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OOC-Buuurgen)

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A tall lankly man walks towards the others.  A uncommonly pale appearance with a blueish tint, almost as if he is struggling for air, but his chest does not seem to rise and fall.  An aura of the grave about him, and those that get close we see a haunting in his eyes.  He has seen horror.  "Greetings.  I am called Odd Tommy.  I am looking for something lost...maybe something I would rather keep lost." 

Finn restrained the impulse to take a step back, and stepped forward instead, taking his hand off the rapier hilt and extending it for a handshake. “I’m Finn.”

The hooded figure nods, and a hoarse voice says, “Sep.”  He starts to look around, once again trying to see if they are being observed or spied upon.  

Odd reaches forward and takes Finn's hand.  His hand is cold to the touch.  Turning to Dack he replies,   "I also received such a letter,  but penned none myself."

Odd will glance around at the others including the cloaked form....and try to see if anything spikes as unusual.   perception 9

{ooc:  I believe there is another cloaked form at the crossroads  - someone who hasn't spoken ( an npc?)}

Odd notices signs of rope burn and early scarring around the neck and wrists of Sep.  He doesn’t seem to breathing in a normal cadence.  After you look for a moment, you notice that he’s not really breathing at all.

Yohannes is off to the side, watching the cloaked, unmoving figure with his piercing eyes, though his stance suggests one of cowardice. The aarokocra doesn't say a word, his body language is language enough how he's feeling.

Finn flinched a bit at the cold touch, but mostly concealed it. After releasing Odd’s hand, he rubbed his a bit too warm it up. 

About Finn, Odd would notice that he seems to be fairly soft, still…little to no scars, soft hands, features not yet hardened by the elements. His clothes and weapons seem expensive. Perhaps he’s nobility?

Desmond shifts his weight a little before hesitantly taking a step forwards. He offers Odd a small smile before shifting his gaze back towards the cloaked figure. 

Odd would notice that Desmond looks like he's seen better days and the haunting look in his eyes would suggest that he's seen horrors that he has more than likely been trying to run away from. Every so often he gets a surprised look on his face that quickly fades almost as suddenly as it appeared.

Finn shifted his attention from the others back to the silent hooded figure in the mist. He took a few steps toward it, and stopped facing it, asking; “And who might you be? Did you send the letters?”

(DM

We’re waiting)

(Sorry i was bit late, thanks for getting on burgen.)

"As you all talk the cloaked figure's head snaps up, glaring with piercing, yellow eyes. What you took for a cloak spreads around it, revealing itself to be a pair of mighty black wings. With one powerful motion and a blast of chill air, the wings sweep and the vague figure is gone."

How do you respond to this.

Wings, well, at least he wasn't the only one. He jumped for a moment, before calming at the sight. He was still a tad terrified, but at least he knew what he was looking at. He doesn't say a word, the aarokocra is still a tad speechless.

Finn’s eyes went immediately to the figure, then as he realized it was winged and as it took off, he recoiled a step, swearing under his breat, and his hand involuntary went to his rapier, half drawing it before he realized that it wouldn’t be any good, the re-sheathing it. “What was THAT?”

Sep moves his hands in an odd manner and steps back into a defensive stance, worried that his fears were becoming true.  He holds his spear, looking for unseen threats off the road.

Desmond's grip on his staff tightened when he saw the figure's wings and as it took off he glanced around at the others, hoping that they had also seen what had happened. After a couple seconds he took a breath and losened his grip on his staff. "I wish I knew." He said with a soft sigh.