There are piles of rocks all over, though most of them are far too big for you to move, so a smaller pile might work.
I’m currently talking to Santo about it.
Us three, dear boy.
I help with the burial, but stay alert for more intruders like the girl.
OK, you are in the process of burying him.
It’s getting light out.
sits up
Why the hell are you guys throwing dirt on me?
Dude, what up? I thought you were dead!
Well, I sure felt like it! How long have I been out?
Couple of hours. You sure you aren’t some sort of undead thing?
I sure hope not. I feel like shit, though. Can I get some water?
Oh, um, sure. Your skin is right over there.
:Points in the direction of the pile of Ruggers stuff that was about to get divided up as part of a shared burden:
Um…so. tdn, are there any rituals I know of that will allow me to check Rugger out and make sure he isn’t some sort of damned thing?
Surprisingly, there are not.
Can you toss it to me? I feel more hungover than 10,000 Indians. Oh, wait, Indians don’t exist yet. I feel more nauseous than a pregnant woman who has morning sickness and is trying to puke where the dog just shat.
Huh…well then.
Um…
Sure, here you go.
:toss water to Rugger:
So…
Just until we figure stuff out…
Stick to your own stuff Rugger, and, I hope you don’t mind, but avoid touching us for the next few days, would you?
Anyone have any idea what in the name of the goddess is going on around here?
No, no, I understand. That was freaking weird. I had a funky dream, and it’s coming back to me very slowly. All I remember right now is a woman with a long, flowing robe appearing in the dream.
I explain to Santo what has been happening and explain we are delighted he’s back but are worried:
- we honestly thought he was dead
- we are nervous about what he might ‘turn into’
I ask if I can give Santo a tiny cut to see if he bleeds.
Sure?
holds out arm, fist down, towards glee
Very carefully I make a tiny cut in Santo’s arm.
Yells “BOO!!!” to startle glee, then laughs and looks expectantly at my arm.
No, you don’t. You reach over to do so, and find something about him to be completely repulsive. Utterly, unfathomably, grotesquely repulsive. Like there’s an alien presence trying to worm its way into your mind.
You recoil in horror.
Maybe it was the way he said Boo.
Hrmmm, I don’t like that at all.
Can Rugger cut himself on the arm a little for us?
And, is the GM positive I don’t know any rituals that would help me understand the nature of what is going on here?
I checked three times. I’m going to go onto the message board to see if I missed something, but the responses there tend to be slow.