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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Unsung" data-source="post: 6599395" data-attributes="member: 6781406">Busy directing foot traffic out of his bar, Barstle suddenly looks back, having 'heard' Picayune speak. He looks straight through the effigy, frowning as he searches for the speaker before settling on the satyr. "Oh, balls. I suppose you new lot really don't have homes, do you?" The half-elf runs his hand back through his hair. "No, we haven't any further basements below the one you're already in-- beneath us is catacombs, and I don't call them safer. Look, head yourselves up into the house, past the pot-chambers and up the stairs. Wake Bix, fifth door on the left, if he ain't already up. Ask him to lead you out of the Lower Ward, through the portal in the courtyard. He'll see you right."The glowing light above the fireplace suddenly expands all at once into a portal, a hole in the air with a roiling red border surrounding it, looking out onto steeply canted street that seems to plunge straight into a swamp at the bottom of a row of houses without stopping. Bodies line the street, with monsters pacing among them: huge beetle-like creatures, armed with swords and tridents, some of them as big as a Volkswagen.Two of the first men to come through the aperture are dead before they set foot inside the Jilted Planes: a pair of glowing bolts of force strike them square in their heads, and they fall to the ground with wide, staring eyes. A crying woman and a lizardman wearing a tricorn hat rush through next, scattering to the corners of the bar. As the insect-monsters part, you can see what appears to be a little cackling fox-creature in brightly-coloured robes, waggling his fingers, a halo of sickly greenish light swirling around him.Barstle swallows hard. "Adal!" he reaches below the bar and comes up with quite a long bundle wrapped in cloth, tossing it to the bariaur.She catches it easily and tosses the cloth aside, revealing a long, simple-looking spear. "Come here," she says so Oz, and pulls him in for another kiss. Then she grabs up her shield-turned-serving tray, sending tankards clattering to the floor, and pulls it up along her arm.The barman vaults over the table. He grunts-- no words, just sound-- and clasps both fists in front of him, and a mantle of magical armour suddenly materializes on top of him. "Tant! You in?"The tiefling Defier nods. "Yes. Yes, of course." He twists a ring on his finger, and suddenly a long silver rapier fills his hand. He shrugs the shield off his back and snakes his arm through it. He nods amiably to Shard as he steps up beside Adal."The rest of you need to go," Barstle says."Could be best you g'wan, yeah. Up to you," says Hawaiian Joe. He steps into line next to Adal and Barstle, turning to face the portal. He reaches back under the drape of his flowered shirt, and produced a small metal rod-- matte-black, with a trigger mechanism like a crossbow. "Think I'll stick around myself, though."Barstle's brows turn up quizzically. Something tall, dark, and chitinous approaches the portal, its bulk filling the view almost completely. "Do I know you, mate?" the barman asks.Joe smiles and he seems to genuinely try to remember. Then he shrugs. "...Nahh, probably not. All the same, though.""Oh, well then," Barstle sniffs, then turns to face the open portal. A web of arcane energy begins to take shape between his splayed fingers. "...Right."[ooc]I believe that calls for some initiative rolls....Not to cut anybody short! Talking is a free action. Remember that.[/ooc]</blockquote>

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