"Its uh, the royal 'We'. Because we are our own king now or something. Yeah sounds legit."
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"Right, you ask a random hobo to help you save the town and I'm the idiot. I'll just go get my hobo shank and start stabbing necks. How rude of them, interrupting my chat with the nice kitty god..."
Stand up, brush ourselves off, and look for someone who is injured. They can explain what is going on while we dance-heal them.
We can figure out what's going on later. People need help now.
Spring to our feet. Drop the crazy act for once. "My methods are unorthodox sir, but I've some talent in the closing of wounds. Have we any injured in the building?"
+1 Dance out healing dance!
+1
You jump off the plinth.
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Right, you ask a random hobo to help you save the town and I'm the idiot. I'll just go get my hobo shank and start stabbing necks. How rude of them, interrupting my chat with the nice kitty god... My methods are unorthodox sir, but I've some talent in the closing of wounds. Have we any injured in the building?"
The Man shakes his head as his hands fidget, seemingly without him noticing.
“No! They aren’t here yet, you ne-‘
Outside, clearly visible through the wide open doors, a vast, dark shape begins to form on the horizon beyond the distant rooftops, twisting, splitting, merging, swarming. Someone screams. For just a moment, he freezes up, a look pf pure terror in his eyes. He turns to you, white as a sheet, and grabs you by the shoulder, dragging you out of the builsing, into the small courtyard, and through it into the larger one with the shrines and the twin stone buildings, to a group of three Greencloaks carrying massive longbows and intricately detailed arrows. The courtyard has about five people piloting massive kites; whenever one stabilizes in the air, it starts producing a high-pitched whistling. As you catch looks over the tall buildings, you spot more kites, in every direction, high above the city, in constant whistling chorus. The vast black shape beyond them is getting bigger.
The Man regains the use of his tongue finally, to the relief of the anxious Greencloaks, and starts spluttering out words.
‘She’s a healer I think I don’t know please gods help me...’
The Greencloaks make audible thinking sounds for an instant before one speaks.
‘If you can heal people, stick here or head down to the Arch at the Market Square, then brace for impact. Can you do that? If you can’t, then grap a kite, we need all hands working on this, and we need it now!’
The wind is strong, the ground is wet, and the air is cold. You feel groggy after waking up, but you’ve felt worse.
Cloth bag
Metal knife
Kight metal pot
Metal lantern
Firelighter
Fistful of root vegetables: (x1.8 )
Waterskin: Mouthful of water (x10)
Smaller bag: Fistful of flour (x4)
Salt box: Pinch of salt (x?)
Bedroll
Plate
Half-penny of Silver (x1)
Key to a bedroom at the Brass Lantern (x1)
Dancing method
Minor Telekenesis
Healing
