war table: one giant leap.

[propulsion]

WHO: Intrepid heroes
WHAT: Forging a path to the second Crossroads Gate, and then poking it with sticks.
WHEN: Late Drakonis
WHERE: The Crossroads
NOTES: n/a

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[nonvenomous]

Exiled to the nearest section of the platform considered “safe,” with his arms folded stiff across his chest, Dick Dickerson looks on through the corruption seething through the stone between here and there and arches an eyebrow. It’s dead, yes, but not dissolved, or turned inside out, or otherwise mutilated.

In the beat it takes him to process this outcome, anyone in the right position might catch the way his pale eyes cut speculatively from the blighted nug to Teren herself. Hmm.

“Burn it.”

He doesn’t raise his voice, trusting she knows the routine for ghouls well-enough to recognize the shape of the words at a distance.

[doneisdone]

Though her expression doesn't change, Teren nods once and stoops to attend to the wretched creature, uncapping a little bottle of oil to pour over it. A bit of flint emerges from another pouch, which she clicks against a dagger until it sparks, igniting satisfactorily and prompting her to step back, arms crossed.

She looks over her shoulder, intent on keeping anyone from approaching while it burns.