[Game Thread] Piercing the Veil

[vengenceismyname]

Welcome to Piercing the Veil

[vengenceismyname]

Tonight you chose to take shelter at The Sleeping Dragon Inn. Located within the center of the city, The Sleeping Dragon is a nice, quaint three-story structure. Cozy and heartwarming by design, the inn’s interior was made with the idea of making it’s guests feel like they were at home. The innkeeper, Harold Mars, is a kind but superstitious man, yet despite his own fears he does not turn anyone away this night, for the kind old soul wants nothing more than to give people that are without a place to stay someplace where they can be safe. Tonight he charges nothing of those he takes in and encourages everyone to stay within the safety of their rooms, at least until morning. Harold makes everyone aware that he has taken precautions to help secure the inn, in case something happens.

Unfortunately, things do not always work out the way one hopes, and something sinister wakes you in the night…

[Battlechaser]

Sleeping fitfully Pavel jumped out of bed as he heard the scream. "What? Where?"As he tried to find the origin of the cries, he instinctively strung his bow and slung his quiver over his shoulder. Looking out of the window he spotted some strange shadows. "There." Pavel jumped out of the two stories-high window and his feet hit the ground running. An arrow nocked he swiftly closed the distance and found...

Mist. "Where did that come from?" Pavel thought. Barely able to see ten feet ahead and slightly worried about the red glow, Pavel tried to pinpoint the origin of the cry. Hearing soft footfalls he followed swiftly, only to be stopped in his tracks by a whispered "Come child." "Barran. No it can't be. I left him in Heliogabalus." Surprised and very wary Pavel kept the arrow knocked and aimed it at the point of origin of the voice. "Master?"

[MalchiorTheForgotten]

[Morathor]

Elcia hurried down the stairs and out the door, but when she stepped outside she almost came to a halt. The scent of rot that accompanied this strange mist was overpowering; she felt as though she had run face-first into a wall. And I forgot my cloak... She would have liked to pull the hem of her hood over her mouth and nose so she wouldn't have to take in this scent. Instead, she pressed her left forearm against her face. The smell of sweat, dirt, and old leather might have bothered some, but Elcia found it almost comforting. Certainly it was better than the smell of decay that permeated the air.
As she stepped into the night, she heard a strange skittering. It didn't sound like a large creature, but Elcia had known small creatures to be surprisingly dangerous. She drew her sword and pressed forward cautiously, peering into the fog. However, when she heard Arkos' voice, that caution vanished, and she ran towards the sound. As his calls continue, she conjectures from the direction and distance that he is near the marketplace. She does not know Darromar terribly well, rarely spending more than a few days at a time in the city, but the marketplace is familiar to her, and she makes her way there with a little more confidence.

[vengenceismyname]

[Battlechaser]

"Sensei? Is that Sense motive

Dice Roll:

1d20+10

(16)+10

Total = 26

really you?" Pavel asked, doubt creeping in his voice. He continued to follow the shadow, keeping an eye on his surroundings -as far as possible in the dismal weather that is.

[pianoman90]

Sleeping soundly at first, Cernan awoke to the sound of screams. At first he thought it was coming from his own mouth-such was the power and fear he had felt from his terrible nightmare. He knew he should go out to investigate the scream, he was a cleric, strong and dependable after all, yet something held him back. The images of the nightmare still flashe before his eyes like a slide show, flickering from fierce warriors with the white cloud on blue background symbol of Akadi emblazoned on their chests, to the total horror and destruction they left in their path, and Cernan's complete inability to deal with the situation, until finally he sees his parents on the ground, sprawled awkwardly in front of him. It was the single most horrible dream Cernan had ever had, and one that he had had many times before. "Why now..." He had just begun to forget the last failed attempt to track down his killers, and this dream reignited all the resentment and disgust at failing again. He tried to push it all from his mind, with little success.

Slowly getting up, Cernan tried to pinpoint where the scream came from. Slowly moving out of his room, he headed to where he thought the sound came from to investigate more.

ooc apologies but I am on my phone and will be for a few days-codes are hard, but hopefully I get them all right (url code is the hardest..) http://rpgcrossing.com/showthread.ph...65#post5344565

[MalchiorTheForgotten]

[Djxyz2]

Krunch leans to his side and grabs a hold of his Maulaxe and with his other hand he grabs his shield. He walks up slowly to the window and tries to gaze out but the damp fog covers too much. He takes a couple of steps towards the door and presses his ear against it but hears nothing. "Window, door, window, door, hmmm this is gonna be a tough one." He takes a few steps back and charges through the door.

[Morathor]

As Elcia hurried through the city streets, the skittering noise faded away into the distance. While this was a relief at first, as she moved farther away from the butchers' home, she began to worry about Roshan and Calyss. What if she had left them in danger? She was on the verge of turning back when Arkos' calls stopped. Fear washed all other thoughts away and she quickened her pace, calling out to her friend. "Arkos! Can you hear me?"

[Zoycitenega]

[Djxyz2]

As the screaming goes on Krunch has flashbacks to the monster that killed his father, the millions of sharp teeth, the body of pure darkness, the blood red eyes staring into him as it took a final crunch out of Father Bishop as Krunch walks towards the noise he wonders where exactly he is.
*Perception Check*

[Allu]

[vengenceismyname]