@EVERYONE
Back at Clays table the imp retuned with a small ‘pop’ of shadows. It startled clay and caused him to drop his bottle.
The small creature looked hurt and exhausted but in its hands it held a long thin dagger, as requested.
Upon initial viewing it was clear this was no ordinary dagger. It exude a menacing and vile aura. The imps were dark creatures but something about this dagger was far darker than they were. It’s intentions were pure malice and death.
The imp quickly toss it to Clay who momentarily admired it before handing it over to the fox masked lady. ”Huh, looks like it can get other things.” he said slightly amused but equally nonchalant. Before he could command it to get him another drink the demonic little creature flew off and settled behind the Naga.
A chill breeze swept through the tavern. Breaths soon turned mist, ice crystals formed in settled liquid. The fire dwindled and died against the plummeting drop in temperature.
Emerging from the darkest corners of the ceiling and walls, sinister, spectral figures robed in darkness emerged. One after another they came forth. They had no visual features or appendages, except for their glowing red eyes. Eyes that radiated with a clear malevolence and disdain for the living.
They circled the tavern swooping amongst the patrons effortlessly with an agile speed, spreading an empty coldness in their wake.
[[TAVERN EVENT- !Wraiths invade the tavern!]]