Night Stalker

Plotline: Main

Type: Social

Night Stalker actually turned out to be quite amiable; not all predators are.

"Oh, laughing gods!" Kismet hissed. "It IS her; and we can't DO anything about it, not under the treaty ward."

"Which her?" Madonna asked.

"Fu Bana, one of the two surviving Nine." Kismet said.

"Well, the ward can't get you if you just talk, right?" I asked.

Kismet clenched her jaw and shook her head. "I'll end up as a lump of charcoal if I try talking to her now. Besides -"

The floor came up and slapped my left side. I had just enough time to wonder what was going on.

[Lucid Dreaming enforced.]

Enforced? That wasn't the usual message.

I found myself on a dark riverbank, resting on a bed of broad leafed papyrus. Well, I say resting; those stems didn't evolve for comfort.