"If none of them want one then I'll take the other three.... On second thought one is more then enough." Amira said with a chuckle and then a nod towards the other woman. "Of course I shall treat this as if it was a gift granted to me by the heavens."
(We’re gonna go ahead and move forward, moving past any private RP that can be done later Flimira nods to everyone as they leave her agency, and puffs on her cigar as she starts to close the door. “You lot better make it back. I’ll be pretty pissed if I sent you out there for nothing!” The cobblestone streets are quiet as you all leave, and the swirling walls of Mist on each side of the street make no sound, merely reach out for you with wisps of fog as if beckoning for you to come forth. The “Open” sign on the agency door is turned to “Closed” and Flimira Vhage extinguishes her lanterns before giving a quick. “Ta-ta!” and closing her door.
(We’re gonna go ahead and move forward, moving past any private RP that can be done later Flimira nods to everyone as they leave her agency, and puffs on her cigar as she starts to close the door. “You lot better make it back. I’ll be pretty pissed if I sent you out there for nothing!” The cobblestone streets are quiet as you all leave, and the swirling walls of Mist on each side of the street make no sound, merely reach out for you with wisps of fog as if beckoning for you to come forth. The “Open” sign on the agency door is turned to “Closed” and Flimira Vhage extinguishes her lanterns before giving a quick. “Ta-ta!” and closing her door.
"Very well, now the question is... which 'Domain' should we do first?"
"I don't have a preference, they could all be terrible. Also, we put a lot of trust in that woman very suddenly, I don't know if I want to try any of them just yet and would rather we investigate on our own"
"I don't have a preference, they could all be terrible. Also, we put a lot of trust in that woman very suddenly, I don't know if I want to try any of them just yet and would rather we investigate on our own"
"I do know that the severed ear does not have my vote as somewhere we should begin our new task." Amira adds as she looks to the others, her hand moving to rest near her weapon as they leave the building behind.
"I ain't seens 'ow any easier or harder can bes determined jes by a things handle, so wes might as well jes flippers a coin, no?" Nos Heliwr says as he tucks a pistol (or two) into his belt. "Seems t' me no matter wheres wes bes goin' they's gonna bes a heap o' trouble t' deal wit'."
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Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Amira nods as she moves to follow the others into the mist, loading the her Pistol but making sure that it would not end up firing as they walked. "Onward then gentlmen."
The Mists swirl all about your forms as you traverse through a seemingly endless gray haze. The noises, just as awful as before, still are heard all around you. Screams, growls, tearing of flesh, and howls are all heard from somewhere in the grey. Yet, you soon find traversing the Mist won’t be as simple as saying the name of a domain and appearing there… for as the seconds turn to minutes and the minutes to an hour, you are still within the grey, swirling mist that flows all around you. But, when an hour turns to two, you soon find you aren’t alone… as a figure moves slowly from within the Mist - towards you. Coming into view, he wears only a black cloak. He looks to be normal, as normal as most people… until he locks eyes with you. His eyes, as black as night, convey a certain evil. He speaks slowly… “Blood… fresh blood for me to revel in spilling…” From within his cloak he draws a dagger, and licks it’s sharp tip. He looks to the Dragonborn, True, and smirks. “You.. holyman of a strange people… I’ll kill you first.”
The Mists swirl all about your forms as you traverse through a seemingly endless gray haze. The noises, just as awful as before, still are heard all around you. Screams, growls, tearing of flesh, and howls are all heard from somewhere in the grey. Yet, you soon find traversing the Mist won’t be as simple as saying the name of a domain and appearing there… for as the seconds turn to minutes and the minutes to an hour, you are still within the grey, swirling mist that flows all around you. But, when an hour turns to two, you soon find you aren’t alone… as a figure moves slowly from within the Mist - towards you. Coming into view, he wears only a black cloak. He looks to be normal, as normal as most people… until he locks eyes with you. His eyes, as black as night, convey a certain evil. He speaks slowly… “Blood… fresh blood for me to revel in spilling…” From within his cloak he draws a dagger, and licks it’s sharp tip. He looks to the Dragonborn, True, and smirks. “You.. holyman of a strange people… I’ll kill you first.”
