UPSTAIRS-
However, the wisdom check for Ethereal Empathy is very satisfying this time: 22! Critical success with a natural twenty!
All around Pheobe's room Harold sees fire, then darkness, but the fire does not burn ...slowly the fire flickers and the darkness flashes with light. As it clears into another scene, Harold's nose is choked with the smell of burning wood, whiskey, and cigar smoke. Slowly he feels his throat tighten as a terrible pressure grasps his neck while his tonguefeels coated with dirt. You feel excitement, lust, fear, and pain. It is overwhelming-
they mingle into rage.
"Enough of this, spirit!" he hisses. "Enough! Miss Phoebe could not have done anything to you -- if you have words to say, some message to impart, then talk to me! Whatever you want, you can not get it unless you focus! Concentrate, damn you, and impart some message I can understand! I could help you!"
As Harold says this, his breath becomes visible to him as the room simultaneously becomes hot and cold-like standing too close to a campfire in a blizzard.
(1)
Behind Harold the door to Pheobe's room slams shut, the sound instinctively causing Harold to turn towards it. As he looks back, standing in front of the door is a small boy, about five years of age. His brown hair looks matted and dirty. Suddenly his face twists up in a scowl and his mouth stretches unnaturally long, his chin reaching nearly to his navel. The flesh on his face begins to roll and bubble and his neck becomes a kaleidoscope of black and blue. His eyes turn to milk and roll down his cheeks. His bloated tongue rolls lazily in his gaping maw.
(2)
(1) WILL save
(2) Initiative
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