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"Mushrooms"need to get mushrooms." Really should have remembered to get those earlier. Grumbling she took a bucket from near the refuse dump and set it below the head of their tanked orc. Cleaver in hand, one swing set their dinner broth flowing before she turned and took up her peacoat. "Heading to the Market, be back later!" She called to let her voice echo through their corner of the "Combs".
Like a specter she drifted through the dark corridors to stop below a grate somewhere close to Plaza De Troyes. Eyes scan around briefly before her corporeal body fell away to a light fog of the faintest green. Spiraling up through the pry holes in the sealed man-hole her consciousness filled the fog and looked down upon it all at once. Drifting quietly her essence slipped free of the underground and traversed the pavement to slip into the mouth of a narrow mouthed alley.
Willing herself to condense and solidify, Myra reformed just inside the entrance with only a minor problem. Looking down she found her coat on backwards. "I swear"there's always something.? Worming her way from the coat, she righted the error when a peculiar scent came to her nostrils. Undead to be sure, but something was odd. Sniffing, Myra craned her neck to peer towards the back of the alley when a faint growl came from above. She wasn't given the chance to look when impossibly strong hands jerked her from her feet, blood slashing across the bricks as her scream is cut off.
(this is open to play off of ))]
"Mushrooms"need to get mushrooms." Really should have remembered to get those earlier. Grumbling she took a bucket from near the refuse dump and set it below the head of their tanked orc. Cleaver in hand, one swing set their dinner broth flowing before she turned and took up her peacoat. "Heading to the Market, be back later!" She called to let her voice echo through their corner of the "Combs".
Like a specter she drifted through the dark corridors to stop below a grate somewhere close to Plaza De Troyes. Eyes scan around briefly before her corporeal body fell away to a light fog of the faintest green. Spiraling up through the pry holes in the sealed man-hole her consciousness filled the fog and looked down upon it all at once. Drifting quietly her essence slipped free of the underground and traversed the pavement to slip into the mouth of a narrow mouthed alley.
Willing herself to condense and solidify, Myra reformed just inside the entrance with only a minor problem. Looking down she found her coat on backwards. "I swear"there's always something.? Worming her way from the coat, she righted the error when a peculiar scent came to her nostrils. Undead to be sure, but something was odd. Sniffing, Myra craned her neck to peer towards the back of the alley when a faint growl came from above. She wasn't given the chance to look when impossibly strong hands jerked her from her feet, blood slashing across the bricks as her scream is cut off.
(this is open to play off of ))]