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.
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))