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<blockquote data-quote="tglassy" data-source="post: 6982483" data-attributes="member: 6855204">Duncan took a double take when he saw the orc's flaming hair.&nbsp; That wasn't entirely unusual.&nbsp; Fire Genasi of every race weren't unheard of, and there was even a community of them in the city, small as it was.&nbsp; A few of them had hair that was more flames than hair.&nbsp; But this half orc was more than that.&nbsp; He looked like...well, he looked like Genasi.&nbsp; Like all the Genasi.&nbsp; His eyes were ice, his skin was stone, his hair was fire.&nbsp; When he spoke, the bartender's clothing rustled.&nbsp; Duncan shook his head before grabbing the brandy in which the orc had asked.&nbsp; A gold piece was about right, so he just set a glass in front of him along with the bottle.&nbsp; Corlan started when his eye caught sight of Nacay, a sneer on his lips before he could stop it.&nbsp; &quot;Excuse me, sir.&quot; Corlan said to him, leaning back to see past Lola.&nbsp; &quot;Would you mind moving away from the lady.&nbsp; You've got a stench about you I suspect might be contagious.&quot;Duncan glared at Corlan, as if he wanted to say something, but he just turned and walked over to the Aarakocra.&nbsp; &quot;Your room's up on the top floor.&nbsp; Take the stairs all the way up, and it's the first door on the right.&quot;As everyone is talking, enjoying themselves, being insulted, or whatnot, a rumble can be felt through the earth.&nbsp; All the patrons stop and listen, the tavern becoming eerily quiet.&nbsp; It is a few moments before the party realizes that the eeriness isn't because the tavern is quiet, but because everything outside is quiet as well, as if the whole city is holding its breath.&nbsp; Seemingly unfelt by the rest of the patrons, a wave of energy flows through the tavern.&nbsp; [sblock=Lola, Vimak and Jord]The wave of energy seems like a part of you that you had forgotten, a long lost piece that you didn't know was missing.&nbsp; It draws you towards its source, to the west.[/sblock][sblock=Xobru]When the wave of energy flows over you, it feels reminiscent of the first time you took a breath underwater, as if a part of you that had been hidden is now revealed.&nbsp; It feels like home...but something is wrong.&nbsp; It's the feeling of coming home to find someone else living in it, like the house is recognizable, but the decor is wrong.&nbsp; Dark.&nbsp; Evil.[/sblock][sblock=Nacay]As the wave of energy flows over you, you feel as if every fiber in your being lights up.&nbsp; It is as if you are a conduit for it, a perfect receptacle.&nbsp; Roll a d4.&nbsp; The result is the elemental type you become attuned to at the moment, altering your personality accordingly.&nbsp; You cannot be the same element you are currently attuned to.&nbsp; 1) Fire2) Water3) Earth4) Air. [/sblock]Corlan, Duncan and everyone else whose been in this city for longer than a day looks to the door, as if waiting for something.&nbsp; An alarm splits the silence.&quot;You asked what made the Temple District so much trouble?&quot; Corlan asked, standing.&nbsp; &quot;You're about to find out.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="tglassy, post: 6982483, member: 6855204"] Duncan took a double take when he saw the orc's flaming hair. That wasn't entirely unusual. Fire Genasi of every race weren't unheard of, and there was even a community of them in the city, small as it was. A few of them had hair that was more flames than hair. But this half orc was more than that. He looked like...well, he looked like Genasi. Like all the Genasi. His eyes were ice, his skin was stone, his hair was fire. When he spoke, the bartender's clothing rustled. Duncan shook his head before grabbing the brandy in which the orc had asked. A gold piece was about right, so he just set a glass in front of him along with the bottle. Corlan started when his eye caught sight of Nacay, a sneer on his lips before he could stop it. "Excuse me, [I]sir.[/I]" Corlan said to him, leaning back to see past Lola. "Would you mind moving away from the lady. You've got a stench about you I suspect might be contagious." Duncan glared at Corlan, as if he wanted to say something, but he just turned and walked over to the Aarakocra. "Your room's up on the top floor. Take the stairs all the way up, and it's the first door on the right." As everyone is talking, enjoying themselves, being insulted, or whatnot, a rumble can be felt through the earth. All the patrons stop and listen, the tavern becoming eerily quiet. It is a few moments before the party realizes that the eeriness isn't because the tavern is quiet, but because everything outside is quiet as well, as if the whole city is holding its breath. Seemingly unfelt by the rest of the patrons, a wave of energy flows through the tavern. [sblock=Lola, Vimak and Jord] The wave of energy seems like a part of you that you had forgotten, a long lost piece that you didn't know was missing. It draws you towards its source, to the west.[/sblock] [sblock=Xobru] When the wave of energy flows over you, it feels reminiscent of the first time you took a breath underwater, as if a part of you that had been hidden is now revealed. It feels like home...but something is wrong. It's the feeling of coming home to find someone else living in it, like the house is recognizable, but the decor is wrong. Dark. Evil.[/sblock] [sblock=Nacay] As the wave of energy flows over you, you feel as if every fiber in your being lights up. It is as if you are a conduit for it, a perfect receptacle. [B]Roll a d4. The result is the elemental type you become attuned to at the moment, altering your personality accordingly. You cannot be the same element you are currently attuned to. 1) Fire 2) Water 3) Earth 4) Air. [/sblock][/B] Corlan, Duncan and everyone else whose been in this city for longer than a day looks to the door, as if waiting for something. An alarm splits the silence. "You asked what made the Temple District so much trouble?" Corlan asked, standing. "You're about to find out." [/QUOTE]

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