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The young Bast darted past the group of youngsters who had just finished off the shadow. He made no attempt to sneaky, if he did, it was poorly executed. The boy would stumble through ruble and reach the darkened section of the library's second floor. Bookshelves that were only meant to hold the knowledge of the barbarians and what little is known about magic items, were now concealing monsters. As he dashed forth, he would on the shadows lying in wait. Most held their place due to the tabaxi witch's orders, but they recoiled and trembled under the weight of his boots. The darkling boy, had entered a trap and the end of his stamina at the moment. Though his place was in the mess was convenient, maybe advantageous at first glance. He was a mere 25 feet from the source of these undead scum. In the dim torchlight that almost seemed to have its light swallowed by a suffocating darkness, one could see the witch's voluptuous curves. She was adorned in rags which reeked of ocean and seaweed. Her matted fur no longer had a sheen to it, instead numerous bald spots could be seen in her lackluster coat.
The woman knew he was there, but she did not act on it. She held an hand up slightly, just enough to stay the aggression of her pets. Down the aisle next to Bast's came heavy set footsteps, that practically slapped against the floor. An old man met with the woman, though he had a sullen expression. Head slunk and posture deflated, one might have wondered how he managed to even stand, let alone walk. The witch pat the old man and said, " There there, you know we're no longer parents". The woman's voice was soothing and lyrical, but that impression would be betrayed by the extent of her decay as an extra gaping hole in her cheek presented itself to Bast. Before quickly fading into the darkness again. The old man began to change. Its tendons and muscles started to make audible ripping sounds and its shadow, now cast upon bast to reveal a gaunt pale figure who could only be considered human by the shape of its body alone. Its voice however, was guttural and crackly, like a malfunctioning radio."B-but my dan--ceeey", it said, slamming its wide illshapen hands into the floor, causing a rough thud to reverberate throughout the library.
[initiative still in effect, just replying to jody]
The woman knew he was there, but she did not act on it. She held an hand up slightly, just enough to stay the aggression of her pets. Down the aisle next to Bast's came heavy set footsteps, that practically slapped against the floor. An old man met with the woman, though he had a sullen expression. Head slunk and posture deflated, one might have wondered how he managed to even stand, let alone walk. The witch pat the old man and said, " There there, you know we're no longer parents". The woman's voice was soothing and lyrical, but that impression would be betrayed by the extent of her decay as an extra gaping hole in her cheek presented itself to Bast. Before quickly fading into the darkness again. The old man began to change. Its tendons and muscles started to make audible ripping sounds and its shadow, now cast upon bast to reveal a gaunt pale figure who could only be considered human by the shape of its body alone. Its voice however, was guttural and crackly, like a malfunctioning radio."B-but my dan--ceeey", it said, slamming its wide illshapen hands into the floor, causing a rough thud to reverberate throughout the library.
[initiative still in effect, just replying to jody]