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

[bythewaves]

What were you thinking of?

[ Maglor asks her, and there is something wistful as he looks around the forge ]

[socialhacktivist]

That's a good question. I've never made anything like this before. It's all been computer stuff. I guess if you count that I'm good with my hands, but...

[Even if she could, she doesn't know what she'd make. But she is kind of interested in the way he looks around.]

...what about you? Did you want to make something?

[bythewaves]

[ He shrugs a little ]

I... don't know. It's been a very long time. But... [ He crooks her a small smile ] I feel like I should offer to make proper weapons for people. Especially if we eventually decide to try and kill a dragon.