Rhakzan: your shadow has just left. Do something.
Moreth:
/ooc: so long as Mindblank is active, you cannot be scryed (though I suppose if you set off any fireworks, it will be seen).
The cathedral is eerily silent. If anyone is there, then they must be indoors.
Cann/Lessa: you are taken back to the hallway of the giant statues, where your gear is returned to you and your rings removed (the woman-shaped construct simply touches them and they slide off easily). A carriage is waiting outside.
You hear loud cries behind you. You turn, to see two watchmen trying to restrain a beggar. He has a glint of madness in his eyes, and smells of alcohol. He must be stronger than he looks, for the guards, though much bigger, could not pin him down.
He is yelling at the top of his lung. You pick up a few snatches -
"...the Winged Lord! He shall come, and he shall bring absolution to the chosen! The world is a lie! The Perfect is a lie! Even the Eye is a lie!"
"...The Angel of a Thousand Wings shall come! It is written in the book of lies! It is plain as day, yet the sighted are blind!"
"...There is naught but liars in this world, yet He will come, and bring truth and death to you all! Repent! It is not too late!"
Thrashing about wildly, he catches a glimpse of you two. He points to you, screaming:
"YOU! EYESPAWNS! HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU DEFILE THE SACRED AND STILL LIVE! HE WILL COME FOR YOU! MARK MY WORD! HE WILL COM- oogh!"
One of the guards strike him hard in the stomach while he is distracted, knocking the air out of him. They rough him up a little more, then drags him away.
The butler Jonathan clears his throat, a little embarassed. "Do ignore him, please. These crazed cultists have been acting up lately. Really, something ought to be done."
Moreth:
/ooc: so long as Mindblank is active, you cannot be scryed (though I suppose if you set off any fireworks, it will be seen).
The cathedral is eerily silent. If anyone is there, then they must be indoors.
Cann/Lessa: you are taken back to the hallway of the giant statues, where your gear is returned to you and your rings removed (the woman-shaped construct simply touches them and they slide off easily). A carriage is waiting outside.
You hear loud cries behind you. You turn, to see two watchmen trying to restrain a beggar. He has a glint of madness in his eyes, and smells of alcohol. He must be stronger than he looks, for the guards, though much bigger, could not pin him down.
He is yelling at the top of his lung. You pick up a few snatches -
"...the Winged Lord! He shall come, and he shall bring absolution to the chosen! The world is a lie! The Perfect is a lie! Even the Eye is a lie!"
"...The Angel of a Thousand Wings shall come! It is written in the book of lies! It is plain as day, yet the sighted are blind!"
"...There is naught but liars in this world, yet He will come, and bring truth and death to you all! Repent! It is not too late!"
Thrashing about wildly, he catches a glimpse of you two. He points to you, screaming:
"YOU! EYESPAWNS! HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU DEFILE THE SACRED AND STILL LIVE! HE WILL COME FOR YOU! MARK MY WORD! HE WILL COM- oogh!"
One of the guards strike him hard in the stomach while he is distracted, knocking the air out of him. They rough him up a little more, then drags him away.
The butler Jonathan clears his throat, a little embarassed. "Do ignore him, please. These crazed cultists have been acting up lately. Really, something ought to be done."