Your Sanity

You have witnessed the Sea and all its glorious horrors. Dark powers called out to you, their shadowy tendrils poised to invade your mind.

{if Sanity = 1} Your mind is strained and close to breaking as you walk in darkness. The nightmares have followed you, stalking you as the Sundered Sun tortures you with dizzying rays of leeching light. They darken your eyes and conjure phantasms that creep along the edge of your vision, always just out of sight. Crowds and dark places make you shiver, and even the friendliest words sound spiteful – as if filled with hidden menace. {elseif Sanity = 2} Your mind is strained and close to breaking, for your nights are terror. Your dreams always leave you weak, and they always leave you shaking. Each morning has you covered in sweat and struggling to breathe, unable to remember and unable to forget the things that hounded you in your sleep. {elseif Sanity = 3} You are not sleeping well and your dreams are unpleasant as a rule. Some are horrifying, black hounds and slavering forms that hound and threaten to devour you. Most are enervating instead; strange forms and colourful nonsense, a constant whisper that keeps you close to waking and leaves you tired when the morning comes. {elseif Sanity = 4} You do not dream and your sleep is a dark void, falling over you like a heavy blanket. It is the best a Mariner can hope for, to wake each morning refreshed and unbothered by a night lost to oblivion. {else} [NOTE: During your stay in Barenhaven especially, a variety of variables are in effect. Story mode is highly recommended.] {endif}

{if Sanity < 4} But Barenhaven, with its glittering lights and cavernous alleys, offers relief. All its vices and pleasures are just a few steps and a toss of the coin away. Lose yourself in debauchery and forget what you have seen between a lover’s thighs. A woman’s touch, the sensation of flesh pressed against flesh, of coupling perfumed by Gaoler’s Rose and stronger ****, is but a heartbeat away. You could drown yourself in lust and let lasciviousness wash over you.

Or you could take a calming walk in the park instead.

{else} You are as sane as you can hope to be, but it is always there: The lure of forgetting for just a moment. Of dreams that are pleasant for once. Moments of bliss, whisked away with the morning light. {endif}