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

[lightnen]

"A Hunting dagger would work, I think." The idea of having one was kind of exciting, let alone one that was actually made by someone in this ridiculous place. Maglor clearly had a lot of skill and that was going to be handy to have in that regard.

"Never went up against a dragon though but I figure i'm small enough to get into it's blindspot and quick. Maybe I could blind it or something." Which meant he had no hesitation with putting himself so close to something that ate someone in two bites alone.

[bythewaves]

"Something you can throw or stab with." Maglor hums acknowledging.

"But not too long to get in your way. Aye. A matched pair, I think."