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<blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 1755067" data-attributes="member: 13681"><p><em><span style="font-size: 10px"><em>Inside:</em></span></em></p><p> <em><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></em><span style="font-size: 10px">Dross' tail wags hesitantly and he whines, hackles still bristling down his back. The girl and the scholar hobble over to the angry villagers who flinch and scowl mightily, but otherwise submit themselves to the gir's examination. Sharra is shaken out of a moment's shuts her mouth with an audible snap before she bustles off to gather her <em>knitting basket</em>.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-size: 9px">Mustafah: [SPOILER]Before the scholar sweeps his hand over the table - the table top appears to change. It is covered with carvings and images and runes and you can ... almost... make some sense of it. It makes your brain squirm to look at it. When the Scholar's hand passes over the table the carvings vanish.[/SPOILER] </span></span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Mustafah draws his slim blade with appropriate flourish and kicks at Stumbin. The armored young man starts and struggles to his feet, stepping on his robes and nearly falling again in the process. He glowers and grabs the scythe from the ground before looking up with no small amount of fear on his face.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Elial draws his axe and rushes out of the door. Kennet rushes to shut it and shrinks back from Slate as the menacing man approaches and silently exits the Inn's cozy interior. </span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Stumbin staggers, still not all together with it and brandishing his scythe not at all towards the door, valiantly cries, "Come with me!" </span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">He allows himself to be pivoted gently in the correct direction by a patient Hella and, after a moment of confusion, makes for the door himself. Kennet ducks the man's swinging scythe blade and with a prayer - or was that a curse? - abandons the door to help his wife who has just bustled back into the common room with her basket in tow.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><em>Outside:</em></span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">A wave of sound crashes into you as hundreds upon thousands, no,<em> tens </em>of thousands, of birds fly tumbling past in a screeching horde. It is late, but this far north the western sky is dimly lit. Lit enough to make the dark, massive blot in the northern sky easily visible. A red glow radiates from behind the strangely moving shape outlining it and turning the northern sky to blood. Tall folks, like Slate, are forced to duck the lower swoops of panicked birds. You can see broken avian bodies piling up on the northern faces of the village buildings. The crazed birds seem to flee before the darkness. Or herald its coming...</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span><span style="font-size: 9px">OOC: Apologies for the delay.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Sparky, post: 1755067, member: 13681"] [i][size=2][i]Inside:[/i] [/size][/i][size=2]Dross' tail wags hesitantly and he whines, hackles still bristling down his back. The girl and the scholar hobble over to the angry villagers who flinch and scowl mightily, but otherwise submit themselves to the gir's examination. Sharra is shaken out of a moment's shuts her mouth with an audible snap before she bustles off to gather her [i]knitting basket[/i]. [size=1]Mustafah: [SPOILER]Before the scholar sweeps his hand over the table - the table top appears to change. It is covered with carvings and images and runes and you can ... almost... make some sense of it. It makes your brain squirm to look at it. When the Scholar's hand passes over the table the carvings vanish.[/SPOILER] [/size] Mustafah draws his slim blade with appropriate flourish and kicks at Stumbin. The armored young man starts and struggles to his feet, stepping on his robes and nearly falling again in the process. He glowers and grabs the scythe from the ground before looking up with no small amount of fear on his face. Elial draws his axe and rushes out of the door. Kennet rushes to shut it and shrinks back from Slate as the menacing man approaches and silently exits the Inn's cozy interior. Stumbin staggers, still not all together with it and brandishing his scythe not at all towards the door, valiantly cries, "Come with me!" He allows himself to be pivoted gently in the correct direction by a patient Hella and, after a moment of confusion, makes for the door himself. Kennet ducks the man's swinging scythe blade and with a prayer - or was that a curse? - abandons the door to help his wife who has just bustled back into the common room with her basket in tow. [i]Outside:[/i] A wave of sound crashes into you as hundreds upon thousands, no,[i] tens [/i]of thousands, of birds fly tumbling past in a screeching horde. It is late, but this far north the western sky is dimly lit. Lit enough to make the dark, massive blot in the northern sky easily visible. A red glow radiates from behind the strangely moving shape outlining it and turning the northern sky to blood. Tall folks, like Slate, are forced to duck the lower swoops of panicked birds. You can see broken avian bodies piling up on the northern faces of the village buildings. The crazed birds seem to flee before the darkness. Or herald its coming... [/size][size=1]OOC: Apologies for the delay.[/size] [/QUOTE]
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