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And now, for just a moment, Glade can see Han Tha corporeal in the material world. But he know that this stay is fleeting - while Han Tha has been commanded here, he can just as easily slip this realm and return into the spirit world. So Glade acts immediately, rushing in with Root and Branch...

Sorry - Withering

Glade curses as the unfavourable location of the combat leaves him out in the open, anima flaring; and with the reactions of the creature inhabiting Filial Wisdom seemingly beating even Glade's. Recovering, he moves towards the fray, reaching for one of his heavy darts as he goes. He'd spent...

Ok, time to try out the full suite. 3m on Blinding Battle Feint, 2m on Swarm-Culling Instinct. 10 dice normally, +2 from stunt. I'm going to add an 8m Excellency to make that a round 20 dice. First roll has 2 10s, so re-rolling the two 1s for those... Then I'm at 8 successes on the 18 non-10...

At the words "Han Tha", Glade ever-so-perceptibly flinches. He keeps he eyes on the creature - save for the occasional glance side-to-side seeking anything he can hide behind - and murmurs to those around him, just loud enough to hear. "An evil creature; and powerful. Mercy, you must know this...

Silent Glade had been holding himself ready, waiting for it to become clear what course events would take; and cautiously moving around the locale looking for a place to use as cover should be needed to strike unexpectedly. Then all of a sudden Filial Wisdom's words strike him like cold water to...

Glade says nothing, but hefts a heavy dart in his right hand. He moves to the side of the group nearest the buildings of the city, ready to keep an eye for cover as they approach the sounds of battle.

"We may not have that choice, Grey Stone, if someone wishes violence before we leave. Be on your guard". So saying, Glade draws Root and Branch, holding them lightly but at the ready; he also looks about for possible cover.

Silent Glade gently approaches Fat Cat, and touches him lightly on the shoulder. "You are favoured today, my feline friend. To see one's patron - I cannot begin to understand how that must feel. I suppose that is the great curse of the Solars* - our patron remains ever-distant." *[OOC: The...

As soon as the circle walks into the tomb and has sight of its decorations, Glade is enthralled. In complete silence and taking care not to touch anything, and still keeping a wary eye out for traps, he slowly circles the chamber, drinking in the stories in the murals, carefully storing them and...

Glade passes deftly between the now-slowed blades, and moves up to accompany Aredin at the front of the group. "An ancient Lunar tomb," he remarks. "We should be careful of traps." Rolling Perception + Awareness (in low light), particularly looking for traps or similar - hidden doors, secret...

Glade looks impassively at the whirling blades, sizing up the problem. With a slight turn of his head towards the Celestial Lion, he asks rhetorically: "I presume you will not tell us how to pass this barrier?" Then, turning fully to Lion, he bows and asks: "Am I permitted to walk in this...

Warily eyeing Filial Wisdom, Glade likewise touches the gate and pours a fraction of his power into it. 7 motes for Glade - he knows the maths ends up a little over, and he spent a bit on his Lore excellency earlier

Seeing the tension dispersed, Glade returns from his hiding position and walks back to the gate. "A simple ward," he says, nodding to Mercy, "it wants Essence, to prove you are Exalted. We are, what, seven Exalts here? A tithe of, say, one-fifth of each of our Peripheral motes should more than...

Glade listens to the discussion going on before him. Diplomacy, he thinks. Not where my talents lie. Turning to Mercy next to him, he murmurs "Our Eclipse brother, and Luna's chosen, are doing a fine job, but still peace and conflict balance on a knife's edge. I suggest you hold yourself ready...

Silent Glade sees his circlemate's incomprehension of the new arrival's speech, and translates for her: "The man says he owns this place, and demands to know who we are. You are right about the gate. A modest tithe from each of us. But one, I think, that must wait."

Which a nod to Amara and Grey Stone as they stand prepared to defend, Silent Glade leaps lightly from Fat Cat's howdah, and approaches the gate. The impenetrable Orichalcum fills his Solar spirit with calm as he looks over the shape of the metalwork. Settling down cross-legged in front of it...

"Both walls and gate will likely be warded. Mercy, come join me - let us see if we can pass through them "

Glade's not keen on a pitched battle either. For as long as he can keep pace with Fat Cat on the roofs, he will continue to do so - but as soon as the Lunar looks to be getting out of range, he'll leap onto the howdah (let me know if I need to roll). I'd also like to see if I can guess whether...

(Three storeys will be fine. I want to keep up, but be an unseen extra person that any attackers aren't expecting.) From his position on the rooftops, Glade takes in the situation; the peaceful graveyard, the nearest break into it, and the approaching rag-tag horde. He calls softly down to the...