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    >>Previously, and, then, elsewhere<<

    The sharp pain in his forehead where the stone presses in is his only warning before he feels his essence wrenched out and away. Yanked by the astral scruff of his neck, the shifter lands with a heavy and disturbingly visceral crunch, raising a cloud of dirty grey dust. His vision blurs as he tumbles end over end, down the side of dry gully. The deadened stump he collides with knocks his wind out. Shuddering, ears ringing, he hears high-pitched laughter.

    "Silly pup," it sneers "did you think it would be that easy? Not my first hunt, you pathetic mongrel".

    He coughs, shaking his head and gazing up the barren slope to the starless sky where a grey silhouette paces, marking its progress in sharp relief against the inky backdrop. It leaps gracefully, tracing an arc down towards Mar'ro, teeth white against the black. The druid pushes himself up, struggling for purchase in the shifting sands running fine and inexorably downhill. On a knee, he bares his teeth at Pravezet Liskaro, challenging him in his own domain. He manages only a wordless snarl and then the Ghostfox, Shadowsneak himself, is upon him.

    Mar'ro veers as they roll down the slope, the sand racing ever faster as they descend. Teeth flash and claws rip and fur flies. But it is Pravezet's domain, not Mar'ro's, and the Hyena is not as agile as the
    Fox. Liskaro kicks off Mar'ro's chest and lands on a skeletal log lodged in a scree of shattered rock, letting the shifter fall away. With each bounce, Mar'ro's vision narrows.

    "I've devoured dung spirits more powerful than your Spotted Maw, so lonely now with only you to call his Pack. 'Ware the night, pup, I'll see you soon."

    Moments later, Mar'ro fails to make contact with the ground and plunges, watching Pravezet Liskaro dwindle against the sky, laughing a mocking laugh.

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    Mar'ro falls to the soft grass with a ringing in his ears and a short cut-off scream. Blinking up against the sudden light, he sees Nioba bent over him with a worried frown. The druid sits up one elbow and looks around, then holds up the claw-and-bone fetish against the light. The black leather straps had wound themselves tightly around his forearm, digging into his tough skin. He growls audibly and then snarls up at the healer.

    "Not work."

    Nioba blinks and stammers a reply amounting to not much more than "I don't know." Mar'ro grunts in frustration and looks around, noting that not much time had passed by the mark of shadows and sun.

    "Where Pack go Healer?" he asks sharply, receiving an equally sharp reply from the now-gathered-together Healer.

    Clenching his fist around the Fox's Talisman and begins a steady jog after his companions.
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    Mar'ro- The Unquiet Lands
    Dwemmek Dwerrowfade - World of Chaldera
    Softhands - Curse of the Crimson Throne
    Fin "Cur" Forestson - Beyond Drachenward
    Qadan Yul - Arcanis


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    Default Main Post #148

    This is the one hundred forty-eighth main post of the adventure Panic in Lonely Places. Players' posts in either thread are due by 11 pm, Saturday, October 6th. The next main post will appear by 11 am, Monday, October 8th.

    “Oh, right,” the armored warrior who is probably Joizy the missing Knight sits up startled and blinks rapidly as Elunnia falls to the ground along with a good chunk of the ceiling and then starts to painfully pick herself up amid the scattered debris. Khlarissa has gracefully hopped down to the eastern balcony above the great hall using the maze of tangled rafters as a path, while Threnody is stumbling after her. Noxias is scrambling away and Rampart, who had just started to turn back to fetch his rope, managed to remain on a part of the roof which is still overhead at the moment.

    “You're a gnoll,” the warrior tells Elunnia. Mar'ro comes bursting in through the large double doors to the south at that instant, and she nods, as if that just confirmed something. Behind and apparently unnoticed by her, the dragon statue has started to glow with a metallic sheen as the transparent image of a much more realistically shaped dragon superimposes itself over the paper and wood form. The dragon’s form cranes its neck to loom menacingly over the hall, and the statue moves to follow suit.

    “You're smaller and less furry than I expected, but there's no mistaking a gnoll, even if you’ve never seen one before. Your friend is bigger; he’s a proper gnoll. Ugh, cloudkill,” she glances up at the gray mist that begins pouring down from above, still oblivious to the moving statue.

