Within the collapsed safe house, something was stirring...
The "corpse" of Drake had risen up, standing once more. Its new "head" was bent down. The appendage was made entirely of darkness, with wispy strands of shadow for "hair". It stood there, un-moving, a statue to any onlookers. This stillness masked the turmoil in the creature's mind. A war was being raged, a battle of pure emotion. Rage, Hate, Sorrow, all swirled around, confounding the conscious of the dark entity. Then the sounds from outside reached its ears, or whatever equated to them on its shadowy head. The conflict within ceased. Slowly the head raised up, eyes closed. More noise crept in from the outside, voices that were....familiar. The creature did not know how or why, but all of the emotions within its mind became focused on these voices.
They were the cause.
For it all.
The "eyes" snapped open, glowing purple orbs. Tentacles veritably exploded from its body as the being darted forward. The tendrils jabbed forward to pierce the rocky chrysalis that had housed them until now.
On the outside it was as if what remained of the safe house wall had exploded into a writhing darkness. Locking on to whatever moved, the horde of tentacles lashed forward, slicing, stabbing, wrapping, tearing, any means of harming the living was employed by the dark vines. No one was safe and no one would be spared.
For in the middle of it all, in a newly formed hole in the wall. stood Nihlus.
The dark had returned.
Target: EVERYONE WHO ISN'T UNCONSCIOUS (I'm sorry Tenshi, gotta stay in character. Hope the roll works out for you.)
Risks for Nihlus: Minor injuries +1 Fear his foes +1 Moajor bodily wounds +2 Losing (another) limb +3
Suggested risks for others: Whatever you see fit to risk with a bunch of tentacles trying to kill you.
Avatar and Sig by Zelosse. (He is cool like that)