by Mysti » Wed Aug 02, 2023 6:00 pm
Mysti nodded once, slowly, as she listened to Cyprian talk about possible Shenanigans at the Dancing Bear. She had been here in Sigil for some two decades now and hadn't known Cyprian - or Gizby - was here. She honestly couldn't remember many of the people she had grouped up with in the sewers beneath Zobeck. Most of their names and faces had long ago succumbed to the unforgiving nature of time -- except for that strange walking fungus. She only remembered him -- or her -- or it -- or whatever -- because it had been cute. Of course she remembered Cyprian -- but even Gizby was now on the frontiers of her memory. Had not Cyprian mentioned his name, she would have forgotten him, too.
The odds that all three of them, independently, found and traversed a portal to Sigil, was --- astronomical. To say the least. Unless, of course, it had all been engineered by -- someone.
"You must've had a lot more than I did then. In so much as treasure is concerned. I didn't have much to speak of aside from the personal possessions that, I'm pretty certain, are long gone. The odds of finding a portal back to Zobeck aren't very good. Assuming you would want to go back. I figure any- and everyone who once knew me in Zobeck are also gone now. Some died of old age. Others were killed while exploring or undertaking some fool's errand. Those that are left may have wondered where dear Mysti had disappeared to, but have since stopped caring."
She leaned forward to match Cyprian's posture so that they were almost -- almost -- nose to nose.
"Funny thing is -- so have I. With regards to Zobeck. Red water, hmm?" Her eyes drifted down to the vial in Cyprian's hands, then back up to Cyprian's own eyes. Her voice was but a whisper, velvety and sibilant. "Alright then. Red water it is. Ready when you are."
[b][i]Mysti nodded once, slowly, as she listened to Cyprian talk about possible Shenanigans at the Dancing Bear. She had been here in Sigil for some two decades now and hadn't known Cyprian - or Gizby - was here. She honestly couldn't remember many of the people she had grouped up with in the sewers beneath Zobeck. Most of their names and faces had long ago succumbed to the unforgiving nature of time -- except for that strange walking fungus. She only remembered him -- or her -- or it -- or whatever -- because it had been cute. Of course she remembered Cyprian -- but even Gizby was now on the frontiers of her memory. Had not Cyprian mentioned his name, she would have forgotten him, too.[/i][/b]
[b][i]The odds that all three of them, independently, found and traversed a portal to Sigil, was --- astronomical. To say the least. Unless, of course, it had all been engineered by -- someone.[/i][/b]
[b][color=#FF80FF]"You must've had a lot more than I did then. In so much as treasure is concerned. I didn't have much to speak of aside from the personal possessions that, I'm pretty certain, are long gone. The odds of finding a portal back to Zobeck aren't very good. Assuming you would want to go back. I figure any- and everyone who once knew me in Zobeck are also gone now. Some died of old age. Others were killed while exploring or undertaking some fool's errand. Those that are left may have wondered where dear Mysti had disappeared to, but have since stopped caring."[/color][/b]
[b][i]She leaned forward to match Cyprian's posture so that they were almost -- almost -- nose to nose.[/i][/b]
[b][color=#FF80FF]"Funny thing is -- so have I. With regards to Zobeck. Red water, hmm?"[/color] [i]Her eyes drifted down to the vial in Cyprian's hands, then back up to Cyprian's own eyes. Her voice was but a whisper, velvety and sibilant.[/i] [color=#FF80FF]"Alright then. Red water it is. Ready when you are."[/color][/b]