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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 16, 2015 11:27:36 GMT
Marisa explained what the man had been telling her as the trio walked. The tree had almost closed over him again by the time they left. Strangely, given all that he'd said, she no longer felt as bad about that.
"Seems to know an awful lot about us, don't you think?" She concluded.
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 16, 2015 11:32:51 GMT
"Like those wraiths in the forest. Who knows what powers things have here."
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 16, 2015 11:34:31 GMT
"Home team advantage," muttered Allbrass, "That's the trouble with... pocket planes... like this. You can never be sure of the ground rules."
He trudged through the snow, slightly ahead of the others, scanning for movement and trouble. Seeing mainly snow.
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 16, 2015 12:02:59 GMT
"I suppose it's better to deal with them on their home turf then on ours. Too many innocent people around in ours." She thought of teh theatre troupe, and the caretaker's dog. If they had gotten past that building, the whole of the city would be endagered.
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 17, 2015 7:26:50 GMT
Allbrass nodded agreement. "We'll have to close any doors we find." he picked up the pace, "This started out as investigating a death, it may end up being a rescue mission - for our reality."
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 17, 2015 8:49:28 GMT
"There's at least two. The wardrobe, and whatever the hell the officer came out of." Who knew how many more?
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 17, 2015 8:52:25 GMT
"Best we don't fail then."
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Post by That which is written on Jun 17, 2015 10:19:40 GMT
The Raven returned to its master, who was sitting sprawled and irregular in the branches of a tree. His hair was dark, his skin swarthy, his eyes entirely white with a pearly cast over them. As the Raven landed on his shoulder his eyes closed and then opened again, the normal clear eyes of a man.
Memories of flight and conversation flowed through him like the pain of a wound
The Raven recalled symbols far better than the world around it at times.
An old lion.
A talking cat.
A witch.
Gur Aryeh, who was not an old lion, stirred and tried to recall the use of his limbs and not wings.
They were coming. And they did not know the danger they were in.
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Post by Supporting Cast on Jun 17, 2015 10:42:05 GMT
Just to the north of the three travellers there was movement. The snow moved as though the wind was gouging southward through it in long distinct gusts, parallel to each other, as though huge invisible fingers were raking through it, casting up flurries, gouging up snow to either side. In the flurries and in the mist cast up, there were shapes.. shapes visible only by their outlining in the snow and the frost in the air... WOLVES! Huge and snarling, and barely visible, spirit creatures with cold grey eyes and hunger in their every aspect... a dozen or more... closing in on the travellers in unnatural silence.
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 20, 2015 22:07:41 GMT
"Look out!" Allbrass yelled seeing he creatures approaching at speed. He had his wand out and ready to fight, firing a stunning spell of red energy into the nearest wolf.
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 20, 2015 22:37:45 GMT
She wheeled around, wand raising up and firing an impediment jinx at the nearest moving target even before she had had the time to register what it was.
She walked backwards as she faced them.
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 20, 2015 22:39:18 GMT
Marisa went with impedimenta, followed by a body bind hex.
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 20, 2015 22:51:51 GMT
The spells all struck the wolves and took effect - stunning or binding or impeding as appropriate and those wolves fell behind as the next wave of them overtook their frontrunners and leaped. One flew at Hugo's throat and fell to the snow confused, as his Sidestep charm meant that he was a step or two to one side of where he appeared to be. He blasted a Pugnus into the back of the wolf's head and then whirled to face the next onrushing beast
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 20, 2015 22:59:28 GMT
She ducked in time but was thrown off her feet by a glancing impact with the wolf coming at her. Rolling in the snow, she aimed a cutting spell at the wolf's neck as it was still recovering from it's own charge.
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 21, 2015 9:15:14 GMT
Marisa rolled to the side to avoid impact. She was up again a moment later and aiming a stunning spell at the creature, visible only by the snow stuck to it.
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