The wolf picks up the locket and hands it to their tag-a-long as he looks off into the distance.
He shifts back to his human form.
"Something's coming. Not shambling. Walking. Slow."
the man takes the locket, and stares at it for a while.
"Tha-"
and then his clothes collapse in a heap, with him missing from them.
The person keeps walking closer. a horrid, shrill voice comes from the creature.
"Looks like we have... Company."
"Well this doesn't bode well..."
the man takes the locket, and stares at it for a while.
"Tha-"
and then his clothes collapse in a heap, with him missing from them.
The person keeps walking closer. a horrid, shrill voice comes from the creature.
"Looks like we have... Company."
"Greetings." Castell begins to look over our visitor. "Are you a resident of this swamp?"
"Greetings." Castell begins to look over our visitor. "Are you a resident of this swamp?"the man takes the locket, and stares at it for a while.
"Tha-"
and then his clothes collapse in a heap, with him missing from them.
The person keeps walking closer. a horrid, shrill voice comes from the creature.
"Looks like we have... Company."
"You could say that."
not a sound is made besides her, and the group."You also could say that I own it. You're tresspassing."
she walks into view. She's a horrid little thing, with a smile that eats up most of her face. She's waring numerous adornments, of bone, scales, fur and human skin.
"And tresspassing. Is not tolerated."
Merek does not notice the incoming visitor until someone points it out to him.
Knowledge Nobility check to see if I've heard of Fray Ansel locally: DC 15
Fray Ansel. I have heard of you. You've been quite the talk amongst the nobility for the past few days after your rounding success in defeating Chancellor Falorum at the Duke's Ball. I have to say, word has it that your intellect is difficult to surpass and your knowledge of the arcane is beyond compare
It is an honor to meet you, good sir.
Merek witnesses his charge disappear and the clothes fall flat. What...? What was that? he thinks. He takes the butt of his Bardiche and pokes the clothing on the ground. He just... Disappeared.
Then he hears the new voice crackling in the unnaturally silent night air.
Merek immediately grips his weapon with both hands, blade pointing at the new threat. His years of training and practice guides his body to his fighting stance without him thinking about it. The volume of his voice rises up, steady with the sureness of a man accustomed to lead in the face of danger, What have you done with him?
"And you expect us to simply leave after you vanished our friend here?"
A powerful thrum sound and brief flash of red light happens as he summons a large red claw over his right hand.
"I spent a long time with my nose to the ground in this place, and I would've liked to see him take it home."
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Merek does not notice the incoming visitor until someone points it out to him.
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Merek witnesses his charge disappear and the clothes fall flat. What...? What was that? he thinks. He takes the butt of his Bardiche and pokes the clothing on the ground. He just... Disappeared.
Then he hears the new voice crackling in the unnaturally silent night air.
Merek immediately grips his weapon with both hands, blade pointing at the new threat. His years of training and practice guides his body to his fighting stance without him thinking about it. The volume of his voice rises up, steady with the sureness of a man accustomed to lead in the face of danger, What have you done with him?
the clothing squirms a bit. something is in there.
"You'll find that out. And expect you to leave? No. No, I'm not going to let you leave until I've had my fun. EXPECALLY you, zevris."
"What do your senses tell you, Merek?"
This won't end well... She doesn't look like she can be reasoned with. Castell begins to muse. And what happened to the man we were helping? What is in that bundle? Questions begin to race through his mind, he barely thinks to draw his sword.
Merek focuses his eyes on the newcomer, gauging her soul.
Merek focuses his eyes on the newcomer, gauging her soul.
"Now, zevris is going last. Who do I start with first..."
her gaze turns to sarissa.
"Perhaps you."
Merek steps closer to Sarrissa, She is evil, and she is powerful. We must take caution.
Merek focuses his eyes on the newcomer, gauging her soul.
"Now, zevris is going last. Who do I start with first..."
her gaze turns to sarissa.
"Perhaps you."
"I think not. Merek?" Hearing a threat towards his half sibling is enough to give Castell a short-term goal at the least, he stands between Sarrissa and the witch.
she stands, unafraid and indifferent.
"Oh, but you think you... Can protect her?"
her inhuman smile grows even wider.
"See you in the morning."
she waves her hand, and serissa's vision starts to go black. She barely has a few seconds before she collapses.
NOOOO!! Merek screams, and he charges her.
"I am not afraid of you hag. My faith gives me strength."
NOOOO!! Merek screams, and he charges her.
"Feeling useless?"
her numerous enchanments make the attack useless, however, stopping on some invisble force generated by her bracers, amulet, ring, and a force in front of her, all of the obejcts flashing as they deflect the hit.
"You know, you'll go second to last. Let you watch."
"Disgusting wretch!" Castell joins the charge attempt.
she looks to castell.
"Not a chance."
her eyes flash, and his go blurry, before he falls, mid-charge.
Castell goes face-first into the mud. His thoughts as his mind goes dark begin to race once again, emotions running the gamut between anger confusion, sadness, and bewilderment at how fast this day went so horribly. Then, silence, At least death will be peaceful
Edgar forms several signs with his hand and mumbles something before shadowy duplicates appear next to him, he then rushes at the hag, drawing his katana mid-charge
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Edgar forms several signs with his hand and mumbles something before [dice=]1d4 shadowy duplicates appear next to him, he then rushes at the hag, drawing his katana mid-charge
the witch looks at the man.
"Humph."the witch simply flicks Her hand, as she has done to the others.
"You really think that'll help? Please."
the hex strikes true regardless, and Edgar's vision starts to fade.
Edgar blacks out mid run, falls to the mud, and slides for a couple feet before coming to a stop.
