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[Zane]

"You there!", a commanding voice floated out of the common room. "Will follow us for questioning. Move it."

Zuno hesitated at the door, decided discretion is the better part of valor, and stepped aside and into the shadows outside the door.

[Tom]

The Brother had been trained well, so the thought of bribery went left at the mental junction that parts "hostile acts" from "friendly acts", and he stepped up to the merchant with a look that would have sobered up anyone less drunk. A quick word over his shoulder and the second guard had shoved the drunkard aside so that Herox never had to let one of the suspects out of his eyes.

The third man had already gotten up, shivering and slumped over. Obviously, he was from the south and well aware of the terrible powers of the inquisition. Herox had judged him right, picking him solely because his example would make the others more afraid and less likely to act hostile. He would let him go once they reached the ship.


Back on the Flaming Dolphin, Inquisitor Lucious was almost done with his preparations. A full squad of Templars stood at his command, only slightly tired from the recent events, and ready for action. The time to march was soon. By his estimates, an hour from now, word of the inquisition being in town would have spread around to the heretics and they would act just as he had learnt to predict.

[loren]

Dynamis had walked for some time through the forest before he came upon the small hut that surprisingly had a simple lock. After calling out for some time with no response he again opened his book of spells and flipped through the pages, sure that he knew something which would assist him. "Aha!" he exclaimed. With a brief wave of his hand he urged the tumblers of the locks to click into place Nerol's Unlocking Cantrip. With a solid click, the door was unlocked. Carefully he stepped into the room to find a rough room that nobody should live in. A large pot hung over a bed of coals, and a skin of wine rested on a table. Unwilling to take any chances he rummaged through the book once more. There it was, just as he knew it would be. Casting Magickal Praegustator first on the skin of wine, and then again on the pot of some sort of grits or soup or something passably edible Magickal Praegustator. The book glowed as the spells filled the air with magick.

Famished and reasonably certain the food was now safe Dynamis quickly ate his meal before leaving the hut. If need be he would make a better dwelling than this!

[Nathan]

"Well... it was a nice try" Kalan thought, whilst his friend was laughing at the odd smell down there on the floor.

"Now... you seem, umm... honourable gentlemen..." Kalan wretched a little, the shock may have sobered him but the beer was still there, "mind if I... loo and stuff?"

Kalan turned to walk away to the wash room, hoping the other man they'd singled out had something up his sleeve - Kalan certainly didn't. Anything he could think of was ever so slightly drastic, mostly things that ended up with him dead one way or another: used as the guards' pin cushion, ripped apart by his own magic, that sort of drastic. Not the drastic he'd prefer.

[Tom]

The three inquisitor guards certainly didn't look as if they would let him relief himself, except maybe right where he stood, while they were watching. An ever so slight shake of the head made that even clearer.

Brother Herox now put on his friendly inquisition smile, the one so sharp you instinctively know the next escalation involves a blade: "You can move by yourself, or we will make you move. The choice is yours, but only if you make it quickly."

The first guard had left the bartender be and moved behind Kalan, blocking the rear exit while holding his distance from the heretic.

[loren]

Famished and reasonably certain the food was now safe Dynamis quickly ate his meal before leaving the hut. If need be he would make a better dwelling than this!

Dynamis walked for what seemed like days (really it was a few hours), at random times he would open his book and flip through the pages lost in thought. Upon rare occasions he would be struck with the sudden fancy to try his hand at some of the ancient spells.

Passing by a stand of four small saplings surrounding a large oak he grinned to himself. "My what a perfect place to be today," he said to no one in particular. With a ponderous look he gathered up his tome and silently read to himself for a time. Then with a look of utter determination he uttered the words for Ball Lightning. With swift ferocity lightning bolts shoot out from a ball of electricity striking the targets below it. The large oak tree is barely touched while greater damage is done to the saplings, their small thin trunks badly scarred.

"My my, that was exciting. But you there, that wasn't very nice of you not to join your offspring." With a flick of his hand outstretched he casts Lightning Bolt and leaves a smoldering hole through the trees trunk.

