Here comes the meddler
In a truly shocking turn of events, Anabstercorian arrives at the party and DOESN'T raise hell. In fact, he's well dressed, having donned a fine silken sircoat and pantaloons, and looking impeccably groomed. His slime is evenly and thinly coated over his entire body and his fleshy-pink skin has a healthy glow. His eyes aren't black anymore, interestingly enough.
Assuming that no one tries to kill him or chase him off, after the initial lurch of terror and panic, which only gradually calms, Anabstercorian starts to mingle - Although he seems very intent on keeping out of Melkor's way. He doesn't partake in any of the mammalian sexual revelry, but he's tolerating it - A sign of his increasedly chaotic nature.
He seems interested in selling an idea to the common populace of Oerth, but he also works VERY hard on ensuring that none of the leaders of the various and sundry countries learn what he's saying. When the leaders DO approach him, he is extraordinarily polite - Although when conversing with the God-Emperor, Kessel Gnomeworks, and others who partook of the Githyanki Lithwine, he is clearly suppressing a deep, burning hatred.
Edena, I'm now sending you an e-mail that explains what I'm telling the populace of Oerth - It's not a sending, but rather the work of lots of face-to-face preaching.
