Chapter 3.b.: Distraction

May 29, 2019 9:03 pm
OOC:
Thread for the Distraction party: Yelnar, Krav and Ember. Froak will act as an NPC lookout as necessary, but will not be RPed on any consistent basis.
As you listen at the bottom of the stairs, you can hear that the storm has blown through during the time you developed your plan of attack. Froak has already taken a peek outside and verifies that as far as he can tell, there is no longer any danger. It appears to have passed overhead to the south (incidentally, not the direction Willitan's pony was left in; he might be okay).

It doesn't appear that anyone from the citadel has ventured outside just yet; it might be a good time to sneak out and find your way to a safe spot to start your distraction from. In speaking with Greybeard, you have memorized a rough map of where convenient tunnel entrances are located. The plan, as you have discussed so far, is to use the tunnels as a getaway route when needed, to pop up at different places around town to create as much of a disruption as possible.
May 30, 2019 12:00 am
"I have an idea for a big distraction with this potion if we need it, but I don't many other tricks up my sleeve - I figure I'm most likely to be acting as a rearguard if we need it to retreat into the tunnels. What tricks do you have up your sleeves?"

Yelnar seems nervous, uncertain, yet eager to be on with this.
May 30, 2019 2:19 am
I have my meteors. I can send ice, too. And I've been told I'm annoying.

Ember winks.
May 30, 2019 2:39 am
Yelnar deadpans "Come on, we're a distraction team - if we unleash your annoyingness on them there won't be any Crows left for the stealth team to sneak past, and all of our planning will go for nothing"

He shares the idea of giant Yelnar bringing down meteors on command as his idea for full intimidation distraction as a last resort.
May 30, 2019 11:47 am
OOC:
I'm picturing Princess Bride :D
Ember chuckles at Yelnar's teasing, and her eyes light up at his suggestion.

That could work! I've got it! I'll come screaming out of the alleys, pretending there's someone chasing me, cuz I may not be sneaky, but I can lie. Maybe I stole something from you. She winks. And then you two chase me out. The argument that follows would surely buy us some time. And if not, well, Krav, you and I can help the Big Guy look like an actual Big Guy! I just wouldn't want to start with giant hellfire, because I don't know if we can all take down all of these guys if we make it too interesting.
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May 31, 2019 1:57 pm
Yelnar and Ember find some spots near tunnel entrances where they can throw some rocks at the crows then retreat into the tunnels, meeting up again before moving to a different spot.

The goal is to provide enough distraction to make them focus externally, without presenting enough threat to make them turtle up in their fortifications.
May 31, 2019 5:39 pm
After tossing rocks for a while, Ember is anxious. They don't really seem to be doing much. She crushes a little charcoal on the ground. She rubs some on her face and clothing, then mixes a little of what's left with oil and smears it over her burns so they look gross and pus-covered, more like a more recent wound. She quickly lights the edges of her hair on fire, patting them out before they can burn too far, but making her smell like, well, like burning hair.

She drinks a mage armor potion and winks at Yelnar and Krav.

Keep those other potions ready, eh?

And hops off with a smile. As she approaches the Citadel, however, she crinkles her posture and starts crying.

Help! Please! Anyone! The storm is over, please! I was stuck outside! I need help! Help!

Rolls

Bluff - a harmless damsel in distress +8 - (1d20+8)

(8) + 8 = 16

May 31, 2019 6:11 pm
"Who the bleedin' hell are you? You must be eighteen kinds of stupid to be out on a morning like this!" comes a deep, drawling male voice from behind the gate. Ember is still a good forty feet from the gate when the voice is heard. "Ain't you never seen a storm before, girl?"

There's a pause before he continues. "But I can't let you in. Boss's orders."

Another short pause, and he adds, "Hang on."

There's a bit of a scuffling sound behind the gate, and one side of it creaks open. A young, wiry fellow with long blond hair pokes his head and shoulders out around the edge and looks to see if anyone's about to ambush him. Seeing only the poor, bedraggled girl, he comes the rest of the way out, leaving the gate cracked just a bit. "I... I can't do nothin' for ya. The storms, they're permanent," he says with a sympathetic look on his face. "This one, I hear it got one of ours too. Not a bleedin' thing we can do."

Sympathetic or not, he stays a safe distance away from Ember.

