Expand all | Hide all flags | Hide context | Hide tags | Hide checkflag | Hide setflag | Hide roll | Hide approv | Hide ruletag | Hide node id
Synopsis:
The players reflect on having just witnessed a tadpole emerge from the corpse of a recently deceased Absolute cultist. They consider the creature that's been causing each of them so much trouble. Despair or determination.
This happens at the end of a scene and the characters are interchangeable here. They can all be opinionated.
1. Player: Is it just my imagination, or is this bug-plague spreading?,
REALLY_WYLL
1. Player: Slithering away the moment its host is dead. Not that I expected loyalty from a worm.,
REALLY_ASTARION
1. Player: That tadpole wasted no time in abandoning its host. Not sentimental creatures, clearly.,
REALLY_SHADOWHEART
1. Player: Horrid creature. That one lives inside me is... repulsive.,
REALLY_LAEZEL
1. Player: Ew!,
REALLY_KARLACH
1. Player: I have to say, it's one thing to have a parasite in your head, quite another not to know it's there.,
REALLY_GALE
1. Player: These things abandon their hosts as soon as they need to. Vile parasites...,
REALLY_GENERIC
0. Player: Ugh. Can't believe one of those things lives in my brain.,
REALLY_WYLLEnd
0. Player: Come - we'll not find purification here.,
REALLY_LAEZELEnd
0. Player: Let's forget it for now? The less I think about that thing swimming about in my skull, the happier I'll be. ,
REALLY_ASTARIONEnd
0. Player: All the more reason to rid ourselves of our own uninvited guests.,
REALLY_SHADOWHEARTEnd
0. Player: Here's hoping there's a cure apart from kicking the cart.,
REALLY_KARLACHEnd
0. Player: I wish mine would give up so easily. Though without requiring such extreme motivation, of course.,
REALLY_GALEEnd
0. Player: The longer we wait, the likelier that we share in this fate, or worse. Let's get rid of these things.,
REALLY_GENERICEnd