[center]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center][table][row][/row][row][cell] [h2][color=00aeef][i][b]Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=00aeef]Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 05[/color][/b][/i] [color=00aeef][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 24 / 40 [color=00aeef][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 16 [color=00aeef][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A [color=00aeef][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Meeting Spot [color=00aeef][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Sending Stone [color=00aeef][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] Summon Astral Arms (save: 13, dmg: 6) [color=00aeef][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] Mild Panic [color=00aeef][i][b]Ki:[/b][/i][/color] 4/5 [/cell][cell] [right][img]https://i.imgur.com/j0Vz324.png[/img][/right] [/cell][/row][/table][center]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center] BlackBerry scowled at the cackling menace hoping and skipping back and forth across the snow. The moon then chose to flee behind clouds, abandoning BlackBerry and plunging the world into soft darkness. Another strike, this time the finger bones finding their way past his guard and into his stomach. With a gasping swear he tried to move back, to the side, anywhere to put some distance between them both, but the creature was dancing, giddy with glee upon his toes. More crimson flowers bloomed upon snow and were quickly churned by the dancers movements. "No. This is just an experiment." The creatures cackle slipped between red stained finger tips. BlackBerry could lash out, to down the threat before it took him out. Currently he was getting his arse handed to him with every strike whittling him down bit by bit. But the beast could still have important hints or information for them to use. An idea struck. He was out here, alone, in the cold with no weaponry, but he did however know someone who did. BlackBerry gave up the guard and instead dove into his pocket to fish out the curious little rock with face almost as if it were wincing at its owners fight. [color=00aeef]"Oh come now, you are no fun."[/color] BlackBerry growled small puffs of smoke into the frigid air. [color=00aeef]"Let us not be so coy. All this trouble and for what?"[/color] He delved into his pool of power sitting at his core and pulled it into the world. Fire burst outwards from his shoulders, it lunged and rolled across the vile beast in front of him before lurching back and coalescing back into his faithful fiery limbs. But with that all said, and noting the vile had deftly side step the astral flames, BlackBerry then spoke to the little rock with slightly more desperation than he meant to let on. [color=00aeef]"We have a Guest. To the South, rendezvous point."[/color] Clearly the wine had affected him more than he realised. --- Jon, meanwhile was suffering a fate worse than death watching his employers niece lead a group of Adventurers into his previous employers private study. Jon took a quick swig of wine in honour the late Arnaurd L'Rose, and more importantly to steady himself. Annick had mentioned something had been wrong about this place for long time and Jon right now wondered if maybe the crazy old bat (by the gods he hoped she couldn't read minds) was onto something. The rumours and signs he had seen of something wondering around barefoot came quickly to mind but now he wondered if there was something more going on? Emboldened by a health amount of worry, and an even healthier amount of wine which was then topped up by another mouthful, he followed after the others. "Now now lets not be too hasty Miss L'Rose." He said in the brief moment of relief the site of the closed iron door gave. "Your fellow BlackBerry was always saying you all were a good lot. Maybe we should let the professionals deal with this and we go get your Aunt, yeah?" He suggested with a vain hope of not being ignored a second time. Even as he said this though his feet moved of their own accord following after everyone into the hidden study, either through morbid curiosity or simply not wanting to be left on his own Jon would never admit to either. "Oh" Jon pointed dumbly at the sarcophagus.