[X] May be to blame...
Although the this strange lucidic dream happened directly after ingesting such a creature, the Otopath decides for an innocent until proven verdict, showing that it's case is one that is open and accepting of the possibility of causality, but also justifies innocence where it is warranted.
Yes.. The koi isn't to blame for this strange sleep cycle.
[X] Gargoyle Head
The Otopath moves stridently towards the gargoyle head and expeditiously investigates it's now closed maw, stepping out of the grace of the campfire and into the darkness around. The scurrying pitter-patter of strange hefty feet are heard chatting along the stone floor in every direction against the Otopath. The sounds shift and murmur, echoing slightly before ending at a cold stop.
As the flashlight beams onto the Gargoyle Head, the Otopath feels a chilling cold across it's back, up to it's neck. Upon turning around there is nothing there but stagnant dust particles which in the flashlight's beacon are made more prominent.
Leaning over the curved edge of the waterfront does the Otopath touch the gargoyle's head, smoothing it's palm over the harsh eroded surface as if petting this beast may yield a result. To which there are none...
@ : Through the astute mind, channeling forms of logical thought upon this stone guardian has proven that maybe the Gargoyle works on a timed mechanism and closes during the nocturnal cycle. Perhaps to conserve water reserves?
[X] Asclepius
As the Otopath travels in thought of the Gargoyle, it's mind wanders across it's decision inside. To remember that it is in fact a medical professional of some worth, that it remembers the times spent in hospitals. Not as a patient but as a practitioner, although it cannot recall how experienced or well-versed it is within the field. It does recall having a modest amount of pride in it's work.
A god of medicine, a twinned snaked rod, it all seems vaguely familiar. Maybe a different scope or peripheral but the same entity none-the-less. A being of good that strives to aid those sick and unwell. An oath was remembered to do no harm, to help and to cure.
Reminiscing of the past has volleyed memories in slew into the Otopath. It stands with it's hand touching the Gargoyle, in darkness with light in hand. Fondly remembering the times spent with patients, remembering the peculiars, the regulars and those lost...
<Medical Knowledge 2>
+ Guide My Hand [When healing itself or others the medical success rate is increased by 25%, regardless of the situation]
+ Selfishly Altruistic ["This is my patient, and no one else's, this is my job and only I can help"] [ The Otopath will go to great lengths to save a life, no matter the cost.] [Individuals that are aided are doubly healed] <However, it takes 25% more supplies to do so>
[X] The Red Door
The sudden influx of memories end with a sour pang, heard off in the distance. The sound of a rupturing of metal slag gliding across harsh brick grates the ears before stopping abruptly. Turning it's head and guiding it's light does the Otopath travel it's view towards the Red Door.
Quiet does the world become as the light fixates upon it. The blackened door-knob pulsates with a sickly black smoke that rises into the darkness of the ceiling, melding with it.
Slowly does the Otopath travel forward, and stops in front of this strange relic.
The knob beacons to be pulled, a strange draw comes from the avian's hand as it unwittingly guides it's arm outwards.
[>] Open the Red Door?
[<] Fight the Urge and Leave
[X] Search for Food
The Otopath wouldn't even know where to look, although a pleasant smell of fresh cooked meals seems to be coming from the Teef Haus...
