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EXT. Coffle - day

The party comes in on a main road. It's a short walk into the gates. A guy passes on a horse on the way in, but he's in too much of a hurry to acknowledge them.

RHU
(muttering)
Egotistical city person, thinks he's too good for everybody...

The city is much bigger than anything they've seen before, nestled around a harbour and possibly something of a trading hub, though it's unclear if this would actually be apparent at this point. The city's lamps appear to be somewhat advanced - either magical or electrical.

Two guards stand by the gate and give the party strange looks, but don't say or do anything else.

RHU
(to guards)
Hello! Do you know where we are?

GUARD ANDRE KELSOF
No! I have no idea!

Andre backs away slightly. The other guard, Darien Versouss, looks at his companion suspiciously.

AMADI
(muttering)
I know where we are.

RHU
Ah, well. Same here, I suppose. Is there a good inn in town?

GUARD DARIEN VERSOUSS
This is Coffle, by the way. Seat of Deslan. Which I'm sure you've never heard of.

GUARD ANDRE KELSOF
Ugh, more?

RHU
Pleased to meet you, Seat of Deslan. My name is Rhu, and I am a servant of Hazz'ridan the Magnificent. My companions and I are from normal places via Sarathi, which is full of holes.

The first guard gives Rhu one look, groans, and leaves.

RADEK
Well, I'm sure you've never heard of electrical power, so perhaps we can both be disappointed.

AMADI
I'm not from there. I'm from elsewhere.

Rhu watches the guard walk away.

GUARD DARIEN VERSOUSS
Coffle is the seat of the country. Deslan is the country. Ignore him. He's tired of visitors... like you.

GREIBEL
Why does a country need to sit down?

RHU
Oh! My apologies. Why so? Have there been a lot of visitors lately?

The Gravedigger
(muttering)
Hrmph. Visitors have a choice.

GUARD DARIEN VERSOUSS
Not so many. Just enough to try the nerves with these questions. Each time, always the same. 'How do I get home?' 'Where is this?' 'Do you have a gate?' 'Excuse me, but where'ś the terminal?'

AMADI
Questions are important. You shouldn't... should... Questions. Ask questions.

RADEK
Oh? Interesting.

GUARD DARIEN VERSOUSS
We actually did have a gate, you know. Went down shortly before you lot started coming in. Fancy that.

AMADI
What time is it?!

Amadi fidgets.

GUARD DARIEN VERSOUSS
20 to seven, my lady.

AMADI
Oh.

Amadi turns from the guard sullenly.

RHU
When did 'we lot' start coming in? And, err... where ''is'' the terminal? Do you have a satellite uplink around these parts?

THE GRAVEDIGGER
They don't have one. Wrong world. We're at the other end of the cosmic drain.

RADEK
Does that mean you've never encountered outsiders who seemed... less than educated?

GUARD DARIEN VERSOUSS
Woah, slow down, will you? This was about three years ago, and if I even KNEW what a terminal was... satellite, now there's a new one. As for 'less than educated', you could work for the council. And yeah, there's been a few. That's why we got so many guards here, mostly. It's like some had lost their minds, others never even had them... 

RADEK
Not surprising.

GUARD DARIEN VERSOUSS
hy, we got a guy just last week who seemed convinced he was a dog. Mighty hairy, too. Maybe he was a dog!

RHU
Any cats?

AMADI
(muttering to herself)
Tastes like burning. Minds wandering off, answers without questions... There's the taste. Burnt. Cut off the tongue.

GUARD DARIEN VERSOUSS
My lady, are you quite okay?

Amadi turns her head to the guard.

AMADI
(dryly)
Are you?

And then she turns back.

RADEK
Would you say that you've never seen someone like us who was impressed by whatever passes for high technology in this, er... "city"?

GUARD DARIEN VERSOUSS
Hah. High technology? And what might that be?

RADEK
How should I know what you consider advanced? I arrived here yesterday.

GUARD DARIEN VERSOUSS
I'm a guard, not a technologist. They pay me to look pretty and drink.

