Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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(Unfortunately, the darkness near Rooney's is anything but complete, due to the massive blaze.)
(Rolling for perception... natural 20. Oh boy.)
Nyx slowly crosses the street, and begins darting across the sidewalk directly opposite Rooney's in a moment where the fire isn't burning quite so bright... only for a piece of the roof to cave in, sending up a great plume of flame that illuminates him fully. For a moment, he freezes. Then he sees several of the silhouetted shapes change their course, veering towards him, and he knows that there's not much time. He's been seen. He should go. Now.
An adult lands in the middle of the street with a heavy thump, still hardly visible, backlit by the blaze. It slowly begins to unfurl to its full height, a solid foot taller than nyx, and as its wings rustle a voice screams inside of Nyx to
LOOK AWAY
He's never seen a moth before. Not really. Caught glimpses as they whirl above the city, seen their hollowed out, husklike corpses, but he's never really seen one. No one that he knows has. Despite that, all the tales he's heard, rumors he's caught, everything tells him to
LOOK AWAY
Even still, a curiosity burns at him. Itches in his brain. What does it look like? He can't see it like this, in the brief glimpse he's gotten so far, but if he continues to look... who knows what he'll see?
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Daybreak flies into Nyx's hand. Five bullets left before a reload- one's still suspended somewhere in the dirt under Rooney's. Nyx starts to speak, saying a string of curses in a tongue that is itself accursed. He points the barrel towards the adult moth, makes a silent prayer to an equally silent god, and pulls the trigger. The suppressor on the gun only removes so much of the noise, the shot itself emitting a loud boom as it rockets towards the towering horror, trailed by streams of glowing golden vines.
Nyx doesn't allow himself to focus on the shape or features of the moth. At least, not yet. The only way he'd want to see such a horrible creature would be on his terms, not its. The only way he'd ever look one in the eye would be if it were bathed in the same Light it tries so rabidly to consume.
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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18 (10 + 8) to hit, 6 (1 + 5) piercing damage, and if it hits the moth has to make a DC 13 Strength save or be affected by ensnaring strike (restrained, 1d6 piercing at the start of each turn, action to make DC 13 Strength check to escape).
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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With the boys topside, Maggwyn stays below with the singer, watching over her shoulder as the drawing comes together. She takes a second to call up, "You both doing alright up there? Want any more water?" Then looks back to the drawing, eager to learn something about the attack tonight.
Nyx looks at the restrained moth for no more than half a second. A thought crosses his mind- are the moths stupid enough to eat each other?- but he doesn't give himself enough time to fully consider it. There are matters of a bit more importance to intend to. Namely, running.
He starts to book it, getting far away from the fire as quickly as possible. He tries to lose the moths through the twisting and winding alleyways of the Narrows, searching for any areas of Darkness where he knows he has the advantage. In the moment, he's not above shooting arc Lights to get that advantage.
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Nyx manages to escape down a side passage and duck into the open door of a business before the moths come rushing by. They quickly lose interest and fly back to the fire, and Nyx can leave safely. Unfortunately, as he continues his investigations, he can't find any trace of anything that he's been looking for.
Maggwyn is surprised to see the amount of detail put into the sketch. This singer also appears to have a decent amount of artistic talent. The basic shape of the figure she is drawing is humanoid, and appears to be wearing some sort of cloak or coat. There is not visible face, just an empty space left to simulate a burst of light, and around the lower half of the emptiness are several long strands of... something, emerging from the head. Sort of beardlike, but in long, tapering strands rather than in a single large bush.
Maggwyn may roll arcana with disadvantage due to the drawing's incomplete nature in order to determine more.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Nyx takes the moment to reload his gun before starting to find his way back to Kellen's workshop. He makes sure to take a wide berth around the still-blazing café, regardless of how low the fire seems at the time. He enters the building, climbs down the hatch, and reports what he found; "Nothing. Nothing but moths, I mean. Real ones, big ones.
"I didn't find any footprints, so I've got a hunch that whoever blew up Rooney's is gone gone. They didn't do the kind of disappearing where you're invisible, they did the kind of disappearing where you bend space to be where you weren't. Then again, I did get a bit distracted while looking around, so I might have missed something."
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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As Nyx returns to the building, a fire engine rounds the corner, and he can hear shouting and water spraying as he shuts the door. The fire is being fought, it just remains to be seen whether the fighters or the fire will win.
As the singer puts the final touches on the drawing, Maggwyn gets to thinking. Those strands... they're weird, they don't hang in the way a beard should, though maybe its just the artist's depiction. Still, maybe they're not hair. Maybe they're something else, something more fleshy, hanging down off the perpetrator's head.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"Real, big, nasty ones?" Maggs smirks a bit towards Nyx as he returns. "Well, come take a look at this, you two, whatever it is that did the disappearing act, looks like nothing I've ever seen before. Is that some kind of flesh hanging down off his head?" She glances to the artist as she says this, seeing if they have any idea either.
