I hear Kegi shout something but I couldn't make it out before the zombies struck. I bite back a groan of pain. I step back cautiously and allow Kegi to cover my retreat.
Before the first wave of zombies reach our line, I take up a position that would allow me to catch several of them into the field of fire of my spell. I cover as many of the zombies with fire.
Akallabeth having disengaged himself from the Hollow Man, I see this as my opportunity to attack. I take a position from which I will not hurt any of my party mates then I cause fire to burst forth from my fingers. Earn my ire, Burn with fire
I notice the intense concentration on the faces of Maddock and Lucienne and I too concentrate to bring the environment under my will, just like in a dream.
Though I almost pass out from the searing, burning pain that suddenly engulfed my body, I remain on my feet. I exert my will and demand light to shine from my staff. Perhaps light will defeat the darkness...
What's happening here is truly strange...can this entire scene be real? The behavior of the people here are truly out of character, especially those men dancing together and the choir. This is not a high society soiree. Tis a bar for adventurers... can their food and drink have anything to do wit their strange behavior? Don't know if Lucienne, Kegi and Akallabeth have drunk or eaten anything from this place either. This needs further investigation. Aside from behavior, what other things are out of place? Check their clothes and their speech. When you can't trust your eyes, other senses must be used.
For Logos
Spoiler:
I cast detect magic... I'm specifically looking for enchantment and illusion auras, if any, and the place where these are emanating
Addressing Akallabet, "Up to you what you wish to do. Just keep in mind that this is an interview... an audition if you will...for a job that requires 'Able Men and Women Wanted for Precipitous Tasks involving the Security of Sharn.'"
Waving my hand at the room, "This being a set-up has crossed my mind. But assumptions are not enough. Remember you need to impress our host."
"Pleased to meet you," I offer my bandaged right hand in a gesture of peace.
I continue, "Wouldn't want to spoil our host's surprise...but this much I can tell you. My interview was ok. As you can see, I'm still, more or less, in one piece. As to the other matter, our host is tough and wants tough people on the job, so if you're not prepared to do what is necessary then this job's not for you." I pause to let that sink in and I stare into their eyes.
"By the way, what's been going on? Everyone's edgy. Spooked more like."
I notice the woman beckoning me from across the room. What the hell I have nothing better to do. So, I walked up to her, where she is talking with two other persons.
Addressing the woman and her companions, "I couldn't help but notice you from the other side of the room. I gather you already know my name. But for those who arrived late in the game, I'm called Romulus. Please tell me how I may call you."
"Pennywise, tis a good thing you decided against "toasted kittens," I don't work for people who view life with such callous disregard. This was as much an interview for you and the people you work for, as it was for me."
After exiting the interview room, I proceed to my place among the shadows. I continue my study of my fellow applicants.
I consider Pennywise's proposal as I replace the bandages about my face. "Are you sure you wish to see me do my worst? My worst could torch this entire kitchen. What with all the inflammables in here...."
I let that sink in before I continuing, "But if you have no qualms about being burned to a crisp, then I have no problem giving you a demonstration. You see... to survive, I have done many things that most people consider disturbing, to say the least, and annihilating these kittens will not be an obstacle to me. And if I burn with you in the resulting inferno, then I guess I don't have to worry about tomorrow. You, on the other hand, have a lot to lose. I wonder if you are prepared to say goodbye to all that you hold dear." I hold the gnome's gaze, "How would you like the kittens, rare, medium or extra crispy?"
I gather the winds of magic and compressing them into a ball subservient to my will and a faint orange aura begin to surround the fingertips of my right hand....
I use ongoing prestidigitation effect to create the orange aura
"If you have any gods you wish to pray to before we do this, now is the time to do so."
I again use prestidigitation to change the color of the aura around my fingertips to blue white, suggesting the increase in power of the magic I was bringing to bear
"Fire is the great equalizer. Rich, poor, male, female, young, old, human, elf, orc, gnome, halfling, they all smell the same once the fats cooks off their flesh."
"Your candor convinces me that you think that you have all the cards. Very well if you wish to have a look at my face then so be it. But be warned 'tis not a pretty sight."
With that, I start unwinding the bandages covering my face until my thoroughly scarred face is in full view. "Pennywise, I hope this," referring to my scars, "doesn't lose me the job."
"Anyways, you wanted to know something about me. Would you believe me when I tell you that I spent the last thirty years of the Last War farming the land my ancestors left me...and that I was never schooled in magic... well I guess not." With a few arcane words and subtle gestures, I cause a fire to spring forth from my index finger. I then lit my pipe.
"So for the record, let us say that when I reached the age of majority the gods blessed me with the grace of magic and that I have earned my keep with that magic. That I never joined any of the armies fighting the Last War and that I was survived the catastrophe that destroyed Cyre. How? I don't know. As to why you should trust me, consider this: 'Nothing is more reliable than a man whose loyalty you can buy for cold hard cash.' Satisfied?" I make eye contact with Pennywise and hold it.
The Women up Front Yells " Romulus " And Points to the Door behinde here.
It's Interview Time!
Any Last Words.
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sorry for the delayed reply, my internet connection was down
I emerge from the shadows. In a deep voice, I reply: "Here." Then I proceed to the door indicated. All of my senses strain to take in all of my surrounding.
I cautiously tap my staff on the door. "I am Romulus," I declare. Then I open the door and proceed inside.
I enter the room with my face swathed in bandages to conceal my scars. Tis best not to upset anyone here. I pick a shadowed part of the room to settle in to await my interview.
I spend my time taking stock of my weapons and surroundings.