[A Time Apart] (Current IC) What once was

Grant/Sentinel


“The east trail, I take it, is where most of the trouble’s been happening?”
 
Grant:


"Yeah. Most of the raiders and the Linowans have been coming from the east, even if we do catch 'em circling around. There's never enough of 'em to box us in completely, but it's better to stop them before they get set up for an attack."
 
A runner, a whiner and a group of Fey. This would be interesting. Thankfully he had a group of allies whom he could draw upon. As the runner seemed to be in the least amount of danger, Jake decided it would be more optimal to inform one of the others that they should meet the wayward human at the gate to the city. There, those with Social-Fu would be able to talk to and extract any information that might be useful from the runner.


Taking a moment to plot out his plan of action, Jake sent a surge of power both in to his legs and in to the air around him. The stillness of his magic shunting off excess sights and sounds, and the power in his legs were ready to propel him as quick as lightning.


Taking off as quick as he could, Jake dashed along the rooftops of the city, leaping form building to building in a way that was both out of sight and out of mind to those below. Spying the healing house Jake leapt towards the wall of the building and extended his arms to cushion the impact, before sliding down the wall and dropping in front of the house.


Managing to catch them just before they were leaving was a lucky break, as he didn't have to worry about people overhearing them. "The runner I told you about is making his way here. He seems to be safe enough but there's someone else out there who's in danger. I suggest meeting him when he arrives and trying to see why he was in such a rush, and if he knows anything about why Black Branches isn't the way it should be."

Dex 5 + Stealth 5 = 10 dice = 3 Successes.


Spending 3 Motes for Easily Overlooked Presence Method.


Spending 3 Motes for Lightning Speed.


Personal Pool at 2


Peripheral Motes at 39
 
Bria flits to a perch out of his reach feeling it was quite rude to try to up and grab someone ouf the air and tries to figure out what the guy means. Oh! Second breath, right, that is exaltation, yeah? So.. this guy used to be exalted? Dumbfounded by the implications of that she watched him from a safe distance before it dawning on her that this guy could remember something significantly different! Maybe he would know! Plucking up her courage she buzzed over to land lightly on the table near the man. Communicating to him with the beat of her wings and the steps of her slender legs she said, "I trust you will not be so rude as to try to squash me again, sir. I heard you were missing something."

Activating Glance-Oration Technique


5m, 1wp


Personal 7/15


Peripheral 46/59 (13 commited)


WP 5/6
 
Emily yawns a little, and looks around at the others who are still there, wondering whether some small talk would be worth it.
 

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