The scene below was a festering wound, masked by a veneer of unnatural calm. Olgha’s gaze swept over the listless crowd, the flickering fire, and the still, silent form of Elanil. This wasn't a hiding place. It was a stage. She turned to the others with a predatory smile. "I'm going up."
Without another word, she turned to the nearest massive stone support pillar. There was no hesitation. Her boots and gloves found purchase on the cold, vertical stone as if it were level ground. She began to ascend. She looked like a phantom, a trick of the light, simply flowing up the pillar and into the oppressive, absolute darkness of the bridge's underbelly. The world tilted, then inverted. Olgha moved with a predator's grace across the stone ceiling, her hair hanging down toward the distant ground. [Spider Climbunder the bridge] The people were a scattered collection of dolls, their faces upturned and vacant. And Elanil was the centerpiece of it all. From this vantage, Olgha could see everything, a spider waiting patiently on her web. She looked upon the smoking woman to see if she was in a state she could be of any use. [Perception - 10]
Vadania shook her head at the scene before her. However she was always one to try a more simple and straight forward approach. Once her eyes landed on Elanil, she made a beeline for the elf. "Hey!" She said, trying to get the elf's attention when she got close to her. "Hey! We want to talk to you. Your sister is worried about you."
Vannithos follows Vadania, not hiding but not drawing attention to himself either. He watches Elanil's reaction curiously when the werewolf calls out to her, trying to discern her mood and if anything seems off.
The scene below was a festering wound, masked by a veneer of unnatural calm. Olgha’s gaze swept over the listless crowd, the flickering fire, and the still, silent form of Elanil. This wasn't a hiding place. It was a stage. She turned to the others with a predatory smile. "I'm going up."
Without another word, she turned to the nearest massive stone support pillar. There was no hesitation. Her boots and gloves found purchase on the cold, vertical stone as if it were level ground. She began to ascend. She looked like a phantom, a trick of the light, simply flowing up the pillar and into the oppressive, absolute darkness of the bridge's underbelly. The world tilted, then inverted. Olgha moved with a predator's grace across the stone ceiling, her hair hanging down toward the distant ground. [Spider Climbunder the bridge] The people were a scattered collection of dolls, their faces upturned and vacant. And Elanil was the centerpiece of it all. From this vantage, Olgha could see everything, a spider waiting patiently on her web. She looked upon the smoking woman to see if she was in a state she could be of any use. [Perception - 10]
You peer down from your perch, and manage to catch a glimpse of Elanil's face. She seems to be at least mostly awake and aware, though she doesn't seem to be focusing on anything in particular.
Vadania shook her head at the scene before her. However she was always one to try a more simple and straight forward approach. Once her eyes landed on Elanil, she made a beeline for the elf. "Hey!" She said, trying to get the elf's attention when she got close to her. "Hey! We want to talk to you. Your sister is worried about you."
Her ears perk up, and without turning to you, she says, "My sister's worried about me? Of course she is." She turns to face you, and a look of shock flashes across her face before it returns to her typical weary expression. "You were the ones at the Ivory Unicorn yes? Not sure why you'd want to come here though. Perhaps to kill me." She pauses to take a drag of her cigarette. "Ah, well. 'Spose it was bound to happen one day."
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Vannithos' eyes scan the crowd and Elanil as they approach, looking for the telltale red glint of another amulet on anyone.
Perception: 12
As you look around the crowd, you see nobody wearing an amulet.
"There don't appear to be any more cultists around here, at least," the monk observes quietly.
The scene below was a festering wound, masked by a veneer of unnatural calm. Olgha’s gaze swept over the listless crowd, the flickering fire, and the still, silent form of Elanil. This wasn't a hiding place. It was a stage. She turned to the others with a predatory smile. "I'm going up."
Without another word, she turned to the nearest massive stone support pillar. There was no hesitation. Her boots and gloves found purchase on the cold, vertical stone as if it were level ground. She began to ascend. She looked like a phantom, a trick of the light, simply flowing up the pillar and into the oppressive, absolute darkness of the bridge's underbelly. The world tilted, then inverted. Olgha moved with a predator's grace across the stone ceiling, her hair hanging down toward the distant ground. [Spider Climb under the bridge] The people were a scattered collection of dolls, their faces upturned and vacant. And Elanil was the centerpiece of it all. From this vantage, Olgha could see everything, a spider waiting patiently on her web. She looked upon the smoking woman to see if she was in a state she could be of any use. [Perception - 10]
Vadania shook her head at the scene before her. However she was always one to try a more simple and straight forward approach. Once her eyes landed on Elanil, she made a beeline for the elf. "Hey!" She said, trying to get the elf's attention when she got close to her. "Hey! We want to talk to you. Your sister is worried about you."
Vannithos follows Vadania, not hiding but not drawing attention to himself either. He watches Elanil's reaction curiously when the werewolf calls out to her, trying to discern her mood and if anything seems off.
Insight: 19
((Vadania's not actually a Leonin. She is a werewolf))
((Oh, sorry! I thought she was a leonin who can turn into a werewolf lol. Post edited.))
((Nah she's a half-elf that's permanently stuck in werewolf form. She just gets a bit bigger and stronger when raging))
You peer down from your perch, and manage to catch a glimpse of Elanil's face. She seems to be at least mostly awake and aware, though she doesn't seem to be focusing on anything in particular.
Her ears perk up, and without turning to you, she says, "My sister's worried about me? Of course she is." She turns to face you, and a look of shock flashes across her face before it returns to her typical weary expression. "You were the ones at the Ivory Unicorn yes? Not sure why you'd want to come here though. Perhaps to kill me." She pauses to take a drag of her cigarette. "Ah, well. 'Spose it was bound to happen one day."