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NOW LIVE! Into the Woods--new character species, eerie monsters, and haunting villains to populate the woodlands of your D&D games.
Piece of Mind: Thin Air
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The Shaman
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Hawk listens as the sergeant replies...[sblock]...“Right now you are detained for possession of a concealed weapon while we check your permit. There’s also the matter of a report of a break-in here at the house, and you being at the scene.” Sgt. Gilbert is polite but firm as he replies. “You’re not under arrest, but your continuing cooperation goes a long way toward reassuring me that this is a misunderstanding that we can clear up.” He studies Hawk closely.
“You told the deputy that you’re investigating a disappearance. Are you a licensed private investigator?” he asks. “Could you tell me who your employer is?”[/sblock]Faintly, through the trees, Decker sees the shape of a car with its parking lights on, stopped near where Hawk parked the Acura – it’s too dark to see details, however.
“You told the deputy that you’re investigating a disappearance. Are you a licensed private investigator?” he asks. “Could you tell me who your employer is?”[/sblock]Faintly, through the trees, Decker sees the shape of a car with its parking lights on, stopped near where Hawk parked the Acura – it’s too dark to see details, however.
kmdietri
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Decker quickly makes his way back up stairs. “There’s somebody out there, I can’t tell who though.” He says to Kristen as he enters the study. “We should probably get moving… just in case.” With that Decker hurries downstairs to the side entrance and looks for a key rack, trying to find a key that looks like it fits one of the house doors.
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Decker searches for a spare house key. If he can’t find one that fits the side door he’ll grab any one that he can find that looks like a house key.
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Decker searches for a spare house key. If he can’t find one that fits the side door he’ll grab any one that he can find that looks like a house key.
The Shaman
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Hawk...[sblock]The sergeant listens to Hawk’s story and nods. “Okay, sit tight for a few minutes.” The sergeant closes the door to the patrol car and begins speaking on his cell phone again.
As the sergeant talks on the phone, another patrol vehicle, a Ford Expedition, arrives – on the side of the truck is a decal that reads, “K9 UNIT – KEEP BACK.” The German shepherd can be seen nosing at the cage in the back of the SUV.[/sblock]Decker and Kristen...[sblock]Decker quickly rummages through the desk, then heads downstairs to the kitchen and the backdoor. There’s no sign of Hawk on the porch. Decker glances through drawers in the kitchen, spots an empty key rack not far from the door. A flash of inspiration strikes, and he flips up the mat at the backdoor – underneath sits a key.[/sblock]Brandon...[sblock]The attic is quiet and still, the sound of voices gone from the vent.[/sblock]
As the sergeant talks on the phone, another patrol vehicle, a Ford Expedition, arrives – on the side of the truck is a decal that reads, “K9 UNIT – KEEP BACK.” The German shepherd can be seen nosing at the cage in the back of the SUV.[/sblock]Decker and Kristen...[sblock]Decker quickly rummages through the desk, then heads downstairs to the kitchen and the backdoor. There’s no sign of Hawk on the porch. Decker glances through drawers in the kitchen, spots an empty key rack not far from the door. A flash of inspiration strikes, and he flips up the mat at the backdoor – underneath sits a key.[/sblock]Brandon...[sblock]The attic is quiet and still, the sound of voices gone from the vent.[/sblock]
James Heard
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Brandon pushes the attic stairs down and scampers to the floor below. Moving cautiously, he moves from window to window, trying to see if he can't see what the hell's going on outside from some vantage.
kmdietri
Explorer
Decker grabs the key pockets it and tries to make the mat look as undisturbed as possible while he waits for Kristen to catch up.
“There’s somebody out there. I don’t know who it is but I think Hawk’s with them. I think we should just wait around here by this door until either Hawk comes back or somebody else comes, unless you have a better idea?” Decker asks in hushed tones.
“I’ve found the key for this door,” continues Decker "so that should add some credibility to our story.”
Peering over Kristen’s shoulder and listening to the silence of the house Decker asks, “where the hell is Brandon?”
“There’s somebody out there. I don’t know who it is but I think Hawk’s with them. I think we should just wait around here by this door until either Hawk comes back or somebody else comes, unless you have a better idea?” Decker asks in hushed tones.
“I’ve found the key for this door,” continues Decker "so that should add some credibility to our story.”
Peering over Kristen’s shoulder and listening to the silence of the house Decker asks, “where the hell is Brandon?”
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The Shaman
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Hawk...[sblock]As Hawk sits and observes, the newly-arrived deputy unloads his canine partner and confers with the sergeant, who interrupts his phone call. A hand-wave summons two more deputies – the four briefly confer, then the K-9 team and the other two deputies approach Dr. Gold’s house while the sergeant continues speaking on the cell phone.
The five sheriff’s vehicles have gathered attention now – neighbors can be seen standing on porches watching the tableaux. While Hawk sits uncomfortably in the back of the patrol car, a numbness in his hands, he sees news vans, first one, then another, drive up the street and stop behind the patrol cars. One disgorges a neatly quaffed reporter, wearing an REI rain jacket over her blue suit and short skirt – the other appears to be a scruffy stringer in cargo pants and a windbreaker over a black t-shirt. Both approach the fifth deputy, who appears to having difficulty answering questions and keeping an eye on you in his car.[/sblock]Decker...[sblock]From the back porch it’s almost impossible to see much of the drive – the appearance of the huge German shepherd accompanied by a loud barking is sudden. The police dog is restrained by a large sheriff’s deputy with a dark look on his face. “You! Keep your hands where I can see them!” There’s no mistaking the implied threat in his voice – do as he says, or get up-close and personal with his partner.[/sblock]Kristen and Brandon...[sblock]From outside the house comes the sound of a barking dog – a big dog...[/sblock]
The five sheriff’s vehicles have gathered attention now – neighbors can be seen standing on porches watching the tableaux. While Hawk sits uncomfortably in the back of the patrol car, a numbness in his hands, he sees news vans, first one, then another, drive up the street and stop behind the patrol cars. One disgorges a neatly quaffed reporter, wearing an REI rain jacket over her blue suit and short skirt – the other appears to be a scruffy stringer in cargo pants and a windbreaker over a black t-shirt. Both approach the fifth deputy, who appears to having difficulty answering questions and keeping an eye on you in his car.[/sblock]Decker...[sblock]From the back porch it’s almost impossible to see much of the drive – the appearance of the huge German shepherd accompanied by a loud barking is sudden. The police dog is restrained by a large sheriff’s deputy with a dark look on his face. “You! Keep your hands where I can see them!” There’s no mistaking the implied threat in his voice – do as he says, or get up-close and personal with his partner.[/sblock]Kristen and Brandon...[sblock]From outside the house comes the sound of a barking dog – a big dog...[/sblock]
