Wooden Door (held)
- The Majordomo: ?
- The Winding Path of Inspiration: Deep Into That Darkness Peering
- Tower of the Mind: Endless Well of Mystery
- Induced Lucidity: A Garden Well-Tended
- Elongated Affairs: Enemy of the New State
- Doomstones: ?
- A Place In History: Vastly Unreliable
- Anglefork Castle: the Great Serpent
- The Obsolete Class: Suggested Victims
- 2 rats, crushed
- 1 rat, strangled
- 1 rat, live
- Touch of Flame: the Second Degree
- Travels In The Fourth Dimension: Sunday ± 2 Days
- The Impromptu Prophecy: There's A Mountain Higher Than We Knew
- The Voracious Dark: A Source Provided
- The Voracious Dark: More Specific Requests
- The Good Doctor: A Recommendation
- Labyrinths of Anglefork: Suspended Above
- Body Count: 3
Thomas Minstep, Insurance Agent
- Excellently shaped grappling hook (42 meters of rope attached)
- Wounds: 3
- A Word: ABSENCE
- A Weapon: The Sword They Fear
- Traces of Mischief: Nausea's Depths
- A Bowl, Black and Knobby
- Anglefork Castle: From Another Time, Another Land
- Gross Incandescence: Partly Illuminated
- Tight Leather Pants (worn)
- Incredibly Tight Blue Dress (worn, mutilated, mildly provocative)
- Travels In The Fourth Dimension: Saturday, July 24th, 409 S.D.
- The Majordomo: Busy Morning
- The Good Doctor: House Call
- The Queen's Guard: A Noble Mission
- Make A Man Out Of You: A Crowning Achievement
- The New Queen: Awkward Savior
- Tower of the Mind: Advice Given
- The Obsolete Class: Let Them Be
- Cruelty-Free Foods: Treats Survived
- The One They Fear: A Satisfactory Contract
- A Place In History: Finding Glory
- Body Count: 2
Oscar Wilde, Chemistry Teacher
- A Word: REVELATION
- This Is The End: A Grim Prophecy
- Inauspicious Day: Fateful Messenger
- 1 rat, skinless and smoked
- 6 gp
- Poor Misshapen Dice
- Lock of Hair (unidentified)
- Iron nail, unused
- An Inauspicious Key
- Burlap Foot Wrappings (worn)
- Burlap Hand Wrappings (worn)
- Moth-Eaten Hat (worn)
- Respectable Brown Skirt (worn)
- Old Brown Waistcoat (worn)
- Bright Yellow Tunic (worn)
- Blue Shards of a Probable Bottle
- Blue Glass Shiv
- A Wealth of Burlap Ribbons
- An Obsolete Class: Trustworthy Individual
- The Flip Side: Procurement and Provisions
- The Doom Guard: the Inquisition
- Tower of the Mind: An Interruption
- A Frightening Door: An Understanding
- The Voracious Dark: Backed Away
- The Winding Path of Inspiration: The Measure
- The One They Fear: Largely Irrelevant