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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kelleris" data-source="post: 2003127" data-attributes="member: 19130">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.  (<a href="http://krisinchico.brinkster.net/searchroll.asp?username=KellerisDM#146030" target="_blank">Spellcraft check</a>)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]</blockquote>

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