[ as he approaches the upper landing, the chanting grows louder: it's not in english, or any language he's heard before. there's a quality to it that's a great deal like water, and the man in rich blue robes with a shaved head covered in tattoos waves his hands in majestic sweeps as he recites the words, playing the distant whirlpool like a conductor.
in front of him, at the edge of the lighthouse, bound and gagged, with tears streaking her eyes, is a terrified looking woman, staring wide-eyed out at the sea and struggling against her bonds.
the man crit failed his listen check, so he doesn't hear david's approach. getting closer to him slowly would take a move silently check... if you want to know how to do other types of actions, just ping me! ]
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in front of him, at the edge of the lighthouse, bound and gagged, with tears streaking her eyes, is a terrified looking woman, staring wide-eyed out at the sea and struggling against her bonds.
the man crit failed his listen check, so he doesn't hear david's approach. getting closer to him slowly would take a move silently check... if you want to know how to do other types of actions, just ping me! ]