"Always watching."

[Everyone standing around, having a totally normal time at the MR. Gurashi, totally out of it, repeating 'always watching' from encounter with Nocht previous month and now paranoid of being stalked by Divine. Also, Gurashi is holding an enormous pile of junk that's been increasingly handed to him over the course of like 20 minutes]

You have emoted: Gurashi shuffles again, careful to make sure the door doesn't hit the ground.

Xenthos sighs softly, stepping over to you. He firmly takes hold of the door and takes it away.

You think to yourself: ...always watching...

You blink.

Faintly buzzing, you say to Xenthos, "... but."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist looks skeptical and says, "You've been standing there awkwardly for most of a day now."

Always watching.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Time to rejoin the rest of us."

Beads of sweat break out on your face.

You think to yourself: ... always watching.

Shehrose's eyes sparkle with amusement.

A certain adumbration passes through Rancoura's countenance, but it soon leaves her visage as dark-pale as before. To Eliron, she whispers, "In better condition than may be expected, for He has found some use for what we wrenched from Her in return."

Comprehension flashes across Eliron's face.

You glance about alertly, your antennae twitching as you scan the immediate area.

Eliron nods his head at Rancoura.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Have you heard any more from Him since then?"

Xenthos tilts his head curiously.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says to Rancoura, "He mentioned He may be able to make use of it."

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to Eliron, "His strength seems not diminished, and for that we must be grateful."

Eliron nods his head in agreement.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares says, "Grateful indeed."

You see the following people here:
Shehrose, Xenthos, Rancoura, Eliron, Gurashi.

You have emoted: Gurashi turns quickly, scanning the shadows about the clearing, antennae raised in alert.

You think to yourself: ... are ... there?

The frigid, liquid shadowfire within the depths of Rancoura's eyes flickers briefly as she raises her gaze to the skies.

In a deep voice imbued with a chilling lull, Night Scavenger, Shehrose asks you, "Something the matter?"

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "And I must return to my meditations."

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to Eliron, "It is a pleasure to see you so wakeful once more."

Voice strained, you say, "...no."

Rancoura inclines her head politely to those around her.

Xenthos ponders you thoughtfully, looking you up and down.

The chitter and chatter of the wyrden forest is the only reply to your thoughts.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to you, "'No'?"

Shehrose hums a little note of disapproval as he eyes you.

You nod your head slowly in understanding.

Snapping back to reality, you say to Xenthos, "No."

You think to yourself: ...no.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist looks skeptical and says, "I see."

You have emoted: Gurashi flexes and relaxes his fists, continuing to scan the clearing.

Ilistala, an enormous leopard stares implacably at you.

Always watching.

Beads of sweat break out on your face.

Ilistala, an enormous leopard gives you a concerned-cat-look, her head tilted to the side.

You think to yourself: ...do ... -want- something.

You stare blankly into space.

You think to yourself: ...do -need- something?

Ilistala, an enormous leopard playfully paws at your arm, obviously wanting for attention.

Ilistala, an enormous leopard nudges you suggestively.

You have emoted: Gurashi snaps back to reality with a blink, looking down at Ilistala, an enormous leopard with a gasp and a jump. "Oh! Gosh, m-many apologies."

Ilistala, an enormous leopard nips at your fingers.

You have emoted: Gurashi rests one hand onto Ilistala's head, continuing to look about the clearing. "...is fine."

Ilistala, an enormous leopard shakes her head at you.

You think to yourself: ...what do want? What do want?

You think to yourself: Know are watching. So what do want from.

No longer an intrusive thought, the voice is in your head now - soft and hollow. "I want you to learn the lesson I am trying to teach, Gurashi..." You feel something like a breath brush by you, terribly frigid.

Ilistala, an enormous leopard tugs urgently on your sleeve.

Eliron considers thoughtfully for a moment, then pulls a scroll from his pack and begins sketching.

You have emoted: Gurashi suddenly seizes in his spot, whipping around in a panicked state.

Xenthos creases his brow in a frown.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to you, "All right. Out with it."

You think to yourself: ...What lesson? Why? Which lesson?

Shehrose raises an eyebrow questioningly.

Quietly, you say, "Is here."

Xenthos raises an eyebrow questioningly.

Eliron pauses in his sketching and tilts his head curiously at you.

You think to yourself: Are lots of lessons.

You think to yourself: ....are not going to hurt Bizirik, right? Cause, won't let hurt Bizirik.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Who is here?"

Soft voices murmur in your thoughts, their individual words unable to be discerned. Then there is silence. And then, the sounds of the forest rush back, and all is as it was.

You have emoted: Gurashi blinks, staring at a single point in the woods. After a terribly long pause, he relaxes. "...Lord Silence."

Xenthos purses his lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as he carefully gathers his thoughts.

Trembling, you say, "Is gone now."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "He is living up to His name, then."

Comprehension flashes across Eliron's face.

Ilistala, an enormous leopard rubs up against you, purring like a cat.

Ilistala, an enormous leopard stares implacably at you.

Ilistala, an enormous leopard tugs urgently on your sleeve.

You have emoted: Gurashi reaches up to rub his face, nodding. "...yep." He says quietly, offering a half-hearted scritch to the top of Ilistala's head.

Eliron places one hand to his chest and give a polite bow to the glade, and any unseen presences.

Eliron turns back to his scroll and resumes sketching.

(The Shadow Kindred): Xenthos says, "As suits Nocht it was very quiet, our involvement was watching Gurashi's reactions."