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Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Kellen pushes up his glasses and turns his head at the sound of gunfire, but quickly loses sight of Nyx in the dark alleyways. Thankfully, Nyx returns to the shop soon after. Kellen frowns and rubs his head as Nyx delivers the report from his recon. “Doesn’t make sense. The explosion was definitely caused by magic, but I didn’t see any sign of anything else. Hell, why would anyone use magic when there are easier ways to blow things up?”
He looks over the others shoulders at the singer’s drawing. “That the guy you saw? What is hanging off it’s face?”He squints at the picture, trying to make sense of what he is looking at. Arcana: 9.
Kellen squints carefully at the strands of...something,as well as the general shape of the figure, and he realizes that they definitely are not a beard. The way they coil... those are tentacles. Kellen only knows one kind of humanoid creature that has tentacles on its face like that: a mind flyer.
Meanwhile, Nyx racks his brain for where he's seen a shape like this before, until Kellen lets him know what kind of creature this is. Then, it all comes rushing back to him.
Mind flayers. There's a group of them right here in the city. La Famiglia Cerebrale, they call themselves. Couple years ago, Nyx tracked a series of disappearances that led right back to la Famiglia. No matter how hard he tried, though, he couldn't pin anything on them. They're too tied up, have too many connections in the Ministry. After all, when magic is illegal, psychic abilities are much more in demand. Still, this doesn't fit their modus operandi at all. They're schemers, not terrorists. Still, it's as good a lead as any. Better still, Nyx still knows the location of Il Capo's hideout.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
(I like the vague implication that Deep Speech is Italian.)
"That's an illithid, alright. And if it's anything like the ones I've dealt with, that's real bad news. I guess the explosion already hinted at that, though." Nyx faces towards Rooney. "You haven't pissed off la Flamiglia, right? Anyways, this doesn't seem like them. Their warning shots are subtler than this, and their killing shots are more accurate."
Nyx takes takes some time to check on how the fire is going, before returning to Rooney to offer him a deal. "Tell you what. I've got a couple people I could call, and a couple favors I could cash in. I bet I could find that flayer, and make sure it thinks twice before blowing you up again. Or, more likely, kill it. I'll even throw in a discount, 'cause your whiskey's good and 'cause the bastard nearly blew me up, too."
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Stealth: 16 (10 + 6)
In case it would affect anything, it's worth pointing out that Nyx is invisible to creatures with darkvision while in complete darkness.
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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(Unfortunately, the darkness near Rooney's is anything but complete, due to the massive blaze.)
(Rolling for perception... natural 20. Oh boy.)
Nyx slowly crosses the street, and begins darting across the sidewalk directly opposite Rooney's in a moment where the fire isn't burning quite so bright... only for a piece of the roof to cave in, sending up a great plume of flame that illuminates him fully. For a moment, he freezes. Then he sees several of the silhouetted shapes change their course, veering towards him, and he knows that there's not much time. He's been seen. He should go. Now.
An adult lands in the middle of the street with a heavy thump, still hardly visible, backlit by the blaze. It slowly begins to unfurl to its full height, a solid foot taller than nyx, and as its wings rustle a voice screams inside of Nyx to
LOOK AWAY
He's never seen a moth before. Not really. Caught glimpses as they whirl above the city, seen their hollowed out, husklike corpses, but he's never really seen one. No one that he knows has. Despite that, all the tales he's heard, rumors he's caught, everything tells him to
LOOK AWAY
Even still, a curiosity burns at him. Itches in his brain. What does it look like? He can't see it like this, in the brief glimpse he's gotten so far, but if he continues to look... who knows what he'll see?
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"Well, shit."
Daybreak flies into Nyx's hand. Five bullets left before a reload- one's still suspended somewhere in the dirt under Rooney's. Nyx starts to speak, saying a string of curses in a tongue that is itself accursed. He points the barrel towards the adult moth, makes a silent prayer to an equally silent god, and pulls the trigger. The suppressor on the gun only removes so much of the noise, the shot itself emitting a loud boom as it rockets towards the towering horror, trailed by streams of glowing golden vines.
Nyx doesn't allow himself to focus on the shape or features of the moth. At least, not yet. The only way he'd want to see such a horrible creature would be on his terms, not its. The only way he'd ever look one in the eye would be if it were bathed in the same Light it tries so rabidly to consume.
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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(You gotta roll to hit.)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
18 (10 + 8) to hit, 6 (1 + 5) piercing damage, and if it hits the moth has to make a DC 13 Strength save or be affected by ensnaring strike (restrained, 1d6 piercing at the start of each turn, action to make DC 13 Strength check to escape).
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Glowing vines wrap around the moth, and Nyx looks away as its wings struggle to unfold.
(Is he continuing to move? More than this single moth has noticed Nyx, and he'll likely die unless he gets moving soon.)
What are people doing back at Kellen's shelter? The singer looks to be about half-done with her sketch.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
With the boys topside, Maggwyn stays below with the singer, watching over her shoulder as the drawing comes together. She takes a second to call up, "You both doing alright up there? Want any more water?" Then looks back to the drawing, eager to learn something about the attack tonight.
