[ Avert your eyes? Even briefly, that's the last thing G'raha wants to do. Everything this man has done thus far has been wondrous! But curious as he is, he does as he is asked out of respect alone.
Oh how he wishes he hadn't. G'raha can see a reflection of some sort of warm light on the floor, feel the shift in the aether around them, but he cannot interpret the nature of this spell until he gauges the reactions of the criminals. G'raha frowns slightly, peeking between the stokes of the railing.
They are...terrified. Absolutely terrified.
G'raha spares a glance at his accomplice, catching the gentle glow. He interprets the shake of his head as one should, but--goodness. To create illusions that only a few can see is a powerful ability indeed. ]
I fear my contribution will be considerably less impressive.
[ He says quietly as he moves to stand as well. G'raha considers for a moment--they are frozen in place, almost afraid to move. Mayhaps all they need is a little more incentive. He should not have left his staff in his room, but alas. The spell will be less refined, but as long as he can control it enough to reach its intended destination, then all should be well.
G'raha pulls back, concentrating as a swirl of aether spins around him like a personal whirlwind. A glow of purple at his feet and warm orange at his hand. It only takes a few seconds before he turns to throw that orange orb out like a pitcher, sending it flying above the row of wide eyes. An explosion of fire lights the entire area like daylight and he shouts in his most commanding "Exarch" voice-- ]
Leave! Or face your doom!
[ Whatever has manifested in their minds has become an inferno. A series of shouts and scrambles quickly follows as the other two make a run for it. Davey stumbles backwards, raising his gun like he is going to shoot the empty space before muttering fuck! fuck! under his breath and follows his companions.
A few embers fall to the ground as the light dissipates, threatening the integrity of the already dilapidated motel. G'raha makes his way quickly down the stairs to snuff them out. ]
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Oh how he wishes he hadn't. G'raha can see a reflection of some sort of warm light on the floor, feel the shift in the aether around them, but he cannot interpret the nature of this spell until he gauges the reactions of the criminals. G'raha frowns slightly, peeking between the stokes of the railing.
They are...terrified. Absolutely terrified.
G'raha spares a glance at his accomplice, catching the gentle glow. He interprets the shake of his head as one should, but--goodness. To create illusions that only a few can see is a powerful ability indeed. ]
I fear my contribution will be considerably less impressive.
[ He says quietly as he moves to stand as well. G'raha considers for a moment--they are frozen in place, almost afraid to move. Mayhaps all they need is a little more incentive. He should not have left his staff in his room, but alas. The spell will be less refined, but as long as he can control it enough to reach its intended destination, then all should be well.
G'raha pulls back, concentrating as a swirl of aether spins around him like a personal whirlwind. A glow of purple at his feet and warm orange at his hand. It only takes a few seconds before he turns to throw that orange orb out like a pitcher, sending it flying above the row of wide eyes. An explosion of fire lights the entire area like daylight and he shouts in his most commanding "Exarch" voice-- ]
Leave! Or face your doom!
[ Whatever has manifested in their minds has become an inferno. A series of shouts and scrambles quickly follows as the other two make a run for it. Davey stumbles backwards, raising his gun like he is going to shoot the empty space before muttering fuck! fuck! under his breath and follows his companions.
A few embers fall to the ground as the light dissipates, threatening the integrity of the already dilapidated motel. G'raha makes his way quickly down the stairs to snuff them out. ]