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[folclor]

Startled from her meditation, Amaya was on her feet in seconds. Whose voice was that? Looking around, she noticed the mourners still in the graveyard either didn't hear the voice or didn't care. Either way, it didn't seem natural. She wanted to run toward the sound but the thing inside her wanted to keep her rooted to the spot. She won out, her pace little more than a brisk walk as she left her post and traveled back into the town.


As she approached the fountain she slowed, regarding it curiously and keeping her distance, she circled it. The townspeople kept their distance from her still, though most seemed to ignore her. She wasn't sure whether she should call out or approach. After a full circle she stopped.


[dice]12691[/dice]


[dice]12692[/dice]

 

[TacoMann]

"...A painful change is coming...sudden and great....but The World confuses me...why are you here? You are completion, incorporation, and celebration." I mutter, as I slide the three cards into their sleeve, pondering their arrangement. A smile turning over to the waitstaff, the bulky man, the kitchen, and finally, the Paladin. "Your words are those of a charmer, Queen of Pentacles. But I appreciate your praise." My voice falls to a hushed whisper as I lower my chin to the table, a grin spreading across my face. "Did you feel that my friends? Feel the cry?" I give a chuckle, more than happy to know a story plays out, as I again sit upright to look for my drink and "meal".


[Rolling Sense motive to comprehend the calling voices meaning and nature]


[dice]12706[/dice]

 

[SephirothSage]

The Woman chuckles, leaning back in her seat with a content smile as her drink arrives, lifting it to toast the others, and moving to tip it back- but she pauses. She hears a sound- a cry for help... and a sigh escapes her as she slowly sets her mug down- nodding to the hermit. She's not clear on how to respond to the monolouge of a few moments before; but a cry for help..? That one's easy.


"Aye, I heard it. Sounds close... perhaps some trouble in the alleys to the side of the inn..." She murmurs, as she sets her drink down and rises to stand, stretching out. "Whose for havin a look, aye?"

 

[SeemosYantra]

The Woman chuckles, leaning back in her seat with a content smile as her drink arrives, lifting it to toast the others, and moving to tip it back- but she pauses. She hears a sound- a cry for help... and a sigh escapes her as she slowly sets her mug down- nodding to the hermit. She's not clear on how to respond to the monolouge of a few moments before; but a cry for help..? That one's easy.
"Aye, I heard it. Sounds close... perhaps some trouble in the alleys to the side of the inn..." She murmurs, as she sets her drink down and rises to stand, stretching out. "Whose for havin a look, aye?"

-[Getting up of the chair] I guess that'll be me. Problems follow me everywhere, so I rather rain on me than in thee, kind strangers... [Giving a few steps away before realizing something, and turning to look at them once more] Which reminds me I still don't have your names. [Making a hasted reverance] I'm Ianos, at your service. We'll leave the rest of the presentations for when calm returns... [Walking a few steps backwards before hastening his pace towards the exit, darting in direction to the voice]

 

[TacoMann]

The monk stands, silently moving to follow the merciful queen as he leaves. That somewhat disconcerting grin only growing, as they gesture for the knight and page to follow. The Hermit is typically an indirect role in the story. But to this one, "indirect" simply means "does not take the agency of the plot", not "Ignores a potential bit of entertainment to be watched that helps establish the character of their companions beyond their roles."

 

[Orikanyo]

@folclor You cannot seem to discern what exactly is going on, however you do see some folk coming out to the same area, you do instinctual feel a heavy presence OF death, almost like a link between the domain and here. [failure on perception, just under really.]


@TacoMann Suddenly donning a hat of similar make of a certain detective with the last name holmes you get the feeling the voice wasn't exactly calling to you, but more of a general shout out to help in general,

Spoiler

you also get the feeling that it isn't exactly one voice...

{success, Folclor you get everything besides spoiler.]


Around people do not seem to be perturbed by the recent outcry for assistance, they seem quite ignorant of it to be in truth. However they do seem to be noticing the incoming fog, as some artists move to cover their pieces to protect them from the nasty weather. There doesn't seem to be any other cries for help, thought @SephirothSage the waiter seems saddened you didn't drink any of your order, disappointment more then saddness but in the end the steaming drink awaited your return.


Those closest to the well, please run me a perception roll.

