Agarthian Storyteller wrote:
OS patch upload. He should be back online shortly. :) Ponders avatars...
Garble wrote:
The smell could have easily drifted down - the 'shooting star' wasn't very high up. So that's actually doable, especially if bolstered by a spot of magic. Works for me :)
Rowan Bladesinger wrote:
Ask for and ye shall receive.... ;) Seeing the change in the patterns on this person's skin distracted her for just a moment as she uttered those last words. Just long enough for her to take a hard, swift hit in her side that sends her tumbling into the sand. Instinct kicks in, and she uses the momentum to come back up on her feet. The man is on his feet as well, his cheek twitching once as the golden color vanishes. His stance is low and balanced - the stance of someone used to fighting. His hands are up and partially clenched, but he is unarmed.
Rowan Bladesinger wrote:
As she runs a finger across one of the patterns, she gets an oddly pleasant 'sensation'. (Think something like two separate chords of music coming into harmony. Ish...^.^) That sensation is quickly replaced by burning, as the tattoo she is tracing suddenly shifts in form and color under her finger. The shape becomes less severe, more flowing, and turns to a gleaming gold.
Rowan Bladesinger wrote: I so rarely get a chance to feed these days...so many goody two-shoes around, and I'd hate to blow my cover.;) Yeppers...especially with the ultimate walking 'wellspring' always so close by. Maddening, I tell ya (^-^) Rowan Bladesinger wrote:
She flips the body over - and promptly raises her other eyebrow... The figure is a human male with pale, alabaster skin. Poking out from his forehead are two very small dirty yellow hornlets - easily concealed by his hair, and definitely no good as natural weapons. As you flipped him, you notice a tail as well, slender and scallop-tipped. What raises your other eyebrow is none of this information, but what is on his face. Black tattoos - but they look almost like something you haven't seen in quite a while. Reminiscent of the Dark Speech, now that you really look at them. Not as actual words - the tattoos are abstract. But they give you that feel...
Rowan Bladesinger wrote:
She notes that this stretch of beach - for the moment, at least - is empty. Thinking about a midnight snack, are we...? ;P The figure has dark hair, obscuring its face, and is wearing obviously soaked clothing - though it appears to somehow be charred as well. The hands are covered in what look like some kind of dark, supple woven leather that disappear up what are left of the tunic's sleeves. Oh yes...and, just above the smell of the saltwater, you get another unmistakable smell - the smell of brimstone. :)
Rowan Bladesinger wrote: Interesting, she thinks to herself and moves forward cautiously to investigate. Rowan begins her approach, heading slightly higher up the beach to get a better angle of view on whatever is there. As you close to within fifty feet, the form resolves itself into a humanoid figure lying face down. If the deep furrows in the sand behind it are any indication, the figure appears to have pulled itself bodily from the surf, and recently too. She thinks she hears a moan over the lapping waves, but she can't be sure at this distance. She does, however, notice the torso rise and fall.
Garble wrote:
[Ponders] You know, I think it will work very nicely indeed if Garble stumbles across Danae and Irv first for a bit of dialogue. By all means, make it so ;)
Rowan Bladesinger wrote:
Splitting off, Rowan quickly disappears into the trees, winding along the myriad paths worn between their roots. Apart from the occasional pair or small group having their own private parties, she doesn't find any young woman matching Danae's description. Then she makes her way clear of the trees and onto the Club's manicured beaches, their white sand gleaming in the waning moonlight. It is because of the bright sand that she notices a dark form just above the surfline about a hundred yards away... |