Exit Sandman
Say your prayers, little one
Don't forget, my son
To include everyone
I tuck you in, warm within
Keep you free from sin
'Til the sandman, he comes
“When you’re in high stress, high stakes business like I am, it’s good to have a place you can relax in. I go down there, grab a coffee and one of their delicious pastries, and take a breather before heading back to the concrete jungle and my current battle. The people there aren’t important, they’re just people who like good coffee and good pastries, just like me.”
In the darkness of the wilderness, nothing seems to move other than the wind. However, if you know what to look for and where to look, there is a pair of eyes over there, pinpoints in the darkness… and then it’s off, racing through the forest and away. In the distance, screams indicate someone is suddenly having a very bad night…
“I go to the café because it’s boring writing at home. They don’t mean anything to me; they’ve just become familiar.”
They never look up, which once again heralds their downfall. The wolf drops down, landing on the two they were trying to protect in the middle of the group, and before they have a chance to react they are both dead, one with their throat torn out with vicious teeth, the other with a knife through their neck and pinning them to a tree.
“I’m not here long, just needed a job to earn some money before I moved on again. I like the café, it’s a good spot, and they do really good pastries, so I time my deliveries so I’m there just when the lunchtime batch come out of the oven. That’s all.”
The bonfire burns hot and bright, on this night of merriment and joy. A rare win that can be publicly celebrated has everyone letting their guard down. Almost everyone… a tiger made of flames and devotion quietly patrols atop the wall, never once looking into the celebrations, but always looking outside, just in case…
“I don’t really know them, they’re just the people down at the café…”
A golden axe slices through the air, embedding itself into his throat. The spill that results causes lightning to dance over nearby surfaces, as the ghost of a dream of a wyrm screams and fades into the Blue Air.
“Yeah, I know their favourite drinks, they’re my regulars after all. But… that’s it…”
The raven flies as if part of the storm that surrounds it, swooping, gliding, soaring high and diving low, all the while covering distance at a speed that seems unreal. She has many miles to cover tonight, if their plans are to succeed.
Something's wrong, shut the light
Heavy thoughts tonight
And they aren't of Snow White
Dreams of war, dreams of liars
Dreams of dragon's fire
And of things that will bite, yeah
“I/we don’t know these people, then why do I/we feel like I/we could trust them with my/our life/lives… and already have?”
Hush, little baby, don't say a word
And never mind that noise you heard
It's just the beasts under your bed
In your closet, in your head
An Immortal (The Invisible War) game for five acquaintances at an inner-city café on a Saturday morning.
| Adult Content: | MA15+ - Not suitable for children |
| Characterisation: | High |
| Setting Knowledge: | Not Required |
| Rules Knowledge: | Not required |
| Seriousness: | High |