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Filbert, Lizzie & Momijii have a most unpleasant experience. Please put your responses in spoilers.
All is black for a while, a long long while.
"Oh dear where is Nurse Agatha?! I need my tinctures..." I tried calling but nobody responds. It's awful I can't move from this chair and I've soiled myself. Did I do something wrong? Where is everyone! The moan escapes my lips, "I need my pills Agatha!" How long have I been crying? Why are my lips so dry, why do I feel so empty? Where are the nurses? Don't they care?!
Lizzie's fuzzy memory of the yellow fog focuses in time.
"Wait...this again?
It ended pretty bad last time, and.... (cue scream)
..and it's time to leg it, of that i'm sure."
With the certainty that alleys can be alleys with dead ends where you're trapped, Lizzie heads for the hill.
Lizzie's sense of self preservation...and the few screws loose from gods know where, lead her up up up.
You look back down the hill you have climbed, the city sprawls out to the horizon. The strange architecture unsettling to the eye. CRASH! With awful loudness the wall to your left collapses, revealing a disproportionately small room. Inside, an ancient Keleshite woman sits on a stool at a simple table. She looks up at you, as if you had been expected. She fiddles with a deck of cards, draws one and croaks in a thin reedy voice "The past sleeps in the doctor’s tome."
Abruptly your surroundings shift and you are awake bleary eyed in the boiler room, unharmed, but bone tired. To your left Momijii is screaming.
"Agathaaa!" trying to look around and find her or any of the nurses for that matter. gods, I hate being confined to this chair. To be able to go to the opera once more; but I'm tired , don't think I'd make it through one.....huh? this can't be right? 'Mrs Freeling' struggles to get out of the chair, frail body failing to respond. Something slowly sliding down the back of her left leg.
You feel as if you are ascending from a great depth of water. Your heart hammers in your chest as you wake suddenly, all around your companions are screaming. Something has attacked Momijii in the night. Maybe it attacked you too...
Anyone who falls afoul of the miasma surrounding her has a dream. Even if you are woken up the next round, the dream will occur in full - time has no meaning in the dream lands.
What do you do?
Damned by what man! What is going on indeed! Agrippa says, grabbing the man by the arm.
Ach! By all the gods. This vexation cannot stand! Agrippa begins ranting I must know what this is! I must know why I am here!
The fog muffles your words weirdly, and time stretches interminably...
Agrippa begins looking around, and failing to spot anything of notice, he begins walking in what he hopes is a straight line.
Suddenly perspective twists, you are Jackson hurrying away from doppelgangers, crossing the quad. There is blood curdling scream from above, a sense of something awful rushing to get you. What do you do, risk dashing across the quad or dive into the potting shed?
Why is the hydrangea shaking? Oh gods is that a zombie?! Aieeeeee!
Agrippa heads towards the shape You there! he calls out.
You open your eyes, you are Calabren Runnelstaub the head chef of Briarstone and you are cataloging the contents of the pantry. Dr Losandro has been entertaining again, the pastries went down a treat. Unfortunately the saffron has run out, the cinnamon has almost gone too. Bother. Wait what are those patients doing here? "Are you lost? The kitchen is out of bounds. Depart at once or I shall call for the orderlies." You reach for a rolling pin, there's something in their eyes you mislike and why are they wearing yellow rags? "Don't you dare touch that cookpot. Put those knives down AT ONCE! Are you insane arrrghhhh!" The cold of the metal shocks you almost as much as the blossoming pain.
Group Therapy!
and you find yourself slipping over the rail. You can hear the captain let out a wry chuckle as you plummet through the darkness. This is usually the point when a normal person would awaken with a start, but this nightmare has only just begun. The fall seems to last a lifetime, but slowly a light begins to drive away the inky murk, a light that reveals itself to be the bright midday sun. Suddenly, painfully, you hit the ground. By rights you should be dead, but sand cushions your fall. You stand and see that you are at the open gate of a clearly abandoned caravanserai in the middle of a desert that stretches in all directions.
After her eyes have adjusted, Luxina brushes off the sand from her clothes, than she looks around for any dangers outside the caravanserai. If everything looks clear, she then picks up her shield from the ground and walks in cautiously with club drawn.
What is this place? Have I been here before? It doesn't look like that city from before.
Luxina peers around the corners of the gate, to see what's inside.
"Easy girl, steady now" reaching down to pat the horses neck while maintaining pressure on the reins, turning towards the movement captured in the corner of his eye. "Now what in the name of Davy Jone's locker is going on here."
The hand he'd patted the horse neck straying back towards the sword he now carried.
What's going on here....
Sure, i'll listen in.
Agrippa drifts over and looks to see what the man is painting.
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He began to reach into the bag for one of the sweet sweet cinnamon rolls when he heard a voice shouting in his mind, Don't do it sirah, I won't have you making things any worse!
The voice was feminine with a strange accent he'd never heard and he thought to himself, Maybe I shouldn't. He started trying to resist the call of the sweets, hard, but the mouthwatering delights prove irresistible and he reached in the bag and took one out, chomping down on it despite the woman's voice crying for him to stop.
The dream repeats itself exactly like this and then the third time you see things from the perspective of Black Perl. You are tired, your coat lathered, your rider had been heavy with the crop. This wasn't normal, usually he was kinder than that but you could sense something was upsetting him. You where passing down the lane when you smelt something rotten like the sea. Something moved, it frightened you and you nearly threw your rider. Then it simply wasn't there and half an hour later you where in your stable and the ostler had a sugar cube.
Time passes, day turns into night and the other horses in the stable wicker softly. Suddenly you are alert, that smell again! Visceral panic starts to take over. You have to warn the men - but how? You are a horse, and the stable door is bolted!
Behind you notice the art teach approach, he tuts slightly and sighs, "Always the same thing Ulver. Could you try and draw something else for once? Perhaps a nice day at beach or something. This exercise is supposed to be calming..." The man ignores him as if the teacher didn't exist, his paintbrush flicking this way and that. Suddenly the work is complete and like a rag doll with it's stings cut, the energy goes out of the man. The energy goes out of him and he is meek and pliant. You know for a certainty this is his only release from whatever inner hell he endures. You also know you've seen him before somewhere...
<snort><snort> that smell, bad things go with that smell <snort><snort> the smell wouldn't go away, pawing at the door and neighing at the handlers wasn't working either.
Turning around Black Pearl lines up with the door and let loose a tremendous kick with both hind feet, shaking dust down as the rafters rattled. A second kick resolved the issue of the door as the splinters covered the handler coming to see what the commotion was about.
Rearing up and neighing loudly he rushes out past the handler towards the offending smell.
Ulver. Ulver Zandalus? Is that you chap? Agrippa tries conversing with the man.
Lizzie follows the lone guy. 1 vs 1 beats the odds of 1 vs many.
Plus, he sounds like a scholarly type, opposed to angry mob type, from what she gathers.