Medium · Shivers ≥ 4
The attitude of a priest bearing one of the holy relics of his faith. Though it is long out-of-service, its power is evident to him.
Physique
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
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The attitude of a priest bearing one of the holy relics of his faith. Though it is long out-of-service, its power is evident to him.
Somehow you only now realise that the temperature has been dropping steadily for the last half hour.
Air moving through what was once a row of apartments protected by walls and a roof. It sighs through the remains of bedrooms and parlours...
A soft rustling. The snow seems to have gotten between your ears somehow...
DON'T FORSAKE ME, OFFICER. I AM YOUR RESPONSIBILITY JUST AS YOU ARE MINE.
There is something, a whisper, circulating among the city's footnoted alleyways and along its electrical wires, but what it's saying, you can't tell. It seems to be a message meant for someone else...
A slight frisson at the point where your neck meets your spine. Something about the lieutenant's words, directed at you, but not you...
You are the Doom-Speaker. It is your lot to ply these somnolent roads, declaring your lonely truth...
A soft rustling. Between your ears, a winterscape with fast falling snow...
Every lightswitch, every motor carriage, every doorbell, tea kettle, and radio in Martinaise, all mingled with electrical interference caused by scattered thunderstorms over Ozonne.
Le Jardin, Stella Maris, Saint-Batiste. She is looking down on the suburbs of Revachol East.
... the old and irregular streets, like a grid drawn by a palsied hand. The open fires burning in oil drums, visible through blasted roofs...
YOU CANNOT LEAVE. SO MUCH HANGS IN THE BALANCE.
A slight frisson at the point where your neck meets your spine. You can feel the lieutenant's presence, even though he's nowhere to be found...
Somewhere in La Delta, numbers flip and whirl on the giant split-flap boards of the stock exchange, marking gains the size of Kemi SR's entire economy. Radiocomputers hum below to the tune of gambling.
A figure in a day dress, cuddled up in an armchair... she looks up and smiles at you across the living room.
A figure in a day dress, cuddled up in an armchair... she looks up and smiles at you across the living room.