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Post by Ossular on May 25, 2019 2:01:59 GMT
Kara would be trapped, her own body tensed into complete inaction. The two women would look between each other, with one bravely approaching Kara.
"What do we do?" the closer one would ask, still catching her breath, nervous about the scene that had just unfolded.
"I-I dunno. My brother's the guard," the second one would chime in from somewhere behind her. "Maybe try shaking her?"
"Well that sounds stupid. What if it goes and makes it worse?!"
"mmmMMM! Mmm-mmbbmm!" a third voice, from outside- the woman in the web.
"Oh! Agnes! Alright. Margo, you help her, and I'll help this one. I think?" the woman, a plump, motherly woman would look over Kara as the other woman, Margo, would gladly move to start cutting the third woman from the webbing she found herself in.
"Right, dear. Ummm... How do I go about this?" It would be about this time, with the older woman looking around and grabbing a roller from the floor, would nervously tap Kara's arm as if it would do something.
It was about this time that Kara finally willed herself against the magics that had trapped her in place at the end of her second turn.
"Oh! Oh dear. Are you-" the woman looked at her bread roller, than back to Kara, then out the door. "Uhhh... that way?" she would point with the wooden tube in her hand.
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Post by moralhazard on May 25, 2019 2:05:33 GMT
Kara lunged forward at the pointing hand and the world blurred; she blinked once, then again, and when her eyes opened her body seemed to lock into place, paralysis freezing her. She watched, helpless, as the creature chuckled nastily and ran off.
Kara fought. She summoned her will and her strength, bringing all the force of her mind to bear against the spell. Her legs were spread, knees bent, hands gripping the glaive. She could feel the smooth wood against her hands and a faint wind tickling her face from the open door, she could hear the woman panicking and trying to figure out what to do - but she couldn’t move.
The seconds ticked by; with each one that passed the creature fled further, the child helpless in her grasp. Kara focused all her attention, all her strength, on trying to move. One finger, she thought, concentrating everything she had into the little finger of her right hand. One finger...!
The end of the finger twitched - and then Kara’s entire body followed and the momentum of her stopped run resumed, and she was running again, nodding once to the woman with the bread roller and running as fast as she could in the direction the woman had indicated.
If she lost the child because of this, Kara thought, she would never forgive herself. She had to find her - she had to! She looked desperately for any sign of her trail, and would run all out after it if she found any.
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Post by moralhazard on May 25, 2019 3:02:52 GMT
Perception: ovQipsSM1d20+31d20+3
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Post by Ossular on May 25, 2019 3:26:38 GMT
Kara would come out of the house into the next layer of Kulzar's Alley on the side closest to the Fanebar. Looking back and forth quickly, the barbarian wouldn't catch a glimpse, but the sound of a shingle hitting the ground would snap Kara's eyes to her left, then up to the roof. At the top of the building would be that inhuman shape, turning to look back at her before muttering something to herself and continuing over the roof-top to escape from Kara.
k3KXzSKx1d20+1
The Old Woman would disappear over the rooftop, and a commotion could be heard on the more populated Fanebar, on the other side of the houses.1d20+1
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Post by moralhazard on May 25, 2019 4:43:31 GMT
Nothing. Kara’s eyes darted from side to side and for the first time since the chase had started she paused, feeling a dreadful weight of uncertainty.
Perhaps there was no way, really, that she could feel the weight of the claw around her neck. The half-plate was heavy, the glaive in her hand even more so, but none of it registered. But the claw - it seemed to throb against her chest, pulling her focus into the moment.
There, on the roof. Kara’s gaze snapped up, and then she was sprinting again, running full speed and dashing to go over one street, to where the noise was coming from.
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Post by Ossular on May 25, 2019 4:57:54 GMT
Fall Damage: NbT9MTe92d6
The figure of the woman hit the ground hard. People jumped from the way as she scurried from the side of her body she landed on back to all fours, then back to an upright position. Calls and concerns, "are you alright?" and "what in the hell?" came through general confusion, and the commotion caught the attention of another person that had remained unseen by the general populace below on the streets.
???: 1d20+15 or 1d20+15
The woman moved, though, muttering something under her breath as Kara emerged from Kulzar's Alley. She started to move again, crossing the street, the first couple of steps with a hobble as she held one of her hands close to her. This time, the woman would simply dash, pulling a little bit ahead as she neared the next series of alleyways on the other side of the road, getting into the entrance first, but not by much.2d6·1d20+15·1d20+15
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Post by moralhazard on May 25, 2019 5:04:22 GMT
Kara ran; her glaive was still in one hand, not on her back, and she gripped it tightly, lifting it high enough off the ground not to trip her up. Her eyes fixed on the creature, and she pushed herself as hard as she could run. It had been a long chase already but she wasn’t tired yet - far from it.
This time, Kara thought grimly as she dashed towards the creature, she would get that bag.
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Post by Ossular on May 25, 2019 5:14:22 GMT
The woman would be scurrying, but as the crowd parted for the weapon-wielding Kara, the latter caught up, taking the angle across the road and meeting her at the intersection. She would look at her pursuer, snarl and then remove the bag from her shoulders, holding it in one hand as she looked at the smaller woman. Her visage was twisted- a human at a distance or in the right lighting at best- and she looked at Kara with eyes of liquid ink, twisted by frustrations.
Reaching into the bag, she would retrieve the child, unconscious, before lugging him in Kara's direction, then turning to continue to run into the alleys.
Up above the event playing out, though, another unseen participant would now move to a different rooftop in the same direction, very much interested in what was occurring below.
The Old Woman's Attack Roll: AJfVwtj91d20+3
If she hits, Kara stumbles back five feet thanks to impact with the child. If she misses, the child lands on the ground near Kara instead.1d20+3
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Post by moralhazard on May 25, 2019 5:30:46 GMT
The thing turned and pulled the child from the bag - and flung it at Kara. It was immediately obvious that the boy was going to go wide; Kara switched direction without a second thought, lunging to the side to catch the child against her body, glaive clattering to the ground. She stumbled back, gripping the little boy tightly, maybe too tightly.
Kara gritted her teeth. If she let the thing get away...! But she couldn’t look past the child in her arms now. Kara checked him as best as she could, hoping against hope that the time in the bag hadn’t injured him. He was alive and breathing; Kara thanked Helm with a desperate and fervent prayer, more feelings than words.
The city watch! Kara looked around. There had to be a guard nearby. There wasn’t time to explain everything but she could surely tell the guard the boy was lost and needed to go to the Heroes’ Garden. Then - maybe - maybe she could do both.
If not, Kara wouldn’t regret her choice to deal with the child in her arms before the possibility of that thing taking another one. She couldn’t do anything else. She had started the chase to get the child back and now she had him; to leave him helpless in the street would be rank hypocrisy.
Kara took a deep breath, and searched for a guard. She held the boy against her with one hand, stepping back to scoop up her glaive with the other.
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