[h3]The Hunter's Dream[/h3]
“Bloody thing,” Gerlinde sighed, rolling her eyes with a wry grin. “Sure, I'll switch to the Mask Rune. I guess I'll just dump all these bits of creature somewhere, and maybe go make myself vomit before I actually digest the bits I swallowed...”
Torquil just stood there with Fulmen in his hands, looking somewhat dejected. He was caught between his annoyance at having died again, his relief that the others had not only died as well this time, but they had even died [I]before[/I] him, and almost a sense of boredom and impatience with how he had died. Compared to the three times he had died earlier this night – having his head repeatedly smashed into a stone floor, exploding from frenzy and exploding from frenzy while being gnawed on my dozens of horrid, nightmarish mouths – being beheaded seemed almost boring and uninteresting. Not only had the pain been much less, but he also had to just lie there as a disembodied head, waiting to die...

“[I]My Guidance sprites would tell you where Arrayah is... if she had not been in the Interstice... where the Nightmare looms close everywhere,[/I]” the whispers hesitantly replied to Ophelia's question. “[I]She wears the Deception Rune... which does more than you think. It does not make her invisible... you can see her... hear her... smell her... she is fully perceivable... but the rune bends your mind. Makes you ignore her. Under its influence... you cannot even touch her by accident... because subconsciously you will avoid her. Without meaning to... you will be trying to miss.[/I]”
There was a brief thoughtful pause. “[I]But as you experienced... it has limits. Once Arrayah interacts with you... Deception will become ineffective. If she speaks to you... touches you... or attacks you, you will see her... and be able to touch her.[/I]”