[Wherever Cyllene happens to be tonight, she will meet one of her teammates, though perhaps not in the usual sense of the word.
Henry lands in front of her, skidding to a stop on his side, face twisted up in a scowl. It's as though he's been thrown by something, and if she levels her gaze upwards, she might see who the culprit is.
There, in the vague distance, stands what can only be described as a creature. Undead-looking, writhing with vines and scarred skin; it looks humanoid enough, though it clearly isn't. Its silhouette is very much defined by a large left hand, which is adorned with long, sharp claws. Its eyes glow golden.
It walks forward, closer, as Henry is trying to pull himself back up to his feet.]
day 75 night, shadow event
Henry lands in front of her, skidding to a stop on his side, face twisted up in a scowl. It's as though he's been thrown by something, and if she levels her gaze upwards, she might see who the culprit is.
There, in the vague distance, stands what can only be described as a creature. Undead-looking, writhing with vines and scarred skin; it looks humanoid enough, though it clearly isn't. Its silhouette is very much defined by a large left hand, which is adorned with long, sharp claws. Its eyes glow golden.
It walks forward, closer, as Henry is trying to pull himself back up to his feet.]