[center][h3]Uncovering Shadows[/h3][/center] [u] Hysteria (Djarkel)[/u] [sub] [@Konan375], [@Demonic Angel], [@13org] and [@EliteCommander][/sub] [hr] [center] ------Warehouse----[/center] The Esyire’s vision was blurred. Edges darkened about indicated signs of failure as he bolted onward. His feet trampled all that lay in his path. [i]Why hadn’t they warned him about the psychomancer?[/i] The question was quickly forgotten in a blaze of pain along his skin. Burnt scales wafted into his nostrils and churned his stomach at knowing the source. Adrenaline poured through his veins deeply and fed his fear. He barely noticed Ssarak’s attempts to steer him clear of the lantern oil. His mass shifted around a few objects that suddenly appeared. He barely noticed he missed and ran through a few, focused on escape. As the Esyire ran blindly toward her, the Elf decided it was time to go. Her features crunched up into a snarl then glared at Leith a moment before she turned to the nearest exit. A window. She felt the liquid rush off her form but continued forward. The mage would’ve been too weighed down by his own folly to interfere. While her wounded leg slowed her down, she ignored the wound. Blood trickled down her muscles and dripped a trail in her wake. She pushed past the horror-struck sharpshooter. She tugged on her companion to move quickly. Still, in shock, he closed his gaping mouth and nodded. Promptly they slipped through the nearest window to escape. Being the last one out, the Elf dropped something hard and small. A rune… smoke, thick and blinding, began to flood the area. The assassins were making their getaway before the Elf paused, then hollered up to the roof. “Time to go! NOW!” [center]-----Roof----[/center] Lyn fought the impulse to pass out. Her eyes blinked to clear her blurry and swaying vision. It made her sick just watching it as she struggled to get back upright. The vines immediately slacked in her distraction. [i][color=pink] Ssarak... we have a problem. We're in serious trouble up here![/color][/i] Air failed to enter and fed the orc woman’s lungs, her machete aimed to slice off the pest from her neck. His hand managed to hold her at bay. She gave a frustrated snort. Time was ticking down. Using what little strength she had, her other hand jerked at the vines causing them to strain. SNAP! They gave surprisingly at her final attempt much to the orc’s shock. Her eyes turned to Lyn, suffering from mageblood sickness. The orc woman’s smile sharpened. Just when Henri jerked her arm to the side and shifted his weight, she threw herself backward. His body immediately impacted with the ground hard. Added more force than what he had been planning likely might’ve knocked the breath out of him. She didn’t even give him a chance to wrench her head and snap it as she tried to peel him off of her with new vigor. In the sudden move, much to Henri’s good luck, she had lost her grip on her weapons. She pulled and tugged at his legs, finally peeling one off. Gripping it tightly, she tried to break the bone until a voice reached her. “Time to go! NOW!” The orc woman hissed in disapproval. Bouncing up then back down, she peeled Henri off herself. Before he could recover, she was up and rushing toward the edge of the roof to escape. “We will meet again… and next time, you will die.” She bellowed behind her before vanishing out of sight toward the ground. [center][h3]College Troubles[/h3][/center] [u]Val and Zaad, Twilight College[/u] [sub][@Vesuvius00][@Landaus Five-One][@BlackPanther][@Luna] [/sub] Val nodded toward Veretu, showing approval at his attempts. Encouragement was better somethings, especially for the meek. At Salem’s words about being nothing like Zaad, she scoffed. “T’at be somet’ing ‘e would say too about you.” She noted Elise tense as her eyes squinted at the woman. She debated on something in her head than inhaled, thoughtfully placing something away. Her tone took on a mixture of distaste and irritation over the subject matter. “Aye, lassie. Best to tread cautiously about ‘im. Tey usually belongs in t'e inferno but many come to Tiien. Summoned or discarded by careless mages.” She made a point to glance at Salem as if accusing him of being one. When Elise mentioned her fear, the stout woman frowned. She had never heard of such a thing so the reveal was… odd. Pressing her fingers against her chin, she began to think about a solution. She came up blank until Summer approached them. Val stepped up beside the young woman. She rested her hand on Elise’s shoulder in a comforting manner. “Deep breat’s little one. Avert your eyes to ‘er nose or eyes, and focus t’ere.” Advised Val. She bit her lip to avoid commenting on the demon. [center] —Kitchen Shenanigans—[/center] Arius, the plump head cook, gingerly stepped from his companions. He approached the smaller student with a sizing eye. After a moment, he twisted his thick mustache and sorted his words. “Oi, that would greatly be appreciated, ma’am. However, I don’t think it will be as easy as you think. That little pest has been cornered twice… and still manages to get away. We haven’t figured out how just yet!” He tossed his hands up into the air with a huff.