[ G'raha, unfortunately, does not have soulsight, leaving the fog as the perfect blanket for nefarious activities only a few yalms away. But his ears are keen and the strange stillness of the realm does mean that sound does travel. It's enough to make him pause.
He narrows his eyes, looking down the road. It is dark...too dark and too far for G'raha to make anything discernible. There's a pause in his ministrations before he allows the spell to die entirely. Making himself less visible seems preferable all of a sudden.
G'raha steps further off the road, allowing a ditch to help conceal him a bit further. He draws closer, slowly and as quietly as he can to see if it's merely his mind playing tricks on him...or worse, that thing has found him again.
Yet as he does, another rumble shakes the ground--somehow it feels shallower. And closer.
Even further in the field, something looms, a heaviness in an already bleak night.
Despite his efforts and innate dexterity provided by genetics, he is no match to a group more familiar with the area. Triangulating around him doesn't take long and G'raha ears the cocking of another gun before a voice calls out to him seemingly from no where. ]
Get your hands up where we can see 'em.
[ Ah. Lovely.
G'raha pauses, sighing lightly, before raising his hands. He speaks evenly: ]
I'm unarmed.
[ A scoff. ]
Well that was your first mistake.
[ The group closes in--six...no, seven of them in total. Not ideal. ]
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He narrows his eyes, looking down the road. It is dark...too dark and too far for G'raha to make anything discernible. There's a pause in his ministrations before he allows the spell to die entirely. Making himself less visible seems preferable all of a sudden.
G'raha steps further off the road, allowing a ditch to help conceal him a bit further. He draws closer, slowly and as quietly as he can to see if it's merely his mind playing tricks on him...or worse, that thing has found him again.
Yet as he does, another rumble shakes the ground--somehow it feels shallower. And closer.
Even further in the field, something looms, a heaviness in an already bleak night.
Despite his efforts and innate dexterity provided by genetics, he is no match to a group more familiar with the area. Triangulating around him doesn't take long and G'raha ears the cocking of another gun before a voice calls out to him seemingly from no where. ]
Get your hands up where we can see 'em.
[ Ah. Lovely.
G'raha pauses, sighing lightly, before raising his hands. He speaks evenly: ]
I'm unarmed.
[ A scoff. ]
Well that was your first mistake.
[ The group closes in--six...no, seven of them in total. Not ideal. ]