You make the most of the comforts afforded by the rickety farmhouse, tethering the horses outside, arranging bedrolls and preparing a warm brew in the fireplace. You gather in and allocate watches, preparing for the night ahead. Outside as dusk falls the birds are chirruping, noisily settling in to their nests for the evening after a day of hunting grubs in the overgrown fields and hedges.
As Eponine is about to take her first watch, and the rest of you are thinking about settling down, you experience an odd sensation. Each of you, in your minds, hears words forming - an inhuman voice repeating distinct yet unfamiliar sounds in a strange tongue.
Spoiler: Linguistics checks
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Riaghan DC20 (1d20+1)[18]
Elle DC20 (1d20+1)[10]
Philemon DC20 (1d20)[13]
Artaith DC10 (1d20-2)[13]
Eponine DC20 (1d20)[1]
Artaith recognises the language of the one-way telepathic babble as Abyssal
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