Saviours, the game!

[kpjam]

Arkanel turned his attention to Rakham and frowned.  "I wish I could say with any certainty what you will face.  The knowledge of the old world is fragmented and unclear.  The magic and staff I used to speak with you and call you hear are but a part of what may be possible to him.  It speaks of feats beyond my imagination and wars of soldiers that are uncountable.  If he has access to a small part of this knowledge;  But you aren't interested in my fears."

[Trunkyboy]

Rackham agreed with the elf humanoid.  "White?  White is commonly worn by those who dislike fighting," he spit at the ground.

"And bloodstains are hard to wash away from white clothes," he grumbles quietly so only those with exceptional hearing or standing near him could make it out.

[kpjam]

O'karn lifted up the robe, he noticed it had the prequisite holes for his arms and a hood.  He also noted it looked to be big enough to fit him.

[kpjam]

Arael doubled over nauseated as her mind became clouded. She lost focus as she fell to a knee before the feelings subsided.

[kpjam]

Rakham, felt an intense headache as he spoke.  His sentence after spitting, came out as unintelligible blather to all around him.

[kpjam]

Lafiel, who had picked up her pile, looked first at Arael, and then disapprovingly at Rakham before moving on and handing a robe to Drall.

[thepanda]

"Wha... What just happened?" Arael queried. That was a first.

[Dracos]

O'karn grunted and slipped the robe over his head.  Letting it fall down over him he slipped his arms out of the holes and checked his range of motion.

Fearless Leader

[kpjam]

Akranel looked to Drall.

"Your wearing it is up to you.  It is mearely offered as a convienince to help you blend in should you need to avail yourselves of anything in the town."

He turned to Arael, "Are you okay?"

[kpjam]

O'karn found the robe to be a bit on the large side.  It didn't effect his range of motion noticeably, although it did stretch all the way to his heels.

[Trunkyboy]

Rackham grasped his head with one head, grunting with pain.  He then proceeded to snarl and hold his scythe tighter, eyes frantically darting all around.

"What was that," he barely managed out.

[Jeram]

Drall grumbled.  "Oh, very well.  I will wear it.  But I will not promise to like it."  He traced a finger down his cloak and grimaced.   He glanced up in confusion at Rackham's behavior.  "What in the world is the matter with you?"

[thepanda]

Deciding nothing else could be gained standing around she joined the giant bone-covered man along side the mage. She took a drink of the water, not really thirsty but no wanting to offend.

[Trunkyboy]

Ignoring the mage's anger, Rackham gingerly took the white robe and opened it, trying to gauge if it would fit over his clothes, armor, cloak, and if it would, by any chance, help conceal his scythe if need be.

"Thanks, I suppose," he mutters quietly.

[Figment]

Catching the sack, Devon glanced inside at the contents before slipping it into a pocket and turning his attention back to the others.

Waiting for Lafiel to come around and hand him a robe, he walked over to Arkanel and asked him softly, "Do you know if Zaphiel is receiving any sort of extra-dimensional aide? This sounds like the modus operandi of several entities I can think of."