Silhouette and Thrak
Meanwhile...
The streets of Baldur's Gate were teeming. Hysteria was spreading, and with it came packs of people struggling at odds with one another. Many were families either trying to get home or trying to reach the city walls to get out. Others were looters, breaking windows and taking advantage of the chaos to try and stuff their pockets. Sometimes one type became the other, and then back. And then there were those who were just...fleeing. Trying to find a safe place.
When it was the sky going mad though, where was safe?
For all the press and cries and frenzy, the crowd parted for Thrak. Being a good two heads taller than a full grown man, impossibly broad and muscled, and clad entirely in steel had that effect. His companion made substantially less impact, being invisible and directly behind him. She probably didn't NEED to be, but Thrak knew she disliked public appearances.
They were moving against the crowd, towards the harbor, hugging buildings wherever possible to get some cover from the falling floes of ice.
"I still think under the streets would have been better," the goliath muttered.
A quiet voice came from behind him, "There will be people down there too...and the people there would be far more...predatory than those here."
Thrak worked his shoulders and glared up at the seething clouds overhead. "I can kill people. I can't kill storms."
There was a chuckle. "Killing isn't always the answer."
As they crossed away from the markets the crowds thinned. There were still stragglers, scampering in ones and twos and threes...and of course plenty of people unconscious or dead in the streets with hailstones the size of men's head scattered around them...but they could make faster time. Thrak had a close call when a hailstone hurtled down at him, but it shattered about a foot over his head, impacting a protective barrier that had been invisible but flared like a series of nested honeycomb cells when struck, then faded again.
Thrak grunted and shook his head, and they hurried onward. The walls rose up over the buildings ahead, signaling that the Docks district was near. With any luck the crews of the ships were slowed by the weather as well. They only needed one ship to be intact, with enough crew to sail. Just one, and Silhouette could work her will to gain herself and her companion passage.
The hail was troubling though. Ships were built to resist weather, but this was no ordinary storm. Would sails stand up to this? Decks? She wasn't sure. Not for the first time she cursed that she still hadn't managed to unlock the latent potential in the enchanted belt around her waist. That would have been an easy way out...but it thirsted for more power than she was yet able to provide it in one go.
As Silhouette, fading into view as her invisibility wore off, and Thrak approached the stone wall dividing the Docks from the rest of the city, something curious happened. A man appeared from nowhere. They stopped, and Thrak reached back to grasp the hilt of his sword.
"Wait." Silhouette was revealed as humanoid, female, but with some distinct differences. Her skin was absolutely black in shade...darker even than the midnight violet of the drow. Against that backdrop, the white of her eyes and teeth were startlingly bright and she had no hair on her head. She was clad in a flowing robe of entwined streams of deep purple and red, making a strange aurora that clung to her voluptuous figure.
Thrak stayed his hand as the man crowed something about Mystra.
"I know him." Silhouette approached him, her curiosity tempered by wariness. She leaned down a little to get a closer look. "Haspur, is it? The 'mad prophet' of Baldur's Gate? You're no spellcaster...how did you appear here?"
The goliath frowned deeply. He knew her well, but it was hard to stand aside for her legendary inquisitiveness when the skies spat death and who knew what worse was to come. There were times to gather knowledge and secrets, and times to stay on task. But it was not for him to command the likes of her.
OOC: Violet and Maroon
