For several days, [Character] had been unable to escape the feeling of being watched. Of eyes glinting in the darkness, of soft shapes half-seen, moving in the shadows. A sense of growing malice, the very night itself seeming to stalk him. And yet whatever danger was concealed in the shadows, it remained hidden, reluctant, perhaps, to strike him openly. Not daring to sleep, instead he sat with his back to the fire, the better to guard against the night. And so it was that, even as the first shadow slipped from the darkness, his hand was moving to him weapon. Only to stop, as he saw to his surprise that it was but a cat, black as the night, moving forwards to rub against his leg. Lowering his hand he stroked the animal, even as another emerged from the shadows, and a third, and a fourth, eyes gleaming bright. Until, surrounded now by the creatures, tails held high and proud, he saw a figure emerge from the night, this a woman, an apparition dressed in black and with a silver circlet wound within her hair. In her arms she held another cat, this one pure white, which bared its teeth at him, hissing.
Character Encounter
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| Options | Loyalists | Neutral | Usurpers |
|---|---|---|---|
| Say [one word] | ? | ? | ? |
| ATTACK the woman | ? | ? | ? |
| State his ALLEGIANCE | ? | ? | ? |
| OFFER the camp's hospitality | ? | ? | ? |
| FLEE | ? | ? | ? |