The party leave the crumbling well and begin to advance cautiously towards the inner bailey...
They reach the fallen gates without incident or mishap. Peering carefully around the half-toppled gate-post reveals a thick, tangled growth of brambles, weeds and high, wild grass, moving fitfully in the gathering breeze. A number of forlorn looking apple and silver birch trees stand further within, their branches sighing as the wind passes through them. Beyond them looms the towering, ominous presence of the shattered keep tower.
Immediately off to the left of the broken gate stands the shattered remnants of what must have once been an elegant statue, carved from white marble and raised upon a round pedestal, now-largely strangled by a growth of wild brambles. It seems to have once depicted a tall, graceful figure in arcane and ornately-designed armour, but it is broken off at the waist. If the upper part still lies here it is impossible to tell due to the wild cover of vegetation overrunning this you suspect once-beautiful place.
Banoc currently has point, and as he takes in all of the above...
L1LKSR. Dice roll: 1+1 (doubles roll and add over) +5+4 + LK 12 = 23. Success! AP gained: 11.
...he becomes aware of the sound of voices coming from directly ahead among the trees, although he is too far away to make out actual words.
It seems this mysterious second company is still ensconced here in the once-garden...
Last Edit: Aug 24, 2012 14:53:35 GMT -5 by doctorx
Post by ProfGremlin on Aug 24, 2012 23:14:14 GMT -5
Atop the broken western wall...
Flick watches from his post atop the breached wall as the others plumb the depths of the well. His gaze skims the outer bailey taking in the short grass and the unopened flowers. Wonder what they are... medicine, food or ornamental... Hope I have a chance to find out... He continues his visual path of surveillance across the turf, touches upon the group gathered around the well, past them and across the walls and back again.
The breeze stiffens some and the raindrops become a bit more numerous if not quite so fat. Flick moves a little down the wall to where a missing stone has created a small sheltered cave. He watches as Banoc examines a rope anchored near the mouth of the well and then drops a lit torch into the well a few moments later. Other than the gulls and his companions the little wizard has not noticed anyone else.
The company of adventurers breaks from its contemplation of the well and turns towards the tower with its overgrown garden. Nebless and Finnegan fan out as Banoc approaches the broken gate and De Morsac scans the ground possibly looking for tracks as he follows. Master Ho seems to glide along behind the others and of the red clad leprechaun naught can be seen.
Flick launches himself into the air and follows. As the others pause at the fallen gates Flick dips down to wave at Banoc and let the warrior know he's there. Thinking the broken statue would be a good perch to surveil from Flick quickly and quietly lands atop the stunted memorial. Looking about, Flick orients himself to where he heard the voices earlier. Keeping watch, the little wizard scans what he can see of the garden. With all this overgrown vegetation Make it Grow could really help if we get into trouble... Flick adjusts his grip upon his still untried staff and continues to study the garden.
As soon as he is advised by Banoc that someone is coming their way, De Morsac crouches to the ground behind low hanging branches and protruding roots, near Finnegan -- a reflex from his hunting training. He looks for Master Ho with his eyes, to warn him to do the same, but cannot find him. Looking around he sees the strange wizard lying low just behind him, his staff down. Surprised as he is, he cannot help but spurt a short "HAA!" of surprise just before his companion puts his hand on his mouth.
Realizing he might have warned their possible foes of their position, he stays silent and stiff for a while, looking and listening at everyone and everything.
Finnegan stops, crouching as still as a tree, at the sound of a voice yelling. His eyes wide, he looks about. Then he sees Master Ho with his hand over de Morsac's mouth. Finnegan looks down again, mouthing a few silent curses and then, under his breath, utters a prayer to the Hobbit god of luck. He thinks:Dang, if that idiot gave us away, I'm gonna fill his sleeping bag with a few poisonous snakes! Finnegan stays still, listening intently for any noises ahead.
Banoc sighs and crouches low in the brush. So much for surprise.
He waves to the others to have them move up and form a line on either side of him. Banoc motions down with his hand trying to tell them all to stay low and then places his finger over his lips telling them to be silent. To Flick he points up into the air.
Once everyone is in position, Banoc rises shield and spear ready.