Rolls

Sense motive

May 31, 2019 6:26 pm
Ember looks at the dirt a bit and sniffles.

I know you can't. And I wasn't trying to. I was hunting. I couldn't run fast enough.

She pauses to stifle a sob, then looks up and makes eye contact with the blonde.

I just....please. My mother needs to know. Can you please help me find her? You don't need to walk near me. I just...I can't do it by myself. I don't know where she went. We aren't from around here.

She sniffles again and nods, as if she's afraid she already knows his answer. "Um, I'm Emily. My friends call me Em."
OOC:
Edit: AK! The first roll I typed "1d8+20" - please disregard!
Last edited May 31, 2019 6:28 pm

Rolls

Bluff: Humanity and Guilt +8 - (1d8+20)

(1) + 20 = 21

REAL Humanity and Guilt: Bluff +8 - (1d20+8)

(8) + 8 = 16

May 31, 2019 7:03 pm
The blonde young man, who can't be much older than Ember, looks over his shoulder at the gate.

"I... can't leave the gate. They'll... well, you don't wanna know what they'll do. Just that I don't want it to happen to me," he says. "Is... your ma in the tunnels? They always told us to leave the tunnels alone, leave you all be."

He takes another couple of steps toward Ember. "Ain't there an entrance just a couple of buildings down from here?" he says, pointing off in completely the wrong direction. You know from Greybeard that there are no tunnel entrances in that direction.

Rolls

Sense motive

May 31, 2019 7:14 pm
I....I didn't know there were tunnels. I wish I had. I don't think Mother would know either.
She winces in pain. She's got a couple contingency plans still, and this could help with either of them.
OOC:
I'm rolling sense motive to determine the best way to get him on my side.

Rolls

Bluff continues - clueless and helpless +8 - (1d20+8)

(10) + 8 = 18

Sense Motive - reach him - (1d20+2)

(9) + 2 = 11

May 31, 2019 9:50 pm
"Are you... new here? I thought all the townies had gone below ground," says the blonde, his eyes narrowing as he studies Ember. The moment of suspicion passes. "Well, it ain't safe 'round here anyway. Other places lots more friendly on down the road. At least, they used to be."

He puts his hand on the hilt of the shortsword at his waist. "Ain't no place for a girl and her ma, here, anyway. You'd best be movin' along. I hope you find her, but I can't be helpin'. Got too much packin' up to do."

He starts to edge back toward the citadel gates.

Rolls

Sense motive

May 31, 2019 10:25 pm
This isn’t working.

You think I haven’t noticed??


Ember staggers back toward the fake tunnels, breathing heavily.

I just....Thank you.....so much.....for listening to me. I....I don’t feel.......I don’t feel........

She lets out an agonized scream and collapses to the ground. A column of meteors bursts forth in front of where she falls.

Rolls

Bluff - Distraction 2: Meteor Booglaloo +8 - (1d20+8)

(16) + 8 = 24

May 31, 2019 10:38 pm
The blonde lets out a yelp, staggering back against the gate as Ember seemingly explodes into a column of meteoric fire.

"Orien's beard!" he stammers out. He opens the gate and yells out to someone (or someones) unseen inside. "Hey... um... I think we've got one out here! One of... them! She just BLEW UP! Boom! Go get Jacira, she's going to want to see this!"
May 31, 2019 10:58 pm
Seeing that now is probably a good time to start running to draw people out of the Keep, Yelnar walks in. He is carrying his most intimidating looking weapon, a wicked looking Battleaxe.

He strides into the area and yells "EMILY! MY VENGEANCE IS AT HAND! NOT EVEN THE STORM WILL STOP ME! YOU AND YOUR MOTHER WILL DIE A HORRIBLE DEATH AT MY HANDS!"

Yelnar begins striding towards Ember as menacingly as he is able.

Rolls

Intimidate - (1d20-1)

(7) - 1 = 6

May 31, 2019 11:10 pm
From the utterly flummoxed look on the poor guard's face, he is completely at a loss as to how to take this newest twist in what's become a very stressful morning.

"What the..." he stammers, and tentatively draws his shortsword. He calls back to his comrades inside again, "Okay, everyone get out here... there's... well. I think you're going to just need to see it for yourself."

He advances away from the gate, and starts toward Yelnar. "Hey! You... you leave her alone! She ain't done nothin' to you!"