With increasing glee Dynamis continues on. As he comes upon a grassy knoll he stops, and sits down. "Time to eat", he thinks silently. A spell he never has forgotten comes to his mind and with a few words casts Hearty Meal. Spread out before him is a luncheon of sandwiches and wines on neat plates and in crystal goblets. Fishing out a fork he spears a pickle. "Delicious! I haven't had this meal since before I was even grey." With gusto Dynamis begins to eat.

[Nathan]

Kalan looked over at the other man the inquisitor had identified, he had hardly moved. "Damn it!" Kalan thought, "no use there then." He didn't know whether it was the fact inside his body was enough alcohol to kill a large beast, or that he didn't want to find out if the stories he'd heard about inquisitors was true, but Kalan felt there was nothing else he could do. Knowing this was going to go very badly, Kalan eyed up the quickest route out of the bar. Everyone had either sat down or slipped out during the commotion, so the doorway was clear. He took a deep breath and without much more thought he looked at the guard nearest to him and cast Death's embrace, encasing the man in a dome of bones. He then looked at the second guard and again cast Death's embrace. Finally, at the man seemingly in charge and cast his final Death's embrace.

Kalan didn't want to wait around to see what would happen and ran straight out of the door, throwing up repeatedly on his way there. He didn't know what would happen to the other two who'd been singled out and right now he didn't care. There was a pang of guilt for his new friend the merchant, who would likely be killed, but having known the man just one night Kalan knew he'd get over it.

Part running, part staggering, part stopping to empty his guts, Kalan made his way back into the hills around the town from where he'd appeared not so long ago. He knew the woods were thick and decided he'd hide out there for a while. Maybe he'd go back for the other two, or maybe he'd be running around this island all his life. But right now, Kalan couldn't care, he just wanted to escape.

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Completing these actions has resulted in the following changes:

    * 9.00 concentration expended
    * 3.27 energy expended
    * 9 XP in Protect gained
    * 3 XP in Death gained

EDIT: I only gained 3 XP in Protect, but did get the 3XP in Death. 9 Concentration was taken, but not sure on the Energy as I can't remember what it was before committing the actions.

[Zane]

Zuno watched the vomiting man run out the door and down the street. Curious about the chaos that seemed to be erupting inside, Zuno cast a quick Vermin Spy. Peering through the eyes of a mouse hiding in the rafters, Zuno spotted the three piles of bones and a room full of cowering locals.  One of the piles moved and chased the vomiting man out the door.

Interesting. Dangerous, but interesting. Zuno quietly headed off on the trail of the vomiting man and the pile of bones, curious to see who they were and what they were up to.

EDIT: fixed to match Tom's modification of the escape.

[Tom]

I'll have to interrupt there, as you can roleplay an escape attempt, but not a successful escape without giving others a chance to do something.
The spell you cast has an Intent of "protect", so it will protect its target, but it won't serve as an effective means to stop it. That would require a different Intent.


The inquisition guards were surprised by the spell, and the sudden appearance of what seemed to be a cage of bones surrounding them shocked and confused them. Only Brother Herox had received enough training to cope with an actual magical attack. He closed his eyes for a second, following the instructions he had received - to ignore and disbelief any effect and not let it control his mind. At the same moment he opened his eyes again, he made a step forward, testing the spell. He half expected to crash into the bones, half to be attacked by them, but they moved with him, like a shield or plate armour. He let out the air he had held back, and looked for the heretic - and spotted him just as he ran out the door.

Herox rushed after the heretic, his armour of bones barely fitting through the entrance door. Outside, he almost fell over another apparently drunken guy, he was standing near the entrance with his eyes close, making small noises like a rat. Herox ignored Zuno and followed Kalan. He knew the heretic could not run away far, as by this time of night the town gates would certainly be closed. As long as he let not slip him into a hideout, Herox would get him, sooner or later.

What to do with him when he got him, that was a question he could not yet answer. Without his guards, the brother had nothing to defend himself with should the heretic be aggressive. He hadn't thought this through, but did not yet realize that.


Inquisitor Lucious was finally ready. The Templars positioned strategically around him, close enough to defend him from any attack, but wide enough to not block his sight into any direction, he marched into town. He missed Kalan and Brother Herox by mere minutes.

[Tom]

EDIT: I only gained 3 XP in Protect, but did get the 3XP in Death.

bug. fixed now.

