All around is a wall of sickly yellow fog, tumbling through the alley’s canyon of crumbling, gray brick walls like some jaundiced flash flood. Ahead, the unfamiliar alley splits, curving to the left and right. Behind, from the silent swell of mist, emanates the sound of footsteps—slow, but somehow keeping pace with the careening, hungry wave.
Feathers, you are up first. You are in a haze, mentally and physically, finding yourself in a strange alleyway with three strangers. You hear the sound of footsteps coming from behind you, and the alley ahead splits into two paths, left and right. What do you do?
Fear. It is all she knows. She does not know what is inside the fog, does not even know who she is. But she knows she must run. As fast as her little legs will carry her.
Another is also fleeing, ahead of her. Without thinking, she bears left at the fork, following the stranger away from the horrors behind her in the alley.
All around is a wall of sickly yellow fog, tumbling through the alley’s canyon of crumbling, gray brick walls like some jaundiced flash flood. Ahead, the unfamiliar alley splits, curving to the left and right. Behind, from the silent swell of mist, emanates the sound of footsteps—slow, but somehow keeping pace with the careening, hungry wave.
Everyone, roll for initiative.
DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
I strive to post at least once per day on all my PbPs. I ask my players to do the same.
More active on weekdays than weekends.
Assume all of my characters are gay.
Initiative 8
Initiative: 15
Initiative: 4
Initiative: 22 (wait so am I going first?)
Feathers(17)Sapphire(13)Strings(10)Blue(6)
Feathers, you are up first. You are in a haze, mentally and physically, finding yourself in a strange alleyway with three strangers. You hear the sound of footsteps coming from behind you, and the alley ahead splits into two paths, left and right. What do you do?
DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
I strive to post at least once per day on all my PbPs. I ask my players to do the same.
More active on weekdays than weekends.
Assume all of my characters are gay.
In a hazed panic, I take the dash action and run down the left path, trying to get away from the strangers and the footsteps.
Fear. It is all she knows. She does not know what is inside the fog, does not even know who she is. But she knows she must run. As fast as her little legs will carry her.
Another is also fleeing, ahead of her. Without thinking, she bears left at the fork, following the stranger away from the horrors behind her in the alley.