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Post by Stix on Nov 10, 2009 10:46:31 GMT -5
The blade vanishes from between Skelter's teeth as he steps through the activating portal; his "rescuer" is close on his heels.
The gate dumps them into a refuse alley -- from the smell and sight of the specific refuse, probably behind a dive of a tavern. Rats and other assorted vermin scatter at the sudden appearance of the two much larger beings.
The low light glaring on the blood-colored brick roads and gleaming black marble towers fights to hold back the dusk. The mountains of the Vale of the Spine loom overhead, curving in like the stony ribs of some colossal beast, or the spikes of some fiendish torture device.
The sneaky basher takes some small object (s)he's been palming and tucks it at the base of the portal, then darts down the alley as best as possible in the slippery muck....
Dex[dice=20][rand=5668086601234223797169963193151410655759070538047614173256515692]
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Post by Stix on Nov 10, 2009 10:49:01 GMT -5
"Move fast -- they're not going to let you go quietly, and you really don't want to be here when that first wave comes through."
(S)he keeps footing quite well, despite the robe and unforgiving ground.
(Dex check to keep up)
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Post by skelterjohn on Nov 10, 2009 12:32:52 GMT -5
Despite his misgivings about his rescuer's intentions, Skelter is completely on board with the "don't be here" plan, and follows him/her as closely as he can.
"Out of the cell, into the cage..."
Dex = 14 [dice=20][rand=8902890663594007972756188362836888752247765660295515775857493281]
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