"No signs? That's kind of strange." Anastria cranes her neck trying to see for herself. "Well should we all go and check it out?"
"I believe so."
Luces' nods stoically; "Aye we go in quick, cover t' ground inside." Batsy is tethered at the other end of the forest in that glade, with enough of a leash to survive.
Luce stretches limbering up as they move through the woods towards the tower; "South gate, or West gate? I vote South." she asks.
"Well then if the elf has no further things to say on the matter then lets gwt this over with, blue demons, what will these farmers think of next. " Tiberious mutters the last part under his breath as he slings his shield to his front a javelin balanced easily in his other hand as he makes his way to the entrance.
Initiative:
Aurix lumbers forward, axe held in one fist and his shield strapped to his left arm as he surveys the area, nostrils flaring every now and then as if smelling for anything out of the ordinary.
Anastria steps cautiously out of the brush. Longsword held low in her right hand and her wand gripped tightly in her left.
Initiative+2 from Combat leader (also anyone who is within 10 squares of me who can see me gets plus 2 as well)
Luce mutters slightly under her breath at Tiberious' comments; "Condescending, what does he take us for."
She walks beside the eladrin lady, her movements fluid and her nerves tensed.
Varis eases his way up to the side of the building, ready to act when and if something gets his attention. He silently directs the other men on points to be aware of, and ready for. The women appear to move gracefully enough to not warrant his assistance.
Combining Tiberious's superior tactical knowhow with Varis' well honed instincts, the group approach with speed and efficiency, ready for whatever the tower holds.
Luce moves forward quickly into the hold, looking for her brother. Ever alert for dangers she peers into the interior.
Anastria moves in through the entrance after Luce looking all around for danger.
Anastria's glance at the courtyard reveals little other than the existance of another gate, but Luce spots movement in the battlements above. Blue figures are doing their utmost to hide and succeeding well.
Luce bounds into the courtyard; her eyes just spot the blue wings of the demons hid atop the battlements. A smile spreads across her face; 'Hah, take that Tiberious they are real!..... unless I am one of the hallucinating gullible farmers!' She thinks causing the smile to drop as she doubts her own intellect.
"Up there?!?" she calls her voice wavering in uncertainty, Luce throws out her hands - her fingers trying to point out the blue winged creatures. She calls upon small sparks of power, as her Gran taught her. These motes fly from her hands expanding into a small cloud hopefully covering the Southern most kidnapper. They fall like a burning rain upon it's head. Unfortunately she misjudges the height of the wall and it peppers the base.
Standard Action – Fire, Implement, Primal, Zone
range: 10; one creature
1d20 + 5
1d6
Hit: The squares adjacent next to target become a fiery zone TEOMNT. Any enemy entering or starting turn there takes 4 damage.
Not spotting anything Anastria moves south following Luce's fire
"Are you sure?" Anastria whispers loudly.
"Aye, I think so. Unless Tiberious is reet and tending t' sheep cause hallucinations." Luce says in a worried whisper.
Luce's fingers flicker and her instincts are rewarded by a shuffling sound as the flames crackle around something.
"What the bloody hell are you doing shooting already?" Tiberious roars in his parade ground voice he thinks to himself that if she had seen something least the enemy would know there are more of them coming and if not well leaast she heard him. Tiberious growls out to Aurix beside him, "Bloody farmers jumping at shadows I bet."
In a voice with a slightly quivering tone.
Perception:
Aurix rumbles deep in his throat and he draws forth the handaxe from his left hip, holding it in one hand while he seems to sniff the air, shield coming up to guard his body, golden eyes scanning the tops of the battlements where the farmer's fireball erupted. His days as a warrior had given him unshakeable nerves but unless the down-country folk were simply jumpy, the girl had had a reason to loose her...magic...
Aurix flashes a suspicious look at Luce. The farmgirl could do magic? In what world was that normal?
He then turns to look at Tiberious and nods to the battlements around them. "More times than not Captain. Still..." He scans the area again, handaxe drawn and ready to throw. "Never can be too careful...She might have a point, even if we of the Plated and Sword cannot see it as of yet."
MOVE TO K8
Now that they are inside the courtyard, Luce and Anastria can see two stone staircases leading up to the battlements.
Varis peers around the corner into the confines of the tower. Across the way he spots one of the little blue devils atop the battlements, Cimerphs he thinks they're called. Drawing an arrow from his quiver and nocking it to his bow, he acts, dashing forward into the opening to fire, secure in the fact that it hasn't gotten the chance to react to Luce's spell.
In his concern over the amount of protection offered by the building itself, he overcorrects and his shot goes high. He quickly shoulders his bow and slips back out the door to attempt to make his way up along the outside wall. He hopes he can creep over the top unseen to get a better view of the area.
Luce looks on and smiles as the demons are spotted, 'See I am not mad.' See laughs slightly hysterically; "Oi, where's me brother ya little sods." Before she realises her language is not for mixed company.
Vondal hurries to get into the action.