RADEK
(he sighs)
Do they all ask about 'terminals' and 'computers'?

GUARD DARIEN VERSOUSS
Some.

RADEK
And the others?

GUARD DARIEN VERSOUSS
Quite a few on about 'proxies' and 'avatars', too. Usually it's just home or passages.

HAZZ'RIDAN
(in Rhu's mind)
Mind the present. There's something here.

Rhu looks around.

RHU
Who said that?

HAZZ'RIDAN
(in Rhu's mind)
You know. You have always known.

Rhu looks astonished, and his eye go wide.

AMADI
(to Rhu)
Voice. Did you ask a question?

RHU
What? Sorry? No. Yes. Hang on. I think I just heard Hazz'ridan's voice inside my head. He said "Mind the present. There's something here.
(Rhu looks at Darien again)
He must mean you.

AMADI
I can hang. Swing. Ropes and ladders and air and dancing.

HAZZ'RIDAN
(to Amadi)
Mortals... useless, the lot of them.

AMADI
(she giggles)
But they're fun!

AMADI
Wouldn't be half so fun if they knew everything. Questions are... answers. Important.

HAZZ'RIDAN
(To Amadi)
Try not to have too much fun with these, dear sister.

AMADI
It's not my fault! I... was dreaming... Now I'm here.

RHU
Tell us more about yourself, Sir...? Are you a native of this town?

GUARD DARIEN VERSOUSS
No, I'm a native of the moon.

Darien looks at Rhu suspiciously. Rhu looks around to see if there's anything important that they missed. ''(rolled 25 perception)'' It's mostly just normal city. Some folks are watching, others doing... city folk things. There's a guy with a pigeon on his head standing in the middle of the road further down.

RHU
(not really paying attention, since he's distracted by his search)
Mhmm, is that right? Which moon would that be?

GUARD DARIEN VERSOUSS
Brains, you heard of them?

GREIBEL
Ouch. Burn!

Rhu keeps looking around, although every once in a while his eyes drift back to the pigeon man.

THE GRAVEDIGGER
Excuse him. He's a little insane and people can live on moons where we come from. Is there anyone that can tell us about the Cataclysm? Scholars or magisters?

RHU
Ah, yes. What? Sorry? Oh. Not right now, please. Yes, you're clearly not who Hazz'ridan is talking about. Thank you all the same.

AMADI
Shouldn't live on moons. Bad dreams.

Darien looks up at Gravy, startles slightly at the sight of his head, and then nods gratefully.

GUARD DARIEN VERSOUSS
You can try the temples, or the College. Philosophers might know more, but they're generally pretty... well...

Darien looks skeptically at the guy with the pigeon on his head.

GUARD DARIEN VERSOUSS
Loony?

AMADI
Asking questions. Always. Nothing good can come of it. Knowledge is bad for you.

RHU
(to Amadi, not taking his eyes off pigeon man)
Knowledge is good for you. An unknown path is just a road. You can't discover the dead end until you know the whole road.

Amadi shakes her head sadly at Rhu.

GUARD DARIEN VERSOUSS
There's also Nadrine - a newcomer like yourselves, who speaks of wayfarers and rarely makes much sense. But she's still alive, if you want to give her a try.

THE GRAVEDIGGER
Thanks.

Darien nods again and turns to yell at the guy with the pigeon on his head, who runs off into an alley.

RHU
(shouting after the fleeing pigeon man)
WAIT!

RADEK
We have a diverse selection of madmen at our disposal. Of what consequence is another to add to our collection?

AMADI
You don't know. Be glad.

RADEK
You're not turning me off knowledge, girl. Just the company of lunatics.

A pigeon lands on Greibel's head.

Greibel looks up cautiously.

GREIBEL
PIGEON HEAD! YEAH!

Greibel strokes its beak.

The pigeon leans foward and pecks at the porridge.

GREIBEL
Hey now, you guys play nice.

The porridge opens up and eats the pigeon.