Nyx looks at the restrained moth for no more than half a second. A thought crosses his mind- are the moths stupid enough to eat each other?- but he doesn't give himself enough time to fully consider it. There are matters of a bit more importance to intend to. Namely, running.
He starts to book it, getting far away from the fire as quickly as possible. He tries to lose the moths through the twisting and winding alleyways of the Narrows, searching for any areas of Darkness where he knows he has the advantage. In the moment, he's not above shooting arc Lights to get that advantage.
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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(Stealth)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Stealth: 14 (8 + 6)
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Nyx manages to escape down a side passage and duck into the open door of a business before the moths come rushing by. They quickly lose interest and fly back to the fire, and Nyx can leave safely. Unfortunately, as he continues his investigations, he can't find any trace of anything that he's been looking for.
Maggwyn is surprised to see the amount of detail put into the sketch. This singer also appears to have a decent amount of artistic talent. The basic shape of the figure she is drawing is humanoid, and appears to be wearing some sort of cloak or coat. There is not visible face, just an empty space left to simulate a burst of light, and around the lower half of the emptiness are several long strands of... something, emerging from the head. Sort of beardlike, but in long, tapering strands rather than in a single large bush.
Maggwyn may roll arcana with disadvantage due to the drawing's incomplete nature in order to determine more.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
(She is not the right one for this! -1 and dis? ha, here we go!)
Arcana 13
Nyx takes the moment to reload his gun before starting to find his way back to Kellen's workshop. He makes sure to take a wide berth around the still-blazing café, regardless of how low the fire seems at the time. He enters the building, climbs down the hatch, and reports what he found; "Nothing. Nothing but moths, I mean. Real ones, big ones.
"I didn't find any footprints, so I've got a hunch that whoever blew up Rooney's is gone gone. They didn't do the kind of disappearing where you're invisible, they did the kind of disappearing where you bend space to be where you weren't. Then again, I did get a bit distracted while looking around, so I might have missed something."
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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As Nyx returns to the building, a fire engine rounds the corner, and he can hear shouting and water spraying as he shuts the door. The fire is being fought, it just remains to be seen whether the fighters or the fire will win.
As the singer puts the final touches on the drawing, Maggwyn gets to thinking. Those strands... they're weird, they don't hang in the way a beard should, though maybe its just the artist's depiction. Still, maybe they're not hair. Maybe they're something else, something more fleshy, hanging down off the perpetrator's head.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"Real, big, nasty ones?" Maggs smirks a bit towards Nyx as he returns. "Well, come take a look at this, you two, whatever it is that did the disappearing act, looks like nothing I've ever seen before. Is that some kind of flesh hanging down off his head?" She glances to the artist as she says this, seeing if they have any idea either.
Nyx, roll history with advantage. Kellen, roll arcana.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
History: 8 (
3,8 + 0)Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Kellen pushes up his glasses and turns his head at the sound of gunfire, but quickly loses sight of Nyx in the dark alleyways. Thankfully, Nyx returns to the shop soon after. Kellen frowns and rubs his head as Nyx delivers the report from his recon. “Doesn’t make sense. The explosion was definitely caused by magic, but I didn’t see any sign of anything else. Hell, why would anyone use magic when there are easier ways to blow things up?”
He looks over the others shoulders at the singer’s drawing. “That the guy you saw? What is hanging off it’s face?” He squints at the picture, trying to make sense of what he is looking at. Arcana: 9.
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Kellen squints carefully at the strands of...something,as well as the general shape of the figure, and he realizes that they definitely are not a beard. The way they coil... those are tentacles. Kellen only knows one kind of humanoid creature that has tentacles on its face like that: a mind flyer.
Meanwhile, Nyx racks his brain for where he's seen a shape like this before, until Kellen lets him know what kind of creature this is. Then, it all comes rushing back to him.
Mind flayers. There's a group of them right here in the city. La Famiglia Cerebrale, they call themselves. Couple years ago, Nyx tracked a series of disappearances that led right back to la Famiglia. No matter how hard he tried, though, he couldn't pin anything on them. They're too tied up, have too many connections in the Ministry. After all, when magic is illegal, psychic abilities are much more in demand. Still, this doesn't fit their modus operandi at all. They're schemers, not terrorists. Still, it's as good a lead as any. Better still, Nyx still knows the location of Il Capo's hideout.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
(I like the vague implication that Deep Speech is Italian.)
"That's an illithid, alright. And if it's anything like the ones I've dealt with, that's real bad news. I guess the explosion already hinted at that, though." Nyx faces towards Rooney. "You haven't pissed off la Flamiglia, right? Anyways, this doesn't seem like them. Their warning shots are subtler than this, and their killing shots are more accurate."
Nyx takes takes some time to check on how the fire is going, before returning to Rooney to offer him a deal. "Tell you what. I've got a couple people I could call, and a couple favors I could cash in. I bet I could find that flayer, and make sure it thinks twice before blowing you up again. Or, more likely, kill it. I'll even throw in a discount, 'cause your whiskey's good and 'cause the bastard nearly blew me up, too."
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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