Armani (ROLLED 8, ROLLED 10, ROLLED 7) demands the mask from the last remaining Cultist. It twists and turns, scrapes at its porcelain face as the mask starts to slip away, but it just can't fight the Thorntrailer's will.
The mask goes flying into Armani's hands. The Cultist reels as the purple flowers crowding its face are exposed. The air seems to wilt them, turning them black and then gray, and they fall delicately to the ground.
Beneath is the face of a man, unfamiliar, who stares up at the sky and lets out a triumphant cry as sunlight bursts from his mouth. He is gone.
The dust has hardly settled to the ground when the memory begins again. Burton Bland finishes the transaction, takes the seed from Pouch's palm. He smiles sweet, and hardly notices the way the color seems to fade from the trees and grass around him.
Power fades from the clearing.
The chill in the air disperses.
Pouch loves humans just a little bit less.
"Thank you so much. You won't regret this, Peter Pan," says the man in the tweed jacket, taking one large step back.
Pouch smiles a crooked grin, already starting to swirl away like snow blown by a strong wind. It's done. "Sure do hope not," he says, though it seems he already does.
When Pouch disappears, the memory freezes once more. The grass within the fairy ring changes, revealing a portal back to Peckenpaugh.
[MEMORY COMPLETE! NPCs Defeated and linchpin located! You can stay here and scene, but I bet Pouch wants that back!]
MEMORY: Have A Heart
The mask goes flying into Armani's hands. The Cultist reels as the purple flowers crowding its face are exposed. The air seems to wilt them, turning them black and then gray, and they fall delicately to the ground.
Beneath is the face of a man, unfamiliar, who stares up at the sky and lets out a triumphant cry as sunlight bursts from his mouth. He is gone.
The dust has hardly settled to the ground when the memory begins again. Burton Bland finishes the transaction, takes the seed from Pouch's palm. He smiles sweet, and hardly notices the way the color seems to fade from the trees and grass around him.
Power fades from the clearing.
The chill in the air disperses.
Pouch loves humans just a little bit less.
"Thank you so much. You won't regret this, Peter Pan," says the man in the tweed jacket, taking one large step back.
Pouch smiles a crooked grin, already starting to swirl away like snow blown by a strong wind. It's done. "Sure do hope not," he says, though it seems he already does.
When Pouch disappears, the memory freezes once more. The grass within the fairy ring changes, revealing a portal back to Peckenpaugh.
[MEMORY COMPLETE! NPCs Defeated and linchpin located! You can stay here and scene, but I bet Pouch wants that back!]