The next minutes are a blur. Raphael aiming at first to demonstrate a need to keep things diplomatic on the Dark Urge's part. A simple spell. Not enough to fully injure the Archduke. Just -- hurt him enough to remind everyone he can.
Imagine his surprise when nothing happens, save perhaps an odd shudder from the Paladin. It is enough to leave him temporarily stunned. He knows where he directed his magic, but he sees the shimmer of its effect elsewhere.
Things kicked off very suddenly from there. Raphael very suddenly had the full force of the Rogue True Souls falling upon him, and Gortash rather suddenly vanished from the fray, pulled into the safest nearby corner as the Master of the House and his servants all filed in to eject the now no-longer-welcome guests.
Astarion and Enver Gortash were not completely ignored, but neither were especially helpless. Though the human was decidedly less handy without a ranged weapon in hand and he moved with the kind of stunned tension that came of someone too shocked to be completely present in their current reality, carried by adrenaline and not much else.
When the dust clears, he still looks warily uncertain what has just occurred, save that Raphael lies dead. Everyone in the House of Hope that could pose a threat, or deserved it: dead.
He can't quite feel himself, or who he is, for a moment. Because he's not sure about all the eyes that turn toward him now. He doesn't know what any of this means. But he sees the Dark Urge and everything else disappears for a moment. He remembers what caught hold of him before:
He's alive. He came here to find him. The stone, surely.
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Imagine his surprise when nothing happens, save perhaps an odd shudder from the Paladin. It is enough to leave him temporarily stunned. He knows where he directed his magic, but he sees the shimmer of its effect elsewhere.
Things kicked off very suddenly from there. Raphael very suddenly had the full force of the Rogue True Souls falling upon him, and Gortash rather suddenly vanished from the fray, pulled into the safest nearby corner as the Master of the House and his servants all filed in to eject the now no-longer-welcome guests.
Astarion and Enver Gortash were not completely ignored, but neither were especially helpless. Though the human was decidedly less handy without a ranged weapon in hand and he moved with the kind of stunned tension that came of someone too shocked to be completely present in their current reality, carried by adrenaline and not much else.
When the dust clears, he still looks warily uncertain what has just occurred, save that Raphael lies dead. Everyone in the House of Hope that could pose a threat, or deserved it: dead.
He can't quite feel himself, or who he is, for a moment. Because he's not sure about all the eyes that turn toward him now. He doesn't know what any of this means. But he sees the Dark Urge and everything else disappears for a moment. He remembers what caught hold of him before:
He's alive. He came here to find him. The stone, surely.