"What? Oh, yes, I am a visitor. I came from Albany, actually. New York, you know? Was about to head off to go there when this mess started. Oh dear, that'll be a mess to clean up. Did Mr. Wilde come from New York as well? Maybe the city?"
He just ignored the raving fellow. Probably torn up over seeing his home crumble.
Ask silly questions.
That... doesn't sound familiar, sorry. She wouldn't know, but he sounds like he's from a different place than you are - different accent, y'see. Another country, maybe?
Oxford, raves the young blacksmith, he's a master from Oxford! That was the place! Deirdre stares at him, then at you. She's not heard of Oxford either, clearly.
FUCKING UNRELIABLE REALITY WARPING
MURDER-THOUGHT GO-GO CUT THAT CONTAINER OPEN
[Acting With Initiative: 1 vs. 2]
By the time your murder-thought, confused with all this relatively undirected pain troubling you at all times, manages to try and get moving in the right direction, Mr. Wilde has unfortunately seized the container and secreted it away on his own person, your thoughts scratching at the ground where he stood as he goes to warn the others!
... for a moment you think he might be warning them about you, but then you notice distant bright lights, and slightly less distant bright explosions as the lights come closer. Uh.
"Incoming flying objects!"
Shout to warn everyone whilst running to grab the egg. And hopefully distract Daniels from whatever he's doing.
[Acting With Initiative: 2 vs. 1]
You do manage to grab the egg, and your shouts fall upon rather ready ears, the guard commander turning to the horizon.
[Emergency Response: 1]
Well, she says to the approaching lights as the distant countryside starts to explode beneath them. Maybe today isn't going to be such a good day after all. The others also look up, the last time they've seen anything of the sort being... actually a couple of days ago, truth be told, but still it's pretty unusual.
"Hey hey, not so close! We aren't married yet."
Miner's lung is a bad disease I don't plan catching.
Hmm, this control thing doesn't seem to be working very well. While I advance backwards I think what kind of guidance I can actually give this waste of aliens. And its relationship with the well. Both seem equally unreasonable.
Advancing backwards, that bravest of euphemisms.
[Pulled Up By The Bootstraps: 2]
You turn around and notice that the island of rock you've been standing on has been progressively sinking down and floating into the center of the canyon, having slid about thirty feet down and five feet off the edge. You suppose that explains the rising feeling of dread, then!
As for what guidance you can give, the answer is simple - very limited guidance. Compelling images and intriguing instructions to capture the limited imagination of the more sentient currents, with the understanding that it may be a matter of seconds or minutes before they lose interest and discorporate.
[Otherworldly Contemplation: 3]
As for the well, interesting question. The well is dark and wants to screw you over. The sea is light and wants to eat you. Could they be the logical opposites of each other?
"Yes, that sounds great." I follow wherever she leads.
Stay close. It gets confusing in the dark.
[Where The Sun Don't Shine: 3]
You brush up against algal towers as you head deeper, balancing carefully to keep to an adequate clip as you practice your underwater kangaroo hops, getting to a decent pace as you trail behind the fisher, holding on to her back. Your sense of balance is trained slowly into walking upside down, and your movements grow more natural as you move through the other-swamp, passing banks rich in bony shells, the occasional tiny mollusc landing on your face and examining a patch of it with ticklish feelers before pronouncing it unfit for its eggs and moving along.
The algae die off rapidly at first as you move away from the light, the shapes touching you becoming more stunted and less recognizable, reactive stalks and tentacles touching you several times before retracting, a slight irritation persisting as you move along. Some hops disturb teeming hives of invertebrate bottom feeders, others land on the solid surface of a feeding clam or produce the unnerving squelch of a sponge. A whole unseen ecosystem writhes around you in passing, shrouded in dark and fed by detritus from a source that currently still eludes you.
Eventually the fisher leads you to what looks a lot like a small pond. At best large enough for three to lie in, it constitutes a small break in that a little light comes in through it, a dark and murky reflection forming on the surface.
[An Excellent Spot: 5]
The fisher becomes still suddenly. You are about to ask what the matter is, but she shushes you as well. Over there, her tentacled hand points. Do you see?
You look ahead, and you do notice something - a considerable shadow on the surface of the pond, continuous with a delicate underside and two upside-down paddling feet. Though... not actually upside-down, now that you think about it. The fisher prepares a net. Give her your blessings, mermaid. This may prove to be a good day for catching yet.
