[ Rennuid came to himself on the floor of the Shopkeeper's store.
He remembered going outside in a daze, moonstruck by its full face. Motion, flowing past the corners of his eyes, as the creeping, crawling things that normally kept him entourage abruptly all turned and fled. silence. and then not.
How he got from point A to B is a mystery that doesn't immediately resolve itself.
He has a little Floor Time to himself, staring at what he figures out, slowly, is red moonlight pouring in the barred windows. Indiscriminate sound from outside resolves next into discernable meaning. He mutters a word, rueful,]
Sinne-qula'taenorr...
[ Wolfsong. And accompanying it, sounds of battle. A hand on the wall, he gets to his feet. They aren't steady. ]
2/ obfuscate
[ can't try and break in to what they can't fffffucking see.
There's a point where it's certain, to him, that no one else is coming to seek shelter in their little huddle of buildings. Rennuid seeps back outside in a puff of dark mist, building back into a slim elfin man on a little ledge on the inn's facade, where he had once stood before to hang a lantern.
He speaks to the pack below in elven.
as he goes on, the flames of each lantern turn to... burning wicks of an absence of light. the one right beside him is last to go. ]
It is the light that drives you to us, is it not? It is the covetous hunger, to rend in twain, to make all alike to yourselves in your pain! To spill, red, and purify; reveal beneath, unto your teeth, the white of bone belied!
But it is not for you.
Dwell with me in darkness, hungry singers. Find each other only by your bleak and heartsore calls.
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[ Rennuid came to himself on the floor of the Shopkeeper's store.
He remembered going outside in a daze, moonstruck by its full face. Motion, flowing past the corners of his eyes, as the creeping, crawling things that normally kept him entourage abruptly all turned and fled. silence. and then not.
How he got from point A to B is a mystery that doesn't immediately resolve itself.
He has a little Floor Time to himself, staring at what he figures out, slowly, is red moonlight pouring in the barred windows. Indiscriminate sound from outside resolves next into discernable meaning. He mutters a word, rueful,]
Sinne-qula'taenorr...
[ Wolfsong. And accompanying it, sounds of battle. A hand on the wall, he gets to his feet. They aren't steady. ]
2/ obfuscate
[ can't try and break in to what they can't fffffucking see.
There's a point where it's certain, to him, that no one else is coming to seek shelter in their little huddle of buildings. Rennuid seeps back outside in a puff of dark mist, building back into a slim elfin man on a little ledge on the inn's facade, where he had once stood before to hang a lantern.
He speaks to the pack below in elven.
as he goes on, the flames of each lantern turn to... burning wicks of an absence of light. the one right beside him is last to go. ]
It is the light that drives you to us, is it not? It is the covetous hunger, to rend in twain, to make all alike to yourselves in your pain! To spill, red, and purify; reveal beneath, unto your teeth, the white of bone belied!
But it is not for you.
Dwell with me in darkness, hungry singers. Find each other only by your bleak and heartsore calls.
[ rennuid casts, uh
this. As Bigly as possible. ]