GREIBEL
Hmmm... hungry little fella.

Amadi
(smiling at the porridge)
Tastes like burning.

The porridge beams at Amadi without eyes.

RHU
I think we should go after that guy!

The Gravedigger shrugs.

THE GRAVEDIGGER
Then you better get running.

RHU
Okay. Don't leave without me!

Rhu takes off after the pigeon guy and chases him into an alley.

The others follow after Rhu at a walk.

Amadi frowns, and nods to Greibel and the porridge on his shoulder.

AMADI
Your friend has the gist of it, you know.

The porridge jiggles.


EXT. Dead end alley - day

Rhu corners the pigeon guy at the end of an alley. It's a bit dark because the buildings are pretty close together.

The guy is just sort of staring at the wall, with pigeons landing all around him.

RHU
...excuse me? Sir?

The guy doesn't respond. Then a pigeon lands on Rhu's head as well.

PIGEON PHILOSOPHER
(screaming)
HEAD PIGEONS!

He and starts trying to claw through the wall.

RHU
Excuse me. I... I think you might be important to my ques- hey!
(yelling)
GUYS! A LITTLE HELP HERE!

Rhu tries to restrain pigeon guy.

Another guard pushes past Rhu and grabs the guy, pulling him away from the wall.

GUARD ALEX KAREKOV
Again, Freidel? Really? You know the mushrooms aren't good for you...

RHU
Hey! Be gentle! He's... important!

GUARD ALEX KAREKOV
Sure, sure, he is. He's also due for a nice lie in the dungeons to sleep it all off.

Alex pulls the guy past Rhu.

RHU
Where are the dungeons? What's his name? Who are you?

Alex ignores Rhu and heads off, half pulling, half-dragging the guy.

The pigeon philosopher mumbles about pidgeons and holes and the nature of spinach.

The rest of the party catches up.

GREIBEL
(after the philosopher being dragged away)
Pigeon head guy! Shame, we had so much in common

PIGEON PHILOSOPHER
Waffle head moose!

He waves at Greibel.

Greibel smiles.

RHU
Holes! He said holes! Something about holes!

PIGEON PHILOSOPHER
Ooooo, that sky. What a sky. What a...

Rhu follows the guard/pigeon guy combo to the end of the street and sees which direction they head off in.

Amadi yawns.

RHU
I think we should follow the guy! I think he's important!

The porridge gurgles.

AMADI
He had head-pigeons. If I gave advices I'd... flowers? Why isn't this a dream?

THE GRAVEDIGGER
So we're gonna follow voices in your head? Eh, whatever. Let's go talk to the guy with pigeon-poop hair, then.

RHU
To the dungeons!

GREIBEL
Espionage!

RADEK
Surely this will be productive!

Radek grumbles.

The party heads after the guard and the pigeon philosopher guy regardless. Hawkers try to hawk random baubles and food and crap at them. There are no cats.

Amadi frowns, watches the others going, turns to start in the other direction... and then comes along after all.

Then a woman bumps into Radek and then hastily moves away.

MYSTERIOUS WOMAN
Excuse me!

The Gravedigger turns his soulful gaze to the woman and notices she seemed to be messing with Radek's bag. ''(rolled 39 perception)'' Somehow she managed to put something in it, even past the chrome stuff.

The Gravedigger grabs her. ''(rolled 17 vs reflex)'' She tries to twist away, then punches Gravy in the eye. This hardly hurts him, but she is very clearly annoyed.

THE GRAVEDIGGER
Do that again and I'm gonna put this shovel to use. Explain yourself.

MYSTERIOUS WOMAN
What in the hells do you want?! Are you trying to get yourselves killed? Release me!

RADEK
What's wrong?

THE GRAVEDIGGER
She put something in your bag. Check your stuff.

MYSTERIOUS WOMAN
I did nothing! You clearly are ahead of yourself. Now if you do not put me down...

Radek checks his bag and finds a small paper-wrapped package. It's covered in chrome, though the chrome seems to be getting... thinner.