[Bedwyr]

Garath smiled. He had been hoping one of the others would kick up enough confusion to cover for him...

His eyes flickered as he cast Skim Room, searching for the hotheads who would be useful to him. The innkeeper and four others were angry enough on their own. They were outraged at southern arrogance, and foolish enough to not consider the consequences. But there were a few others, sitting on the fence, as it were, angry but worried. With just a little nudge, though...

Garath's teeth flashed in a hard grin, and his mind expanded to push his chosen men past the brink of violence Spontaneous Magic (Control/Mind - 2/3/2) (with 1 shifts).

Completing these actions would result in the following changes:

    2.27 concentration expended
    1.82 energy expended
    1 XP in Perceive gained
    1 XP in Mind gained

[Tom]

(shift to 3-2-2)

The barkeeper picked up a large knife from somewhere and leaped over the counter, yelling obsceneties. He shoved a patron out of the way who couldn't move himself quickly enough, then attacked the inquisition guard. His blade crashed into the protective bone cage again and again, while the guard quickly realized that he could not attack, either. This went on for a few minutes, apparently dissuading the remaining crowd from doing anything rash.

[Tom]

Garath's teeth flashed in a hard grin, and his mind expanded to push his chosen men past the brink of violence Spontaneous Magic (Control/Mind - 2/3/2) (with 1 shifts).

Completing these actions would result in the following changes:

    2.27 concentration expended
    1.82 energy expended
    1 XP in Perceive gained
    1 XP in Mind gained

Uh, can you check that again? Because for me it correctly says "Control" and not "Perceive" in the XP gains.

[Nathan]

Kalan ran, and stumbled, and then ran some more. Until he noticed something - the gates. They were closed. Kalan cursed under his breath. To make it worse, he heard a clopping sound behind him - horses? No. It sounded like... Bones... Kalan dared a look around and saw a figured covered in bones. He cursed louder this time. He was rather rapidly sobering up, but not enough that his thoughts were any clearer on what to do - that last escape attempt had been a fluke, being able to remember the words and signs for that spell had been a miracle in his current state.

He thought hard, what else did he know? Nothing useful, not unless the inquisitor was secretly a seedling. He moved that thought out of his mind, he was fairly sure that man was not a seed. He could try Sounds of the Forgotten, but for the life of him he couldn't remember the hand gesture. No, he'd have to try something dangerous. Calling on his inner magic had worked before, but that too was pure luck. Just as he reached the gate, Kalan turned to face the man chasing him, his bone armour now gone. "Well, at least that's one obstacle out of the way", Kalan thought as he pushed out his magic towards the pursuer - as well as what Kalan hoped was the last of the alcohol in his system.

spontaneous magic (Harm/Death - 5-2-1) (2 shifts)

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Completing these actions has resulted in the following changes:

    * 1.25 concentration expended
    * 0.91 energy expended
    * 1 XP in Harm gained

Since Death's Embrace only has a duration of 2 (a minute or so), I'm presuming it had worn off by the time Kalan reached the gate, correct me if I'm wrong and/or shouldn't have RPed it like that.

I'll have to interrupt there, as you can roleplay an escape attempt, but not a successful escape without giving others a chance to do something.
The spell you cast has an Intent of "protect", so it will protect its target, but it won't serve as an effective means to stop it. That would require a different Intent.

Sorry, I got a little carried away there

As for the spell, that was completely intentional. It was the only spell I thought could do something to slow them down, so figured I'd give it a shot.

[Tom]

The armour of bones had broken down, the remains of it scattered around the street. Brother Herox had approached the heretic with resolve, though a small nagging in his head was trying to remind him that he had absolutely no defense against a next spell - as he found out all too quickly.

(shifted to 3-2-3)

Magic washed over the priest and, though he felt nothing at first. But life was being drained out of him, and before the hour was up he would have aged by a decade. For the moment, though, his voice was still strong as he yelled: "Hold it right there, heretic. In the name of the inquisition, you will follow me for questioning. Or suffer the consequences."

Something was not right, Brother Herox thought. He could not place the feeling, which was a mixture between the part of his mind that tried to tell him he was unarmed and now unarmoured, and the many parts of his body who were trying to tell him that this rate of decay was not normal.