arcanus wrote: ↑Mon Feb 21, 2011 9:43 pm
Curren wracked his brain, he had to admit that such things as Allied Spirits and the like were not his speciality, it hadn't felt like Nebs had resisted, more like he'd just slipped away.
It was then that the companions in unison looked up as a figure stepped around the remnants of the stone head, Nebs doffed his bowler hat and looked somewhat impatiently at the disbelieving faces.
He seemed more solid somehow, more substantial "Wazall gawpin az!" he growled before rather nonchalantly wandering back onto the track and off ahead of the companions.
Fitch sniffed the air eyeing Nebs more solid form speculatively, Curren stood mouth agasp as he realised that his sacrifice of power may have just worked. Drake frowned sensing something fundemental had changed.
GM wrote:Drake make a Arcana +Perception roll?
Fitch rallied himself, smoke drifted across the clearing, the smell of serpent blood hung upon the air and the Soldiers were once more reminded of their Quest and that they were in unfriendly territory, to emphasise this Fitch hurried past them "We must get to the circle of doors before night fall!" he rasped...
bloody hell!