After those last words, out of fear, Gustav shoots a beam of eldritch energy at the cloaked figure (Eldritch Blast rolls in the game log)
Amira draws her rapier and readies it as she turns towards the strange figure, her free hand beginning to glow with arcane energy as she looks ready to casts spell.
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"If none of them want one then I'll take the other three.... On second thought one is more then enough." Amira said with a chuckle and then a nod towards the other woman. "Of course I shall treat this as if it was a gift granted to me by the heavens."
“I’d hope so. For those who want the guns, I’ll take you into another room and let you test it. One at a time. Amira, follow me.”
Amira nods and moves to follow after the detective. "We won't be long gentlmen. I do not think it is to difficult."
(We’re gonna go ahead and move forward, moving past any private RP that can be done later Flimira nods to everyone as they leave her agency, and puffs on her cigar as she starts to close the door. “You lot better make it back. I’ll be pretty pissed if I sent you out there for nothing!” The cobblestone streets are quiet as you all leave, and the swirling walls of Mist on each side of the street make no sound, merely reach out for you with wisps of fog as if beckoning for you to come forth. The “Open” sign on the agency door is turned to “Closed” and Flimira Vhage extinguishes her lanterns before giving a quick. “Ta-ta!” and closing her door.
"Very well, now the question is... which 'Domain' should we do first?"
"I don't have a preference, they could all be terrible. Also, we put a lot of trust in that woman very suddenly, I don't know if I want to try any of them just yet and would rather we investigate on our own"
"Hmm, that is a good point."
"As weird as it sounds, The Carnival sounds very intriguing, and might be the least bad of all."
Player:
Snikkit Sparks - Gnome Artificier (Alchemist) 3 | Stranger Things: Hunt for the Thessalhydra
Theron Pyllae - Variant Human Fighter 1 | Shell Island
Riwakan Thioscale - Dragonborn Fighter (Battle Master) 5 | Adventures in the Sands: Lost Tomb of Meneptah (Group 2)
DM:
Derailed Dreams - Panic on the Zakhara Express
"I do know that the severed ear does not have my vote as somewhere we should begin our new task." Amira adds as she looks to the others, her hand moving to rest near her weapon as they leave the building behind.
"I ain't seens 'ow any easier or harder can bes determined jes by a things handle, so wes might as well jes flippers a coin, no?" Nos Heliwr says as he tucks a pistol (or two) into his belt. "Seems t' me no matter wheres wes bes goin' they's gonna bes a heap o' trouble t' deal wit'."
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
The Mists wisp and swirl about, beckoning for someone to step closer.
"Well..." *True picks up the conjoined doll* "Carnival"
Gustav walks up to True, to make sure that he goes there as well.
The Mists slowly part, giving passage as the sea of Mists cascade to the left and right, opening up to more Mists that still beckon you to go within.
Well... if you all are coming... I'll follow behind.
"Only one way to go"
Amira nods as she moves to follow the others into the mist, loading the her Pistol but making sure that it would not end up firing as they walked. "Onward then gentlmen."
The Mists swirl all about your forms as you traverse through a seemingly endless gray haze. The noises, just as awful as before, still are heard all around you. Screams, growls, tearing of flesh, and howls are all heard from somewhere in the grey. Yet, you soon find traversing the Mist won’t be as simple as saying the name of a domain and appearing there… for as the seconds turn to minutes and the minutes to an hour, you are still within the grey, swirling mist that flows all around you. But, when an hour turns to two, you soon find you aren’t alone… as a figure moves slowly from within the Mist - towards you. Coming into view, he wears only a black cloak. He looks to be normal, as normal as most people… until he locks eyes with you. His eyes, as black as night, convey a certain evil. He speaks slowly… “Blood… fresh blood for me to revel in spilling…” From within his cloak he draws a dagger, and licks it’s sharp tip. He looks to the Dragonborn, True, and smirks. “You.. holyman of a strange people… I’ll kill you first.”
After those last words, out of fear, Gustav shoots a beam of eldritch energy at the cloaked figure (Eldritch Blast rolls in the game log)
Amira draws her rapier and readies it as she turns towards the strange figure, her free hand beginning to glow with arcane energy as she looks ready to casts spell.