[ Eddie doesnāt think. He doesnāt have time to. A dozen questions are rattling against the panic in his head, too loud to let any other thoughts through. And so itās instinctive and automatic, the way he reaches out to take the hand that pulls him above the surface.
Thereās no pain, no blood, not even any scars, just the mere memory of the bats ripping into his flesh and a slow descent into darkness. Heās confused, and it shows in the way his fingers keep trailing to his side, pressing in as if heās hoping to feel a twinge of pain. At least then, things might make sense. But then again, things havenāt made sense for Eddie Munson for some time now. Maybe he needs to stop trying to put an ounce of logic into things.
He wanders the marketplace for some time, allowing more questions to brew in his head (Rowan March as far from helpful in allowing him to get any questions in) until he finally grabs the nearest person to ask the biggest one on his mind: ]
Hey, uh, if I wanted to figure out if I were, you know, dead, how would one go about confirming or denying that?
[ Smooth and normalā¦ ]
2. Storytime
[ Eddie has never considered himself to be a storyteller per se, merely a DM with years of experience in putting together entertaining campaigns. But when he thinks about it, whatās really the difference? He was weaving a story to entertain his party members before, and while young children arenāt his usual crowd, itās a skill that can easily transfer over.
That, and he needs to figure out a way to make some money here, fast. So he cracks his knuckles, puts on his best DM voice, and launches into an elaborate taleāparts of which he may or may not have swiped from pre-existing stories and D&D campaigns, but you know. Itās cool. ]
ā¦and when darkness fell upon the village, the Oni changed its shape. Its sharp teeth and long fingers shrunk, its blue skin changed, and just like that, it looked no different from you and I.
[ He pauses for effect, his audience hanging on every wordāfor now. ]
In fact, it had taken on the very shape of a young childās mother. Trusting a familiar face, the child followed when she beckonedābut that was a mistake! The Oni led the child away from town, away from people. The child, by this point, was too terrified, too frightened to run as the Oni turned back to its true formā¦opened its mouth wide, and devoured the child!
[ And thatās when one of the children begins to cry. Eddie pauses and drags a hand over his face. At least heās never had to deal with tears in D&Dāwell, for the most part. ]
Alright, shitā
[ He rolls his eyes when a woman, likely a mother, cuts him off by hisses something about his language. ]
Fine! Fine, fine, fine. And then the Oni regurgitated its meal because the child tasted terrible and swore to only devour adults from then on, the end.
3. Main Roads
[ He isnāt totally stupid. Heās heard whisperings of monsters on the main roads, and he really isnāt keen to get himself involved (or killed again), but heās curious. Curious to see whatās real and what isnāt, curious to catch sight of something, but not so curious that he wants to get himself wrapped up in any more trouble.
So he walks the road, just barely, trying to keep Solvunn in view so he can make a beeline back to town if necessary. It doesnāt really help. Cautious and careful as he may be, he hears something in the distanceāmight be the cracking of a twig beneath a human boot, might be something more animal.
He canāt help it.
He shrieks. ]
Jesus H Christ!
[ Internally kicking himself for such a nervous reaction, he begins to back up slowly, eyes wide and frantic as he searches for the source of the noise. ]
Eddie Munson | Stranger Things | The Devil
1. Arrival; Solvunn
[ Eddie doesnāt think. He doesnāt have time to. A dozen questions are rattling against the panic in his head, too loud to let any other thoughts through. And so itās instinctive and automatic, the way he reaches out to take the hand that pulls him above the surface.
Thereās no pain, no blood, not even any scars, just the mere memory of the bats ripping into his flesh and a slow descent into darkness. Heās confused, and it shows in the way his fingers keep trailing to his side, pressing in as if heās hoping to feel a twinge of pain. At least then, things might make sense. But then again, things havenāt made sense for Eddie Munson for some time now. Maybe he needs to stop trying to put an ounce of logic into things.
He wanders the marketplace for some time, allowing more questions to brew in his head (Rowan March as far from helpful in allowing him to get any questions in) until he finally grabs the nearest person to ask the biggest one on his mind: ]
Hey, uh, if I wanted to figure out if I were, you know, dead, how would one go about confirming or denying that?
[ Smooth and normalā¦ ]
2. Storytime
[ Eddie has never considered himself to be a storyteller per se, merely a DM with years of experience in putting together entertaining campaigns. But when he thinks about it, whatās really the difference? He was weaving a story to entertain his party members before, and while young children arenāt his usual crowd, itās a skill that can easily transfer over.
That, and he needs to figure out a way to make some money here, fast. So he cracks his knuckles, puts on his best DM voice, and launches into an elaborate taleāparts of which he may or may not have swiped from pre-existing stories and D&D campaigns, but you know. Itās cool. ]
ā¦and when darkness fell upon the village, the Oni changed its shape. Its sharp teeth and long fingers shrunk, its blue skin changed, and just like that, it looked no different from you and I.
[ He pauses for effect, his audience hanging on every wordāfor now. ]
In fact, it had taken on the very shape of a young childās mother. Trusting a familiar face, the child followed when she beckonedābut that was a mistake! The Oni led the child away from town, away from people. The child, by this point, was too terrified, too frightened to run as the Oni turned back to its true formā¦opened its mouth wide, and devoured the child!
[ And thatās when one of the children begins to cry. Eddie pauses and drags a hand over his face. At least heās never had to deal with tears in D&Dāwell, for the most part. ]
Alright, shitā
[ He rolls his eyes when a woman, likely a mother, cuts him off by hisses something about his language. ]
Fine! Fine, fine, fine. And then the Oni regurgitated its meal because the child tasted terrible and swore to only devour adults from then on, the end.
3. Main Roads
[ He isnāt totally stupid. Heās heard whisperings of monsters on the main roads, and he really isnāt keen to get himself involved (or killed again), but heās curious. Curious to see whatās real and what isnāt, curious to catch sight of something, but not so curious that he wants to get himself wrapped up in any more trouble.
So he walks the road, just barely, trying to keep Solvunn in view so he can make a beeline back to town if necessary. It doesnāt really help. Cautious and careful as he may be, he hears something in the distanceāmight be the cracking of a twig beneath a human boot, might be something more animal.
He canāt help it.
He shrieks. ]
Jesus H Christ!
[ Internally kicking himself for such a nervous reaction, he begins to back up slowly, eyes wide and frantic as he searches for the source of the noise. ]
I was just, uhhhā¦just leavingā¦
4. Wildcard
[ Hit me with your best shot! Iām easy. ]