Amadi strolls slowly up to Gravy and the lady with a wistful smile.

AMADI
I think I'm ahead of myself... but I'll probably catch up someday.

MYSTERIOUS WOMAN
What?

The woman stops struggling and stares at Amadi.

MYSTERIOUS WOMAN
You... no, this is impossible.

Amadi narrows here eyes on the woman, staring long and hard.

AMADI
(with utter certainty)
Apple pie.

The woman looks at Amadi for a long moment.

MYSTERIOUS WOMAN
Oh.

Amadi suddenly breaks out in uncontrollable giggles.

</screenplay>

<pre>
Greibel begins haggling with a merchant for a weird used hat to put on the porridge

Bear Soup Guy: I have....herbs?
Bear Soup Guy: Rare nature herbs!
Apheori (GM): RAHB: He wants a hallucinogenic but doesn't want to call it that.
Bear Soup Guy: Are my rare herbs hallucinogenic?
Apheori (GM): RAHB: Probably. He certainly seems to think so, though he won't say it, instead insisting on various euphamism...

Greibel plays along with the various euphemisms

GREIBEL
You can definitely uh... become enriched and... enlightened by these, uh.... materials. Man.

Apheori (GM): The guy becomes more insistent that these are not so extraordinary, and that there is utterly nothing wrong with wanting them.

Gaurav: Griebel: hehe. If the guy is being secretive about it, it might be illegal around these parts, keep an eye out for guards!
Bear Soup Guy: Probably but they seem to be having their fill with crazy people :)

GREIBEL
Yes, this is a transaction that may mutually benefit us.
Gaurav: BSG: fair point
Apheori (GM): 
GREIBEL
You finally manage to make the transaction after the man finally turns bright red with embarrassment, and hastily waves for you to go away, this never happened, shoo.
Bear Soup Guy: HAT GET
Greibel walks away, putting the hat lovingly atop Rasputin's non-head
Apheori (GM): Gravy and 
GREIBEL
You notice there's a woman with her hands on her hips staring at Greibel's... well, the guy he was dealing with... disappointedly.
Frezak (GM): I doubt that;
I'm still looking at the woman i'm grabbing.

GREIBEL
Hmmm
Frezak (GM): While I wait to see what Radek found.
Apheori (GM): You've got mad perception. You may not have noticed the context, but you saw here.
Bear Soup Guy: Well then
Ganelon: Yes, this is a thing I must be told.
Apheori (GM): Whereas Greibel saw here but may nto put it togethere.
Bear Soup Guy: Ah
Apheori (GM): Did you open the package?
Oh, that was what you found in your stuff.
I could have been clearer on that.
A small paper-wrapped package.
Oh, you did open it.
Sorry, too much stuff.
Apheori (GM): It contains... a rock.
Ganelon: No worries.
...An ordinary rock?
Apheori (GM): A round black one. Like a river rock. It has something carved into it.
(From Amadi): So... do I actually have any idea why the woman reacted to me? xD
Ganelon: A magic rune, perhaps?
I mean, it's either that or the image of a rubber duckling. Those are my guesses.
(To Amadi): At this point I don't even know why. Or what the rock is or what she wasdoing or anything. I mean, she probably recognised you as Eapherod, but... how or why, I have no idea.
Rhu looks at the rune to see if he can make any religious sense of it
Apheori (GM): Could be magic. Looks more like a symbol for something.
Rhu:
rolling 1d20+8 religion check
(
11
)
+8
=
19
Apheori (GM): A stylised mask? Doesn't mean anything to you, though.

RADEK
What's the meaning of this?
Ganelon: To the woman who put it there, of course.

MYSTERIOUS WOMAN
It's a rock. Let me go!
Frezak (GM): I'll just lift her.
Legs dangling in the air.
And say nothing.
Apheori (GM): Some other folks have noticed this as well. But they're staying out of it. So far.

