WEEK 3

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 3

[It has begun. With the death of the Spinner and the execution of the Indulgent, they remaining Titled will be plagued once more by vivid dreams. And just as last week, they are awoken by the sounds of doors creaking open.

Just like last week. But no one had died last week. Right? No one had been subjected to that...thing.

And yet the strange, cold feeling of foreboding remains. And it is certainly most worrisome to those living in rooms 3, 4, 6, and 15. Those who pass by room 7 and 8 will feel that same, worrisome feeling of foreboding as well.

What will they wake up to find? Who knows, now. If dragons are real, anything is possible.

There are thirteen strangers in this place.]

Comments

[intercessing]

Ability...

[That. That word causes the Intercessor to stop. To stop and try to connect dots. They do try. They really do. But there is still something missing.

Their memory is still not complete. They...simply cannot grasp the answer even as it slips through their fingers.

Their hands are at their temples.]

No...I...I don't know.

[bythewaves]

[ The Intercessor might not, but Maglor's eyes narrow thoughtfully ]

They have meddled with your memory too. [ It isn't a question ]

But they said they granted us abilities here. One of us then. I wonder who.

[intercessing]

I have come to understand that as the weeks have gone...

...

I don't know. Would you have been granted powers to truly kill a dragon? Especially a dragon meant to execute you all? That would seem... too kind.

[bythewaves]

[ A flash of teeth that is too feral to be a smile.

(If any here knew Celegorm, they would have recognised the family resemblance) ]

Maybe. After all, which of us here is crazy enough to try?

[ But he has nothing to lose, does he? And everything to gain. His grandfather took on the Void Made Flesh, his uncle SatanMorgoth himself. Fingon and Feanor both took multiple Balrogs to kill. He has a reputation to live up to, after all ]

But more realistically, it would likely take more than one, acting in concert. Although it was always a single Man, who were the Dragonslayers. Earendil took Ancalagon, Turin slew Glarung, Fram Scatha. So it can be done. It only takes cunning and skill. [ And probably a fair bit of crazy ]

[intercessing]

...Yes. This is true.

[They run their hands through their hair under their cloak. Do they even have hair? It doesn't matter.]

I would hope there might be one like that among us. Or that all of us together might stop the creature the next time it appears.

[bythewaves]

I think it is worth the attempt. Although I would rather we not come to that point at all - can we access the room where it hides in other situations?