She takes a single step back on the swinging bridge, carefully balanced. It wouldn't be great to fall off in the storm. She could maybe survive, but that bridge didn't need crossing yet.
Her head tilts back, trying to get a good look at the figure. This didn't feel like a dream, not the way she's used to them, so she didn't think this was a manifestation of the Taint. But her light doesn't seem to illuminate anything more than just the shape of this....Person?
"Who are you?" When in doubt, ask. She has to pitch her voice louder to carry over the storm, but the person is close enough to hear. Probably.
"CHAOS. IMPACT. Revelation. ruin. the gatekeeper," the figure says - at least, it's probably the figure. The voice begins as a booming shout somewhere above them both, and descends as it speaks, falling away into the darkness below them until it is inaudible.
She actually looks up, towards the sound of the voice, but there's no one there. Just the person, thing, in front of her. Could be a celestial. A god. Wouldn't be the first she's run into.
"Nice to meet you." Sort of, not really. But manners are important. Especially in situations that could get you killed. "What do you want with me?"
"Sorry, that's not good enough for me. I don't kill people without a real reason." She digs in, stubborn, even on a rope bridge over a chasm in a bad storm. She has morals and she can't compromise them. It's too dangerous.
She presses her lips together in a thin, unhappy line.
"You're expecting me to take an awful lot on faith here, O Shadowy Creepy Guy on a Rickety Bridge. You've asked me to murder people -things, but I don't know who or what or why. You haven't even shown your face. How can I trust you?"
The cadaverous arms release the bridge-ropes and rise to either side of his cowl. Peeling it back, they reveal... a fuzzy, indistinct three-dimensional shadow, indistinguishable from the darkness seen when the cowl was up.
"Okay. That's fair." Doesn't give her any more to go on, but she did ask. She wonders if this is a sense of dry humor, or if this figure is just extremely literal. Maybe both, if it's into chaos and such.
"Look, honestly, I'm not sure you picked the right person for this. I need a lot more information before I take on quests that specifically involve premeditated murder. It's nothing against you. I've just had to learn that lesson the hard way."
What a conversation to be having. In the dark. In a storm. On a thin piece of rope. With some faceless darkness. After two years, suddenly it seems her life is trying to get back to its usual insanity.
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She takes a single step back on the swinging bridge, carefully balanced. It wouldn't be great to fall off in the storm. She could maybe survive, but that bridge didn't need crossing yet.
Her head tilts back, trying to get a good look at the figure. This didn't feel like a dream, not the way she's used to them, so she didn't think this was a manifestation of the Taint. But her light doesn't seem to illuminate anything more than just the shape of this....Person?
"Who are you?" When in doubt, ask. She has to pitch her voice louder to carry over the storm, but the person is close enough to hear. Probably.
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"Nice to meet you." Sort of, not really. But manners are important. Especially in situations that could get you killed. "What do you want with me?"
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"Why me?" She can probably guess the why, but best not to put the cart before the horse.
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"I knew it was only a matter of time," she mutters to herself. Louder: "Why should I help you? What did they do to deserve death?"
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How about that?
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"You're expecting me to take an awful lot on faith here, O Shadowy Creepy Guy on a Rickety Bridge. You've asked me to murder people -things, but I don't know who or what or why. You haven't even shown your face. How can I trust you?"
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"Look, honestly, I'm not sure you picked the right person for this. I need a lot more information before I take on quests that specifically involve premeditated murder. It's nothing against you. I've just had to learn that lesson the hard way."
What a conversation to be having. In the dark. In a storm. On a thin piece of rope. With some faceless darkness. After two years, suddenly it seems her life is trying to get back to its usual insanity.
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With that, she'll find herself in Liminal Space, without warning.
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