He looks down at his weapon, back at Yelnar's weapon, and decides holding his ground a safe distance away is the better part of valor while he waits for reinforcements.
May 31, 2019 11:15 pm
Yelnar says, in as deep a voice as he can manage. "Crawl back into your castle worm! I have suffered greatly at the hands of this one, and you will not stand between me and my vengeance!"

He continues striding towards Ember. hoping she will bolt so that he can "chase" her.
May 31, 2019 11:24 pm
While she’s on the ground, Ember bites the inside of her cheek. She weakly gets to her feet and spits out blood.

"You.....YOU!!! The demon in the market, in my dream! You’re the one who trapped me in the storm! Gods save me!!!"

She’s trying to smooth over the story, and she hopes this works. She runs weakly, but as quickly as she can afford to, crying madly and shouting improvised threads of prayers. She makes it a point to run away from the actual tunnel entrances.
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Rolls

Bluff +8 : damsel in distress - DAMSEL IN DISTRESS!!! - (1d20+8)

(12) + 8 = 20

May 31, 2019 11:30 pm
Two other mercenary types come out from the gates, neither of them familiar, neither of them particularly intimidating. They come on to the scene right as Ember launches into her desperate pleas. One shouts, "Hey! Leave her alone, yeah? Or we’ll make you!"

Tough words, but the uncertainty in his voice makes it far less intimidating than he’d probably like. Still, he nudges his two partners and they head as a group toward Yelnar, advancing carefully but with purpose.
May 31, 2019 11:36 pm
"Bwahahaha, yes, and its still less than you deserved! The impurity of your blood must be cleansed, but not before you suffer an eternity of torment at my hands"

He breaks into a trot after saying this.
Jun 1, 2019 12:15 am
Ember makes a point to stumble and trip a couple times to help sell how pathetic she is. At this point she’s a blubbering mess.

And she’s actually kind of enjoying it.
Jun 1, 2019 5:07 am
The three guards start moving more quickly toward the show, weapons drawn now. From the open gate of the citadel, a familiar face appears. It's the Angry Woman from your initial meeting with the Crows.

"Torm!" she yells toward the guards. "What the hell are you..."

Suddenly, her body shudders, like her skin is crawling. She's looking directly at Ember with a hard, flat expression.
Jun 1, 2019 9:22 am
Yelnar continues his dogged but very slow pursuit of Ember. He notices the Angry Woman’s reaction and says "Yes, you can see it too! The abomination must be purged!

Yelnar is hoping some of them overtake him so he can attack them from behind.
Jun 1, 2019 12:40 pm
It’s not my fault! Ember screams. I was stuck in the storm!
Jun 1, 2019 11:23 pm
The woman raises her heavy mace in one hand and begins to stalk forward. "Kill the big one. Leave me the girl," she says to the guards. "We’ve got plans for her."
OOC:
The guards are still about 40’ away from either of you. Jacira, the angry woman, is about 80’ away. You have time to run if you wish; none of them appear to be carrying ranged weapons.
Jun 1, 2019 11:56 pm
Ember takes a deep breath, trying to make the most of her brief moments to act.

Yelnar, she mutters, grabbing his hand. He’d recognize the protection cantrip if anyone has cast it on him before. She runs her had through her hair, casting it on herself as well

Run.

She fires her crossbow at Jacira and sprints.

Noticing the pathetic shot out of the corner of her eye, she groans and looks skyward.

You made me like this, Ocassa! What do you want??
Last edited June 1, 2019 11:59 pm

Rolls

Crossbow +2 - (1d20+2)

(4) + 2 = 6

Hopefully damage - (1d8)

(8) = 8

Diplomacy +4 : really hard praying - (1d20+4)

(12) + 4 = 16

Jun 2, 2019 12:11 am
OOC:
Better roll me some initiative. :)
Jun 2, 2019 12:29 am
OOC:
Excuse you I am fleeing.

Rolls

Initiative I’m so sorry Yelnar... +2 - (1d20+2)

(10) + 2 = 12

Jun 2, 2019 8:03 am
Hearing that the jig is up, Yelnar will run, heading for the nearest tunnel entrance, where they should be able to bottleneck the enemy. Yelnar figures now the sniffer has got wind of Ember they will definitely pursue, so this is likely as much distraction as they'll manage.

