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Iron Ranger wrote:
Turok and the mutes ascend the narrow steps back to the kitchen. They emerge and see a breathtaking aquamarine light pouring in shafts through the 2 broken out high windows above and bathing the burned out chapel beyond.
"What sort of magic is this?" Turok says out loud...Himself a little in awe of the light, Turok observes the mutes to make sure they are holding up. He quickly scans the area for signs of trouble. Holding the warclub in one hand and the metal rod in the other, he attempts to move closer to the door to outside.
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The mutes are transfixed by the hue. Turok is not impeded inmoving to the burnt out doorway and standing in it sees through the open ceiling of the chapel the entire sky is alight in the aquamarine glow, all ice clouds moved past.
Off to the west just over the treeline peak is the breathtaking rise of Selene.
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[ Are the mutes directly affected by the moon at this time? AND How long will the moon be up / visible?]
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[Only Turok has a line of sight on Selene from the doorway.]
[Turok would not have reason to anticipate any affect of Selene on mutes.]
[Selene stays at 35 degrees, so it's going to ride the crest of that treeline until the hillrise off to the northwest, unless more clouds move in.]
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Motioning to the mutes, Turok points to the burnt doorway and gives a "this way" shake of the head.
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The mutes nod and come to doorway, and at once spy the floating form of Selene.
A sudden quaking grips them both. They drop their packs to the cold stone and writhe where they stand, both in agony as they claw to remove their leather coats. Both of their small physiques ripple as bones snap and sinews rip. Silent screams of agony erupt from their gaping mouths as their heads contort into elongated snouts with deep embedded fangs. Delicate hands once clung to torch and dagger now gnarled clawed talons of death!
At last, their panting evens and their murderous eyes stare violently up at the Shaman!
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Tillak readies his weapons. "Come, Narhill. Let us discover what lies beyond." Tillak moves to investigate, hopefully with Narhill following him.
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{ WIP ... still thinking of a good response to this, I don't want to it be mediocre... ]
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Tillak squeezes through the crawlspace out into the cellar. The strong odor of long unwashed men still lingers on the air. Whoever was here only recently left.
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What does Tillak see?
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The cellar is the same as he remembers it. 3 wooden racks now sparsely filled with dusty green bottles. Broken bottles scattered about the floor. But now a large frozen hound carcass near the crawspace entrance, another at foot of stair to kitchen. The half eaten wolf hide near the once hastily built and extinguished firepit across the room remains.
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Iron Ranger wrote:
The mutes nod and come to doorway, and at once spy the floating form of Selene.
A sudden quaking grips them both. They drop their packs to the cold stone and writhe where they stand, both in agony as they claw to remove their leather coats. Both of their small physiques ripple as bones snap and sinews rip. Silent screams of agony erupt from their gaping mouths as their heads contort into elongated snouts with deep embedded fangs. Delicate hands once clung to torch and dagger now gnarled clawed talons of death!
At last, their panting evens and their murderous eyes stare violently up at the Shaman!
Turok's eyes are agape at the mutes transformation...Skinwalkers! ... Here?
Are the mutes afflicted with the Curse? Or was it self induced?
How could this happen? Turok's eyes glance up to Selene...perhaps this is the reason for their change.
Perhaps if they were not in the beams of the moon goddess?
Turok reasons that perhaps the spirits might help him somehow influence the pair.
Turok grasps the totem and appeals to the spirits to help him...
"Back into the building...now...the spirits command you!" Turok speaks with an authoritative voice.
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The Wolf-mutes' slavering razor jaws snap as they cower at the totem, both clearly compelled by its ancient potency, and back step by step into the kitchen behind them.
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Turok follows them, totem in hand, hopefully being out of Selene's light will at least make them manageable.
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Tillak hears a rabid commotion upstairs:
The howling of wolves and a thunderous voice of man, "Back into the building...now...the spirits command you!"