[ That relief is echoed in Winter’s own expression, which is probably twice as odd, but it’s a short-lived thing with the sounds of a battle raging behind them. ]
I bet you would.
[ Like the minotaur back. He would too, honestly. But there’s no time for that now. The others will only fare so well on their own, with two of them currently out of the picture. He glances back to see how things are going, and sees one of the creature’s eyes swivel around to focus on them. Apparently, the spectator is not so keen to take all its eyes off Winter and Astarion, even with a raging tiefling suddenly up in its face.
And when that eye starts to glow an angry red, Winter’s stomach drops. He does the only thing he can think of doing – he moves himself in front of Astarion and then…
Then he asks for help.
He doesn’t often turn to his patron for some kind of direct intervention, mostly because he usually has everything he needs, and in part because he doesn’t think they quite understand the intricacies of human problems. This time, though, the sentiment is a simple one. Please, just get them out of here.
fine. says something in the back of his head, incomprehensible and easy to understand all at once. just this once, and not again until you’re ready.
That’s enough for him. The air around warlock and vampire shimmers, and they wink out of being just as a beam of light lances through the space where they once were. A split second later, they reappear some sixty feet away, right next to a very startled Shadowheart. ]
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I bet you would.
[ Like the minotaur back. He would too, honestly. But there’s no time for that now. The others will only fare so well on their own, with two of them currently out of the picture. He glances back to see how things are going, and sees one of the creature’s eyes swivel around to focus on them. Apparently, the spectator is not so keen to take all its eyes off Winter and Astarion, even with a raging tiefling suddenly up in its face.
And when that eye starts to glow an angry red, Winter’s stomach drops. He does the only thing he can think of doing – he moves himself in front of Astarion and then…
Then he asks for help.
He doesn’t often turn to his patron for some kind of direct intervention, mostly because he usually has everything he needs, and in part because he doesn’t think they quite understand the intricacies of human problems. This time, though, the sentiment is a simple one. Please, just get them out of here.
fine. says something in the back of his head, incomprehensible and easy to understand all at once. just this once, and not again until you’re ready.
That’s enough for him. The air around warlock and vampire shimmers, and they wink out of being just as a beam of light lances through the space where they once were. A split second later, they reappear some sixty feet away, right next to a very startled Shadowheart. ]