continue to monitor the gathering of probably hostile townsfolk, listen for any new information or if they manage to organize for anything, and make note of roughly how much of the town is there, and if they're just dispersing on their own or the crowd is growing.
A smallish, familiar looking figure approaches the little stage. You feel as if you have seen this one before.
"If I may?"
"What is it, go ahead?"
"I believe we do not actually have invaders, but rather guests. We've been expecting a contingent from Omega legion for some time now. I waited at the docks for them, but they did not show at the designated location. But, I believe I encountered a couple of the creatures everyone is talking about. I was taken by surprise by how odd they were. I was expecting more ... you know, normal people."
"Omega Legion? Damn it all. Did they have that weird tattoo?"
"I believe they did."
"Well, that's just dandy. Alright people settle down again, settle! For Baldar's Belly! Now listen. They may not be harmless, but it looks like this group was expected. They are supposed to be helping. And you lot chased them off. Good on you. Everyone go home. Go home! We'll get to the bottom of this. I'll send a boy around to let you know. Just, if you see someone from out of town with a big black tattoo of a horseshoe, just send them my way."
With that, the crowd starts to disperse, muttering. Several men of the village remain behind at the leader's bidding. he basically breaks them into two sets of three to go through the town looking for Omegas, to get tehm pointed in the right direction and tooled up. And to keep an eye on any they find. You note that they are armed with cudgels and short swords.
It warms up a bit. still early morning and you are still sluggish, but you could move about fairly normally. It might be a good time to practice with your new senses - get familiar with how you see, as it were.
Do that I guess.
You start to get an understanding of the elemental nature of the world around you. Ground registers as Stone or as Mass, trees register as mass, but also as living, Wood essence. Animals have a sort of ethereal fire to them and are a complex mixture of elements, the sun beats down on you with a strong, steady Energy - an everpresent supply of Fire. And then you look into the Sky. it isn't a simple dome at all.The sense of distances and size hits you like you were falling into the ocean, only more so. You stand transfixed, mind soaring out until even the solid reality of the Grond beneath you is a small speck in the Vastness.
==Durmokh Dumrhysson==
A dismayed voice calls out "The offering!"
Hmmm? What? Oh. Oh.... Sorry, sorry.
Hurriedly stop eating.
"Uh, hmm. My original plan was to get shovels and carts and haul the goop out to the mine. they have a shaft that has been exhausted. We could bury the goop there. I'm sure it will become inert within a couple years. Edmunson was to wait at the shore and direct you to the carts when you arrived. Last night we were discussing an alternative though? Let's see ... something about quicksilver? Exhemer's Dividing! We would need lots of copper and a catalyst, as well as the quicksilver in my lab."
Also soap.
The priest: "Ah, oh. it's ruined. Oh, I'm sorry. I should have set out some bread for this morning. You may as well finish, but come, would you help me set out another offering? We'll need to consecrate it. Wouldn't want to offend any gods, would we?"
The Alchemist: "Soap? What are you talking about? What does soap have to do with Exhem ... may I ask ... what is that odd lump of metal? Where did it come from? Why is it ... twitching?
"This one will try to get the quicksilver in your lab. This one wishes to stress that you should stay nearby and within shouting range of this one or one of his companions at all times."
Time to go play goop explorer and get to this guy's lab. Ask him for directions and then start going there.
"Hmm? Okay, sure. lab's the one with teh silo leaning on it." The Alchemist gestures at the wall in the vague direction of the toxic waste, attention arrested by the heap that was Reggie.
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