Café de Nuit

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LouisVendredi wrote: "Stay near me, boy" he says quietly as he trains his ears for the sound of enemies.

George will be terrified to hear the sound clicking metal not from the scene of battle, but awfully near to him somewhere in the thick cornfield next to the road...

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And the foggy cloud fades...

Two dead dogs lie there, and Yellow Eyes blood-stained cloak... But of him, no track...

Brethana looks at everyone, making sure everyone is ok, and as Yellow Eyes cloak is bloodstained, looks on the ground for a trail of blood.

George puts himself between the boy and the sound of metal, then pulls out his dagger to defend the boy.

LouisVendredi wrote:George puts himself between the boy and the sound of metal, then pulls out his dagger to defend the boy.

And the sound seems to wander away, deeper into the fields...

tarlyn st-denfer wrote:Brethana looks at everyone, making sure everyone is ok, and as Yellow Eyes cloak is bloodstained, looks on the ground for a trail of blood.

No blood trail...

As if waking from a very bad dream, Jarryd open his eyes just to find himself inside something that apears to be a barn.

His head aches and spins at the same time. Seems like he has been drinking Tuika all night.

He struggles to stand up, and the headache just gets worse.

Where am I? My scimitar is still in my scabbard.... knife ok, oh and both hands and legs are still there.

Looking arround he recalls a group of adventurers, he recalls a satyr... and mists.... Suddenly he hears a struggle outside. Who is fighting and where is the group that it was with me??

He rushes outside the barn, half curious to know what or who is fighting outside..

Roland curses absent-mindedly as he alights in the middle of the roadway; his shirt and hair are both slightly singed. Stalking into the cornfield, he emerges with his burnt waistcoat and cravat in his hands. Swearing again, he sets off toward the stable.

Brethana then looks for footprints or disturbed corn stalks to follow Yellow Eyes,,,,

And while you others are distracted by other things for a moment...



Suddenly, one of the supposedly dead dogs jumps up, and, transforming into a horrible twisted mixed form of beast and man, plunges on Roland's back, burying his long fangs deep in the magician's left shoulder, and throwing the Dark Brother down!

[5 DAM + you know what being bitten by a lycan might mean...]

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Brethana swings at the beast 4+14=18

Shana launches the illusionary dog at the new attacker, trying to distract it, while adding a curving pair of rebukes herself... two daggers of shimmering light flying unerringly towards it and slamming into its side


[Magic Missile once more!]

George rushes up to the man-wolf and stabs at it with his dagger.

[Attack: Roll = 11 + 3 (1 base + 2 strength) = 14]

Howls from dogs come from somewhere in front of Jarryd. But the surroundings make wird tricks with the sounds, so the howls migh as well come from enywhere.

Jarryd stops running and focuses. Where are you people???

Rafael wrote: magician's left shoulder, and throwing the Dark Brother down!

[5 DAM + you know what being bitten by a lycan might mean...]

OOC: A-ooohhh! Werewolves of London. A-ooohhh!

IC: Roland screams as the beast's jaws close on him, and writhes on the ground beneath it as it bears him to the ground. He gasps out a few words in some arcane tongue*, and suddenly the beast is grappling with--nothing--merely a fog which flows away from him, but which, strangely, does not disperse as it travels to the edge of the cornfield...

*gaseous form DC should be 23, I think? Allow me to step out for a moment and consult my random die-rolling computer friend...

http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=678366

31! Wow. I might actually have made it. Note that I'm not quite sure what Roland's Concentration modifier is, but I think it's +12 (+11 ranks, +1 Con). The continuation of the post assumes success, of course.