"Ugh, what a disgusting beast. Hold a moment, I believe I have something for that." Fray smirks before producing a round vial from his sash and dashes forward a bit. He hurls a bomb at the witch's feet.
the witch yelps, and jumps. That set her off. Oh boy. She looks to Frey, and casts a spell thst snaps most of his bones, before hexing his internally bleeding, unconcious body.
"So... Anyone ELSE Wanna try acutslly fighting back?"
As soon as people begin disapearing Chris grabs his employer to beer a hasty retreat "no, you are getting out of here, we likely only have seconds till that monster is done with them, I will mourn them later, some were friends, but that doesn't mean that I should throw our lives away for no reason."
When he attack and is retaliated against, Christopher cries out in frustration. "aaugh you fool!" He then breaks out in a dead sprint as the body disappears. "I didn't want to be here!"
Fray screams in pain as his body contorts then falls lifeless to the ground.
As soon as people begin disapearing Chris grabs his employer to beer a hasty retreat "no, you are getting out of here, we likely only have seconds till that monster is done with them, I will mourn them later, some were friends, but that doesn't mean that I should throw our lives away for no reason."
When he attack and is retaliated against, Christopher cries out in frustration. "aaugh you fool!" He then breaks out in a dead sprint as the body disappears. "I didn't want to be here!"
the witch laughs. Cowards are fun. She calls him back forcebly, giving him no chance to resist. She looks to the paladin.
"Done with you."
hexes him. She makes the man return to her, and ask her for a change in his life.
"If you insist."
and he falls as well. she turns to the last man.
"Zevris."
the witch, having turned to zevris, begins to slowly approach, nails extended to an ubsurd length.
"So good to see you. If only becuase... I get to hurt you."
"Margaret."
He practically spits her name as he glares at her.
"Been a while..."
He flexes his claw as he shifts, becoming somewhat larger, rather like a minotaur with larger muscles and horns. He snorts, not leaving the scowl of his human face.
Merek fell into one of his offensive forms and starts twirling his Bardiche, striking the witch's protective fields with variesd upwards and downwards strikes. By falling into the form, it allowed his muscle memory to engage I. The attack while his mind could be focused on figuring out a way to get past the fields.
One by one, his allies around his were falling, and Merek was getting increasingly worried that there was nothing he could do. He felt powerless to protect them.
Before his vision went black, his last thoughts were of Sarenrae, asking her for guidance.
"Margaret."
He practically spits her name as he glares at her.
"Been a while..."
He flexes his claw as he shifts, becoming somewhat larger, rather like a minotaur with larger muscles and horns. He snorts, not leaving the scowl of his human face.
"See, they... They got to die, inbetween today and tomorrow. You? No. You're going to be concious as your new body rebuilds itself from the ground up. Feel every second of it. It's a gift from me to you. Have fun."
her eyes flash with even more malice then normal. Zevris's vision fades, he'll wake up beofre the others, there to feel his own body get built. The witch walks over the pile of clothes, then says
"Oh, and you can keep that. I didn't actually want it anyway."
she cackles, and heads off into the swamp.
starday, Deznus 28th. Salrin- New moon, dormis- nearly full moon. 9:00 am Sun is rising. Windy, overcast, likley to rain..
morning comes, and people begin to Arize... Rather diffrenet then before, and no more then 100 feet from thier own corpse. The sensations come fast, having more limbs they you're supposed to can be rather shocking. For a couple of you, thoguh, laying down in the muck feels oddly Normal.
Another of you has a smell hit your nose, and the smells itself seems treatening. Reptiles.
Clearly, this will be an interesting morning.
What in the hells... Castells mind drifts into consciousness. As he gets up he sees the bizarre mess around him. A Bugbear? Lizardmen? A Strix? And why does everything look bigger? He tries to walk away without disturbing the creatures, when he sees the corpses of his compatriots, and... Wait, is that me?! He rushes over to grab his scarf from the dopplganger.
Sarrissa puts a hand to her head and begins to rub her temples.
"Oh Merek, I just had the strangest nightmare..."
Sarrissa puts a hand to her head and begins to rub her temples.
"Oh Merek, I just had the strangest nightmare..."
As he begins to put his scarf on. What? How do you know him goblin? The scarf itself seems to adjust to fit Castell, who is still unaware of his changes. He's far more terrified than he sounds though.
Zveris tries to take a last lunge with his claw, falling as his strength fails him.
He says one final thing to her, comparing her to a female dog, before he blacks out.
Fray slowly fades back from unconsciousness. "What the...? Oh, for the love of all that's holy..." he exclaims, noticing himself lying in muck. "Disgusting... utterly disgusting. Some bodyguards I've hired. Can't even handle an ugly, floating tart in a swa-" Fray's complaints are cut short as he realises that the skin on his arms is decidedly more grey than he recalls. "Pharasma on Fireday! What in the hells happened to my beautiful skin!? Endore! Chrans! I shall have your heads for thi-"
The fury leaves his face as he looks up at his... companions, and notices that he's surrounded by beasts. He fumbles to his feet to run but feels an awkward heft at his back. Then he sees them... Large, raven-like wings circling him from behind.
Fray screams out in horror, frightening several small birds away.
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After regaining a bit of his senses, Fray notices the dead bodies lying in the muck. One in particular catches his eye. He'd know himself anywhere, even if it is mangled and broken. He falls to his knees over his old body and begins weeping.
"What is happening!?" Fray cries out, his voice much more shrill than before. He panics for a moment and then gasps lightly, remembering something.
He reaches for a small pouch on his corpse, and pulls out a tiny hedgehog.
"Winslow! Winslow are you okay!?"