Episode One: New Taste

Refining your search for Dal Quor, you find some useful information as well as a few subjects for further reading. "Dal Quor was originally thought to be a physical plane where dreams are made into reality. This is only partially true, for just as dreams are malleable and constantly shifting, so too does the landscape; nothing is permanent or realistic. Dal Quor is also home to many creatures who prey on or protect dreams of all who sleep. The most prominent are the Quori, Eidolons, and Drifters. Regardless of appearance, never let your guard down in the presence of a Dal Quor native, as many have adopted shifting abilities.

Entering the Dal Quor voluntarily is especially difficult for outsiders, as no definite method has been recorded. Night hags -while not a guarantee- would be someone's best chance at passage into Dal Quor, assuming they are a reasonable sort.

WARNING: Do not enter Dal Quor without express clearance from the site Director. Failure will result in immediate punishment.

One of those goblins you spared won't shut up down here!! Says he wants a word and that it's "important".

Quori: Dreams and nightmares given physical form, weaker Quori adopt a more monstrous appearance and seek to relentlessly consume the spirits of all who dream, motivated only by greed. Stronger Quori can maintain a humanoid appearance, and appear to possess intellect on par with most races. Their motives are currently unknown, other then their age old hatred of anything outside of Dal Quor. Do not approach for any reason.

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The computer shuts off abruptly.

*Cshhhh!* The automatic doors allow everyone into the prison, immediately you are hit with the distinct smell of cleaning agents. It's a little known secret the head of the lockup -Gorton the Orc- is a relentless neat freak, second only to his strict adherence to proper protocol. For this reason you might be relieved at the desk Elf's relaxed posture as he watches the party enter."Relax, he's in a meeting. Or something. Anyway your customer is room 16, don't do anything I wouldn't." They start to pull out a copy of the readers digest, not looking concerned about anything.

The hallway down is slightly less cramped in here, mainly due to the lack of foot traffic. Walking down the twisted path metal doors line both sides, some with warning labels of a potentially dangerous inmate, or magic-dampening field. Arriving at room 16 you enter inside a fairly spacious room. The walls are simple concrete, and a translucent barrier cuts the room in half. On your side are a few chairs and an emergency prison escape latch, on the other three bunk beds and a table holding a simple digital clock. Under the covers of one of the top bunks you are pretty sure you notice the general shape of a smaller body remaining motionless.

Immediately the figure rises from the covers, revealing the familiar face of Mulrick. He looks somewhat relieved to see Rodrigo. "Ah, you live! Guards tol' me you went to see Jakor, thought you was done for." Walking up to the barrier he continues. "We was thinking... of getting early re-lease, for being so goo-AH!" Suddenly Flitter practically rams the barrier, falling to the ground from the force of the charge. Standing back up they slap and claw at the barrier fruitlessly with pitch-black arms, causing Mulrick to jump back a step in fear. "Monster! He is one of them, we know it, Yes we do!"

Jericho as you pull Flitter towards the corner it's quite obvious they're upset, struggling just a tad against you. "We've seen his face upon the moon, so bright and ever luminous, and now we will see him suffer until the moon can shine no more."

Meanwhile in response to Rodrigo's question Mulrick says in an accusatory tone: "Only monster is...that thing! Their fault we had to go wit' Jakor and those jerks!" He snatches nervous glances at Flitter, looking uncomfortable.

Engrossed in reading about the most fascinating article on OHSA complaints from hell, you might not notice the straight faced gnome with wiry-white hair until he shouts out "Whats the problem?!" upon entering the room with total disregard for the peace and quiet.