Sicsivicus |
Sicsivicus holds his ground and readies an attack in case the dangerous cat decided to attack him again. He was content to let the beasts run away. It was obvious now that the group had interupted a predator finishig off its prey and nothing more.
Let them run. We're after werewolves not hunting cats. Damn thing was just protecting its dinner.
The Harlequin |
@Tronath ::"It may be an animal companion i'm looking to see who's now."::
@Merran ::"be careful I have a feeling that cat may be with some one"::
@Sicsivicus ::"Be done with the wolf, the others say, this cat is not all is seems, So keep on your guard.::
DM Irie |
The leopard is breathing, but barely. It doesn't look like it will survive much longer. The spot where the ray hit it is still smoldering. The smell of burnt hair fills your nostrils. You can tell that something is different about it though, you're not really sure. You are close to where the Witch indicated she had seen the WereFoxes. Perhaps it is a Were as well. Taking a blood sample could prove fruitful, though you're sure it would kill the thing.
You detect nothing out of the ordinary in the immediate vicinity. No psionics, apart from all of yours, no other minds, nothing hiding. Well except for the injured wolf who's making a racket running to the north west.
Tronath - if your heal was to stabilize you are successful.
The Harlequin |
I will try mind link with it 1pp GM wile reading its mind as well,
::"Do not kill it yet I wish to talk to its mind"::
The to the cat
Mind link,
::"I am sorry, you gave us not option, you surprised us, we may yet save you, but I must ask you, who are you and what are you doing here?"::
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21 Diplomacy
This is so cool it like Brain diving in Ghost in the shell, Never tried this before only this kind of PC can let you do this. very cool GM
The Harlequin |
::"Show me of Edward"::
looking for an Image
And wile it days the Harlequin will sing to it
::"Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,
Smiles await you when you rise.
Sleep,
pretty kitty,
Do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby.
Cares you know not,
Therefore sleep,
While over you a watch I'll keep.
Sleep,
pretty darling,
Do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby.
::
1d20 + 15 ⇒ (17) + 15 = 32 Acting
DM Irie |
Harley in response to your question you see an image of a man. But there are no features its blurry and shadows. It looks sort of like a bathroom man sillouette. No distingushing features but most definitely humanoid. You are overcome by a sense of noatalgia.
The cat purrs softly as you sing. Slowly dying.
The Harlequin |
"It is a man called Edward's Familiar or Animal companion, I have found a vague images of him in this cats mind, but there is some thing more, some thing deeper, a sense of deep nostalgia as if this Edward has not been seen by this cat for a long time"
Harley bends down and places a hand on the cat head she expends her metal field and wipes the things mind clean and so ending its life in an instant.
1d6 ⇒ 5 Points of DMG to its brain, Mind Thrust no PP cost.
Harley stands
"Tronath the body is all yours to play with"
She turns to the others.
"Shame I could have impersonated him, o well, what next?"
GM Im I picking up any other Phonics in the Group itself?
The Harlequin |
PS- Sorry meant Psion's from the group
In the Mind of The Harlequin
Voice 1 "What do you have to report?"
Voice 2 "We have gained the trust some of the group once more, this form how ever is problematic, the fact is has some reducible soul after the implanting of the dolls may be a problem."
Voice 1 "that is none of my concern now, I wish to know what you found out about this witch that reconstituted us."
Voice 2 "Our view is this she has a very high level of skill and ability
with her areas of magic. The Form she showed us is not who true one, it is our belief from what we have seen that she may Babayaga or a being of a similar type."
Voice 1 "And your Evidence for this"
Voice 2 "Her skill in bring us and the others back to life. The fact she seems to have the skill to hid from what looks like a very powerful god who rules here. Also, this cat beings so close to where the witch was we would say this Edward came to a end at her hands, and she has used some kind of masking magic or power to remove his memory from minds, even a animal minds, that's is and impressive level of skill."
Voice 1 "I see, what is your view in her motivations?"
Voice 2 "There is a high probability we are nothing more than a distraction, wile the forces of good fight us she can be readying her own for a attack on the new weakened focuses of good. She has time to play plans why beyond any we can make with our small knowledge base. She has had 2000 years to plot."
Voice 1 "What of the others in the group?"
Voice 2 "The Gnome has skill with flesh manipulation to the point of obsession, the Orc is a thing of studded violence and pain, dominance and personal power from faith seem to the prime motivates, The Catling seems to show the proclivities of its race and the other we have yet to study to any useful level."
Voice 1 "understood, I shall report to the others, work on finding out more about this world, we need to know what the bigger game is here"
Voice 2 "It will be done."
The Harlequin takes out her map and looks at where the closes road may be.
Sicsivicus |
Sic stood by while the others watched the cat die. They seem fascinated by the ordeal but it was just a dumb cat to him. Although he was curious to what Tronath was doing when he cut up the beast. He was ready to move on when Merran mentioned tracking.
I have some skill. But cat is dead now. What are we tracking?
Tronath Colastar |
perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
'i will find out what might be in the bush, be ready to attack'
Tronath goes to the bush in a defensive manner if at all possible, if not just walks to the bush to see if anything might be in there, that he cant see from afar.