[h1][b][center]Plot Point[/center][/b][/h1]

[@Jerkchicken], [@fetzen], [@13org]

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The door to the tower splinter inwards. Lynne, one of the new recruits, was the first into the building and up the steps. She paused half way up. 

"What is it?" One of the men behind her asked.

"I..." Lynne stuttered, blinking twice. "I just saw myself die..." She replied.

Lynne looked up wide eyed in time to see the target's foot smash her head in. Lynne's body went limp. Rolling down the steps and knocking the two men behind her down with her.

Tayla tsked. Seeing yourself die is never a good sign, while in the Distortion. Had Lynne reacted quicker, perhaps she could have avoided death.

Smit sighed. "Whelp... Lynne's dead." He said, frowning.

Tayla shrugged off the comment. She never liked the woman anyways. Lynne was far too flirty with the men. It made her more of a distraction rather than an asset.

"Good news is," Smit continued. He reached for his magic deterrent coated throwing knifes, and looked the dirtied man in the eyes. "our target came to us."

Tayla grit her teeth, grinding them in frustration. She looked up, towards the top of the tower. That was where she wanted to be. 

[color=c4df9b][b]"We need to cut him off."[/b][/color] Tayla said. Her voice muffled by the tufts of cotton. 

Smit nodded. "Makes sense. I'll go gather-"

Tayla cut him off. [color=c4df9b][b]"No need."[/b][/color] She said, placing her hand to the ground. Five others gathered around her while three other cultist ran up the stairs to face the dirtied man. [color=c4df9b][b]"I planned ahead."[/b][/color] She focused on the taste of one of the five cotton tufts in her mouth. Savory. 

"What?" Smit asked. He whipped his head in Tayla's direction, but it was already too late. The ground beneath Tayla warped, stretching upwards. "Tayla!" Smit called after her, in protest.

She ignored the man's complaints, instead directing her attention to the man who had pretended to be a beggar. [color=c4df9b][b]"Tex!"[/b][/color] She shouted to him. [color=c4df9b][b]"You're up!"[/b][/color]

Tex smiled a sluggish grin. The skinny brown skinned man had just finished chugging half a wine skin. It's effects were quickly kicking in. The man leaned against the wall, touching it's stone surface with his hand. His eyes were half closed and unfocused. 

For a moment, it seemed that Tex would collapse. But then, his eyes shot open. His scrawny muscles bulged. A renewed focus entered Tex's eyes. The effects of the wine seemingly burning away. 

With a roar, Tex lept toward the dirtied man as he faced off against the three clan members climbing up the stairs.

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Tayla warped the ground beneath her and her men. The ground stretched upwards, up off the ground floor. Warping so much ground was a taxing feat. She could quickly feel her lips beginning to dry with each moment that passed. 

They raised pass one flight of stairs. Two flights. Three. Tayla stopped there. She could feel her tongue sticking lightly to the roof of her mouth as she pulled it away. She needed a sip of water.

She looked to the men and women with her. They looked back as if expecting her to do more.

[color=c4df9b][b]"Well?"[/b][/color] Tayla said expecting the group to get off. Instead they glanced at one another as if unsure. One woman even questioningly pointed upwards as if asking, 'Aren't you taking us all the way to the top?'

[color=c4df9b][b][i]For the love of-[/i][/b][/color] Tayla thought, her lip curling up in annoyance. [color=c4df9b][b]"STOP STANDING AROUND AND GET OFF ALREADY!"[/b][/color] she barked.
 
The group jumped, startled awake from their stupor. One by one they stepped onto the nearby steps and ascended to the top. 

Tayla tsked. [color=c4df9b][b][i]New recruits.[/i][/b][/color] She thought. Here she was, dehydrating. What did they do? Stand there, looking around like a flock of dumb birds.
 
With a shake of the head, she followed the group. Once on solid ground. She let go of the warped platform. The ground instantly turned back to it's normal state, as if it was like that the whole time.

Tayla took out a skin of water and took a long swig. [color=c4df9b][b][i]Much better[/i][/b][/color]. She thought. 

She followed her team upwards, grabbing a handful of coins as they neared the top. Using her tongue, she shifted the cotton tufts in her mouth till she tasted the one she wanted. Sour. Her magic triggered.

Tayla released the coins, letting the coins newly applied momentum launch them towards the opening above. Anyone waiting there would be in for a nasty surprise...