Being slower than Ember because of his armour, Yelnar will double move. If they make a narrow tunnel entrance he'll turn and fight if the Crows pursue.

Rolls

Initiative - (1d20+2)

(8) + 2 = 10

Jun 3, 2019 2:20 am
OOC:
Initiative for bad guys.

Jacira will go first, then Ember and Yelnar, then the guards.
Jacira breaks into an easy loping trot as she heads toward Ember, carrying her mace low and ready. Yelnar is an afterthought, but Ember... Jacira has her eyes fixed with an intensity that would be frightening even if you didn't know anything about her.
OOC:
She ends her turn 20' away from Yelnar, 40' from Ember. I'm guessing here, but that seems legit.

Rolls

Jacira - (1d20+1)

(16) + 1 = 17

Guards - (1d20)

(9) = 9

Jun 3, 2019 2:54 am
Ember takes a few steps back, knowing any damage she can do before the woman closes range will be vital.

That was a dumb prayer. Ocassa isn’t listening. But you know what she gave you. Use it.

She’s not close enough.

Of course she is. For the big one.

I need to make sure I can’t miss.


She looks back at Jacira and fires again.
OOC:
I can walk and do an attack, right? If so, this stretches us to a max of 70 feet. I’ll take any distance I can.

Rolls

Sense Motive - How screwed am I? +2 - (1d20+2)

(15) + 2 = 17

Attack +2 - (1d20+2)

(3) + 2 = 5

Damage hopefully - (1d8)

(4) = 4

Jun 3, 2019 5:45 am
Yelnar was now regretting bringing this ostentatious Battleaxe instead of his more familiar Bardiche. He moved again away from the Crows, but knew he would not be able to put enough ground between them and him this time. He turned, and prepared to take them on, readying himself to cut the first one that came close down.
OOC:
I was under the impression Jecinda was to move next, but you may be wanting to make things more efficient by posting for all of the villains at once. If he is not engaged by Jecinda, Yelnar moves another full move away, then turns and readies his action to attack the first enemy to come close enough to hit. If he is engaged by Jecinda but not harmed, he will 5' step back then move away. If Jecinda acts and bypasses him to go after Ember, he will charge her - I will use the same rolls to be either the prepared action or the charge - just add +2 to athe attack roll if it is a charge.

So 12 to hit normally, 14 if it is a charge (and in that case I'd take a -2 AC for the next turn)
Last edited June 3, 2019 5:46 am

Rolls

Attack with Ludicrous Speed Battleaxe! - (1d20+5)

(7) + 5 = 12

On a hit, I shall damage zem! - (1d12+6)

(2) + 6 = 8

Jun 3, 2019 4:14 pm
OOC:
Jacira went first in initiative order, then you and Ember, and then the guards will go. So based on your flow chart there, I'm going to say that you're making a full move to stay with and protect Ember.
As Yelnar and Ember move past the building that they first exited the tunnels from, three arrows come sailing from the broken-out window at Jacira.

One arrow is faster than the others, and takes Jacira in the shoulder. A voice from the building shouts, "That's for Alia! That's for my WIFE, you cold-blooded harpy!"

The other takes her in the leg, and causes her to stumble back and growl in pain. A ragged cheer can be heard from inside the building. She's bleeding badly, but she still stands. If anything, she looks even more furious now, her lips drawn back in an animal snarl. There's little thought left in her wide eyes, her pupils dilated so far her eyes appear black.

Or... maybe they are black.

Rolls

Arrow 1 (Greybeard) - (1d20+1)

(17) + 1 = 18

Arrow 2 (Townsfolk archer 1) - (1d20)

(4) = 4

Arrow 3 (Townsfolk archer 2) - (1d20)

(12) = 12

Greybeard arrow damage - (1d8)

(4) = 4

Townsfolk archer 2 damage - (1d6)

(6) = 6

Jun 3, 2019 4:42 pm
The guards run toward Yelnar. As intimidating as the big guy must be, it seems they’re more afraid of Jacira. The blonde boy that Ember was chatting up earlier is the first to come within the axe’s range, which proves to be his undoing.

As he raises his sword arm to slash at Yelnar, the axe takes him in the side and bites deep through his meager leather armor. Blood spills from his body, and he crumples to the ground with a confused look on his face.

