The Psionicle, Part VIII

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Forest... Friends?

First watch - Syld, Ruth
Second watch - Jansson, Animus
Third watch - Narok, Osius


You settle down and sleep, Syld and Ruth keeping the first watch. Nothing unusual occurs during their watch - though the almost complete silence of the forest is certainly unnerving.

3 hours pass... Syld and Ruth are replaced by Jansson and Animus.

Only a few minutes after their watch begins, a small creature wanders into the area of the campsite. The two moons are almost directly overhead, and provide enough illumination that you can make a rough guess as to what the creature is...

It is a squirrel. It seems to be slightly larger than any squirrel you've seen before, and it's eyes catch the light in an eerie way. You can hear it chitter, like a normal squirrel - but the sound is deeper and not as fast. It's paws seem to have claws, and they don't look very friendly.

It regards Jansson and Animus in turn, though it makes few other movements. It doesn't move from it's spot, however. It seems to be waiting for something.
 

"Do you think it is an evil squirrel? Very odd...."

To Jannsen.

(Honestly, GW, this is creepy. You have no idea how many times I've encountered the same ravenous evil squirrel when I play with a particular player, who was obsessed with finding an actual evil squirrel...)
 

"I'm not sure. I've encountered larger, more hostile, version of some creatures on my travels, but the idea of a dire squirrel seems strange to me." Jansson warily watches the creature, making sure not to make any hostile moves.

"Wake up Narok, Animus. He might be able to better understand this creature. Then awake the others, but make sure they don't make any noise. I don't want to alarm or upset the squirrel."
 


Who said the squirrel was evil?... :D

The squirrel's eyes flash red eerily, and it makes no response at your attempt to coax it to become more friendly, Narok.

When you complete your spell, you can understand the unusually deep chittering that the squirrel is making...

"Consume..."

The chittering is joined, roughly a half-dozen times, from around the camp in various locations. They are all saying the same thing, though not in sync with one another.
 


"So much for resting peacefully. We're in trouble. It seems the unseelie have figured out how to penetrate this grove. The squirrels are saying 'consume'."
 

Osius wakens at the gruff words of the Druid. "Gah. Squirrels. At least it wasn't cats. Should we make a break for it?"

Osius begins gathering his things.
 


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