Once upon a time, in a land not so far away...
You wake to the feeling of being watched. Of a set of unfamiliar eyes, of warm breath on the back of your neck. A jolt back to the land of the living, and it's gone. No matter how quick you are, how sneaky, the source of the disruption has long since disappeared, so you have no choice but to try and ignore it. To continue on with your day and try to set that moment of strangeness aside.
You eat, drink, speak with others. Perhaps you explore a little. Whatever it is you choose to do for the day, that feeling from the morning won't return. And by the time the sun sets and the moon glows brightly above, you've likely set those moments of strangeness aside. It's not like it's anything new, after all.
It's the same again for the next few days. No better, no worse. Something best ignored, right?
A speck of blood on the doorframe. That wasn't there before, was it?
A snap of twigs in the distance. A crunch of leaves.
Claw marks gouged deeply into the door.
Into the wall above your bed.
Scraps of red fabric, turned darker with blood. Pieces of fur. Of flesh.
Do you run and hide? Do you fight? Whatever you choose, it's definitely time to make sure your body parts aren't scattered next...
...what a horribly big mouth you have.
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Since first waking up on the island, characters have been stuck with that feeling of being watched. It isn't a constant. Isn't more than a few seconds at a time, dotted throughout the day. Investigation has never turned up much, and there's never been any sightings of the cause of it all.
Until now.
Throughout the first half of the week, characters will find themselves suffering from that feeling of being watched on a far more constant basis. Rather than it being a one-off, few seconds occurrence each day, that feeling will last for minutes at a time, and on multiple occasions.
However, it isn't until the fifth day that they'll start stumbling across physical signs of their monitoring. There are claw marks on doors. Spots of blood on the paths outside. A crack of twigs in the forests, or the imprint of bloodied paws in the snow.
Ten days in and those signs start finding their way indoors. Wet footprints, tinged with red. Claw marks in the walls, the floor. Torn sheets and the smell of wet...something. Whatever it is that's been watching you, its finally decided to come and say hello.
Two weeks in and characters will begin to have sightings of the creature, its fur dark and its eyes a glowing yellow. At times it looks like a wolf, prowling in the distance. At other times, it's walking on its hind legs, almost human were it not for the muzzle full of gleaming sharp teeth. Get too close, and it slips away like a shadow, gone between one blink and the next. It decides when to reach out to characters, not the other way round.
It's after characters finally get a good look at the creature that it starts leaving...gifts. Characters will start to find familiar items from their home worlds amidst the mess. The remains of a childhood pet, perhaps. Photographs of loved ones, faces torn almost beyond recognition. It's only once it delivers its final gift that the creature retreats to the trees again: a blood-splattered item of clothing that clearly belongs to the person the character misses the most at the time, alive or dead.
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Important to me. I'd like to help if I can. To do so I'd be willing to share mine.
[he hasn't been obvious. The only persons who knows he has a satchel are Peter and John but the details. That's the key.
Reaching into his chest, he pulls his out covered in dripping moss and lichen and bark.]
These objects belong to those close to us.
...do you think they're safe?
Where
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She gives his question careful consideration despite already having a conclusion. She at least owes him the courtesy of doubling back to think about what brought her there.] I think they're alive. Whoever left these items is toying with us. If they had a dead body to produce, they would have done so already. If we work together, we can find these people and free them.
[Which is to say she's in. They can team up.] Our best chance is to track down the one leaving these items. I can get them to give up what they know.
[It won't be pretty, but she can't regret using those skills to get back the ones they love.]
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After a moment he opens the bag and digs through it for a moment. A single thin root grows out of his wrist before wrapping around the gold ring and pulling it out.]
This...this is my wedding ring.
[He pauses] from my first marriage. It was destroyed in a fire. Except I remember this, when she put it on my finger. The engraving...no one knows about it.
It was mine and Linda's little joke.
[He extends it out to her.] This was dead but the other items tie to people who are living.
...except perhaps it wasn't destroyed. If you think they're alive, then my ex-wife might be alive.
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[She warns him ahead of time. The ring feels so real, but so did her broken sword that had been perfectly fine in the end. She hands it back with all the gentleness she can muster.] But, I rather be wrong in thinking they're alive than fail to rescue someone in need. If your ex-wife is here, we should focus our efforts on getting her back and destroying whoever has harmed these people so they will not do so again.
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[if abby's been harmed then woe betide them. To conquer death itself...]
A second one of these items links to a being of great power. great power. If whatever has brought us here took her we will need to be especially careful.
[he pauses. It's been weeks now by his recollection and the green has made no secret of what he can do.]
What do you need from me? The green is at your disposal.
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[Which is to say she absolutely knows this will only last for as long as it will get a reaction. The trail can go cold at any minute. Gamora doesn't want to rely on it if she doesn't have to.]
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Most greens however have other avatars, a sentience. This has that, but it's...secretive. It's hiding information from me and not letting me leave this place.
[His brow furrows, one big brown root crossing over his eyes.]
I'll do what I can as we walk. It keeps hinting at a "red creature" but I have no idea what it could be. Perhaps that'd be the place to start since we haven't met any locals yet.
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His muscles might swell in size before he looks pointedly at her.]
...If they've harmed my people, my wife - nothing will save them.