Anyway. Plot progressed. Turns out some bad nights were caused by visions of some cultists bringing Nxla back. Yeah! Them other cultists don't know how to act. And so on. There was a guy there who blended in with the ceiling, had a very pointy nose and a forked tongue and looked like it has something to do with Coalition State.
We went on a quest to speak to Psyscape, by way of meeting the Grey Seers again. We didn't cause a cell to burst into flame this time, so I think they don't mind seeing us again.
Courtesy of Monday 18 December 2017's Rifts roleplaying session.
“Enjoy the lawsuit.”
“Everyone likes a good suit.”
“I was going to ask the Sphinxes something, but I forgot what it was.”
“When’s the world ending? Where does it start? Those would be good things to ask.”
GM: “Look for Destroy Plot spell.”
Player: “Oh, I found it. It’s level fuck you.”
“But they’re not affiliated. I say. Bravely.”
“I give him the finger.”
“Ooo-eer.”
“So it’s THAT apocalypse we’re going for now.”
GM: “No one knows how the Old Ones disappeared.”
Player: “Nxla probably ate them.”
(to Gorbash) “You’re going to get so annoyed they can’t learn the spell quicker.”
(to Booker) “Don’t take your possession issues out on me!”
“This tone of voice does not get nicer the more questions get asked.”
“Are you asking if your symbiote creature can level up?”
“Ahh, that nervous twitch. So worth it.”
“15 on my Dance skill.”
“To gracefully dance across the tree tops?”
“Whoever kills him is definitely you.”
“Who’s your boss?”
“Where’s your customer services department?”
To be continued!