 

[SeemosYantra]

Ianos would not have expected the rest to follow, but there wasn't the time to tell them not to. In a sense, he felt happy they did. It was such a nice feeling to be in a group, even if briefly. He would love to stick around these curious fellows a bit more if he could help it, but first things first.





-[Arriving near the well and looking everywhere around, seeking with the sight for the possible source of the call] ...


[dice]12720[/dice]

 

[folclor]

Amaya put a hand to her chest, the feeling perturbing her deeply. She noticed the few others coming out to the well but kept her attention on the source of the possible problem. Not entirely sure what to do from this point on, she carefully nodded to the man approaching.


"Did you hear the call?" she murmured, not wanting to ask loud enough to sound insane but desiring to get an answer nonetheless.


[dice]12721[/dice]

 

[SeemosYantra]

Amaya put a hand to her chest, the feeling perturbing her deeply. She noticed the few others coming out to the well but kept her attention on the source of the possible problem. Not entirely sure what to do from this point on, she carefully nodded to the man approaching.
"Did you hear the call?" she murmured, not wanting to ask loud enough to sound insane but desiring to get an answer nonetheless.


[dice]12721[/dice]

-[Taken by surprize, speaking softly, like more focused on processing the idea in his mind than answering] ... You did too... [Getting closer with slow steps while still looking around, his brow furled in strangement] ... What's going on here...?

 

[vinom]

Squeak squeak squeakly

Health: 14/14

Race: Feral Elf

Age: 90

Class: Barbarian

Alignment: True Neutral

Level 1

EXP: 0/2000?

(crown) Basic Information

AC: 16


Saves: Fort; 6, Ref; 4, Will; 2


Initiative: +10


Base Speed: 50ft


Climb Speed: 20ft


Eye Colour: Forest Green


Skin Tone: Grimy brown


Hair: Black, unkempt mane


Body Type: Humanoid, lean


Height: 5'4" (short)


Weight: 100lbs (all bones and wirey muscle)

(d20) Stats

STR: 14 +2


DEX: 18 +4


CON: 16 +3


INT: 9 -1


WIS: 14 +2


CHA: 12 +1

(shield) Skills

Languages:


» Elven... maybe


+14 - Climb


+6 - Survival


+5 - Handle Animal


+4 - Acrobatics, Disable Device, Escape Artist, Fly, Ride, Sleight of Hand, Stealth


+2 - Heal, Perception, Profession, Sense motive, Swim


+1 - Bluff, Diplomacy, Disguise, Intimidate, Perform, Use magic device


-1 - Appraise, Craft, Knowledge, Linguistics, Spellcraft

(helmet) Armor

» Pair of Antlers on her right arm[bone Heavy Shield]


+2 AC, -2 ACP, Fragile

(sword) Weapons

Terbutje | +3 AB | 1d8+2 | 19-20/x2 | Slashing | Fragile


Punch | +3 AB | 1d3+2 | x2 | Bludgeoning

(chest) Equipment

»

(bag) Odd's & Ends

» Furs, worn as clothing


» Bowl of nuts

The child's eating partners moved to leave. Thinking perhaps they detected some danger in the area she didn't due to unfamiliarity, she grabs the bowl of nuts and leaves with them, staying closest to the first woman... almost as if she was imprinted on her really. She moved swiftly, and there was even a good chance none of the waitstaff noticed her... scavenging on of their bowls.


[dice]12724[/dice]

 

[SephirothSage]

The Dhamphir Soldier frowns as she exits the building into a strange mist. This reminds her all together too much of wars she tried to forget, as she clenches her fists and looks around- right hand drifting to hang above her Katana's hilt- left going out to her side as her eyes veer about the area. They settle on the others who seem to have approached a well, as she looks around, eyes wary and keen, posture half crouched down. She nods as the other speaks, but signals that they try to be quiet before speaking softly as she can.


"Aye... something doesn't feel right. This mist strikes me as unnatural. Perhaps wizards work."


[dice]12723[/dice]

 

[SeemosYantra]

At the Swordmaiden's signal, Ianos remained silent, and tried to focus anew. She was, most likely, right, as he had never before truely encountered the antinatural face on, except for that fatefull afternoon, almost 10 years ago. An afternoon he would have prefered to forget. He was aware, nevertheless, that not all that was antinatural or otherwordly needed to be evil but, if it was, he would know right away.





