Echo's in the tunnels, IC brief for 26th Nov GS Options

[isbiraven]

As you all go about your normal day, during those brief quiet moments, the world around you slows...

not so much as you would notice to start with, but then your senses suddenly shift from the day to this singular moment...

Time stands still, or very close to it and as your mind begins to realise that this is not any normal daydream, you notice the shadow in the peripheral of your vision begins to move...

Slowly at first, as slow as the dust particles in the light in front of you, then quicker as it takes on the shape of some kind of ratfolk...

a whisper... only a whisper you hear from this ... thing...

"In the hidden realms of burrows deep,
Where moonlight shadows softly creep,
A child ratfolk, small and fleet,
In Slavik's grace, they find retreat."

The shadow moves closer...

"With fur of gray and eyes so bright,
They scamper through the silent night,
Tiny paws, a rhythmic beat,
Guided by Slavik's pawprints sweet."

Another step towards you...

"In corners dark, where secrets hide,
They weave their tales, side by side,
A whispered prayer, a heartfelt plea,
To Slavik, their god, forever be."

Its form solidifying, taking shape...

"Through mazes old, where dangers loom,
They navigate with nimble plume,
Slavik's whispers in their ear,
A guardian, forever near."

Its odor stings your nostrils as it approaches still...

"Oh, child ratfolk, with dreams untold,
In Slavik's arms, a love to hold,
Through tunnels vast, in unity,
They dance with joy, wild and free."

You feel his breath on the side of your face...

"So, let the moon its radiance cast,
On ratfolk dreams that everlast,
In Slavik's care, a sacred bond,
A child ratfolk's faith, so fond."

You see a flash of its face.... then the world around you bursts back into life with such force it shakes you for a moment...

The face... that thing... it could not have been... could it?!?


OOC:
I will take any pre-dungeon comms via watts app.