Phantom Blade (HP 33/33 AC 18, T 13, Flat 15 F+5R+4 W+5 Init +8 Per +8
We are so sorry I don’t know what happened things went crazy and it dawned on us that we disappeared. Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23 Dante begins to search the town occasionally pausing to cast detect magic. I wonder why the town is destroyed that flash of light didn’t do anything to fix it....what else is still ruined like this.
Phantom Blade (HP 33/33 AC 18, T 13, Flat 15 F+5R+4 W+5 Init +8 Per +8
”Well I guess that means it’s time to meet the neighbors.“ Dante says as he slides his bow back into his quiver by using mage hand. ”Maybe she has food....I’m starved.“ He throws his arm around Saoirse’s waist pulling her in close as they walk.
Phantom Blade (HP 33/33 AC 18, T 13, Flat 15 F+5R+4 W+5 Init +8 Per +8
”You mean other than the strange light and now everything seems off? Know anything about what happened on your side of the world?“ Dante asks as he takes his hands and rakes them through his spiky hair. ”At least I cuddle with my beautiful wife at night instead of an oversized house cat.“ He mutters as Magrun takes the lead. He follows his shortbow out and an arrow nocked just in case.
Phantom Blade (HP 33/33 AC 18, T 13, Flat 15 F+5R+4 W+5 Init +8 Per +8
”Hmmm if it is Wydell...how close could you get an arrow with out hitting the little guy?“ Dante asks as he pulls a small bead from one of his many pockets and with a whispered word drops it to the ground, upon hitting the ground it bursts into a campfire. ”Take a bit of cloth wrap it around the arrowhead and voila instant signal flare. And if it’s not him...“ An odd look comes into his eyes as he pulls the bandages away revealing the marks that cover his right arm. ”...we’ll deal with that too.“
Phantom Blade (HP 33/33 AC 18, T 13, Flat 15 F+5R+4 W+5 Init +8 Per +8
”Don’t be Magrun don’t be Magrun...“ Dante mutters when he hears the hunter behind them. ”Oh it is you...I was hoping we were in heaven but if your here it must be the other place.“ He says with an over exaggerated sigh and smile starting Magrun and his game. ”Have you seen any of our other allies, looking out at this flat expense of greenery we should see something or someone..“ Dante asks Magrun as he looks around himself. Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Phantom Blade (HP 33/33 AC 18, T 13, Flat 15 F+5R+4 W+5 Init +8 Per +8
Dante shot upright his mind a blur his heart pounding unable to breath. His pulse slows and the tension in his chest lessens as he sees Saoirse next to him seemingly unharmed. He thinks back on his last memory. The war, the battle and the demonic horde coming for them and then all went white. ”Where the hell are we...what happened.“ He mutters as he looks around his gaze falls to the black scar wrapped around his arm and frowns. So even after all this I’m still cursed with you.. ”Mi cielo are you alright?“ He asks as he gently lays a hand on her and casts two simple spells to help her. stabilize and virtue. |