< Ianos uses Detect Evil as an Spell-Like Ability. >

 

[folclor]

"I feel an aura of death, though I do not know why," she offered. Her eyes set upon each of the others as they drew closer to her. An odd collection of individuals, to say the least. The fog did not feel unnatural, nor threatening and the corners of her mouth turned downward. Carefully, she stepped forward, not quite close enough to look over the edge, but nearly.

 

[TacoMann]

The hermit gives an inappropriate smile over to the Cleric, as they hang back, letting those near the well examine it to themselves. Still, an odd sense comes upon the hermit....Fear? No. Not fully fledged fear. The feeling when her warden noticed the cell door broken. Not the feeling of fear. Anxiety? Concern...


...The Hermit sighs, and resigns themselves to the situation at hand.

 

[Orikanyo]

@vinom Your ears pick up sounds coming from the fountain, words you cannot understand but your instincts immediately raise them as red flags, you can also see the the water fountain's usually spraying water has started to spray out faster then normal, and starting to over flow.


The water, not it's usual blue is a strange murky grey, most definitely not from the fog it seems.


@everyone, despite the slight distractions carrying you away from the fountain, you are able to hear... something... a shuffling in a way. Coming from the direction of the cemetery.


@SeemosYantra [detect evil yo] the moment you finish the spell(yea its described as a sort of spell, small oogidy boogidy hand waggling) you being to feel it around you, evil magic, a great deal of it to, if you spend atleast a few second you can find the source of it.

 

[vinom]

Squeak squeak squeakly

Health: 14/14

Race: Feral Elf

Age: 90

Class: Barbarian

Alignment: True Neutral

Level 1

EXP: 0/2000?

(crown) Basic Information

AC: 16


Saves: Fort; 6, Ref; 4, Will; 2


Initiative: +10


Base Speed: 50ft


Climb Speed: 20ft


Eye Colour: Forest Green


Skin Tone: Grimy brown


Hair: Black, unkempt mane


Body Type: Humanoid, lean


Height: 5'4" (short)


Weight: 100lbs (all bones and wirey muscle)

(d20) Stats

STR: 14 +2


DEX: 18 +4


CON: 16 +3


INT: 9 -1


WIS: 14 +2


CHA: 12 +1

(shield) Skills

Languages:


» Elven... maybe


+14 - Climb


+6 - Survival


+5 - Handle Animal


+4 - Acrobatics, Disable Device, Escape Artist, Fly, Ride, Sleight of Hand, Stealth


+2 - Heal, Perception, Profession, Sense motive, Swim


+1 - Bluff, Diplomacy, Disguise, Intimidate, Perform, Use magic device


-1 - Appraise, Craft, Knowledge, Linguistics, Spellcraft

(helmet) Armor

» Pair of Antlers on her right arm[bone Heavy Shield]


+2 AC, -2 ACP, Fragile

(sword) Weapons

Terbutje | +3 AB | 1d8+2 | 19-20/x2 | Slashing | Fragile


Punch | +3 AB | 1d3+2 | x2 | Bludgeoning


Shield points | +3 AB | 1d6+2 | x2| Piecing | Fragile

(chest) Equipment

»

(bag) Odd's & Ends

» Furs, worn as clothing


» Bowl of nuts

The girl shivers... the predators these things detected were waiting for them outside of the food place. Her left hand goes for her club, as her right grabs the scruff of the one closest to the fountain. She pulls them back, while loosing a series of high, nervous chattering sounds. [she is using her Speak with Animals SLA, even though these two legged things don't seem to be smart enough to understand it] "Back... Rot Water... Danger."

 

[SeemosYantra]

@vinom Your ears pick up sounds coming from the fountain, words you cannot understand but your instincts immediately raise them as red flags, you can also see the the water fountain's usually spraying water has started to spray out faster then normal, and starting to over flow.
The water, not it's usual blue is a strange murky grey, most definitely not from the fog it seems.


@everyone, despite the slight distractions carrying you away from the fountain, you are able to hear... something... a shuffling in a way. Coming from the direction of the cemetery.


@SeemosYantra [detect evil yo] the moment you finish the spell(yea its described as a sort of spell, small oogidy boogidy hand waggling) you being to feel it around you, evil magic, a great deal of it to, if you spend atleast a few second you can find the source of it.

-[Whispering to himself, making a displeased frown] Oh, crap... It HAD to be...





