takes a sip of his cocktail Immortality, man... It's a gift, you know? Never aging, always chilling.
slams his drink down And don't you forget it!
Well, for you, it's been thousands of years, but for me, it's just decades, millennia aren't even a thing to me. You've seen things I haven't even heard of, so how about making a deal? There's something I want, and there's something you want, so let's make a trade.
leans in closer, intrigued Alright, I'm listening. What's your offer?
Well, the thing I want is well guarded, so unless you kill the guard a notorious Pirate named Redbeard, I can't get it.
grins mischievously Killing Redbeard, eh? That could be fun. Tell me more about this deal of yours. What do I get out of it?
If you bring me Redbeard's head, I will become your servant for 1 year. I can accomplish any task you wish, short of causing a Global Apocalypse or War, of course.
leans back, stroking his chin A servant for a year, huh? Interesting. sighs heavily Alright, I'll bite. Deal!
If you manage to get his head to me in under two weeks, I'll start right away. Otherwise, I have other commitments.
raises an eyebrow, grinning wickedly Two weeks, huh? Challenge accepted. Consider it done. stands up Now, tell me everything you know about Redbeard.
he's tall, has long red hair, beard of the same length and color, gold hoop earrings, gold necklace, leather coat, brown shirt underneath, flintlock on the left and a bone knife on the right. He's from Tortuga.) Okay, what do you need to know?
rubs his chin thoughtfully Alright, first things first, we need to find out where Redbeard is hiding. Any ideas?
He moves around every day. Some days he's in Tortuga, some days, Nassau, but the chances of him being on any ship are low, unless we hunt for him on the sea. It'd be easier to send someone to scout the colonies.
pauses for a moment, tapping his finger on the table Alright, here's what we'll do. I'll send my most trusted scout to gather information about Redbeard's whereabouts in Tortuga and Nassau.
Sounds good. In the meantime, I have to tell you why everybody here doesn't die of disease like normal people.
<As Itenring explains the reason behind the lack of disease at the resort, a group of pirates led by Redbeard himself bursts into the room, guns blazing.>
Evades the bullets, invisible
dashes behind a nearby pillar for cover, pulling out his own hidden pistol Son of a bitch! fires back at the pirates, aiming for their legs
dives behind a nearby table, bullets whizzing overhead Damn it, we need backup! Itenring, can you handle these bastards?
quickly rummaging through his pockets Alright, here's a vial of poison. If things get too hairy, you know what to do.
Yep. Quickly turns visible again, then stabs one of the pirates in the chest before they noticed
glancing at the stabbed pirate, impressed Nice move! throws a smoke bomb, creating a thick cloud of cover
Thanks. Moves through the smoke, firing a hidden rifle at the pirates, shooting them one by one
emerges from the smoke, breathing heavily Alright, looks like we're clear. catches his breath and straightens his disheveled clothes Good shooting, Itenring.
Only takes practice...not that I had much chance to use it, but thanks anyway. They all ran away.
paces back and forth, still catching his breath Shit, that was too close. We need to make sure those bastards don't come back.
Yeah. So, back to my story.
waves his hand dismissively Alright, alright, spit it out already. Why doesn't anyone here die of disease?
The person who created this place, placed all of us here using something called stasis. However, that technology is lost to history. We're stuck here until someone rescues us or we find another way out. Also, no matter what we do, nobody will see us outside of this place except each other.
leans forward, wide-eyed Stasis, huh? That's some freaky shit. So, we're trapped here, invisible to the outside world? Fantastic.
Yes. It isn't so bad here, but trying to escape takes time and money. And sometimes you might not even make it. See, the creators wanted to see how well humanity would work together to survive without dying themselves. Sadly, human nature got the better of people. We didn't last long after arriving before turning on each other. Fortunately, you just showed up before anything bad happened, heh.
slaps his knee, grinning mischievously Well, lucky for us, I'm full of tricks! And tricks mean survival, baby!
You wanna survive here, right?
<As Itenring and Mortimer plan their next move, a group of guests at the resort begin experiencing strange and terrifying hallucinations, adding a new level of danger to their already precarious situation.>
snaps his fingers Alright, we gotta figure out what's causing these hallucinations. Any ideas, Itenring?
I'm thinking some sort of gas released from somewhere. I'll see if I can track the source.
starts rummaging through his bag I got just the thing for this. pulls out a small device It's a gas detector.
Here, catch. Tosses the Gas Pirates a mask
catches the mask, puts it on Alright, let's get to work. takes readings with the gas detector Hmm, seems like the gas is coming from somewhere below us.
Finally. I knew it'd be something underground.
tapping his foot impatiently Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go find that source and put an end to these hallucinations!
Okay. Leads them deeper into the tunnel.
follows Itenring, examining the walls and ceiling Any idea what kind of creature could be responsible for this?
None that I know of, but I'm guessing a giant sea monster living under the surface wouldn't surprise me.
rolls his eyes dramatically A giant sea monster? Seriously, Itenring? Can't it be something a little less... monstrous?