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[h2][color=darkorchid][i][b]Victoria Belmont[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=9932cc]Half-Elf, Bard, Level 3[/color][/b][/i]
[color=9932cc][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 23 / 23	[color=9932cc][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 15	[color=9932cc][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=9932cc][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Silversmith's Shop, P17
[color=9932cc][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Casting [i]Dissonant Whispers[/i]
[color=9932cc][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] [color=black]Morty[/color]
[color=9932cc][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A 
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	This was not a fight that they needed right now. They weren't ready. Ill-equipped, if what they suspected was correct, if even the Constable was involved. but none of that mattered in the face of what had become a direct attack. Victoria didn't have a lot on information on what was going on at first, but just as soon as the door came open, things became obvious. The Bard had just earlier opted to slide her violin off of her back, with the idea being to use it as a casting focus if the worst was coming to pass as her dagger, however utilitarian and useful it might be, was simply not the tool for this job. 

	Even braced for an inevitable fight, Victoria was startled when Cavendish readily got through the door. He hadn't quite entered yet when Victoria drew her bow over the strings of her preferred instrument. It was a single note held solidly for half of its span, growing ragged around its apex and fading into quiet discord. As the sound of the violin abated, it was replaced with a whispered chant from Victoria's lips, her melodic voice both beautiful and eerily unsettling. Simultaneously, Cavendish began to look around himself fearfully, trying desperately to cover his ears without dropping his hammer, regardless of the fact that stifling his hearing did nothing to help the whispers echoing inside of his head, bouncing about and doing harm to his psyche. He stumbled back down the short few steps in front of the door, grunting and hunched over in reaction to the unwelcome presence of what sounded like lost souls hissed promises of death and madness eternal within the confines of his mind. 

	More keenly aware of what was going on outside now, Victoria issued a mental command to Morty, still outside, altering his standing orders. To the observer on the street, nothing changed with the preternaturally still, burlap wrapped beast. The poor, dead bastard was merely waiting for its trigger before it would leap into action. 

	[color=gold]NOTE: Cavendish is now at [u][b]L16[/b][/u].[/color]

[@rivaan] - Kosara is up next. Huzzah!