Tell Danica to move over, she's been giving you the eye the whole ride.
Zan. For the LAST time. WHO is Danica?
Look to your left.
That's the boatman.
Now look down.
His feet?
On his shoe.
....
See her?
The...pigeon?
The pigeon? THE pigeon? She has a name, Wrenmae. Her name is Danica. I'm really starting to worry about the way you view the world.
I can't be racist against pigeons.
I have some startling evidence to the contrary
THEY'RE PIGEONS! GODS DAMNED ANIMATED PETCHING DEAD PETCHING PIGEONS!
Good thing that was to me. I don't think her family would understand...and they outnumber us.
They also can't understand Common
To YOUR knowledge. Maybe they can also understand telepathy and body language.
I'm not having this conversation.
Because the cold fear of truth has crept into your brain? Because the realization that these crafty thieves have been playing us as fools the moment we SAW them has finally dawned on those ever evil eyes?
Evil eyes?
That's what you took away from what I said? Evil eyes? Shyke. Self centered much?
Shut up. Just. Shut up. Shut up from now until sunrise.
Silly Wrenmae. We're going into a hole in the ocean. There IS no sun underwater.
That's the POINT
The point was to make a stupid suggestion?
SHUT UP!
Iggy will understand me. We're brothers, he and I.
Iggy?
My bro name for him. Bro, short for brother. You wouldn't understand. You don't have one.
He's your brother now?
More like white, soupy, retarded cousin...but yes. Brother...or as I say. Bro Iggy....or if I feel playful, Briggy.
We're done talking.
Sure. You're not legit enough to jive with me and Briggy anyways.
Stepping into the labrynth, Wren was quiet, marshalling his will not to stomp on one of the awkwardly moving undead pigeons that had followed them. He and Iggy resembled more the leaders of somewhat flightless, tiny shields than the explorers they had purported to be...and no doubt the sailor who had taken them over would have some significant tales to recount.
Meanwhile, they stood in the entrance of the strange new structure, watching the water twist and turn in paradox and obvious magical influence.
Ignotus spoke, and Wren listened, nodding.
"In my experience, one does not often trap places of living or worship. One traps tombs or places that have things worth taking. Let's try the left path, shall we? The more danger we are apt to face, the greater the secrets buried beyond."
He gave a smile and nod to his fellow hypnotist. In truth he'd been surprised when Ignotus had stopped him at the docks and asked to accompany him across. Originally Wrenmae would have traveled alone, used to the solitude these days. Ignotus was insistant, however, and so Wrenmae had relented.
The nuit had proved his worth and talent many times before and now would be no different...the only trouble was if they came across only one item of value.
Wrenmae cracked his knuckles, glancing back at Ignotus before nodding at him to send his pigeons first.
Well...if it came to that, perhaps they'd need to settle on an 'agreement'.
This PC has the Blight gnosis. As such, you as a player need to be aware of what that consists of. Wrenmae has an invisible aura that amplifies sickness and disease. Wounds may become infected, small sneezes may become coughing, and a slight fever may become more serious. A nuit's body will also break down faster in the presence of the Blight. These effects may not be immediate, but within the few days following your encounter, the symptoms will manifest. Some sooner than others. I cannot control your character, so creativity will be left up to you. Best wishes and stay healthy!
Special shoutout to
Fallon for my new CS