(Meta note: Fie’s going to recount things from her viewpoint. Please add details of your own. As if we were recounting this story to each other later on?)
BOOM CRASH “HEY YOU!”
Fie Desidera stumbles out of bed. Her combat reflexes help her narrowly avoid bonking her head on the bedside table, and she feels a rush of adrenaline at the familiar sound of a yelling dragonborn. She slips out of her shift and pulls on her Imposter’s armor, which in its current form resembles a stylish but utilitarian trouser-and-vest combo, tastefully filligreed in silver and crimson. She pulls her hair back and ties it with a leather strap, hooks her shield over one shoulder and her lute over the other (“twang”), grabs her sword belt off the chair and rushes out the door, all senses on alert.
The entire place is creaking and groaning around her. So she opts to be outside for a while. Plus, all the shouting’s coming from the street. She bursts out the open front door, strapping on her sword, to realize that the entire League is already up and in action. The scene is mayhem. Crazy bead-head wizard casting nightmares, the dragonborn charging away down the street, and off in the distance, a glimpse of green cape disappearing around a corner. Meanwhile, her house and all her hard-won possessions and trinkets are slowly collapsing behind her.
With narrowed flashing eyes, Fie flips her hair over her shoulder and tugs the scabbard a bit tighter around her hips. She takes a deep breath to clear the sleep out of her mind. She’s really starting to regret not taking that spa day.
I ran outside. I saw her running from us. Intimidated she turned towards us. I cast forth the power of dark dreams and her nightmare came alive. AJ transformed in front of her into a full sized dragon. Halstrom (right?) transported via flight AJ right towards the woman. She screamed in mortal terror as he flew towards her. In terror she fled into the alley.