Re: Psionics: Chasing Driders
Illianka held her hand back to stop her companion from charging into the middle of the group. That wouldn't get them anywhere, especially with fatigue slowing her limbs. Without thinking, she immediatly started sketching images in the air with her fingers, relaying a simple message in Drow Sign without realising that the chances of being understood were slim to none. [Private to Kharona Azahhl: on the off-chance you do understand, the plan is to wait 'till they make camp for the night and slit their throats as they sleep.]
This message was lightly edited by the player at 08:08, Wed 06 Sept 2006.