0: Turner quiet evening disturbed

Mar 28, 2021 10:19 am
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Turner was enjoying a quiet evening with a good book in his loft apartment. Out of the corner of his eye, outside his window, he could see orange and green light reflecting on chimnies and rooftops. It was properly someone playing around with illusions again. Nothing to worrie about.
Thumbing on the roof and the accompaniment of screeches, on the other hand. As he looks up, a roof tile shatters, and a slipper with brown-skinned food breaks through. The person at the end of the food struggles to get the foot free, but it seems stuck.

Plaster, dust, and debris rains down on Turner, while flashes of green and violent screeches can be heard from above.
OOC:
In CherokeeWind character pitch, she named her character "Turner". I'm still waiting for her character to be submitted, but the image I found, told this story, that Turner can react to.
Mar 29, 2021 5:08 am
Unrolling a scroll, Turner placed quill to parchment marking off two more items Wizard Harper had commissioned her to collect. Most of the mundane spell components were already wrapped and stored inside the bag of holding propped up against the leg of the slightly battered wooden desk. Now tomorrow, tomorrow held promise of tracking down the lichen spores release under a Blue moon. Maybe not exactly rare...but definitely not common either and one item closer to going home. Not that she minded these errands but they weren't the Tower.

No matter what city Turner stayed, she always picked the highest room she could find. Being able to view all while at the same time personally above the fray was a familiar comforting feeling. So the current room was by no means in the posh area of town but it was clean and had a view.

Picking up Illustrations of Gnomish Machinary, Turner planned to follow the turn of gears and directions of pulleys until sleep would overtake her. Passing the window, it barely registered that some colorfully illusions were being cast outside her window as she was transported back in time with her current reading choice. Although it was the crazy gnome who had actually fired upon her that made the larger impression on Turner than the rideable twirling crossbow. Of course, she had to chuckle remembering how a can trip turned the gnome's chair red as Turner threatened to make it explode. That gnome had hopped off holding her posterior thinking it was on fire all the way to the riv...What!?! The whole ceiling was caving in, Turner sucked throwing her arms over her head. After the initial shock, Turner realized it wasn't the whole roof that was falling but definitely a hole made by a foot. Someone was on the roof! Twist, go see who is up there! Turner unlatched the window to allow her familiar, an owl, to see what was happening. Obviously she had not gone high enough as she was definitely not out of the fray!
Mar 29, 2021 5:25 am
Through the owl's eyes, Tanner can see a dark-skinned woman fighting some sort of flying beasts. (see image). Her facial features suggest human, but the tell-tail ears are hidden.
Mar 30, 2021 6:43 am
Turner didn't like to reach conclusions without proper investigation and analysis of collected data. But the skirmish currently raging above her head didn't lend itself to such an inquiry. At the risk of wrongly interpreting the events happening above, Turner decided to intervene on behalf of the humanoid. Say what you will but not only did the flying creatures outnumber the female but if evil had a look then the trio had certainly fully outfitted themselves from that shop. However, running across rooftops only played to their strength. Limiting maneuverability and the number that could attack at one time seemed like a top priority. Sending a Message to the female, Come! You have a friend. Follow the owl and I will cover! Turner prepared to shoot a Magic Missle ready to dissuade any creature that thought to attack as the vulnerability of the woman was exposed if she tried to enter the apartment through the open window.
Mar 30, 2021 6:58 am
Turner gets a whispered answer back My foot is stuck. Can't move. A crimson drop falls from the roof. She is bleeding.

Magic missile behind small guided bolts of force, could with the help of the shared owl-vision, find their targets if Turner would try to experiment with this different mode of casting the spell. He could launch the spell from his window and hit the flying beasts on his roof. As he opens his window, a beast falls past, a hole in its center mass.
The woman is holding her own, but there are at least 3 more out there.
Mar 31, 2021 6:20 pm
Turner heard the light patterning of blood droplets as they tapped out a stucco burst as the crimson liquid splattered on the wooden planks missing the braided area rug by inches.

The blood should actually help lubricate your foot making extraction easier. Try slipping your foot out of your shoe!

Sliding into Twist perspective always had the feeling of experiencing a hallucinatory effect. Turner's extensive education had included experiencing with the effects of the less savory species of mushrooms with a bent toward certain mind altering properties. But still in control of her faculties, the wizard used the owl's vantage point as a focal point for her magic to cast one Magic missile at each creature. Let the flying beast wonder where this new attack originated, hopefully distracting them from the trapped one.

Rolls

Magic Missile - (1d4+1)

(1) + 1 = 2

Magic Missile - (1d4+1)

(2) + 1 = 3

Magic Missile - (1d4+1)

(3) + 1 = 4

Mar 31, 2021 6:44 pm
Turner sends the tree bolts out into the evening. The first two hits right away, but the third misses, and have to make a big turn back and hit the beast. The beasts flee the scene as they are now facing a greater thread.

Without the pressure of the flying beasts, the woman can take her time to loosen her foot. After a while, she is sitting in Turners chair applying a bandage to her foot.
Thank you very much. You seem to be a mage of some power. Perfect

Without warning, she tosses a powder at Turners face. It has an immediate effect of draining all her strength. She feels himself slumping to the floor, where she sees the reflection of another green flash, and then she feels this connection to her familiar being cut. Her familiar slips back into astral space, while he slips into darkness.


End of prolog. Start the first chapter
OOC:
Edit gender pronoun

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