Killing sahuagin is the best deterrent we have at the moment, if we're going to halt these attacks. Sorry you won't be joining us. And seriously, son, don't go around talking about how you made a bargain to work for the sahuagin king, or chief, or whatever it is. If these attacks keep happening, there's gonna be a lot of folks looking for blood, and not too fussy where they find it.
The lieutenant points at the door, and you leave (or are ushered out of) the Zhelezo post. You find yourselves in the streets of the wharf - what are you doing next?
It was worth a shot. She was very obtuse. Have you considered trying to sell these breathing apparatuses? Even if you want to keep one, I don't need to breathe. You could see if the other three will sell while we're in town I suppose, or wait til we get to Hupperdook.
Same. I'm going to disable my bag of holding in the morning and reactivate my goggles of night. Unless you have any reason to think we still need the bag, of course.
Hmmm...no, not really. During my rest cycle I'm inert and immobile, but I'm still conscious. I can lose consciousness if I'm gravely injured, but as far as I've experienced it's not just that I don't need to sleep. I physically cannot sleep as an organic being does. As a result, I don't dream.
Usually when I dream I'm me. Showing up to a fight without any armor or getting chased around by circus performers, they always give me the willies. These dreams were different... it was like I was some kind of dog on the hunt, and the scenery seemed to be the real Coast, not some dream-world. Wasn't a nightmare or nothin', but it was something new.
He gives a harsh laugh. Maybe I got bit by a werewolf and forgot about it. Wouldn't be the first time something important slipped my mind.
I wouldn't dismiss any feelings of unease. I may not understand your dreams generally, or this one in particular, but I do know that organic beings possess an inscrutable instinct for when things aren't right. If I had advice to give, I would say not to fret over it, but to be mindful of what about it bothers you. Hells, you have access to arcane arts I've never seen, so anything is possible. Maybe you are a werewolf.
With that, you return to the Loyal Warrior and bed down for the night. Those of you who sleep, that is.
You wake in the morning, having completed a long rest, to the sound of an argument coming from the common room below. It's loud, but muffled from your bedrooms. You think you hear the word 'construct' and 'unacceptable', but you don't hear more.
Persuasion 15
Killing sahuagin is the best deterrent we have at the moment, if we're going to halt these attacks. Sorry you won't be joining us. And seriously, son, don't go around talking about how you made a bargain to work for the sahuagin king, or chief, or whatever it is. If these attacks keep happening, there's gonna be a lot of folks looking for blood, and not too fussy where they find it.
The lieutenant points at the door, and you leave (or are ushered out of) the Zhelezo post. You find yourselves in the streets of the wharf - what are you doing next?
It was worth a shot. She was very obtuse. Have you considered trying to sell these breathing apparatuses? Even if you want to keep one, I don't need to breathe. You could see if the other three will sell while we're in town I suppose, or wait til we get to Hupperdook.
Damn, completely forgot we had those. Good idea, let's look for some buyers tomorrow before we set out.
Where to now? Dunno about you but I'm ready to turn in for the night.
Same. I'm going to disable my bag of holding in the morning and reactivate my goggles of night. Unless you have any reason to think we still need the bag, of course.
I'll leave that decision to you. We travel light and night vision seems handy to me.
On the way back to the inn, Silent will ask Magnum:
Weird question mate - I don't you don't sleep like I do but d'you ever have dreams?
Hmmm...no, not really. During my rest cycle I'm inert and immobile, but I'm still conscious. I can lose consciousness if I'm gravely injured, but as far as I've experienced it's not just that I don't need to sleep. I physically cannot sleep as an organic being does. As a result, I don't dream.
Ah, that...uh... makes sense to me, yeah.
Was having some weird dreams on the road to Nicodranas and I figured I'd check to make sure you weren't having them as well. It's probably nothin'.
Weird in what way?
Usually when I dream I'm me. Showing up to a fight without any armor or getting chased around by circus performers, they always give me the willies. These dreams were different... it was like I was some kind of dog on the hunt, and the scenery seemed to be the real Coast, not some dream-world. Wasn't a nightmare or nothin', but it was something new.
He gives a harsh laugh. Maybe I got bit by a werewolf and forgot about it. Wouldn't be the first time something important slipped my mind.
(OOC: Does this dream mean anything to Magnum?)
(OOC: I don't think it would. Magnum really has no frame of reference for understanding dreams.)
I wouldn't dismiss any feelings of unease. I may not understand your dreams generally, or this one in particular, but I do know that organic beings possess an inscrutable instinct for when things aren't right. If I had advice to give, I would say not to fret over it, but to be mindful of what about it bothers you. Hells, you have access to arcane arts I've never seen, so anything is possible. Maybe you are a werewolf.
I'll keep you posted if they crop up again. And next time there's a full moon we can see if anything happens, eh?
Magnum nods. With that he heads to their lodgings with Silent.
With that, you return to the Loyal Warrior and bed down for the night. Those of you who sleep, that is.
You wake in the morning, having completed a long rest, to the sound of an argument coming from the common room below. It's loud, but muffled from your bedrooms. You think you hear the word 'construct' and 'unacceptable', but you don't hear more.
Silent looks over at Magnum, rubbing his eyes. You hearin' what I'm hearin'?
I believe so, yes. Care to investigate? Or would you rather sneak out of here?
Sounds like an argument so some folk must be on your side. Let's head down, see what they're willing to say to your face.
Silent will buckle on his greatsword's scabbard across his back as usual and start heading to the common room.
Fair enough. Let's go.