IR Aftermath (Those Dead PCs are back in action! )

[Janos Audron]

[there is a reason i didn't catch you, you know?]

 

[The Forsaken One]

[ic ok, Init roll +22 T_________T ]

 

[Kalanyr]

Nyvonne falls to the ground the magic of the boots absorbing all but the slightest damage from the fall, which starts to heal almost instantly.

(4 hit points damage)

(2 points healed)

 

[Janos Audron]

Janos looks at the Quickling on the ground, and with a smile he says: "You still have a lot to learn about magic, little one."

 

[The Forsaken One]

After a gracefull landing the quickling grinns back.

<<Ah worth a try no>>

 

[Darkwolf]

"Let's move on before others notice us."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Sanctus follows whoever moves slowest, if noone moves slow enough for Sanctus to keep up with without too much effort he'll wait in the area they met the rakshasa.

 

[The Forsaken One]

Nyovne waits for the wizard to return with a direction in which the glade lays so he can take off and head for the area at quickling speed.

 

[Kalanyr]

From the air the clearing in shadows is clearly visible, no light is reflected from there and the trees seem shadowy and dark. In the air disturbing giggles can be heard. And strange lights flash around.

 

[The Forsaken One]

Nyovne heads off towards the clearing after the wizard signalled and while heading off at full speed searing through the forest at amazing speed and grace and silence it seems that she doesnt even touch the ground.

As she glides through the undergrowth and leaps over the usual small tree or trunk she doesn't make a noise and as she skims trough the woods she hears the sounds and the lights.... She leaps into a tree and holds still for a moment and listens more carefully is she can make something out of the sounds, maybe familiar..? (Listen check).

<<hmmm fey she thinks to herself as a first impression after seeing the lights and the giggling and a few happy memmories frong a time long past spring in her mind and she smiles>>

She leaps out from the tree tumbling down a branch several feet across a clearing and as her displaced cloaked image dartles through the air she pulls her wits back together but she can't surpress the smile and the happy memmory of times before the great war.

As the bounces of the tree across the clearing she hits the ground and waits one sec (makes another listen check and spot) while her ears wave through the air on the night breeze and as she plucks a strand of hair out of her face she gets up again and set off at full speed again towards her destination. (hide and move silent active).