[Steele Street]

Wow.

Mister Reaper is really going full on Ghost Rider now, isn't he?

Which is probably just as well.

The spawn of Typhon that's approaching our heroes now is neither subtle nor kind.

There comes a sound of metal grinding against stone, a sound of rumbling thunder and brittle crunch of bones. Of death and terror. Of fury and destruction. A howling wind picks up, growing in intensity and power, whipping up dust and stones. Gas lamps flicker and bricks shudder. The ground quakes and the stones are split. And then, just as the strength of the storm is at its greatest-

Stillness.

A shock, perhaps, to those who aren't familiar with storms.

But to those that do know what the eye of a storm means, what comes next should come as little shock.

The storm serpent, a bus-sized abomination of metal scales and destructive wind and scouring lightning, appears in the middle of the street with a thunderclap. Several bolts of lightning licking out from the agonized faces that adorn its scales to strike down these foolish creatures that have interrupted its ongoing meal.


[Normal Escort Mission]

Ah.

How fortuitous.

It would appear as though the one they were following has come to them. No doubt so that the owner of this hovel might retrieve the rare items spoken of. Likely in the closet they now occupy. Neshi's voice falls to a bare whisper. "Be silent and still. I will render us unworthy of notice."

A simple enough thing.

The mind processes a deluge of information at all times and most of it is ignored as irrelevant. Typically two people standing in a locked closet would warrant notice but and invocation of Perception will reduce them to little more than unnoticeable background details unworthy of even being mentioned in the unfolding story.