[ They're not going to be anything approaching sneaky when they have to raise their voices in order to be heard over the gusting wings, but Thancred isn't all that concerned. They're here to confront and fight the monster, and if their loud voices attract it, then so be it.
At Stephen's question, Thancred's brow furrows and he shakes his head. He's fairly certain he would have noted some sort of glowing sigil, even among all of the writhing tentacles.
But what Stephen says next might explain things. Thancred takes a moment to let it sink in as he maneuvers his way through the rocky, snow-covered terrain. He does need to keep a close eye on where he's stepping to ensure he doesn't lose his footing and go tumbling back down the way they came. Oddly enough, Stephen seems to have done this sort of thing before himself. Being a doctor-slash-wizard must take you to some interesting locales. ]
Maybe that's why only you could see it, then? If it was summoned here as well, and has an arcana that matches yours—
[ He isn't given the chance to finish off that thought, however. The visibility is bad enough here that he's given little warning before a tentacle whips out from behind one of the rock formations ahead of them. The tentacle immediately curls itself around his arm and cinches down hard, intending to drag him up toward the rest of it.
Thancred doesn't waste any time, using his free arm to draw his gunblade from his back, which he cleaves down through the tentacle to cut himself free. The sliced off piece uncurls from his arm and falls into the snow, and up ahead he can barely make out the bulk of the Shuma-Gorath flailing in pain. ]
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At Stephen's question, Thancred's brow furrows and he shakes his head. He's fairly certain he would have noted some sort of glowing sigil, even among all of the writhing tentacles.
But what Stephen says next might explain things. Thancred takes a moment to let it sink in as he maneuvers his way through the rocky, snow-covered terrain. He does need to keep a close eye on where he's stepping to ensure he doesn't lose his footing and go tumbling back down the way they came. Oddly enough, Stephen seems to have done this sort of thing before himself. Being a doctor-slash-wizard must take you to some interesting locales. ]
Maybe that's why only you could see it, then? If it was summoned here as well, and has an arcana that matches yours—
[ He isn't given the chance to finish off that thought, however. The visibility is bad enough here that he's given little warning before a tentacle whips out from behind one of the rock formations ahead of them. The tentacle immediately curls itself around his arm and cinches down hard, intending to drag him up toward the rest of it.
Thancred doesn't waste any time, using his free arm to draw his gunblade from his back, which he cleaves down through the tentacle to cut himself free. The sliced off piece uncurls from his arm and falls into the snow, and up ahead he can barely make out the bulk of the Shuma-Gorath flailing in pain. ]
Well, it seems it found us! Stephen, take care!