This is where Episode 6 of The Demon's Light Season Two will be roleplayed. Remember the guidelines.
This is where Episode 6 of The Demon's Light Season Two will be roleplayed. Remember the guidelines.
"I stand with Samuel and Atticus on this. Samuel has been my friend for years, and in that time, I have known him to be a reliable man. I noticed something strange when I saw him on the day I met you all in the laboratory. I'm sure Blossom felt it too," Li stated firmly.
"Yeah. Yeah, I guess," Blossom said, looking down at the ground. "I noticed something was off about him for the longest, but just ignored it because I didn't know what."
Resting over in a corner of the camp, Zade could be seen getting up. Completing such, he slowly walked towards the rest of the group. "Sorry for my absence; I needed some rest, that was all."
The man then realized he was facing the wrong direction. "Oh, sorry."
Zade turned around, regrouping his surroundings.
"What goes on here...?" Zade asked, in a curious tone upon hearing the conversation.
"Can you step aside for now?" Atticus asked, folding his arms. "This is a private conversation. It won't take much longer, of course. Blackmore is keeping guard on the other side of the camp, you can join him there maybe."
"Very well then, I won't interfere." Zade then stepped aside and went over to find Blackmore, going out to join him on guard duty.
"All of this is the truth," Samuel pleaded. "What we saw in my laboratory, those things, one of them came to me, they stole my body. 'Dream Eaters,' that's what scholars like to call them. I've studied them for years," he coughed.
"These things have names, they're real, they can think. They want something to do with us, they've terrorized us. The one that stole my body is named Yaakov, and whatever shared the body of John Fontaine was called Xanvi. For some reason or another, they have made us our enemies."
Several hours later, with dusk settling, the group stood near the Ares port. The large shadow of the Smithson-Reed Ferry loomed over them as they prepared for the next part of their trip.
"So, we've finally made it," Atticus remarked, standing at the side of the parked wagon and petting one of the chicaro.
"There it is. Our ticket to salvation," Li sighed as he held his cane. "I'll be back here again some day." He wiped droplets of sweat from his wrinkled forehead.
"It is quite the sight," Chris said, staring in awe at the ferry.
"I hate boats and I hate the ocean. Let's just get it over with." Marshall whined.