Where hope dies (Afina, Surarruthru, Calleigh)

[Anastasia]

In the alley and coming your way. If you could construct a wall that matches the black on black look here, possibly. Do you have ranks in anything relevant to discern this, like K:A&E?

[Iron Dragoon]

I've got a couple options that'd work. I have Phase Door (myself plus one, let us go through a wall or the ground via invisible portal), Veil (make us all wraiths or skeletons, +10 to the check), and Shadow Walk (thought that's only myself and one other).

[Anastasia]

Also people, it's worth noting that you're in a zone of magical silence. That's going to stop spells with verbal components.

[Yuthirin]

If you wanna give Veil a try, Iddy, you can. I was gonna Bend Reality to insta-create a wall and live the 50% power failure for an hour. If you've got a better option, we can go with that.

[Iron Dragoon]

I'll give it a whirl.

Surraruthru motions for the others to hold for a moment and begins casting an illusion on the group!

Casting Veil on the group, making everyone look like Skeletons, in the same vein as we saw at the pool. DC is 28, CL is 26. Duration is 26 hours, max with concentration.

[Anastasia]

A silent illusion falls over the party, cloaking them in illusion magic. They now resemble little more than more of the dead here, stripped of skin and all life.

[Ebiris]

Seeing what Surraruthru is doing Afina aborts her plan to fly onto the roof of a neighbouring structure  (people think so two dimensionally if they weren't born with wings) and instead acts the mindless undead shambling silently onwards. Just have to brazen it out!

[Anastasia]

Sylvie immediately hunches slightly and adapts an empty-eyed gaze. The Master merely stands there, while Tannin silently opens his mouth as if to groan, but nothing comes out. Like this, the party waits for the wraiths and man emerge. The two get barely a second glance, though the man says in Abyssal, "More trash." He goes the next street over and into the building with the pig on it.

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh gives the dragon a big skeletal double-thumbs up as soon as the group is gone.

[Ebiris]

Nodding in approval of Surraruthru's quick thinking, Afina presses onwards now that the threat is passed. She'll still pay heed to stealth but the disguise is a good backup if it becomes necessary. No need to push their luck though.

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100-5
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d100-5 --> [ 1d100=77 ]{72}

A few more dark, empty streets. You go through another alley - and end up walking out of a wall. Huh? Turning back, you see the way that you came is a black wall. You are in an alley barely wide enough for any of you to pass. Black, featureless buildings pen you in on all sides, no doors or differing patches of black to suggest entryways. It goes on ahead to a single, impossibly tall and thin tower. The tower is so thin that you doubt anyone could stand within its bounds, yet a shadowed archway invites one into it.

[Ebiris]

Dead end. That's likely some awful lich's laboratory and they've no need to go looking for trouble so Afina gestures for everyone to go back and pick another path, assuming the wall they came through is an illusion and not some one-way trick wall.

[Iron Dragoon]

Lunch post. I plan to maintain the Veil spell as long as it's useful. Note: I have the Swift Concentration skill trick if a check is needed. I also have Conceal Spellcasting trick for future reference.

[Anastasia]

The wall's solid, which makes Sylvie scowl. She floats a few inches off the group and points up. Above is open blackness after the buildings, and after the party looks, she just waits, as if expecting a decision.

The Master rubs his chin and shakes his head, gesturing at the wall with his fist, as if striking it.

This makes Tannin quickly waves his hands and point to his ear, then he pantomimes climbing and then flying in the air instead.

[Ebiris]

Up sounds good to Afina, nodding in support of Tannin's miming skills before she ascends upwards. It's too exposed to travel entirely via rooftop but they can at least get out of this dead end.