boombox
The stew, as this is what it turns out to be, is quite tasty, though there is not much of it, and the two soon finish, Susan stares out the window silently, and the rain continues to beat down.
Drakador_Chaos
It lunges for him, and flies faster than he would have expected, it's spectral limbs almost touching the hem of his coat, forcing him to have to step back, it lunges again... he reaches the door and backs out, the figure is framed in the doorway, then he hears a voice from behind him.
"Quickly Reverend before it runs off."
He sees the Mayor, standing to one side, Blak is kneeling nearby looking at She'la, a Vicar and curate are standing next to the Mayor, looking worried.
"Oh, ah, very well."
The mayor turns around and puts his fingers in his ears, as the curate begins to swing a censer, incense billowing about him on the rain sodden path, the vicar raises his right index and middle finger, the left hand holding a book, he begins to speak very fast in an odd language.
"Pater noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum, Adveniat regnum tuum, Fiat voluntas tua..."
The figure straightens, then seems to dissolve slowly, until the doorway is empty.
"...sed libera nos a malo, Amen."
The Mayor turns round again, rubbing his ears, the Vicar looks at him sheepishly.
"Ah, I'm afraid that was only the lord's prayer, I don't know any chants of exorcism..."
"That is acceptable reverend, as it appears the spectre did not know any either. Well done."
"Oh, ah."
The mayor saunters over to Nurian, smiling acidly.
"I apologise for using you a little, however I was confident that you were the only three who could have acted as a lure without any fatal mishaps. I will, of course now answer any questions you have."
He gestures expansively, though it is somewhat wasted.
Fort_Master_Gustav
"Well this has always been a rather sodden region, however it was never as bad as this, a friend of mine, a meteorologist living in Sponsz, said in a recent letter that there should not be sufficient moisture in the atmosphere for such a prolongued and severe spell, but there you are, another mystery eh?"
He waves at the driver of a handsom cab that has been waiting hopefully outside the Mer-Palace.
"I say cabby, take us to the hall."
"Yes my lord."
Jasper saunters over and opens the door, beckoning.
"Come on old chap, let's get going."
RandomCommander
There is a flash in the sky distant, and another rumble of thunder, the rain intensifying again though this seemed impossible a moment ago, then the two scouts notice a white fog drifting along the ground from the undergrowth on their left, and soon they are wading in it.
The two unpacking the base soon notice the fog too, and there are insects buzzing around them, and trying to bite them seemingly, and not unsucessfully, as Duro registers at least one micrometer puncture in his carapace, though the insects get nothing for their efforts.
Centauri and Capella are the first to hear the howls...