RADEK
It's a rock you wrapped in paper and put in my bag.
Amadi stops giggling just long enough to look at the image, then breaks into even harder laughter.
Apheori (GM): The woman says nothing as well and just glares at Gravy.
Frezak (GM): Does anyone have a good intimidate?
Ganelon: I think we're all pretty thoroughly unlikable people.
At least as far as the stats are concerned.
Gaurav: +0. I couldn't scare a toad.
Ganelon: If the stats reflected things more accurately, Radek's charisma would not be as high as 10.
Frezak (GM): If I use Str for intimidate I'm still only +5.
Ganelon: Weird, considering who you are.

THE GRAVEDIGGER
Listen. I'm tired of all the crazy. My guys are either on drugs, talking to voices in their head, or talking gibberish. So if I don't have some clear answers for once I'm gonna take it out on you.

MYSTERIOUS WOMAN
That's great. Really. But I don't have them.

RADEK
Just because you're an uneducated rube doesn't mean I'm talking gibberish!

THE GRAVEDIGGER
Shut it, Radek. So you don't know why you put this... whatever it is in his bag? It just seemed like a good idea or a slug was controlling your mind?

MYSTERIOUS WOMAN
If you would put me down, perhaps we can talk. Or, if you would simply learn how to read...

THE GRAVEDIGGER
You're clearly fully able to talk up here. Start now or see what happens when I run out of patience.

MYSTERIOUS WOMAN
You mean like you getting arrested, for one?


Ganelon: Wrecked to the point that it's impossible to read?
Frezak (GM): I'm gonna start walking out of town, still holding the woman up there.
Apheori (GM): A pair of guards have been watching, it seems, but given that all Gravy has done so far is pick the woman up, they haven't really done anything...
But now they start moving, drawing... sticks, apparently, from their holsters...
Frezak (GM): Sticks?
Apheori (GM): The note is illegible, yeah. The chrome wrecked it.
Rods.
Frezak (GM): Do they look like whacking rods or magic focus rods?
Apheori (GM): Probably magic.
A bit short for whacking, though it'd work.

RADEK
This is absolutely illegible.

THE GRAVEDIGGER
(to the guards)
Don't mind me. Just doing your job for you.

MYSTERIOUS WOMAN
Will you just put me down?

 The guards hesitate slightly.

THE GRAVEDIGGER
Nope, not interested anymore.

Frezak (GM): Gonna keep walking.
Dammit, I thought giant horned guys were scary.

RHU
Maybe we should take this to a bar or somewhere. Somewhere less quiet but less threatening.

Apheori (GM): This is probably why they're only following at this point...

RHU
May... be... the dungeons? There's a man I want to see about a pigeon.

THE GRAVEDIGGER
I'm gonna need open space for this. A nice big open patch of dirt...

Apheori (GM): Okay, how do you do an encounter in a street full of people?
Well, not encounter.
Battle-thing.
Fight. Blasting.
Lasers!
Ganelon: That's what 4E calls an encounter.
Apheori (GM): Oh.
Okay.
Frezak (GM): Make a street.
Just.. draw some lines.
Ganelon: And you just... do it. People roll initiative, there are enemies. If there are obstacles, you'll want to draw them on the map layer.
I recommend using the "Draw Shape" tool since it makes nice boxes. Or circles.
Also, holding shift snaps them to the grid.
Ellemerr: Amadi has lay down on the street, laughing. She calms slowly, still shaking a little. And then she disappears.
And I'll brb.
Frezak (GM): HAH
Ganelon: Those boxes are not grid-aligned, but they are boxes.
You can also use the polygon/line tool to make... still-straight but non-box shapes.
Right click "finishes" the line.
Ctrl-z lets you undo steps in one.
If there are no meaningful obstacles, none of this is necessary.
Apheori (GM): Blargh.
Ganelon: Though this map size would make for a really big street.
Pfft, this is nothing. You should see all the nonsense I've drawn for my campaign.
Frezak has his pretty pictures while I just have lines.
Apheori (GM): I'm just too tired to sort it out.
Meh, nevermind.
Bear Soup Guy: IS IT TIME TO FIGHT GUARDS
Apheori (GM): Almost.
Bear Soup Guy: :D
Apheori (GM): They raise their weapons and point them at Radek.
Frezak (GM): What?
That doesn't make any sense >.>
Apheori (GM): You have a hostage.
Guard: Stop now.
Apheori (GM): Now they have one too.
Maybe.
Gaurav: Some hostage.
Ganelon: Ooh, big mistake. Nobody likes Radek.

