Out of our Feckin Eads!
Posted: Sun May 06, 2018 9:37 pm
*Allie would sit awake... the recent events preventing her from sleeping, even after assisting Jonan with his wounded arm... the images of the fleshless skull, the breathing of maggots, the puss dripping tree and most of all the three creatures. She sat staring at the sleeping man, her hands wrenching, though sleep wanted to take her, she knew to sleep would make the nightmares come, and she had enough of those while awake today to not tempt more. Why did all the god thumpers have to be somewhere else... Artemis gone, Jerek and Kelda gone, hell even her old friend Remmy gone... All the folks who could have stood a chance against these ... this... thing. Regardless the nightmares kept her awake that evening. Armorless, she headed out into the night, to visit a couple locales, to see what more she could find. She was not a local... so the ears she searched for were those she already knew...
After these discussions she would return... Not to sleep.. but to drink herself into a stupor, the alcohol protecting her head from any further invasions.. at least she hoped...
// sorry Forum RP is not something I am huge on doing lol so this is an attempt!
First it was a trip to the Waggler store, to find Lori. Had she found her there, the discussion of the undead attack, and the three skeletal figures and the recollection of how the trio was told to spread the word of their return. Allie would make sure to explain that this was a second creature related to the Maggot ridden one from the caves, her, Ginny, and Jonan had adventured too. Had Lori not been there, Alistair would be sure to have passed the information, though Allie would have left a note to be deciphered by one smarter than she...
" Your desires Mean nothing" - The King
"Your fears mean nothing" - The Noble
Your lives mean nothing - The Begger
The second person she would seek, was her friend Sandry, she would explain the same as she did to Lori, seeking Sandry to communicate or perhaps glean knowledge of Skeleton figures who state they were one and now are three, from the congregation of the crying god. Allie was not well versed in God thumper traditions, so it only made sense to seek the knowledge from those who thumped hard enough to make undead wary...
Outside of these two, the last of those she would seek, though unsure if she would find would be the old Master dwarf... This was bad waggling, and she would seek to explain what happened, as well as see if her query about a blade may have an addition of something to assist keeping people... things.. out of her head... so many others had been in her head recently, how much more until it was not just a place for her thoughts.. but someone-thing elses..
After these discussions she would return... Not to sleep.. but to drink herself into a stupor, the alcohol protecting her head from any further invasions.. at least she hoped...
// sorry Forum RP is not something I am huge on doing lol so this is an attempt!