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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mattress" data-source="post: 2518551" data-attributes="member: 35801">Athelstan creeps himself outListening to the storm outside, accompanied by the spirts ingested thus far, Athelstan starts to wonder what might be lurking outside in the storm. Images of dark, twisted woods or deep cracks in the ground leading to moss-slicked, damp caves of fetid smells and even more horrible sounds fill his mind. He shivers, though in truth he finds himself a little warm in his cloak and will be glad to get rid of it for the evening in his quarters. Caverns yawning like monsterous teeth in the ground... just the perfect place for someone or something to hide you away... until they decide to come back and do who knows what to you. Someone with decidely different morals... someone like that Fae over there. Or something worse... some dark wizard capable of sending bone walkers or ghouls into my room at night to spirit me away for dark experimentations. Or death, outright. Carnage just for the sake of carnage... dished out by some bloodthirsty creature or spirit. A malicous spook... a frightening entity that can freeze a man to the ground with a horrifying gaze. Athelstan swallows and decides it's right about now that he should quit with the ale for the evening. Obviously between it, the lightening, and the supernatural sitting across the table from him in the form of a little, gray man... he's starting to get unsettled.</blockquote>