THE GRAVEDIGGER
Sure. As soon as the lady says why she was messing with his stuff.

Frezak (GM): Yeah.

MYSTERIOUS WOMAN
Oh, for the light, will you all stop this!

RADEK
What are those, wands?

MYSTERIOUS WOMAN
(to the guards)
Put those away! In the name of the Council of Ancients, I command you to stand down!

The guards hastily put their rods away.

Frezak (GM): Oh, great.
Rhu:
rolling 1d20+3 history check to see if I know what a "Council of Ancients" is
(
3
)
+3
=
6
Bear Soup Guy: Rhu can't remember breakfast
Apheori (GM): 
RHU
It makes you think of butter for some reason.
Frezak (GM): IT WAS PORRIDGE
Bear Soup Guy: XD
Ganelon: "What did we have for breakfast?"
"Nutrients."

RHU
What is a breakfast?

MYSTERIOUS WOMAN
(to Gravy)
I was delivering a message. A warning. I don't know what it is and I don't know why, butthat is what it is. Now. Put me down.

Frezak (GM): Long, drawn out sigh.
And I'll put her down.

Apheori (GM): Do you also let go?

Frezak (GM): yeah

Apheori (GM): She vanishes as soon as you do.
Ganelon: And on the first of February, 2014, Frezak experienced the joys of a healthy grab-based playstyle, if only for a few minutes.
Apheori (GM): The guards make warding gestures when this happens.
Ganelon: Except not really.

RHU
(to guards, pointing at the space hitherto occupied by the woman)
Does she do that often?

Ganelon: I assume you mean like, religious "lord protect me" warding gestures?
Apheori (GM): Looks like.
Ganelon: I'll approach a guard.
Guard: She was a mystic! They... do as they do.
Apheori (GM): There's a hole in my ankle.
A guard watches Radek.
Ganelon: That sounds like a terrible place for a hole to me.
Be*
Radek points at the guard's rod.

RADEK
That's a weapon, right?
Who made it?
Guard: Rorik.
Or his sons.

RADEK
Magical in nature?

Guard: Standard two-length quickshot.
Shoot magic. Does that make it magic?
Look, I'm sorry, okay?
It's your friend you should worry about.

RADEK
No, no, I don't even care about that. Tell me where I can find this Rorik.
Apheori (GM): A pigeon lands on Radek's head.
Guard: Down Enth Street. There's a really big sign.
Ganelon: I'll grab at it, try to throw it off.
Guard: Between that and the odd explosions, you can't miss it.
Apheori (GM): The pigeon falls off on its own and hits the ground, ded.
dead

RHU
Huh.
Don't touch it, it might be sick.

RADEK
Blasted vermin.
The woman appears again out of nowhere, hands Rhu a package instead, and disappears again, muttering to herself irritatedly.

RHU
Thank you.
Rhu looks down at package.
Bear Soup Guy picks up the dead pigeon to feed it to Rasputin
Bear Soup Guy: errr
Apheori (GM): It's another letter-wrapped rock.

GREIBEL
does that
Greibel does that
Bear Soup Guy: I KNOW HOW TO THINGS
Rhu unwraps it careful, in case that helps the paper not to get crumpled.
The porridge eats most of the pigeon except for the feet, which it breaks off with a crunch and spits on the ground.
Apheori (GM): This rock has a slightly different symbol on it - some sort of bird, and an extra little note stuck to it that says 'extra, not sure what this goes to'.
Rhu shows it to everybody, then puts it away.
Apheori (GM): The larger note/letter thing appears to be a set of instructions, saying to be careful, don't stand out, don't get noticed, go to a place, and some bad poetry.
Frezak (GM): I DEMAND TO HEAR THE POETRY
Bear Soup Guy: ^
Gaurav: Any information on hwat sort of place we should go to?
Apheori (GM): Oh dear.
It's a street address. Apparently in the city.

