[The rift takes 120 piercing damage, because Joss does not have a baguetteer job stone equipped. From the other side of the aetherial tear, something unseen pulls lightly but insistently on the tip of the baguette, as if a small animal has clamped its teeth onto it and thinks it's time to play tug-of-war.
At the same time, equally gently, a few of the fallen potsherds begin to clink and clatter across the floor, into the middle of the room. The two larder dogs also pause and look towards the rift in turn, ears perked up and trails of destruction temporarily allayed.
Naren has no words to express how creepy this looks - it reminds her a little of the late Vauthry commanding his sin eaters - but she has the presence of mind to kick the broken pottery away from the rift with her steel-toed boot. While she can't imagine what might happen if the doggy void manages to absorb the crockery, she certainly doesn't want to encourage it.]
Ware what else you draw in!
[It's only a sinking feeling in her gut for now, but it may bear out soon enough. Not only did the dogs in this room stop what they were doing upon feeling the pull of the void, there's a pitter-patter sound growing louder from beyond the entrance to the larder, suggesting a miniature stampede of muddy little paws...]
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At the same time, equally gently, a few of the fallen potsherds begin to clink and clatter across the floor, into the middle of the room. The two larder dogs also pause and look towards the rift in turn, ears perked up and trails of destruction temporarily allayed.
Naren has no words to express how creepy this looks - it reminds her a little of the late Vauthry commanding his sin eaters - but she has the presence of mind to kick the broken pottery away from the rift with her steel-toed boot. While she can't imagine what might happen if the doggy void manages to absorb the crockery, she certainly doesn't want to encourage it.]
Ware what else you draw in!
[It's only a sinking feeling in her gut for now, but it may bear out soon enough. Not only did the dogs in this room stop what they were doing upon feeling the pull of the void, there's a pitter-patter sound growing louder from beyond the entrance to the larder, suggesting a miniature stampede of muddy little paws...]