The others pause, their companion’s sudden death making them far less certain about moving in. They settle into defensive stances and do not press the attack. "Come on, just let her have the girl. Everyone will be better off," one of them says to Yelnar, pleading.
Jun 3, 2019 5:53 pm
Yeah, well maybe I'd be more willing to come quietly if I knew how you were going to kill me.

She's a little saddened by the blonde's death. He was almost a decent human being.

What's wrong with her?

Ember catches Jacira's vision. Black eyes. Not a good sign in her family. Probably not a good sign here, either. Her tone softens, though her skin prickles with energy.

............What's wrong with her?

She takes a single step forward. Not enough that she can't run. But enough that she can still fire.

Take the shot.
Just a minute. I'll need to aim.
You know what shot I mean.


What did they do to you? That's magic in your eyes. I thought your kind hated magic.

Rolls

Diplomacy +4 - (1d20+4)

(19) + 4 = 23

Jun 3, 2019 7:49 pm
Krav remains inside the lower level of the building where we first exited the tunnels. Observing Ember and Yelnar's actions, he places Shiloh on the floor near his feet and draws his scimitar and shield. Kneeling down near Shiloh he looks as if he is waiting. Waiting for the right moment to act.
OOC:
I'm gonna ready a standard action here. I can see that Ember is trying to talk to this woman, but things are already starting to look pretty hectic. If any hostile action is taken toward my comrades, I'll be using my Fecund Familiar ability. If you want to be surprised, don't look that up.
Jun 3, 2019 8:33 pm
If Jacira even hears what Ember is saying to her, she shows no sign of it. Raising her mace, she breaks into a run -- strangely unhindered by the arrow in her thigh -- and charges.
OOC:
Pausing here to let Krav post.
Jun 3, 2019 8:59 pm
Krav immediately leans against the wall near the door frame, where his is hopefully out of sight. Looking down at Shiloh he says in a quiet voice, Veladim zeh shemaKHAH!

Shiloh looks up at Krav, and then takes a step forward, leaving behind a perfect duplicate of himself. Then both Shilohs step forward again, and leave another set of duplicates of themselves. Then the Shiloh duplicates suddenly burst forward, and with every step the number of rats keep growing and growing until a squirming, roiling mass of hundreds of rats explode out of the doorway of the building, flashing their teeth menacingly, claws scratching at everything in their path, as if overcome by desperate and overwhelming hunger!

As the mass of creatures pours out into the open area, Krav yells out "GET INSIDE!"
Jun 3, 2019 9:19 pm
Yelnar chugs the Enlarge Person potion, and starts to say "Surrender your....

Then he notices the swarm of rats heading his way.

Aaaah! The rodent tide has found me!

Giant Yelnar then starts running away from the rats.
OOC:
Yelnar moves closer to Jacinda
Jun 4, 2019 4:29 pm
Not much has been able to break through Jacira's single-minded purpose of reaching Ember, but a sudden wave of skittering, squeaking rodents does the trick. They surround her, climbing up her legs and blanket her in furry, gnawing terror.

She shrieks, dropping her mace as she tries vainly to bat the animals away. But for everyone she dislodges, it takes a bit of flesh with it, and another just arrives to take its place. Before long, she's crumpling to the ground, the fight slowly leaving her body until she lies motionless on the ground.

The guards turn, lowering their weapons as they stare in horror at what's just happened to their leader. "Forget this," says one, his voice nearly over the edge of panic. "I'm not sticking around for this!" He runs off, in as opposite a direction of the rats and the citadel both as he can find. His companion, walking away backward, eyes wide, turns and follows suit. Soon, they're both gone.
Jun 4, 2019 4:44 pm
..............Krav?
Jun 4, 2019 6:09 pm
Krav sheathes his scimitar, replaces his shield onto his back, and solemnly steps into the doorway doorway. As he does, the rats all begin to disperse into the surrounding foliage, until there is only one remaining. Shiloh runs back to Krav, climbs up his leg, and tucks himself back into the collar/lapel area of his armor.

Krav looks down at what little remains of Jacira. We should go. Those guards are surely going to report what they've seen, he says with a somber look on his face. It's hard to determine if he's saddened by or indifferent to the carnage that just happened. After a moment of silence he turns away and steps back into the building.
Jun 4, 2019 6:20 pm
Ember steps to Jacira's body, more questions now than answers.

