Turn 34 BeginsDamn it. It's a trap!
"Jack, we're leaving. Also, knit me some animal plushes. Big scary ones."
Jack pauses for a moment.
"Hey, how about you actually tell me what's going in? What's with the book? And the traps? You're keeping me in the dark here, and I'm not just gonna go along with what you say if you don't tell me what's happening. That's not how I do things."
He looks around, and begins to knit animal plushies. If he is successful, he doesn't give them to Mana just yet, demanding some form of explanation.
Jack nods, giving the plushies over to mana, of course, if he is successful.
"Alright. I'll trust you with this."
"K. Now which way are our party members"
Ask the book what direction they are, and lead us to them.
Now that he's been let in on the situation, Jack begins to frantically knit animal plushes.
[5+1]The floor is soon littered with with numerous somewhat half-baked plushes in the shape of "menacing" animals, such as small crocodiles, hounds, lions, and snakes. In total there are two of each, adding up to eight total.
Mana asks another question of the enchanted book, receiving an answer almost immediately.
[2]Rather than said answer being pertinent to her question, she instead finds the pages are filled with an endless amount of blurbs written in third person by someone (or something?) named
Arcodo. Looks like they're on their own for now.
Behind both of them, a previously locked door swings open to reveal total darkness.
I'll head towards the exit. Look for anyone else in the group to join up with - this is really, really bad.
While his teammates aren't terribly unnerved by this turn of events, Osmond feels as though he needs to leave
immediately. He babbles briefly to those around him about something being "wrong" before bolting from his seat toward the nearest exit- in this case, the way back to the lobby. Just as Osmond vacates the auditorium, Nix finds his way back to the box and takes a seat next to Antony. On the stage, the "coronation" appears to be near its end. The "king" stands to make a speech. True to form, nobody hears a thing.
The disquieting chill sweeping over the audience gets progressively more intense as moments go by, until it's so palpable that the air itself seems to thicken. The curtains close on the stage. Instantly, the petrifying sensation in the air returns to whatever horrid place it originated from. The audience(save for those in the box seats)clap and holler uproariously.
The Sellswords find themselves wondering just how long that lasted- it seemed for what was perhaps only a moment that the boundaries of time itself twisted and frayed.
Turn 34 Ends