Drakador_Chaos LeftHandofGod
The Gargoyle appears to be practically made of psychic resonance, every atom of it's stony body is suffused with the stuff, it does not appear to have been human, and indeed Nurian detects that there are torn metal pegs on the bottom of it's feet, indicating that it was probably affixed somewhere. The bolt of plasma passes cleanly through it's forehead, leaving a red glowing hole, and the gargoyle's neck grinds downward to look at Velkas, it rises up onto all fours and begins to make it's way ponderously along the rooftop, still staring down at them impassively. Blak scowls and grabs the barrel of Velkas's rifle, pulling it down.
"By Sol, are you even trying to maintain a low profile here?"
boombox
There is nothing, merely the cobbled street stretching away in both directions, there is a distant rumble of thunder, and the clouds begin to blacken, then they hear another report, though it is no thunderclap this time, it is the sound of a rifle, and it is joined by others...
Fort_Master_Gustav
"Morn' town 'all be yer best bet, tis up thar."
He asks several people, and the answers he gets are similar, they direct him to the town hall, where he entered the town not long ago. He finds himself unnerved however, and just as he is about to move off, the sky blackens, and he hears the distant rumble of thunder, along with the taste of static in the air... then there is a scream, followed by panicked shouts, and he sees the waters of the harbour rising in a mound, fishing boats bobbing and capsizing, their crews jumping into the sea, water cascades off something huge, glistening, two mad blood red eyes blink at the quay, then the limbs, like whipcords the width of a man's torso, twisted like the furie's hair, lash out, stone and wood splintering and breaking, Merfolk appear from the "Palace", carrying weapons and shouting, the Queen is among them, flanked by four merfolk in golden armour, then there is the report of rifles, a detachment of town guard have made a firing line at the end of the main street, and are laying down musket fire as the townsfolk and fishers run past them...
