<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Vrock</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/EPrsDzE.jpg)</div></div></div><br/>At least what magic she had, was working.  She watched as the simple cantrip removed the mold and filth from the blanket.  Tiny bits of filth lifted from it's surface and vanished in puffs of magic.  Leaving behind a rather worn, very tattered, and shoddy blanket.  But it would do for this task.  She wrapped it about her hand and forearm and shoved on the frame of the window.  Forgoing subtlty in favor of speed she shoved hard and the window frame cracked, the ancient looking glass in the frame shattering outwards.  From behind her, in the house she heard an inhuman screech, like the sound of a vulture's cry mixed with metal scraping against metal.  Then quick pounding foot steps heading towards her door.<br/><br/>She hurried and squeezed through the window, her exposed skin catching a single small scratch on some of the broken glass as she clambered through.  Dropping to the ground on the other side she turned just as the door to her bedroom crashed inwards on it's hinges.  There she saw her mother standing screaming from the doorway.  Her mother was wearing a strange green dress that Erillia had never seen, it looked... as if it was covered in feathers.  Then before her very eyes the image of her mother changed, shifted, flowed and after a few heartbeats the demon was revealed.  Birdlike and huge, it stood five feet at it's shoulder with massive green wings that unfurled behind it and a head like a desiccated vulture. It stooped forwards and came into the room, hate and malice in it's eyes, razor sharp talons clicking against the wood.<br/><br/>Erillia watched as it came to the window and reached out for her, but it could not fit it's bulk through the window.  Still it's claw came through and slashed in her direction, causing her to step back away from it.  She felt a warm glow of satisfaction at her cunning.  If she'd gone to the smell of her mother's stew, she likely would have walked right into the clutches of this demon.  But for now, she needed to get away from here.  From the outside this looked less like her village and more like a hasty recreation, like the scenery one might see on the stage at a play.  A mockery of her town, set in the middle of a hot and humid jungle.  Erillia needed to move, because the vulture demon was still trying to get through the window, and something told her in her current state she would be best off if she was no where nearby if it did.  Maybe there were aspects of this false town that were like those she'd grown up in?  Looking down she noticed the tattered blanket around her fist and arm, it was worn, threadbare, and tattered with moth holes in it, but it was clean now.  Maybe she should keep it?<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">6,400 exp for 'defeating' the Vrock that was disguised as your mother.  We never discussed if you wanted to keep track of exp or not, or what exp track you wanted to take, so I'll just keep a running tally for now.</div></div>