RHU
Oooooh.
Apheori (GM): http://wiki.zaori.org/compendium/Repeats_of_the_world
That.
That's at the bottom of the note.

RHU
I still think we should head to the dungeons first.
Apheori (GM): It may not even be poetry.
The shoulders in the sand on the repeats of the world...
There's a blisters of something memory...
Look at the characters whip thy bum...
Kumquats devouring mundial smiley-faces.
Frezak (GM): Sure, let's go to the dungeons.
Greibel is enraptured by the poetry and ponders at its layers of significance
Gaurav: We should totally go to this mysterious address first! Rhu has an awful taste in places to go.
Apheori (GM): Y'all head to the dungeons!
Also you notice Amadi is gone. Do you care?
Ganelon: Radek would probably rather just talk to someone who can make magic tools.
Well, she comes and goes.
He still follows these clowns, though.
Apheori (GM): Quite.
Ellemerr: I am back. Amadi is not. Maybe she will be.
Gaurav: Rhu totally hasn't noticed yet. It's been an exciting few minutes! DId we ever figure out what happend with htat woman who was checking Griebel out?
Apheori (GM): You head into the building and there's a bunch of guards at a table. A couple glare, another smiles amiably, and the one from before sighs and asks if you're hear about the pigeon philosopher.
here
Gaurav: Nothing with that woman, no.

RHU
Yes! Him. The guy with the ... *makes a pigeon-on-head gesture*
Guard: Down there. Just... don't let him out. Or anyone else. Or do anything stupid.
Please.
I don't want to get up.

RADEK
I refuse to be held accountable if any of these three do something stupid.

RHU
I fully understand.

Guard snorts.

Apheori (GM): A couple of the others now look slightly concerned.
Rhu walks down corridors pigeon-philosopher-wards
Ganelon: Radek isn't too concerned about Gravy doing stupid things, but it's best to cover all the bases.
Apheori (GM): The guy is passed out face-down in a cell.
The door isn't even locked, just shut.

RHU
Hullo? Mister? Pigeon-guy?

The pigeon philosopher guy is passed out.

RHU
HULLO?

The guy is still passed out.

RHU
...maybe we should go check out that mysterious address until he wakes up. Now that we know where he is.

RADEK
What exactly makes you believe his insight is valuable?

RHU
Hazz'ridan spoke to me earlier and said that there was something important around somewhere. I think it might be him. I'm not sure. Also... I wonder if he's a druid? If so, he might know something about the little tree on the big tree above the rift, which might tell us something about the rift.

RADEK
...This is why I don't deal with druids and priests.

'''''Ganelon''' (Radek): Visions and pigeons.

RHU
Look at this man in this cage, and tell me that Hazz'ridan has not lead us to a glorious dead end.

The Gravedigger sighs.

GREIBEL
Well... no arguments there.



(From Amadi): The dream is of the moon. Or a moon, anyhow. Or something that would look like a moon at a distance - a crescent moon, to be exact. Some lady is sitting on it, dangling her feet over a black pond that is full of stars (unless they're not stars). She's dressed in a white fur. She speaks in a language I do not understand, or perhaps she's just making up nonsense words, since there's no language I don't know. Black birds with eyes in their talons circle around us, making me aware that I'm actually present. I'm standing on the lake. I must be, since there's nothing else. I feel naked, with the stars watching me from below, and small, very small. "I chose this," I tell the lady on the moon. She looks at me with pink eyes and answers with her gibberish words. Frustrated, I repeat myself: "I chose this!" One of the birds land on her head, crushing the eyes against her skull, spilling vitreous humour into her hair. I flinch away as another one comes for my own head.

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