Cursed Quinn
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Feral will clamor down from the roof, and head over to Jalek's Flophouse. She'll move at an easy pace, keeping her eye out for potential disturbances like the previous fight.
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The Whisperers in Darkness
- Thread starter Desdichado
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Arlanen looks around nevously - she pauses a moment to try and focus her mind and unknown to her, her skin shimmers with a white light.
<<manifests precognition - +2 to any one roll in the next 10 minutes, has a visual display, i.e. her skin seems to shimmer for 1 round>>
"We can see you're watching us, can we help you boys at all". Arlenen unintentionally speaks in a somewhat patronising voice.
<<manifests precognition - +2 to any one roll in the next 10 minutes, has a visual display, i.e. her skin seems to shimmer for 1 round>>
"We can see you're watching us, can we help you boys at all". Arlenen unintentionally speaks in a somewhat patronising voice.
Harvey
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Ceres d'Deneith, Human Hexblade
The man in the black goatee (aka Ceres) glances at Arlanen's glow, but does not respond to the inquiry. He is busy eyeing the three thugs... and wait? Is that the halfling over there as well? He waits to see if the thugs make a move, or respond to Arlanen's inquiry.
The man in the black goatee (aka Ceres) glances at Arlanen's glow, but does not respond to the inquiry. He is busy eyeing the three thugs... and wait? Is that the halfling over there as well? He waits to see if the thugs make a move, or respond to Arlanen's inquiry.
MadMaxim
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Alastor - Human Warmage
Alastor looks surprised at the woman who seems to be a half-elf. That was certainly not magic! What is this woman doing and why!? Then he looks around and sees the people assembling around him and the others. That's not what I needed! He thinks to himself. He quickly draws his spear and points around.
"Any of you people want something from me...?" His eyes glowing with barely supressed magical power.
Alastor looks surprised at the woman who seems to be a half-elf. That was certainly not magic! What is this woman doing and why!? Then he looks around and sees the people assembling around him and the others. That's not what I needed! He thinks to himself. He quickly draws his spear and points around.
"Any of you people want something from me...?" His eyes glowing with barely supressed magical power.
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Forge glares at the world in general. She just wanted to make some gold, and now apparently she was going to have to put these fools in thier place. She gives the thugs a hard look, her hand straying to the club at her side.
Harvey
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Ceres d'Deneith, Human Hexblade
Ceres watches as the rest of the group livens up to those around them. Hmmm... looks like things are going to get interesting... "Don't mind me... I'm just passing through... but it looks like these thugs don't like to entertain visitors..." he says, with a wink to the brightly glowing half-elf and, just for fun, a wink to the female-looking warforged.
Ceres watches as the rest of the group livens up to those around them. Hmmm... looks like things are going to get interesting... "Don't mind me... I'm just passing through... but it looks like these thugs don't like to entertain visitors..." he says, with a wink to the brightly glowing half-elf and, just for fun, a wink to the female-looking warforged.
Lord_Raven88
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Eyeing the thugs, the halfling and the goateed human warily, Shard steps slighty in front of Forge on her left hand side, and draws his Scimitar with his left hand, and assumes a defensive posture.
Shard points his Scimitar at the nearest opponent, and maintains unswerving eye contact with him.
Shard points his Scimitar at the nearest opponent, and maintains unswerving eye contact with him.
Desdichado
Hero
All: The thugs (and others) are now making no secret of their interest in your little group--they are practically stalking towards you, cudgels and daggers in their hands.
As you prepare to meet them, you suddenly feel paralyzed--unable to move anything except your eyes. And it's not just you--the entire crowd has stopped; frozen mid-step, eyes wide and darting from side to side. The babble of conversation is hushed; all you can hear is the soft drumming of the rain on the rooftops nearby and in the puddles at your feet. A wave of heat passes over you; the rain and puddles start to steam. You can't see much beyond the vague, nearly shapeless forms of those near you frozen in place in the thickening steam and mist.
You hear a sound--it sounds like a tinkling little girl's giggle, coming from nowhere in particular, yet clearly audible over the rain.
And then suddenly you can move again. The fog and steam quickly evaporates under the falling rain, disappearing in seconds. The crowd moves again as normal--although you remember clearly seeing their faces strained and wide-eyed throughout the event, with the exception of a few people (i.e., the six of you) everybody continues on about their evening as if nothing had happened. The thugs, and halfling, and others who were moving in threateningly are all gone--disappeared without a trace.
As you prepare to meet them, you suddenly feel paralyzed--unable to move anything except your eyes. And it's not just you--the entire crowd has stopped; frozen mid-step, eyes wide and darting from side to side. The babble of conversation is hushed; all you can hear is the soft drumming of the rain on the rooftops nearby and in the puddles at your feet. A wave of heat passes over you; the rain and puddles start to steam. You can't see much beyond the vague, nearly shapeless forms of those near you frozen in place in the thickening steam and mist.
You hear a sound--it sounds like a tinkling little girl's giggle, coming from nowhere in particular, yet clearly audible over the rain.
And then suddenly you can move again. The fog and steam quickly evaporates under the falling rain, disappearing in seconds. The crowd moves again as normal--although you remember clearly seeing their faces strained and wide-eyed throughout the event, with the exception of a few people (i.e., the six of you) everybody continues on about their evening as if nothing had happened. The thugs, and halfling, and others who were moving in threateningly are all gone--disappeared without a trace.
Harvey
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Ceres d'Deneith, Human Hexblade
"What in the name of the Host just happened?" Ceres spins around, looking at the rest of the center of town. He pats himself down, to make sure he's all still there. He looks at the rest of the group huddled together. He notices the thugs' disappearance, and looks around again. He looks at the the two warforged, and the human and half-elf, who also seemed to notice something amiss. "Did you all feel that? And hear that giggling?" Ceres' hand rests on the pommel of his blade, by reflex.
"What in the name of the Host just happened?" Ceres spins around, looking at the rest of the center of town. He pats himself down, to make sure he's all still there. He looks at the rest of the group huddled together. He notices the thugs' disappearance, and looks around again. He looks at the the two warforged, and the human and half-elf, who also seemed to notice something amiss. "Did you all feel that? And hear that giggling?" Ceres' hand rests on the pommel of his blade, by reflex.
Cursed Quinn
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Feral stops in shock. She strides over to where the thugs had been standing, looking around wildly. One hand rests on her battleaxe, an involuntary low pitched growl issuing from her.
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