((Small post before I sleep.))
((Sorry for missing an update.))
Campaign, Ike!
"Ooh."
Listen in more attentively, sounds like fun business is happening.
Alan, Authoritative Maverick
"Oh, this is the black jello skull thingy, isn't it? Damn thing. Licorice never leads to anything good!"
Make my way to the argument and ascertain the identity of the monster they're talking about. Hand out eggs (no specific species) if people seem to be agitated.
"If you would excuse me for a moment, I need to investigate those evil vegetables now." you say as you shove the man in front of you out of your way.
"... What?"
He seems too confused to be bothered by your behaviour.
Meanwhile, the argument continues, even as you approach it.
"-stand around and do nothing!""Look. I get it. We've all lost people. I've lost people too. But we need to remain logical. Without the priest, we have no other magic users around. Nobody who is qualified to-"
You attempt to cough to grab their attention, but you somehow manage to choke on your own spit and end up having a very long and awkward coughing fit. When it's over you straighten yourself up like nothing has happened and start questioning them.
"Right! What's all this then!" you ask with a British accent. It is important to maintain a disguise, in case news of who you are and what you look like have reached this place.
"Excuse me?""Who are you stranger?*
Hmmm... Alan will need a convincing alias. He looks at himself. Then at his hand. And then at himself again. And then he gets an idea.
"The name is Claus. Alan Claus."To demonstrate the truthfulness of his statement, he summons a tiny Fabergé egg
"You've been a very good boy this year. So this is for you." he adds as he hands over the egg to the older man with the shirt with the blocky shoulders. He just looks at it in confusion.
"Now, explain to me, what kind of jelly trouble are you suffering from?"They look confused on top of being shaken from the attack, but they indulge your questions nevertheless.
"There was something strange in the air, a general sense of unease. Then there was a scream. The priest was the first to die, struck down by a large shadow. But they didn't stop. The shadows kept coming."
"If you're a group of wizards, then you can help us defeat the monsters. Follow us and help us protect our homes!" the younger man holding a walking stick as a weapon replies.
There are murmurs of assent from many of the onlookers.
"No! Please strangers. You have to tell him that going in there is madness. This should be handled by people qualified to do this sort of thing. People like... you."
My abilities don't care about amount, only about distance. I said I want all of it up there so it all. is. going. up. there.
I mean, they used to not be affected by amount, but with the way the Entities broke everything...
By maintaining your performance you are able to keep sucking fire until there is no more left to take.
You can't help but feel a bit uneasy. Like someone is staring at you, watching you unseen. As if your little show of power has attracted the attention of something bad, something powerful.
Edit: Gah. I can't believe how many mistakes I had made. Hopefully it's a little better now.
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