Flick has completed his circuit of the tower. Does he wish to take a closer look at the ground floor? Move on to examine the castle grounds beyond? Report back to his friends? Anything else?
Yes, Flick will run a reconnoiter along both walls and their towers as well as the fortified southern wall - perhaps a circular path beginning and ending at the Northern tower? He'll continue to keep his eyes open for any presences human, demi-human, animal or otherwise in addition to his beloved flowers and plants. Once he's gathered what data he can he'll return to the party and report his findings.
I'll have the deep-fried battered pixie with balrog dipping sauce and a Hobgoblin ale.
Master Ho hears the murmur of many souls from this place in his mind. He feels compelled to listen to it, and thus soon finds himself slightly apart from the group and silent. He still continues to follow his mates from afar though.
Flick exits the tower keep and buzzes South-Eastwards...
His immediate thought is that, now he can see it, the Eastern curtain wall has also taken significant damage, although nowhere near to the same extent of the West. The attackers seem to have come from the West, surrounded and pretty much pummelled this poor place to death, he reckons.
Skirting South atop the crumbling wall and darting the occasional look to the right, he notices a further curtain wall up ahead and that the ground rightwards leading up to this is heavily-overgrown – not just with grass, bit with small shrubs, small trees – he catches the occasional white flash like marble half-lost in the green wilderness below.
“Was this some kind of garden..?” he muses to himself...
Weapons at the ready, Finnegan and Nebless begin to move cautiously towards the shattered remnants of the gate. Banoc soon follows after.
The broken walls draw nearer, looming ominously above the parties' heads in places, in others thrown down into piles of shattered rubble. The occasional raindrop continues to spatter down fitfully. The only other sounds are the occasional gust of wind, the harsh cawing of a crow somewhere in the distance and the ever-present wail of the gulls.
But then Finnegan's ears perk up as a familiar buzzing becomes audible. He searches the greying skies to spot Flick buzzing low above the battlements, moving towards him with all speed...
Post by ProfGremlin on Aug 5, 2012 15:53:44 GMT -5
The ruined west wall of Caern Serenath...
Flick makes all haste through the lowering skies and gusty breezes grateful that he had managed to escape without being seen. He zips through the inner bailey and arrows for the still standing portion of the western wall. Reminiscent of his escape yesterday morning from the inn courtyard Was it really only yesterday morning...? Flick buzzes straight up the wall, pops over the top with an acrobatic flip as his wings briefly stop moving, and then catches himself with a quick wing twitch to dive along the wall's face. Nearing the ground, Flick's angle changes as he begins to bob-and-weave over and amongst the rubble. In the overcast daylight Flick descries the dull glow of Finnegan's helm. Yikes...! They're closer than I thought...! With a burst of speed and sparkle the faerie wizard hurries to his companions.
"Stop! Approach no closer! Others are here before us and they hold life in less esteem!"
The little faerie lands on a large chunk of rubble near Finnegan - and Nebless - he now realizes. He takes a moment to catch his breath as Banoc approaches. Large raindrops splatter around Flick and he pulls his wings in tight to his body. Tired, Flick leans on his makeshift staff, glancing at it briefly in irritation and confusion.
With the eyes of the others upon him Flick briefly recounts his survey, "The keep is well picked over, the tower appears broken and deserted. I was taking a closer look at the garden when I heard voices. There are at least five others here - a wizard - I think his name is Mord - a hobbit, a dwarf and two others - one not all that smart - his name is Mordolf - and the other addressed as 'my lord' by the wizard though he holds the lord in contempt." Flick paused for a moment to organize his memories, "The wizard and hobbit were arguing. The hobbit didn't want to go back inside the hole because of some lights. It seems that these lights are a defense - they had lost one of their number to them earlier. The wizard believes these lights are the key to some mystery. The other option was to descend into the well. The hobbit didn't want anymore to do with it and the dwarf didn't see the point of staying." Flick shrugged, "That is all I overheard before I came back to warn you."
"Ah, finally, a fellow hobbit!" Finnegan remarks. "Well, if they've had some experience with this dungeon then perhaps we may be able to strike a deal with them!" He adds. He then inquires," But perhaps not, why do you say that they hold life in less esteem? Is is how they looked?"