- Influence
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Silvertongue had just wrapped up a performance at a local restaurant, and he bowed as the gathered beasts clapped half heartedly. "Thank you, thank you all!" He said with a smile. There was a rumble of thunder in the distance as he finished up. Dark storm clouds had been lingering in the skies all day, and the first few droplets of rain were being felt. Silvertongue frowned. He needed to get home, quickly. He collected what little gilders he had earned from his work and he quickly headed out of the restaurant. Hurrying down the street, Silvertongue slipped the gilders into his pocket.
There were a number of beasts pursuing him. Subtly, of course, but still- Silvertongue could feel their eyes on him. He slipped into an alleyway, hoping to lose them, only to see three forms block off his escape.
"Ah. You know, it's my own fault for walking myself into a dead end. What can I do for you beasts?" Silvertongue turned to face the beasts.
A stoat, a rat, and a weasel had cornered him. They said nothing in response to Silvertongue's question. The stoat and weasel stepped forward, knives gleaming in their paws.
"Perhaps, you're just upset because you missed my show? No worries, I do love my audience." Taking his lute in paw, Silvertongue began to strum the strings. Slowly at first, but quickly picking up speech. A strange blue aura started to manifest from Silvertongue's paws, with small, sharp-looking music notes starting to spin around his waist.
"Ye bleedin' idiots, don't let 'im finish dat spell!" The rat stepped forward, raising a hand crossbow and firing it at Silvertongue.
Silvertongue threw his paw out, and the music notes whistled through the air, slamming into the three beasts and sending them flying back. There was a sharp, twisting pain in his stomach, and Silvertongue looked down to see the crossbow bolt had hit it's mark, right in his gut.
Silvertongue felt as if he would faint. Looking up, it seemed he had managed to knock his attackers out. He gripped the bolt, wanting to yank it out, but he felt his strength failing him. With another crack of thunder, the rain started in earnest, now.
Silvertongue half walked, half limped out of the alley, leaving his assailants unconscious in the road. Home. He needed to get home. He kept walking, blood seeping into his gloved paw. The streets were empty, there wasn't a beast to be seen around.
Slumping down against a wall, Silvertongue yanked the arrow out with a grimace. He shakily grabbed his lute, plucking weakly at the strings. A soft green aura emanated from his paws, and smaller, softer notes tumbled forth. This did little more than dull some of the pain. He didn't have the energy to properly cast the healing magic he so desperately needed, so he sat his lute aside, grimacing and placing his paw over his wound once more.
"If the Saints are listening... I sure could use some help right now..." Silvertongue said with a grimace.
There were a number of beasts pursuing him. Subtly, of course, but still- Silvertongue could feel their eyes on him. He slipped into an alleyway, hoping to lose them, only to see three forms block off his escape.
"Ah. You know, it's my own fault for walking myself into a dead end. What can I do for you beasts?" Silvertongue turned to face the beasts.
A stoat, a rat, and a weasel had cornered him. They said nothing in response to Silvertongue's question. The stoat and weasel stepped forward, knives gleaming in their paws.
"Perhaps, you're just upset because you missed my show? No worries, I do love my audience." Taking his lute in paw, Silvertongue began to strum the strings. Slowly at first, but quickly picking up speech. A strange blue aura started to manifest from Silvertongue's paws, with small, sharp-looking music notes starting to spin around his waist.
"Ye bleedin' idiots, don't let 'im finish dat spell!" The rat stepped forward, raising a hand crossbow and firing it at Silvertongue.
Silvertongue threw his paw out, and the music notes whistled through the air, slamming into the three beasts and sending them flying back. There was a sharp, twisting pain in his stomach, and Silvertongue looked down to see the crossbow bolt had hit it's mark, right in his gut.
Silvertongue felt as if he would faint. Looking up, it seemed he had managed to knock his attackers out. He gripped the bolt, wanting to yank it out, but he felt his strength failing him. With another crack of thunder, the rain started in earnest, now.
Silvertongue half walked, half limped out of the alley, leaving his assailants unconscious in the road. Home. He needed to get home. He kept walking, blood seeping into his gloved paw. The streets were empty, there wasn't a beast to be seen around.
Slumping down against a wall, Silvertongue yanked the arrow out with a grimace. He shakily grabbed his lute, plucking weakly at the strings. A soft green aura emanated from his paws, and smaller, softer notes tumbled forth. This did little more than dull some of the pain. He didn't have the energy to properly cast the healing magic he so desperately needed, so he sat his lute aside, grimacing and placing his paw over his wound once more.
"If the Saints are listening... I sure could use some help right now..." Silvertongue said with a grimace.