Nothing out of the Ordinary

[Brian]

Code Select Expand

<Chibi-Suu> them bones was tossed for Faceless ... : 3d6 --> {10}

Bjorn's senses all focus on the minutest of details, timing the closing of the door, and seeing the way that the second step from the ground flexes under someone's weight.  After that, the first footstep -- barely visible underneath the maze of footsteps laid down before -- shows up on the mud and straw cover across the ground.

[Dracos]

Dracos blinks, glancing at Bjorn.

Dracos

[Bjorn]

"Let's walk this way, shall we, Lord and Sir?" Bjorn says, lightly, but with just a note of iron in his voice.  Without waiting for a response, he starts strolling off, never taking his eyes off the suddenly appearing footprints.

[Brian]

If someone's still standing there, they aren't moving anymore.

[Dracos]

"Certainly." Dracos picks up on the tone, continuing to look around with his detect vision and bringing in his night vision as well as he tries to figure out what caught bjorn's attention.

Dracos

[Bjorn]

Bjorn walks towards the last location , trying not to further obscure the tracks.  When he reaches their terminus, he deliberately, without changing his pace, steps through the exact location that the person would be standing, if they were still there.

[Brian]

Code Select Expand

<Chibi-Suu> them bones was tossed for Dracos ... : for delayed perception ;_; --> {10}
<Faceless> Okay.  +4 to OCV, +2 to DC (I assume this is what I need to maintain a grab once I've established it)
<Faceless> roll 3d6
<Chibi-Suu> them bones was tossed for Faceless ... : {15}

Phil sees, just before Bjorn runs into it, a glowing, roughly humanoid figure that's wavering quite a bit.  From the color of the threads, it's probably supposed to be invisible.

Bjorn then walks into it, attempts to grapple, and instead knocks someone to the ground, leaving a somewhat dazed looking Lindsey glaring up at him.

[Dracos]

"Well...This is certainly...an interesting place to meet."  Dracos eyes Lindsey, ready to move if she tries anything.  "Who are you and what are you doing?"

Dracos

[Bjorn]

Bjorn stares down at Lindsey coldly for a second, and then shakes his head.  Without saying a word, he offers a hand to help her up.

[Brian]

"So much for subtlety," she says, acepting your offer and climbing to her feet.  In a whisper, she asks, "Can these people be trusted?"

[Bjorn]

"Mistress Lindsey," Bjorn says, formally, "this is Lord Bloom, King of the storm-riders, and Sir Shuker, one of his generals.  Lord Bloom, Sir Shuker, this is Mistress Lindsey, Priestess of Aestock."

As he says this, he watches Lindsey's face carefully, looking for any particular sign of recognition -- to find out whether she knows, from Liandral or other sources, who they really are.

[Brian]

She blink a few times, and then nods.  "Ah.  Liandral told me of you."  She bows.  "Pleased to make your aquantinces, Lord Bloom, Sir Shuker."

[Dracos]

"Ah...Similar pleasure, though...I'm a touch curious as to why a priestess of Aestock is sneaking around in the night."

Dracos

[Brian]

"Sometimes she likes to explore, free of constraints," she says.  After she pauses, she eyes Phil out of the corner and says, "My guards are over-protective.  It's a veritable ... workshop ... in there."

[Dracos]

Dracos nods, eying Bjorn.  "Well, I guess we could overlook this a bit.  Care to...walk with us a second?"

Dracos