<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/8acf84a3-3552-4d4b-9394-8fd273e50e2c/dd9q1v7-9bcbdd9c-b462-439c-bf83-1f91071b0de4.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzhhY2Y4NGEzLTM1NTItNGQ0Yi05Mzk0LThmZDI3M2U1MGUyY1wvZGQ5cTF2Ny05YmNiZGQ5Yy1iNDYyLTQzOWMtYmY4My0xZjkxMDcxYjBkZTQucG5nIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.Vjcp5xFDzwCP6dQBexm6pp4J-qe_YKniSU65ugQCOVI)</div><br/><strong>"Oh my gods,  shut up.  What, do you absorb words -and- souls?"</strong>He waved irritably at Arty as he stared off into the woods, silent for a moment after that.  There was something out there, some distant sick abomination that tore at his senses and caused a growl to leave his throat.<strong>"There's somethin' out there . . . it's big.  House big.  It's dead."</strong>He pointed in that direction and called out the distance as soon as he can determine it for the others.  Leaves and twigs crunch under his boots as he started in that direction, the cries of the mercenaries and the other people faded in his ears as his blood ran hot.  Disgust, rage and quashed inclinations that had built up over weeks began to reach a fever pitch as Ian headed in the direction of whatever it was that called him to destroy it.<br/><br/>His sword was draw again and again the black shadow and red script flew over the blade and this time his eyes seemed to burn with their own dim candlelight as he sought out the thing on the periphery of his senses.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ian will take a double move if he has to in order to close on whatever it is he's sensing.  If he can attack in this round, let me know and I'll post attack rolls.</div></div>