We get a vague description of the town and then head towards the market. We do some shopping and at the end of the day, head back to the inn.
During the night, while sleeping, I am visited by Dread Polly Twigmouth - she looks purple and black, not like normal. The Thay Mount was also exploding. Dread Polly wanted the "Nevron's Book of Keeping." Then I fell into a nightmare realm, until I woke up screaming.
Nightmare:
You are in desolate wasteland. Rocks float in the air, like the Pinions, and in the distance the Thaymount glows bright violet and spews bilious liquid into the air. Red dusky sunlight bleeds down on you, but it leaves you chilled. Trees wither rapidly in the distance, and next to you, a beast's corpse decomposes at a stilted, exaggerated pace.
Dread Polly Twigmouth steps out from behind... Nothing that you can remember. You are transfixed on her. Her eyes burn into you. You know in your heart it is Dread Polly Twigmouth. You are certain, but you don't know why. Her skin is no longer moldy, moist green; it is now deep purple, like bruised grapes and oily, almost wet. Her once ivory hair is now ebony, and flails around her face like snakes or eels, though no wind touches your skin.
Her voice too, is different, huskier as she speaks. "Thought you could pull the ewe's wool o'er mine eyes, did ye? Thought t'would be a fine jest to show me for an imbecile before Granny did you NOT? Thought you could give me an empty shell of a codex, and I'd just let ye be? DIDN'T YE?"
The last two words are blared out in a wave that flays your skin, causing you to bleed obsidian ichor. Cracks spread like lightning on the ground, from which oozes malevolently glowing cobalt sludge. Floating isles explode in the distance, spraying pebbles in all directions. The Thaymount spews violently and violetly into the night sky.
Polly steps towards you, growing immensely. You want to turn and run, but your feet won't move. You look down, and see that my feet won't move, because they are buried in the rocks.
Bring us Nevron's Book of Keeping. I will be WATCHING!
With that last word, everything vanishes, becomes empty, and I realize that I am being chased, being hunted.
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