The next hours bring an end to the storm, replaced by the steady pattering of rain on the barn's roof. Dreams of a dark city with looming walls haunt your sleep. You wake to the sound of muffled whispers. Peering up through the shadows you spot Many Colors perched on a rafter. You follow your old friend's gaze back to the ground, across the nearly extinguished fire. There you see Endra squatted down over a restless figure. Rikard's face is ashy and covered in a sheen of sweat. Eyes closed, the warrior mutters something unintelligible.  

"Rikard,"Endra whispers. She reaches to grasp him by the arm. "Rikard, wake up."

From under the man's heavy cloak, something slips out. At first it appears like his other arm or...something like one. You squint, trying to make sense of what you're seeing. A grey, slimy tentacle lies next to the man's body which suddenly thrashes to one side, knocking Endra to her rear.

[i]Hissss![/i]

Rikard's eyes open, but the piercing blue which had been there before is gone, clouded over with a dull, milky sheen. He bares his teeth at the woman and, again, an awful hiss passes his blue lips. 

Endra's gaze widens in shock and her body freezes there on the ground. In an instant, Rikard is leaping to his knees, arm and tentacle outsrtetched for his companion. 


[hider=My Hider]
Roll for initiative.
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