Ptolus: The Legend of Longcoat

Jossen hangs back, clearly bothered by the unearthly happenings. He holds his bow ready, seemingly for comfort rather than any expectation that the undead would fear or even be effected by his material weapon. None the less, Jossen holds his ground, whatever this night might bring, he would die before he broke.
 

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The table pauses a moment, along with the chairs.

"GET OUT!" a woman screams and suddenly the table is tumbling through the air at the group, Akilu meeting its flight with another table, wood crashing against wood, table legs snapping off as a result.
 

Vanden raises his arms to shield himself from splintering wood, dropping his candle as he does so. His mouth opens, but for once words fail him. The monastic life has ill-prepared him for anything quite like this.
 
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Whizbang Dustyboots said:
"GET OUT!" a woman screams and suddenly the table is tumbling through the air at the group, Akilu meeting its flight with another table, wood crashing against wood, table legs snapping off as a result.
His jaw drops open as he receives a reply. Looking to his companions in shock for a moment he then replies. "NO you don't understand we are here to avenge you... We seek the one who stalked you long ago. He has returned. Help us save others from meeting your fate!" Garnet attempts to assert himself over the will of the unearthly presence. Remaining on the defensive for fear of flying debris.
 

Trollbabe said:
His jaw drops open as he receives a reply. Looking to his companions in shock for a moment he then replies. "NO you don't understand we are here to avenge you... We seek the one who stalked you long ago. He has returned. Help us save others from meeting your fate!" Garnet attempts to assert himself over the will of the unearthly presence. Remaining on the defensive for fear of flying debris.
Akilu drops what remains of the table he held and glances around for other means to ward off the poltergeist's anger. He frowns at the lone chair within arm's reach. It takes a moment to bring the bucking chair under control, like trying to pull a dog out of a dogfight without getting bit. This won't do as much good as the table. Hopefully Garnet gets through to this damn ghost. He watches as much of the room as he can, hoping to deflect any other attacks that threaten the group.
 


His resolve somewhat mollified by the others, Vanden echoes Maugra and Garnet. "Yay- we come seeking information about the Longcoat killer. Please, help us before he murders more innocents!"
 

As Akilu raises the chair, the room suddenly falls quiet. The furniture no longer shakes and moves, the voice is silent. The group stands in the middle of the room, only the shattered remains of a table suggesting that anything has happened here in decades.
 


Jossen is all but paralyzed by his fear, but the silence and no further harm gives him a moment to compose himself. Considering, he returns his arrow to his quiver and as casually as he is able unstrings his bow.

"Is this not an Tavern? Are you closed? My companions and I are weary and would sit a spell outside the rain. Would you deny us that?"
That Jossen's voice does not waiver suprises even himself.
 

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