    “This is my house!” the warrior’s ramblings are interrupted by a sepulchral announcement reverberating throughout the hall, coming from a spectral woman with wild white hair and black pits for eyesockets in a shriveled face, wearing a ragged, white gown, now standing in the doorway of the opposite balcony.

    “Yes, Ma’am,” the warrior unsteadily gets to her feet and waves her wingspear back at the ghost in a kind of salute, getting her first glance at the transforming image of the statue at the same time, “Dragons everywhere, and then a gnoll infestation! This tournament's been awful; maybe it shouldn't have been held in your house. Now, let's have the gnolls please perish!” With an unexpected burst of speed, she launches into a charge towards Elunnia and Mar'ro.
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    Default Main Post #150

    This is the one hundred fiftieth main post of the adventure Panic in Lonely Places. Players' posts in either thread are due by 11 pm, Sunday, October 14th. The next main post will appear by 11 am, Monday, October 15th.

    A nozzle recessed in the upper portion of the dragon statue's neck just below the jaw sprays a jet of brilliant orange flame on to the floor of the chamber, aiming at Elunnia and Mar'ro. When it makes contact with the mist, a shower of sparks accompanied by a bright blue glow appears in the area affected, and a choking cloud of dark, magenta smoke rises up. Around the same time, Elunnia notices an irregular tapping and thumping noise coming from under the wooden planks of the floor. The sounds grow closer, as if something is approaching from below.

    Noxias notices to his dismay that there is a crossbow quarrel embedded in the sleeve of his robes. The shooter is a human with a hand crossbow firing through one of the doorways at the north end of the balcony, barely visible in the shadows. Noxias responds with his Fire Burst spell while Khlarissa, standing next to him, shoots carefully with her bow. Undaunted, the shooter’s next bolt grazes Noxias's neck, nicking an artery and causing blood to drench his shoulder and chest.

    On the crumbling roof, Rampart finds himself to be the only one left standing. Even the orc's statue is moving around to keep its balance, which shouldn't be the case. Rampart reaches out to grab at it, but it ducks under his grasp, its form losing its orc-like features in favor of a gargoyle's infamous hideousness. The creature glides down to the balcony, following after Noxias and Khlarissa, and leaving Rampart alone on the roof contemplating how to reach his companions, below.
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    The chaos of battle crashes into the balcony below. With the roof continuing its collapse, Rampart takes a quick breath, runs, and jumps down onto the suspiciously-fabricated dragon. He's greeted by the spectral form of a winged, though armless, dragonborn sitting astride the dragon statue's tail.

    "Joizy," he calls down to the halfling, "I think I saw you ba--," he stops as a silvery portal opens up behind her and sucks her in. Threnody has used one of his most powerful spells. Well, it saves Rampart the diplomacy. The two nod at each other and Rampart decides its time to truly and properly enter the fracas.

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    Mar'ro crashes through the sturdy oak doors onto a chaotic scene. The gargoyle descends with a crash as Mar'ro sprints into the room, barely registering the dragon statue belching fire into his path. He skids to a halt as the flames lick his skin, a pulse of primal magic barely keeping it from immolating him alive. The broach around his neck jumps against its thong as it's own magic contributes to the protective magic. He shouts a warning and pivots to take in the unfolding violence.

    Seeing Khalrissa and y'Shekka manifesting above him on the balcony, Mar'ro grunts out a word of power, summoning the mists to obscure his allies. Coughing, he tears a hole in the air with Pravezet Liskaro's talisman, appearing at the base of the stairs. With a savage smile at the thrum of power the fetish transmitted through his arm, Mar'ro charges up the stairs, blurring into the hulking hyena as he takes the stairs two at a time. His transformation finishes just as he collides with the gargoyle threatening his life-debted charge, Khlarrisa. His fangs bury themselves into the stony creature and he feels a tooth crack against its preternaturally strong hide. The mists he summons have completely disappated as he turns to face the newest attacker, a small fierce creature wielding a bow.
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    Mar'ro- The Unquiet Lands
    Dwemmek Dwerrowfade - World of Chaldera
    Softhands - Curse of the Crimson Throne
    Fin "Cur" Forestson - Beyond Drachenward
    Qadan Yul - Arcanis


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    Seeing his unofficial tag-team partner, Mar'ro, engage the gargoyle, Rampart springs from the statue onto the railing of the balcony, determined to control the tide of battle. As if the railing was a turnbuckle, Rampart poses while crouched atop it, until the assailant with the crowwbos turns her attention to him. Then he leaps sidelong over her guard, seizing her arm as he crashes into her knees. He lands on his back and rolls to his feet, using that momentum to twist the archer's arm and smash her face into the gargoyle's stony form. She reels back against the wall.