Ianos was accostumed at having problems following him around like flies pursuing a rotten carcass, but this was a new level of bad sittuation. The kind of level which he didn't wanted to face, but knew, one day, would have to face. It was likely both the Swordmaiden and the black haired woman were right, which meant something REALLY bad was on the 'hood. Now, was it "problem" or "problems"?





< Ianos keeps his concentration on Detect Evil for 6 more seconds. >

 

[folclor]

She didn't want to tear her attention away from the strange water but the shuffling was more disconcerting to her and she took a step back, craning her head. She was just there! She silently cursed herself for not being more thorough. Most likely some undead and she was unprepared for such an encounter. Ironic. Carefully, she pulled the scythe from its sheath on her back. Its blade skipped along the cobbled stones.

 

[SephirothSage]

The Samurai, unlike the others... doesn't seem even a little afraid. She moves slightly as the elf reaches- then grins and shakes her head- as she grasps the hilt of her sword. She speaks in a soft voice as before- but in an unnatural warping, the language she speaks in is translated for the little elf.


"Don't worry. It's a fight that's coming- and it should be a good one. It'll be dangerous, but fun!" She says- a tone of joy at the prospect of battle- as she turns fully to face the Cemetary... and puts a hand on her sword. It's odd- it's clear she spoke one language, but by some unnatural means it is translated- the general meaning at least- into a form that a more basic mindset can understand; the wordless language of a wild animal. Her eyes gleam faintly in the mist- seeming to shift like those of a predatory cat, allowing her a greater view of the darkness as she readies herself for battle- still not drawing her sword..


She does however think for a moment.... it's unclear what about, through that shit eating grin.

 

[Orikanyo]

@SeemosYantra As you focus more and more the evil gets clearer and clearer, almost as if it was a surging wave coming towards you at full force. A veritable shockwave of energy coursing upwards towards....


Thats when the fountain flew skywards.


With a sudden force skyward the whole fountain launched into the sky from the force unknown, twirling in the air as it landed somewhere in the town, the explosion from it's landing followed by sudden screams of pain and shock from the populace. From the ground underneath the fountain spewed forth an unearthly liquid, foul and disgusting it spewed forth like an eruption. But this was no sewage, for you all could hear the faint cry you heard before ever more louder now, within the sludge was incalculable amounts of suffering voices, a distressing wail of sadness and pain as the very surroundings started to reek of the dead and decay.


After a few seconds the strange water stopped flying upwards, going back to a slow spittle upwards, leaving the newly created hole a pool of unholy liquid where the fountain once was to settle and burble sickeningly.


And not exactly adding to the situation, the fat man from the INN had come outside, sniffing the air and looking quite surprised. "My oh my, what happened here? what could have caused this to happen hmmmm?" the fat man asks the party, his fat belly grumbling with dissatisfaction that it had to stop filling itself.

 

[SeemosYantra]

@SeemosYantra As you focus more and more the evil gets clearer and clearer, almost as if it was a surging wave coming towards you at full force. A veritable shockwave of energy coursing upwards towards....
Thats when the fountain flew skywards.


With a sudden force skyward the whole fountain launched into the sky from the force unknown, twirling in the air as it landed somewhere in the town, the explosion from it's landing followed by sudden screams of pain and shock from the populace. From the ground underneath the fountain spewed forth an unearthly liquid, foul and disgusting it spewed forth like an eruption. But this was no sewage, for you all could hear the faint cry you heard before ever more louder now, within the sludge was incalculable amounts of suffering voices, a distressing wail of sadness and pain as the very surroundings started to reek of the dead and decay.


After a few seconds the strange water stopped flying upwards, going back to a slow spittle upwards, leaving the newly created hole a pool of unholy liquid where the fountain once was to settle and burble sickeningly.


And not exactly adding to the situation, the fat man from the INN had come outside, sniffing the air and looking quite surprised. "My oh my, what happened here? what could have caused this to happen hmmmm?" the fat man asks the party, his fat belly grumbling with dissatisfaction that it had to stop filling itself.

Too fast, too sudden. Ianos could not move a muscle, barely giving 2 or 3 stepbs backwards more by instinct than by reason as the entire sittuation unfolded, his concentration lost along the skyrocketing water. As things calmed down, the aasimar warily gave a step foward to peer into the "new" pool, a sudden face of both disgust and overwhelming concern framing his eyes wide open.





-[shaking his head very slowly without taking his eyes out of the pool, speaking with an almost broken voice] M-My friends... I-I'm no priest... but I-I don't think a whole church's reserve of holy water is gonna be enough against.... this...





