Café de Nuit

In the moment Jamethon eats the belladonna berries...

Suddenly, the house is shaken, like from an earthquake...

The ground under you trembles...

You hear the sounds of breaking wood and corosing stone...

Books fall down from the cupboards, and all in the main room of the house can hear a squeezing sound, and then whimpering from directly beneath their feet...

Afterwards, it's quiet again...

Though those looking out of the windows might notice that the stars and the moon now shine from a slightly different angle...

And the sound of the nightbirds is now lower than before...

"Selune's tears! What was that?"

Shana will look frantically around, then eye the area, suspicious at the changes. She focuses briefly on her surroundings, attempting to discern any illusions. With a slight frown, she relaxes allowing the spring of magic within to flow out ahead of her, seeking any similar swirls in the weave. Slowly, she begins to explore the house a second time, senses extended

[Sweep the are with Detect Magic]

Brethana jumps up and looks around, goes to look outside .....

Alain startles from his sleep in the cozy chair.
"Wha...!"He gives with a yelp. He grabs the chair arms in an attempt to steady himself, but to no avail, the actual house is shaking. And then it stops.
Alain sits there in his chair, tense with his white knuckled fingers digging into the arms of the chair.

Jamethon raises his head and looks about .His movements are stiff and slow. He rises uneasily, looking pale as death, then stumbles up the stairs.

OOC: As near as I can tell Roland was still down in the basement when all of this went down (so to speak), so here goes:

IC: "Hey! Those are poison--" Roland barks as he sees Jamethon eat the berries, starting toward him.

The earth-tremor knocks him off his feet, and he drops sunrod and pistol while throwing out his arms for balance. Scrambling around the floor, he grabs them up just in time to see Jamethon go up the stairs.

"Hey! You shouldn't have eaten those," he says, hurrying after Jamethon. "You'll make yourself sick. At best. I've got something in my chest that'll help--we should do something before you get any worse. You're already a little peaked."

The house shakes again, like if a giant would hold it in its hands...

Furniture flies through the room, and the window glass explode...

Nobody can stand on his or her feet any more...

And, then, with a lusting cry, something breaks through the house's front door...



All who have already seen the female vampire will immediately recognize her...

OOC: Er...Roland is still downstairs, right? So he doesn't see this happen--just hears it?

Nathan of the FoS wrote:OOC: Er...Roland is still downstairs, right? So he doesn't see this happen--just hears it?

[Exactly - downstairs, everything is shaking as well...]

George, still in the living room and probably now almost face-to-face with the creature, jumps to his feet as well as possilble and draws his dagger, shouting frantically:

"Everyone upstairs! It's in the house!"

Brethana having been close to the window as she was sitting , jumps up, her Great Sword had been in her hands but lazily laying across her leg, brandishes it and tries to impale the foul creature, growling and spitting, her eyes going wild , seeming to grow before everyones eyes,,,

Shana picks herself up at George's cry and leaps up the stairs, gaping in horror at the snarling vampire, then muttering a spell.

With a flourish, Roland steps into the room, stake in one hand, the other emitting a bolt of light that barely misses the Vampire's leaping form.

[Silent Image/Ghost Sound to produce a tempting distraction... and a bit of wish fulfilment ]

OOC: ! to kintire's gambit... Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

IC: Hearing the vampire's cry as she bursts into the house, Roland freezes, then goes white. Looking around the almost-bare cellar, he climbs into the coffin, makes to pull the lid over himself, then apparently thinks better of it and climbs out, all the while looking fearfully at the stairs to the upper level. Desperate, now, he goes over the walls again, poking, prodding, and pushing, hoping (surely irrationally) that there might be a door to somewhere else--anywhere else--to be found. As he goes he mutters, over and over, "Please, Dru. Not the dollies. Not the dollies, Dru."

Brethana will notice that she doesn't see the famring ground outside any more, just thick mists...

Then the house shakes again, making you all tumble around like dolls...

The vampire is caught off guard by the new earthquake and falls somewhere off sight, into the house's stairway...

Roland's image floats through the living room in the meantime, causing even more trouble and confusion...

In the meantime, the real Roland has found a narrow trapdoor and might very well pull it open...

Wind blows against him, making Roland loose balance and tumble through the cellar again...

Beneath him, through the door, empty sky... The ground with golden corm fields, far downside...


The house... Is floating high in the air!!!

Rafael wrote:
The house... Is floating high in the air!!!

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I think we're not in Kansas anymore, Toto.