But what about the others? And do they have Yelnar's mom? And what were they going to do to me? And how can you do that?
Last edited June 4, 2019 6:21 pm

Rolls

Search the bodies (and blondie) +0 - (1d20)

(2) = 2

Jun 4, 2019 7:08 pm
The blonde guard has almost nothing of value on him. The shortsword's decent enough, but his leather armor is patchwork at best. He carries in one pocket a small, faded portrait (equivalent to a wallet-sized photograph) of a young woman, probably a couple years younger than he is. The facial features suggest that it must have been his sister. You know that these sorts of portraits were easy enough to come by in pre-War years for people of middle class or higher status, produced by magic.

Jacira carries nothing of value you can find. Her mace is nearby where she dropped it, but even her armor and clothing have suffered the ill effects of the rat swarm. Her eyes have returned to their normal color, if you check that. She seems oddly at peace, even for the unpleasant manner of her demise.
Jun 5, 2019 12:05 pm
With the immediate threat ended, Yelnar's thoughts turn to his mother.

"I guess we better go do some more distracting."

He heads back towards the keep, looking to distract more folks.
Jun 5, 2019 2:35 pm
Krav momentarily steps back out of the building and begins to follow Yelnar. Yes, sorry about that. I underestimated Shiloh's voracity, I expected that to take much longer.

He glances down again once more at the remains of Jacira. Anything of significance Ember?
Jun 5, 2019 2:48 pm
I.....can't see anything other than weapons.

Pretty, isn't it?
Shut up.


She's clearly bothered that she hasn't found any answers.

Are you sure, Yelnar? Maybe they're going back? We could loop around through the tunnels to try to catch them. I think the people out front will recognize us now.
Jun 5, 2019 11:45 pm
"They might recognise us, but I think with that one gone they’ll have no spine and probably just watch us from behind the walls so that they’re not watching back in the keep.

Yelnar points to what’s left of Jacinda as he says that one.
OOC:
Until he gets some sort of confirmation that infiltration team has finished the mission, he’ll keep trying to distract, as that’s the only way he’s got of helping Mum right now
Jun 6, 2019 5:15 pm
As the distraction group talks about their next move, they notice that Jacira's body is beginning to decompose. Not rot, but dry out. You can watch the process unfold right in front of you. Her cheeks grown sunken, her hair becomes brittle and crumbles away, the rest of her body beneath her clothing starts to shrink. At the pace it's going, you'd guess that if you want to do any sort of investigation on her remains, you have maybe a minute at most before she turns to dust completely.
Jun 6, 2019 5:19 pm
Ember drops to her knees and desperately tries to figure out what the hell is going on.

These freaks are using magic to fight magic......

Rolls

Perception +1 now yay - (1d20+1)

(3) + 1 = 4

Knowledge (Arcana) +5 maybe? - (1d20+5)

(14) + 5 = 19

Jun 6, 2019 5:50 pm
Ember gets a sense that whatever magic or process gave Jacira the ability to sense the use of magic drew significantly on her life force. Now that she's dead, whatever transformation it induced in her seems to be sucking the remains of her body dry. It might explain the itching sensation she complained of, as though it was a constant fight to keep it from consuming her alive.

As Ember watches, Jacira's skin begins to crumble. There is little time left to study her.
OOC:
Going to offer the others an opportunity to do something as well. Just in case. :)
Jun 6, 2019 5:55 pm
Interesting.

Krav makes a mental note of the apparent hypocrisy, and also tries to figure out what the hell is going on.
OOC:
I'm assuming my knowledges dont apply, but rolling anway!

Rolls

Knowledge Nature - (1d20+4)

(5) + 4 = 9

Knowledge Geography - (1d20+3)

(10) + 3 = 13

Jun 6, 2019 6:00 pm
Ember steps back, appalled, making room for Krav.

It was a shell. They used her body as a shell. So hell-bent on finding mages that they were willing to burn her, too.

Her face falls.

Yelnar.....we need to get back to the tunnels. I don't have a good feeling about your mom....

She doesn't move yet, however.
[ +- ] staring
Jun 6, 2019 10:17 pm
Yelnar looks at what’s happening with rising horror. When Ember talks about his Mother, it hits him like a lightning bolt. He nods, unable to speak, and runs towards whichever tunnel entrance allows him to get back faster.
Jun 7, 2019 4:36 am
OOC:
Locking this thread to return to the main chapter thread.

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