Ianos put his palms to his cheeks rather forcecully, almost like slapping himself to clear his head, trying his best in focusing on what was truely relevant in this moment: see if there were inmediate threats or, more important, anybody hurt nearby.


[dice]12772[/dice]

 

[folclor]

"Pharasma, help us," Amaya choked out, almost falling to the ground in shock, sincere in her plea to the goddess. She'd never seen anything like this, not even in all her time in Geb. "Holy water might be a start..." Her mind struggled to comprehend. Stolen souls? Lost souls? What foul thing would manage this?


[dice]12773[/dice]


[dice]12774[/dice]

 

[vinom]

Squeak squeak squeakly

Health: 14/14

Race: Feral Elf

Age: 90

Class: Barbarian

Alignment: True Neutral

Level 1

EXP: 0/2000?

(crown) Basic Information

AC: 16


Saves: Fort; 6, Ref; 4, Will; 2


Initiative: +10


Base Speed: 50ft


Climb Speed: 20ft


Eye Colour: Forest Green


Skin Tone: Grimy brown


Hair: Black, unkempt mane


Body Type: Humanoid, lean


Height: 5'4" (short)


Weight: 100lbs (all bones and wirey muscle)

(d20) Stats

STR: 14 +2


DEX: 18 +4


CON: 16 +3


INT: 9 -1


WIS: 14 +2


CHA: 12 +1

(shield) Skills

Languages:


» Elven... maybe


+14 - Climb


+6 - Survival


+5 - Handle Animal


+4 - Acrobatics, Disable Device, Escape Artist, Fly, Ride, Sleight of Hand, Stealth


+2 - Heal, Perception, Profession, Sense motive, Swim


+1 - Bluff, Diplomacy, Disguise, Intimidate, Perform, Use magic device


-1 - Appraise, Craft, Knowledge, Linguistics, Spellcraft

(helmet) Armor

» Pair of Antlers on her right arm[bone Heavy Shield]


+2 AC, -2 ACP, Fragile

(sword) Weapons

Terbutje | +3 AB | 1d8+2 | 19-20/x2 | Slashing | Fragile


Punch | +3 AB | 1d3+2 | x2 | Bludgeoning


Shield points | +3 AB | 1d6+2 | x2| Piecing | Fragile

(chest) Equipment

»

(bag) Odd's & Ends

» Furs, worn as clothing


» Bowl of nuts

To say the feral girl had a jumpy reaction to the fountain exploding was an understatement. She leaped back, behind the woman she'd been following, her whole body coiled tight like a vine straining to keep a swinging log trap at bay. There was no chatter, nor noise that would alert a predator of her presence and location. She is a tree branch bent as far back as the timber would allow and soon she'll snap forward into something, anything, that draws her ire. {Can I prepare an action to role initiative, cause Squeak Squeak Squeaky thinks things want to eat her squirrel flesh?}


Initiative, 21 = 17 + 4


[dice]12789[/dice]


Perception 9 = 7 +2


[dice]12790[/dice]

 

[TacoMann]

The Hermit gives a wary stare to the fountain, a stare more like one gives a shouting child than a potential threat, before turning to the new pool, slowly sidling into a fixed stance. Legs parted, stable, and one arm raised, slowly circling. Mimicking the motion of a snapping turtle, eyeing a potential threat.


Rolling init just in case as well.


[dice]12842[/dice]

 

[Orikanyo]

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With a sudden final blast of sickening air, out crawled the creatures. a emaciated almost human-like creature, featureless save for a whirling black splotch that circles their skin like a living tattoo. Seven of these creatures scramble up from the horrible liquid, turning their heads around themselves like gazing upon their surroundings, and almost immediately they started to rush off like scattering mice, scampering away on all fours.


two of these don't leave the area, one of which lunges towards the door of the INN with an unfathomable fury, to which if you wish to do so @TacoMann you can perform an attack of opportunity to prevent it from reaching it's destination/deal damage.


The other gazes upon @folclor (sorry no time to go check it out, keep the roll though) and lunges towards you, it's shambling mess of a form hissing and screeching from a unseeable mouth. @vinom this creature passes by you on it's way, since you prepared yourself, do as you see fit.


As the other creatures scamper away screams can be heard in the distance, and a slow singular moan coming from the graveyard.


The wheel of fate turns, commence execution.