The Pallid Husk waits patiently in a dark alleyway, like a spider waiting for the fly... His robe is worn out and dirty, had no time for laundry these past week; every night lurking in the shadows for hours but getting nothing, it starts now to show its effect. "Maybe that's better, I kinda like the way my robes look, all stained & tattered- like a badge of office in service to my King!! muahahaha!!" The thoughts are swirling in his head, with no particular coherence... when, at last!, hears something shuffling from the opposite edge of the alleyway --
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@nyarlathotep, The Pallid Husk, waits in the alley, hoping for another easy target. The big man had been easy, too easy to drink up. He was like a pale broth, almost without nutrition, but the Pallid Husk wanted a stew...
Because you see, it wasn't the sane minds that tasted like a fine wine, oh no, it was the ones steeped in madness. Or better yet, those thoughts which danced upon the precipice, and could go either way...
@Bryan-Imhoff scurried beneath the streets of Ithaca. Taking in the smells and sounds, as if for the first time. After all, was he not free? Was he not a king in his own domain, with a kingdom of rats to rule over?
@effofex had been a thorn in his side, this was true. Many of The Rat Thing's loyal subjects had been eaten over the past week, but all of that was about to change, the Bad Man was gone now, he was above ground and no longer @bryan-imhoff's problem.
All was well, except for the singing, that is, and the smell of yellow fabric. The Rat-Thing didn't know that yellow had a smell until recently, but it did. It smelled of sweat, and overripe fruit. After days of hearing this music, and smelling all this Yellow, The Rat-Thing decided it was time to mount a scouting party, to see what was happening above ground.
@nyarlathotep smiled beneath the rotting tatters of his mask, he sensed something deliciously insane coming his way...
@nyarlathotep rolls (9) + mythos stat (1) = 10
@bryan-imhoff rolls (4) + mythos stat (1) = 5
The Rat Thing had grown overconfident after the victory over his previous master, having ceased to shore up his mental defenses against outsiders. Indeed, the strain of holding so many rats under his dominion had distracted him, and The Pallid Husk could not have been more pleased.
His song ensnared the mad creature, rendering him helpless as he crept above ground. The Pallid Husk laughed, and The Rat Thing laughed, and together they laughed until @nyarlathotep had drunk his fill. When the dawn came, The Pallid Husk was gone, and The Rat-Thing was another step closer to total oblivion. He dragged himself into a storm drain before anyone could spot him, and he did notice that many of his loyal rat subjects were missing.
@nyarlathotep's mythos stat increases to 2
@bryan-imhoff's power drops to 2
(I don't think either of you resteemed, but if you did, and I missed that, please let me know, and I will amend the scores/stat changes)
Forgot to resteem, indeed, but -- the stars were right for the Pallid Husk, anyway! With rat-thoughts infesting his damaged brain, the Pallid Husk scampers back to his lair...