OOC: Moved potion of healing from Auriel's inventory to Hildigrim's inventory.
Knight Burral shakes your hands as you take the money, and opens her mouth to answer Hex's question. Nothing but a harsh exhale comes out as the entire inn is shaken. A tremendous gust of wind blows open the door and causes crockery and glasses to crash to the floor. The horrific roar that follows is felt vibrating in the pits of your stomachs as much as it is heard, turning your blood to ice - something primal, dredged from the very roots of the world.
"Bane's black blood! What in the Nine Hells was that!?" Aleyd shouts, racing up the stairs to the second floor of the inn. She peers out of the windows, looking shocked and aghast.
"Hainard's hairy toes!" Hildigrim curses through gritted teeth. He holds a hand up in front of his eyes against the wind.
The halfling disappears beneath the table and scrabbles out into the great room. Instead of following Aleyd up the stairs, he runs to the door. His hair, already a birds nest, whips around in the wind like a loose sail.
He crouches down, trying to be as small as he can be, as he peers around the door toward the street.
Hex immediately ducks down as the door blows open, instinctively covering her head with her arms to block any flying shards of glass. Her heart drops at the sound of the primordial roar. "Oh gods... please don't be a dragon." She doesn't notice Hildigrim scrambling under and out of the table and so goes to follow Aleyd up the stairs to get a better view.
Carl had just put the pouch of coins away and was turning to look at Burral when the blast occurs, he feels rocked in his chair, putting his hands out to the table to steady himself. He turns to look if windows are blown out and shakes his head, clearing it and hoping that the damn ringing in his ears will stop. Carl stands after a moment and goes to the door, near Hildigrim to look outside and see if he can locate the source of the blast. Squirt drops his rag onto the table and walks after his master toward the door. “What in the blazes….where did that come from?” Carl says, readying himself to run or fight if needed.
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Auriel doesn't have a moment to acknowledge Hildigrim's approving nod as the building shudders violently and the door slams open with a howling gust of wind.
The Eladrin scrambles to his feet—his heart already pounding—and reaches out to Aisling in his mind, commanding her to get to safety. At least for the time being.
Then he follows after Hildigrim and Carl, halberd at the ready—prepared to face whatever might be coming. (ooc: if anything dangerous gets within his 10feet reach, he'll react with a Polearm Master AOO)
Hildigrim doesn't hesitate. He takes the proffered bottle and stores it in a pocket for safe keeping. He nods silent approval to the eladrin.
OOC: Moved potion of healing from Auriel's inventory to Hildigrim's inventory.
Knight Burral shakes your hands as you take the money, and opens her mouth to answer Hex's question. Nothing but a harsh exhale comes out as the entire inn is shaken. A tremendous gust of wind blows open the door and causes crockery and glasses to crash to the floor. The horrific roar that follows is felt vibrating in the pits of your stomachs as much as it is heard, turning your blood to ice - something primal, dredged from the very roots of the world.
"Bane's black blood! What in the Nine Hells was that!?" Aleyd shouts, racing up the stairs to the second floor of the inn. She peers out of the windows, looking shocked and aghast.
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"Hainard's hairy toes!" Hildigrim curses through gritted teeth. He holds a hand up in front of his eyes against the wind.
The halfling disappears beneath the table and scrabbles out into the great room. Instead of following Aleyd up the stairs, he runs to the door. His hair, already a birds nest, whips around in the wind like a loose sail.
He crouches down, trying to be as small as he can be, as he peers around the door toward the street.
Hex immediately ducks down as the door blows open, instinctively covering her head with her arms to block any flying shards of glass. Her heart drops at the sound of the primordial roar. "Oh gods... please don't be a dragon." She doesn't notice Hildigrim scrambling under and out of the table and so goes to follow Aleyd up the stairs to get a better view.
Carl had just put the pouch of coins away and was turning to look at Burral when the blast occurs, he feels rocked in his chair, putting his hands out to the table to steady himself. He turns to look if windows are blown out and shakes his head, clearing it and hoping that the damn ringing in his ears will stop. Carl stands after a moment and goes to the door, near Hildigrim to look outside and see if he can locate the source of the blast. Squirt drops his rag onto the table and walks after his master toward the door. “What in the blazes….where did that come from?” Carl says, readying himself to run or fight if needed.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Auriel doesn't have a moment to acknowledge Hildigrim's approving nod as the building shudders violently and the door slams open with a howling gust of wind.
The Eladrin scrambles to his feet—his heart already pounding—and reaches out to Aisling in his mind, commanding her to get to safety. At least for the time being.
Then he follows after Hildigrim and Carl, halberd at the ready—prepared to face whatever might be coming. (ooc: if anything dangerous gets within his 10feet reach, he'll react with a Polearm Master AOO)
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