Leif Erikson, Miner
- A Word: INEVITABLE
- A Word: APOCALYPSE
- Body Count: 52
- Wounds: 1
- Mead of Poetry (5 shining revelations remaining)
- Enders' Friend: The Grave of Red Clouds Parting
- Reappropriated, Clean Skirt
- Inscribed Wooden Stylus
- Iron spear
- 1.03 gp
- The Box: ?
- Induced Lucidity: the Aftermath, or the New Beginning
- Compatibility: Minding
- Tricks of the Mind: Perception, Memory
- Tricks of the Mind: Engagement, Negation, Abstraction, Prestige
- Tricks of the Mind: the Self, the Other
- Gods of the Underground: Did You Just What
- A Visit From The Stork: Is What You Yes
- The Voracious Dark: Two Deals Made
- The Voracious Dark: The Promised Sixth
- Moth's Flight: Not In Her Wildest Dreams
- An Ancient Sea: The Hedonist's Inspiration
Eileen Minett, Vinyl Collector
- In Living Memory: Yeah She's Probably Dead Isn't She I Think She's Dead Yeah
- Wounds: 3
- Traces of Mischief: Drowned
- The Mirror-Fisher: Mermaid
- The Doom Guard: Consorting With The Enemy
- Exotic serrated zweihander
- White silk bandeau and loincloth
- Inauspicious Day: Off Into The Horizon
- Giant White Mushroom
- A Word: SEA
- A Word: HUNGER
- A Word: CHAOS
- A Weapon: Explosive Cysts
- The Voracious Dark: Three Connections Given
- Tower of the Mind: There's Something To Remember
- The New Queen: And Something To Forget
- Body Count: 1
- The Impromptu Prophecy: ?
- Sweet Little Children: Fond Farewell
Jack Daniels, Karate Man
- Naked
- Red and gold vest and breeches combo
- Leather boots
- Traces of Mischief: 90% Boneless
- Wounds: 2
- 14033 gp (in sack)
- The Flip Side: Uh, Yeah
- The Queen's Guard: Unusual Troublemaker
- 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
- Uncoupled: Strength
- Wooden Door (held)
- The Winding Path of Inspiration: Back To The Drawing Board
- Tower of the Mind: Endless Well of Mystery
- Induced Lucidity: A Garden Well-Tended
- Elongated Affairs: Enemy of the New State
- A Place In History: Vastly Unreliable
- Anglefork Castle: the Great Worm
- The Obsolete Class: Suggested Victims
- 2 rats, crushed
- 1 rat, strangled
- 1 rat, live
- Travels In The Fourth Dimension: Sunday ± 2 Days
- The Impromptu Prophecy: There's A Mountain Higher Than We Knew
- Doomstones: So High Up But Such A Bitter View
- The Majordomo: A Great Divide Between Us Now
- The Voracious Dark: Decreasing Demand
- The Voracious Dark: More Specific Requests
- The Good Doctor: A Recommendation
- Body Count: 3
Thomas Minstep, Insurance Agent
- Troubles In Anglefork Town: Bearer of the Sword
- Wounds: 2
- A Word: ABSENCE
- A Word: GOODBYE
- 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: Sunday, July 25th, 409 S.D.
- The Majordomo: Busy Morning
- The Good Doctor: House Call
- The Queen's Guard: A Reward Well Earned
- Make A Man Out Of You: A Crowning Achievement
- The New Queen: Lasting Gratitude
- Tower of the Mind: Advice Given
- The Obsolete Class: Let Them Be
- The One They Fear: A Satisfactory Contract
- A Place In History: A Worthwhile Associate
- The Box: Absolutely Delightful
- The Flip Side: One of Them
- Body Count: 2
Oscar Wilde, Chemistry Teacher
- A Word: REVELATION
- Wounds: 1
- The Serpent's Egg: Dissemination
- Body Count: 4
- Time-ender's measure (wrapped, yawning)
- 10 m of rope
- Half a candle
- 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)
- A Wealth of Burlap Ribbons
- An Obsolete Class: Trustworthy Individual
- The Flip Side: The Most Dangerous Friend
- The Doom Guard: The Inquisition Moves On
- Tower of the Mind: Get Away
- The Winding Path of Inspiration: The Less Dangerous Friend