[never mind, she doesn't get to finish, because they get to view a memory!
...
You awaken on the floor, amidst a pile of books. There's nothing unusual about it -- it's a fine place to nap, and there's something comforting about the smell of old paper. But something's wrong. Someone's in your house. You rise to your feet and face them.
"Thieves..." You begin casting a spell, the air around you glowing as red particles gather, then take form as a magic circle. "...Begone!"
You throw a fireball at one of the offenders, a young boy no older than Mabel. He screams and crumples as he's hit by the spell, alive, but burnt.
W3 - TUESDAY
Hey Mollymauk, have you noticed something weird--
[never mind, she doesn't get to finish, because they get to view a memory!
...
You awaken on the floor, amidst a pile of books. There's nothing unusual about it -- it's a fine place to nap, and there's something comforting about the smell of old paper. But something's wrong. Someone's in your house. You rise to your feet and face them.
"Thieves..." You begin casting a spell, the air around you glowing as red particles gather, then take form as a magic circle. "...Begone!"
You throw a fireball at one of the offenders, a young boy no older than Mabel. He screams and crumples as he's hit by the spell, alive, but burnt.
A man steps forward, sword drawn, blocking your way with the blade as if anticipating an escape. "If you can pull tricks like that, why'd you bother skipping town back in Zaphias?"
"Huh? Skipping town? Why would I need to do that?"
"For stealing the core of a blastia from the lower quarter of the capital. What else?"
"What? You're calling me a thief. Have you ever heard of common sense?"
"Sure."
"So you break into a home, call the owner a thief, and wave a sword in their face. What the hell kind of sense is that!?"
...
and they're back!]