Planes to Shape, Secrets to Keep... (Dromus)

[Kelleris]

Cagthail: [sblock]You continue to observe the newcomer, looking over the gentle flutterings of the cloak in an attempt to discern some sort of pattern. Holding your hand over your eyes to shield it from the rain you notice that the billowing of the cloak does not seem to be synchronized with the rainfall; it moves up and down and curls to the side seemingly without regard for the downward current of the rain or the movements of its wearer. Perhaps the cloak is itself a magical device of some sort?

In any case, the tattered ribbons that, on closer inspection, comprise the cloak would make it very difficult to stow an edged or bludgeoning weapon in there without serious entanglement. A light stabbing weapon or spellcasting of some sort is the only credible threat you can expect from this quarter.[/sblock]

Feiran: [sblock]The worm appears to be a probably harmless and certainly low-level outsider of some sort - the translucency seems due to a partial merger with Dromus or a coterminous plane. Anything more would require testing. It also doesn't seem to be intelligent, as it isn't doing anything but flopping around. You doubt it needs anything in particular, though.[/sblock]

 

[Zerth]

"What do you think?" Illra asks Cagthail and Adinal, who also seem to be looking at the cloaked figure. "Doesn't look all dangerous to me, but something about that guy just gives me the creeps..."

OOC: Is the cloaked figure walking straight to us or just walking in our general direction?

 

[Kelleris]

Illira: Feiran is actually inside at the moment, along with Narine. Didn't catch that that wasn't in any of the unspoilered text.

The figure was walking directly down the street when you first spotted him, but turned towards you and starting walking in your direction, though not right at you. S/he's stopped and is now looking at some point within the Sheets, as though s/he can see through the wall and has spotted something.

 

[Zerth]

OOC: I meant to say Cagthail and Adinal. Previous post edited.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Narine: [sblock]Unsure of what to do, but feeling a burning compulsion to do whatever it is, you poke a finger out into the air over the table and wag it around idly. Somewhat to your surprise, something in the air above the table rips, like tissue paper, forming a tiny tattered hole. You can't see very far into it, but you can make out what appears to be a surface of black marble.[/sblock]

DM: [sblock]Narine tries to expand the hole a bit, then puts her eye to it so she can look around on the other side.[/sblock]

 

[Mad Hatter]

DM- [sblock] Die roller, don't fail me now! Luck roll for the big ace pooma I'm tryin' to pull.[/sblock]

 

[Jolmo]

Cagthail responds to Illira, "Yes, The way that cloak is moving, there must be some magic in it... He is alone though", realising that he has been focusing too much on the lone man to actually be sure of that, Cagthail starts looking around to all sides while continuing, "so he couldn't give too much trouble."

"What's holding the others?", Cagthail complains, and casts another glance towards the entrance, hoping to see them.

DM:

Spoiler

Perception 19, looking around for anything threatening

 

[Zerth]

"That cloaked guy is not the only one interested in us. Look over there and there," Illira says to Cagthail and points at the nearby buildings. There are indeed many dirty-looking people staring at the party from their doors. "They might be just curious, but don't you think it's little odd they appeared just at the time we came back outside? Or maybe they recognized the cloaked guy... I'm gonna make sure noone is trying to sneak up on us," she adds and starts uttering words of arcane magic. Her eyes flash briefly and she scans the surroundings warily.

DM:

Spoiler

Illira casts See Invisibility.

 

[Kelleris]

Cagthail, Illira, and Adinal: [sblock]The cloaked one continues his vigil, unperturbed by your wary stares and concentrating totally upon the object of his attention. Some of the haggard-looking people you spotted earlier are creeping from hiding, moving a little towards you and the shrouded figure.[/sblock]

Cagthail: [sblock]Looking out over the street, your sharp eyes pick out far more of the rough-looking newcomers than Illira seems to have noticed. The street is well-lit, but the rain and their shuffled, elusive movements makes it hard to get a precise count. There could be anywhere from several dozen to a few hundred of the people congregating around you. It looks like this just became the bad part of town, the upscale theme restaurant to your back notwithstanding.[/sblock]

Illira: [sblock] You whisper words of power, and your vision blurs briefly while the spell takes effect. Blinking the effect away, you suddenly find yourself confronted by a lolling jaw full of fangs, hovering in the air in front of you and attached to a body like a twisted cord of muscle. You startle for a moment, but from the shimmering edges of the maw realize that this being is actually on a coexistent plane (though you aren't sure which one), and not on the Prime. (Spellcraft check)

Looking over the street, you see almost a dozen of the creatures swimming through the rain-smeared air, without any obvious goal or destination. Fortunately, though, no more of the tattered figures appear.[/sblock]

Adinal: [sblock]No posts, so nothing for you. If you post something I'll see if I can ret-con it in, if it makes sense.[/sblock]

Narine: [sblock] Putting your fingers up to the opening, you begin to wiggle and tear with abandon, gradually opening the tiny pinprick to a hole about 7 inches across. Putting your eye up to the hole, you can make out some kind of black marble dias, of indeterminate location, upon which a strange creature rests, hidden in the gloomy room. You can make out a centaur-like shape, with a squat and powerfully-muscled torso resting on a disproportionately slim and angular body. As though noticing you, the creature shifts its weight, in a manner that confuses your eye. The surrounding Sheets begins to lose its brilliant colors, and the traceries of power that filled the room begin to fade away.

You almost don't notice, though, because another vision is filling your window to another world: an enormous blue-and-red eye, blotting out the rest of the vision and riveting your attention for as long as you dare to gaze at it. It doesn't blink, doesn't move at all, but eventually fills the entirety of the hole you have torn. Your mind feels totally exposed unter the eye's gaze, as though your secrets were being exposed, and you feel rather than see it bulging out of the gap you created. Suddenly, it blinks and vanishes, leaving the world of the Sheets as washed-out and dull as it was before you sampled the grog.[/sblock]

Feiran: [sblock] Looking around yourself frantically, your eyes come to rest on a mug of just the right sort - the sort with a lid. You snatch it off the nearby table and grab a candle off of the wall. You should be able to seal the mug with the wax, but you shouldn't chance turning it upside down in your pack.

Narine, meanwhile, continues to stare into space. After a moment, though, she makes a small sound, very quiet and of indeterminate meaning/ Startled, you see that there now seems to be a strangely-seen bulbous something protruding out of the space above the table. It is pressing against Narine's forehead with enough pressure to distort its outline slightly.[/sblock]

 

[Zerth]

Adinal and Cagthail notice, that Illira is startled by something soon after casting some spell. Soon she lets out a sigh of relief and a brief nervous laugh. I never get used to what this spell can reveal.

Illira gets even more worried as the cloaked figure keeps approaching along with ragged people. "I don't like this at all. I'm going back inside to take a look, what's taking them so long," she says to Adinal and Cagthail and goes back inside.

DM:

Spoiler

Knowledge (planes) check 12 to identify the creature she just saw on some other plane.