conversations: human
conversations:  All was silent as your powerful stride brought you closer and closer to the kill.  Then at the foot of a nearby tree a pair of eyes opened as something detached itself from a tree.  It looked much like a little gnome overgrown with moss.  Unceremoniously it spat out a mouthful of dirt that had accumulated there in the years it had stood by the tree.  Moss grew healthily from its toes on up into a beard making it hard to tell precisely how long the beard was, but the little man looked old, and grumpy for that matter.  Waving his finger at you as if it were a bladed dagger the strange creature informs you    "Jack is coming.  Jack, Lord of all the Fairies of the world.  You'd best be most courteous."   The gnome glares daggers at you for a long moment as if to make sure you understood, but then he melted instantly, vanishing from the world.  It had been a dream, the first of many as fate might have it.  Over the next several days killorans casually armed with clubs, little water elementals, little flowery fairies, and even a woman you'd swear was a nymph visited your dreams.  Each spoke the same thing "Jack is coming", but to each it seemed to mean something different.  To the Gnome it had seemed an official visit of great import for which you should be honored, to the little fairies it seemed cause for joy and celebration, the water elements swooned with excitement, the nymph seemed to think that such a visit elevated your personal standing to someone of interest worth playing with, some animals even came, birds chirping happily, a bear roared energetically, catching your gaze and holding it half a minuet before seeming to smile as it vanished like all the others had.  They came in ones and twos, greeting you, speaking to you, but whenever you tried to speak back, words evaded you.  The dreams persisted for three days (immunity to mind effecting blocks the dreams, diverting them to one of your higher ups instead.)
  
  On the third day a man appeared, garbed in furs wearing a stag-skull mask, bloodlust plain in his eyes as he grinned through barbed teeth which protruded from under the mask.  At his sides his hands clenched and unclenched as if ready to strike at a moments notice.  Calmly the bestial man said simply    "I'll see you soon."     His voice was rough and savage, predatory exuding confidence and strength.  With that Jack vanished.  The next day an identical man appeared in your lands.
  
   
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  I'll be starting over here and snake my way through your territory until I find someone to give me directions.  🙂
   
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