The Beast Within [Dark*Matter D20]

[Thomas Hobbes]

John stands and smiles warmly. "Howdy there. I'm John. Nice to meet you."

 

[loxmyth]

Daunte turns to the newcomer, smiling softly, and gives her a greeting that seems halfway between a salute and a wave. "I'm Daunte. Daunte Spinks. As for how they dragged us into this, that's one heck of a story. Involves a lonely rest stop and a malevolent winter wolf demon. How 'bout you?"

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Daunte turns to the newcomer, smiling softly, and gives her a greeting that seems halfway between a salute and a wave. "I'm Daunte. Daunte Spinks. As for how they dragged us into this, that's one heck of a story. Involves a lonely rest stop and a malevolent winter wolf demon. How 'bout you?"

"If I told you, your therapy bill would top your rent. At least, that's what they tell me. I don't exactly remember all that well myself. A winter wolf demon, you say? I'd like to hear that story sometime."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

John shrugs, uncomfortable about talking about it himself. "It's pretty short, actually. Me and Daunte here, and some others, were at some rest stop in the middle of nowhere. A now-dead cult leader had summoned the wolf thing, and a cultist brought it down on us for his own wacky cultist reasons." He waves his fingers in the air, and laughs a little uncomfortably. It was still, all these months with the institute later, rather hard to believe. "We... ah, killed it or banished it or something. The Institute decided we were worth picking up after that, apparently. To be frank, I didn't think my degree in Folklore and Mythology would be worth this much...."

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

John shrugs, uncomfortable about talking about it himself. "It's pretty short, actually. Me and Daunte here, and some others, were at some rest stop in the middle of nowhere. A now-dead cult leader had summoned the wolf thing, and a cultist brought it down on us for his own wacky cultist reasons." He waves his fingers in the air, and laughs a little uncomfortably. It was still, all these months with the institute later, rather hard to believe. "We... ah, killed it or banished it or something. The Institute decided we were worth picking up after that, apparently. To be frank, I didn't think my degree in Folklore and Mythology would be worth this much...."

"Cultists, you say? Where was this?"

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"Cultists, you say? Where was this?"

"Rest stop in Montana. The cultists were based in Quebec." John shrugs. "More like occultists, really. They called themselves Les Treize Corbins," says John, his French impeccable. "Led by some fellow named Michel Galvin, who disappeared about a decade ago. One of them was there that night." John knows quite a bit about Lez Treize Corbins and Michel Galvin- he has, after all, been researching them well-nigh obsessively over the past few months. "Galvin was into some pretty heavy occult stuff," continues John, warming to his subject. "He was responsible for the demon- the only thing that the guy we ran into could do was take advantage of the immunity to the demon's attacks that Galvin had granted him and try to... well, there it gets a bit longer. Or at least, more confusing." John smiles apologetically.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Anne sits listening to the story and thinks to herself. She will finaly say, "I'm not sure what I saw. I was fighting a fire when this thing, man maybe, just walked through the flames and killed my friend. I ran as fast as I could and lost it. That's all I know."

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

"Rest stop in Montana.

Lisa stops listening when she hears "Montana;" it's not that she's not paying attention, but that she doesn't seem to hear John. After a minute, she snaps out of it, saying "I'm sorry. Please, continue."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"I'm not sure what I saw. I was fighting a fire when this thing, man maybe, just walked through the flames and killed my friend. I ran as fast as I could and lost it. That's all I know."

"Geez." John winces. "I'm sorry." He doesn't really know what else to say.

Lisa stops listening when she hears "Montana;" it's not that she's not paying attention, but that she doesn't seem to hear John. After a minute, she snaps out of it, saying "I'm sorry. Please, continue."

John, initially too absorbed in his own description and then by Anna, just now turns his head to Lisa again. "Eh? Come again?"

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

John, initially too absorbed in his own description and then by Anna, just now turns his head to Lisa again. "Eh? Come again?"

"Don't worry about it," Lisa responds, though a very perceptive individual might note she seems somewhat miffed.