Raz

Re: Crowd computing

... and how the mental curtains open. And much like an inexperienced actor on stage, Raz slightly jerks and stumbles backwards from the sudden and way too intense light welcoming him. So many spirits! So much movement! So little natural barriers between them. The clarity Raz had hoped for, does not come, and instead he feels more blinded than before. Resigning, he disconnects himself from the ground again, and trots back to the group. While he had not learned much from his efforts, there is no time to waste anyway, and the expecting looks on his comrades faces give him at least a small boost of -- admittedly false -- confidence. Mentally shrugging, he nods to the others instead and leads them as good as he can.

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When they finally leave the crowd behind, Raz feels relief. Who knows what it would cost them to waste so much time by passing through the ant hill. Yet, he also feels watched, now that they are so open, and soon his premonition becomes real as mages appear. He was already reaching for the short bow which he would possibly be able to shoot from horseback, but then Gryphon just dismisses their efforts with ease and confidence. For a few precious moments, Raz cools down, getting slightly lulled in from Arimart's explanations; while their content is of no big interest of the shifter, just listening to the Knight eases him slightly. That is, until Arimart is suddenly disrupted by some message, he would rely, but ...

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Re: The Karrnath-Gate-Affair

... "They know we're here!" He says lowly, more to himself than anyone in particular, although at least Gryphon would hear them. If they know we're here, it's not a matter of getting through unseen anymore... Just if we can get through, at all. The gate closes slowly... If I could... He speaks quickly to Gryphon in front of him, clearly an announcement to be relayed to the group. "We need to get through this one, now! I'll try to jam it to buy us time!" He slips from the back of the still moving horse, slightly hissing as he feels pain getting through a slightly torn ankle. He reaches for a small pouch under his cloak and quickly empties it into the air, sending out a small cloud of ashes. Mumbling a few words and reaching for the smoke with his open hand, he draws it upon himself and engulfs in it to become one with his surroundings. "See you on the other side." he says as he passes the horses and hustles towards the gate. He knows well that his way lies madness, as he needs to pass the two groups, but there is not time to think about it -- or for the intricate plans that start to form in just the wrong moments. He reaches into his quiver with his right, and chooses one of the few, oh so valuable arrows that feel slightly different to the touch, marked to not waste them in the wrong moment. His left however, goes for a few coins in his coat, smaller currency, usually used to pay beggars or urchins. Keeping his bow stashed, he tries to zig zag through the guards to get to the inside, trying to identify whoever operates the mechanism, throwing a few coins to distract them, rush past them and stick the unbreakable arrow in between the big, rumbling block and tackle, hopefully bringing the door to a stop for a moment -- and letting the person operating it believe the reason to be their own missing attention.

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Using pass without trace for the advantage. Stealth is at +6.
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