The Wraith is facing off with the Shamrocks’ Meta Warlord in their hideout. He is surprised to find out that it is a woman. The hideout has a greenhouse in the back section of it and that is where they are facing off.
She smiles and makes no attempt to escape from The Wraith’s hold. Suddenly The Wraith feels vines wrapping around his legs, arms, chest and neck. He has been captured by vines as well. “
“I am Shillelagh, the Meta Warlord of the Shamrocks.”
"Interesting name. Even more interesting outfit," The Wraith replied. "Unfortunately, you've planted roots in the wrong town, woman. You and your minions must leave town immediately, or everything you're trying to grasp will simply--disappear."
The Wraith teleported behind Shillelagh, into the shadows of some other plants. Shillelagh smiles, “Two can play this game” and she disappeared. The Wraith smashed out the skylights over where he had last seen her. He watches the falling glass to see if you can spot her or see if the glass cut her. He saw nothing which would tell her where she is.
Within his hiding spot he waits for her next move. She doesn’t attack. “Maybe I was able to disorient her with the falling glass or maybe she doesn’t want to move because walking on the glass would give her presence away?” He looked about the green house trying to spot her and fails. [GM Note: Fail detect hidden roll]
An eerie silence falls over the greenhouse as the two hidden adversaries plot their next move.
< Due Date: May 7th, Actions, Goal, Reply>
OOC: Yeah, I was afraid of this. When I heard "Shillelagh," I figured I'd be looking at a tank-type character with a big club. But Gamemasters are notorious for throwing curve balls...
IC: "Interesting name. Even more interesting outfit," The Wraith replies. "Unfortunately, you've planted roots in the wrong town, woman. You and your minions must leave town immediately, or everything you're trying to grasp will simply--disappear."
And with that, The Wraith will teleport behind Shillelagh, preferably into the shadows of some other plants. If he has any movement left, he'll begin smashing out the skylights over her head to disorient/distract her.
Patrolling The Streets,
Greg
