Lottery Log
Who: Salazar and Dark Link
Where: Outside the Church
When: After the sermon.
What: Salazar tries to observe the Church and encounters someone else there.
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Having a voice speak inside his head was one thing he did not expect. Hearing it call out for power in that manner was insulting. There were people who disliked being powerless especially in a town such as this, true, but there were better ways of presenting that offer. More subtle, sinister ways.
He had to compliment them, however, for creating a situation such as this. It was one that would eventually trap everyone but the survivors. Salazar looked forward to seeing who would come out on top.
The wizard looked out of the window again and searched for signs of activity. It was difficult to see past the Church gates - some form of obscuring magic did this, no doubt - but outside of it were several hooded figures walking about. There was no pattern that he could see to their movements - at least, nothing that he could see from the third floor of a building close to the Church. No, he might have to go further up to recognize something.
A sound echoed in the corridor outside the room, close to the door. Salazar narrowed his eyes and stepped in the shadows, wondering how that person could have gotten past his basilisk hidden at the base of the building.
Where: Outside the Church
When: After the sermon.
What: Salazar tries to observe the Church and encounters someone else there.
again'>
Having a voice speak inside his head was one thing he did not expect. Hearing it call out for power in that manner was insulting. There were people who disliked being powerless especially in a town such as this, true, but there were better ways of presenting that offer. More subtle, sinister ways.
He had to compliment them, however, for creating a situation such as this. It was one that would eventually trap everyone but the survivors. Salazar looked forward to seeing who would come out on top.
The wizard looked out of the window again and searched for signs of activity. It was difficult to see past the Church gates - some form of obscuring magic did this, no doubt - but outside of it were several hooded figures walking about. There was no pattern that he could see to their movements - at least, nothing that he could see from the third floor of a building close to the Church. No, he might have to go further up to recognize something.
A sound echoed in the corridor outside the room, close to the door. Salazar narrowed his eyes and stepped in the shadows, wondering how that person could have gotten past his basilisk hidden at the base of the building.