Plotline: Main
Type: Social
Night Stalker actually turned out to be quite amiable; not all predators are.
"Oh, laughing gods!" Kismet hissed. "It IS her; and we can't DO anything about it, not under the treaty ward."
"Which her?" Madonna asked.
"Fu Bana, one of the two surviving Nine." Kismet said.
"Well, the ward can't get you if you just talk, right?" I asked.
Kismet clenched her jaw and shook her head. "I'll end up as a lump of charcoal if I try talking to her now. Besides -"
The floor came up and slapped my left side. I had just enough time to wonder what was going on.
[Lucid Dreaming enforced.]
Enforced? That wasn't the usual message.
I found myself on a dark riverbank, resting on a bed of broad leafed papyrus. Well, I say resting; those stems didn't evolve for comfort.
I debated having the ward fire off on someone not the protagonists; it's more believable, especially with the sheer number of people on both sides. If I have goofed, please let me know.
Highest gifters: (most recent in case of ties) Certo, Dark_Matter_045, and tie between Cagera and ApexAesir
Todays shout-outs: hardlinebruiser, our top daily power stone donor.
As always, thank you for your readership, it matters more to me than I can find words for.