    This attack also provides Rampart with more information; he can see the gargoyle animating again. So even as a statue, it must be aware of what's going on around it.

    Unexpectedly, the mysterious attacker rebounds off the wall she'd caught her balance on and launches a flurry of kicks at everyone around her. Rampart is able to block her attacks, but the gargoyle catches him from behind with a scratch from its still-statuesque fingers, down the back of Rampart's exposed arm.

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    The wooden floor boards next to Elunnia burst asunder in a fountain of splinters. A bloated corpse of a human male hefts himself up from the opening to crouch over the choking gnome. The dragon statue doesn't hold back and promptly sprays another blast of fire upon living and undead alike.

    “Free feast days!” he cries out eagerly, mushing the consonants and drawing out the vowels with his decayed voice. He is wearing copious amounts of colorful jewelry and unrecognizable rags, all cloaked in dirt. It would be the least surprising fact if he tunneled his way here with his claw-like hands.

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    Elunnia staggers from the pain as she gasps for air, fortunately stumbling away from the grasp from the bejeweled ghoul. yShekka, having tried to investigate and take a bite out of the assailant as they slip away, looks around disoriented by the sudden onslaught of feedback from her companion.

    The confusion only lasts briefly though as with Threnody's help she recovers and hops nimbly away before being whisked back to the party.

    "Well, this is getting pretty messy!" Elunnia gasps, exasperated. "yShekka, I think we need to take up our old friend's offer."

    yShekka turns slightly pale. "She'll never let me live this down, but I must agree."

    The gnome nods and swallows, bringing her totem to arm's length in front of her as she closes her eyes.

    "O, Ever Rising, may your flow hearken to my voice and answer the call of the ever-thirsty Great Slow Delta."

    She then looks up spreads her arms wide open. "Come forth, Ob Emthaug!"

    A vortex of steam spirals out of the ground in the middle of the fray as yShekka jumps back to the party. The spirals of vapor trails spins faster and tightens into a single whirling column and, spraying a cloud of cold mist into the air, resolves into the form of a large white serpent.

    "I wasss wondering if you two were ever going to call! It'sss been agesss! Let'sss get thingsss sstarted!"
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    Mar'ro's swings his head side to side, trying to keep both the furious halfling and the menacing gargoyle in his sights. The massive hyena's hackles raise as it smells and hears the latest attacker burst from the ground and begin to climb the column behind him. The beast growls, shifts its weight and makes a short lunge to the side before springing in a tight circle, claws and jaws snapping and ripping at anything in reach. He feels his claws make purchase in the halfling's chest and has he completes his turn, his head snaps out instinctively to catch the corpse's neck. He crunches down and shakes once, hard, slamming the corpse's head into the column it was climbing.

    Mar'ro completes his savage rush and turns to face the assailant once more. He feels the emergence of Ob Emthaug and barks in greeting. Welcome primal, we hunt!
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    Mar'ro- The Unquiet Lands
    Dwemmek Dwerrowfade - World of Chaldera
    Softhands - Curse of the Crimson Throne
    Fin "Cur" Forestson - Beyond Drachenward
    Qadan Yul - Arcanis


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    Battered and bruised, Khlarissa takes cover behind the wall.
    Removing the bolt from her shoulder her head is suddenly filled with Rayghar's teachings.

    "Always hold the advantage in battle. If someone gets the drop on you, turn it to your advantage. Space is a Rangers best friend, don't let the enemy get too close. Like it or not you will be at the centre of a war, If the Fey is to survive you must be strong. Trust no-one freely, the way of the ranger is fraught with danger."

    At the thought of her old friend, a tear slides down her cheek. Calling on Melora, she heals some of the damage left by the Assailant from the tornament.

    Shaking her head clear, she turns her attention to the rest of the hallway and getting to the opposite balcony to help her Mar'ro and the rest of her companions.

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