Nodwin is watching with a curious expression on his face, while relaxing against the wall. This conversation seems to have a humerous undertone.

In reply to Nodwin Zideqick (msg # 49):

Clarence shakes his head.

"And they say I am strange for a pet spider..." he mutters.

He looks around for some spider food instead...

Jocelyn makes a face at the image. That's disgusting

That dude is a sick mother fucker... I'll cut the asshole if he even gets close to me...

Jareth looks askance at the last three and then speaks with emphasis, "Yah Ymid, pretty much exactly that... just not living flesh.  Inanimate matter is used on this world."

In reply to Jareth Mooncalled (msg # 53):

Did Clarence find any spider food around? Dead bodies, or rats?

"Now, Mellarill, different people, different places, different cultures and standards.  I don't think Ymid intended anything offensive, but he doesn't think just like we do, and I think it's clear his home isn't like our world."

She Looks doubtful   Didn' look acceptable to me... keep de ass away...we'l see how it goes over time.

In reply to Mario Crowfoot (msg # 48):

Oblivious to Mellarill's and Jocelyn's disgust at its attempted questioning of a lock, and rather interested in Mario's demonstration of the use of the tools.

[Private to Mario Crowfoot: you feel nausea as it picks at your mind as you say this, as if he is trying to see what you are thinking as you describe locks.]

It sinks back from the focused hunch you are starting to recognize as "attentive" and makes a rippling gesture that may be a shrug, and once again it images Hand gesture, glowing symbols and script, door rippling away like water as a stone passes through, and Ymid passing through, then door reforming behind ¡Easier!

"Easier for you.  A key or a set of lockpicks is easier for us.  Or most of us, at any rate."

"Most'o us have no ability with magic."

He pauses, "So t'e anomaly ya sensed?  Like t'e magic of Ludlow, or somethin else?"

In reply to Jareth Mooncalled (msg # 59):

"Not intraplanar embedding/gate conjuration. Some telepathic activity, in quantity...
 also a lifeforce inversion. Atypical, not demi-plane attuned energy transfer, that is common
 among the animate but unliving.  Also not transubstantiation of essence, or rejuvenation of material form, something more profound, possibly representing the intervention of a greater
 power to effect a both a stasis and an inversion of flow. These events are often a function of impulse, rather than system on the part of such entities. They act with little inclination to conservation of energy..."
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Mario shakes his head sharply.  "I hope that made sense to you, Jareth.  I'll stick to archery, or pick the occasional lock.  Mix it up with a staff, if necessary, but that magic stuff makes my head spin.  Or at least I think it's the magic talk that's doing that."

In reply to Ymid (msg # 60):

Clarence, still looking for something to feed his friend with, asks "Can someone translate that please?"

Hard to follow, but I think he might be suggesting that the Saturnites have done something significant again.
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"How many of them do you figure are left? We took care of quite a few ourselves."
Nodwin ponders a bit, "The survivors could be desperate and may have done something foolish, I suppose."

In reply to Nodwin Zideqick (msg # 64):

"Are we the only ones fighting them? Perhaps we can get some reinforcements?"

Clarence again eyes the doggie, not finding any other stuff suitable to feed his friend...

"I don't know, we had trouble in these small spaces with the size of the group last time we brought an army down here."

Mellarill notes Clarences gaze and nocks an arrow.

Jareth finally breaks out of his ruminations, "Telepathy?  That don' sound Saturnian to me.  Unless t'ey are under t'e sway of Elder Powers an not an infernal deity.  But that would also support t'e different reports over t'e years, different groups, different beings in charge."

He thinks a moment more.  "I don't ken we got time to drum up volunteers with no a guaranteed payout.  Best we just finish restin up t'en see we find this disturbance ourselves.  We got three stalwart fightin types," he points to Brodak, Charlene, and Clarence, "two o' t'e best archers I ever seen," he gestures at Mel and Mario, "Jocelyn an Nodwin covering t'e magic an godliness, my mind, an Ymid here didn't seem no slouch facin down t'em spoders."


He smiles at the group, "I ken we got this."

In reply to Jareth Mooncalled (msg # 68):

Clarence notes Mellarill nocking the arrow, and steps in between her and the spider, shield readied.

"Oh, I don't know about stalwart fighting type...I just hold the light, but maybe finding some cultists for 8-eyes here would be a good thing. In that case, where do we find them?"

"Whether we got this or not, it seems to be on us."  Turning to Ymid and trying to form a clear image in his mind, Mario asks, "This side of the Gate, or the other?  If this side, what direction?"

"Long as Little Spoder t'ere don't need t'e bodies be alive when she wraps 'em, still got corpses in t'e basement need draggin to ottys.  Could hold one or two back, maybe down in that area we cleared out.  An if t'ey need be still kickin, put one down t'ere an let her lay web around it, catch her some rats, maned or regular."

In reply to Jareth Mooncalled (msg # 71):

"Been trying to catch a rat for im, but they seem to be all gone all of a sudden..."

"I'd guess rats tend to avoid spiders this size.  I certainly would, if I weighed just a pound or so.

"Given the way they wrapped up Ymid and his pet, they seem to prefer their food alive, at least when they wrap it."
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