"I don't like this kid. This feels like a trap.." Hobbes whispers back.
A chill will run down Zses spine, interrupting his silly daydreaming, and he will whispers to Blik
Zsestrian will give a quick glare to the half-orc female, and he started doubting the good will of the Sentinels...
Crow, feeling Zsesstrian's worry but trying to stay calm, will examine the building of the central lodge where they're heading
Blik will look wide-eyed at Zsestrian as he reveales the Sentinels plot, but after thinking it over for a minute he'll whisper back,
"Uh, I think she's being sincere. Predators don't often invite you into their den. They've made no moves or suggestions to disarm us, I think they do just want to talk."
Excited to be involved in all the whispering, Blik will continue making hushed whisper noises for a while.
"Stables... are there some form of stables for our horses and mule? I would hate for the poor beasts to get ill while we speak with your commander." Silence said trying to by time. At least the three 'sentinals' the had captured were still unarmed. Something was tickling his mind about the sitution something someone had said. He frowned and his eyes narrowed at friend neverhome for a moment.
"Love and anger huh? So she hates us and loves us yes yes. what did you say to her." he said lowly his tail starting to pick up speed as it moved back and forth.
Blik will cock his head curiously at Neverhome's comment, and after a moments consideration he'll whisper back,
"Then why have people learned to not go into the monsters homes?"
"Because sometimes monsters dont appear as monsters friend blik... take that snowman... it seemed harmless yes yes?" He said still slightly glaring at the half-orc. "You told her I had taken a fancy with her?" His ears flattened for a moment then suddenly he chuckled and grinned. "Is this some plot for me to break her heart so she is easy taking for you to swoop in? if so I like this plan yes yes, if not... " The pause was almost palpable. "I wouldnt have imagined you one for tricks no no no, friend Neverhome. His grin became feline like, and it was almost as if plots of mischieviousness began to sprout within the feline's mind.
"Ah, then they hunt with deception, not invitations. And I do not believe these humans to be deceiving us, despite our attempts to do otherwise it would seem."
Blik says this with more curiosity than dissapointment.
Neverhome will give a slight chuckle at Silence's suggestion before raising his left hand and using his thumb to tap the tattoo going around the base of his ring finger. "No, I don't think my wife would appreciate that." Lowering his voice to a whisper,
One of the Sentinels points to the smaller building. "Stables are over there. Want us to take your horses over for you?"
Silence frowned for a moment glancing at them his ears flickering. I warn you Mule is a trained Tian Warhorse, worth five men in battle, I would take great care in how you handle him, if you like your skull in one peice. Are you sure you want to stable him?" He asked as he dismounted patting his noble steeds thick neck and sharing a look with the beast. He didnt trust the men just yet, but... woe be to them if they harmed his mount. It would not end well.
He grabbed his Naginata from the saddle and turned to face them, trying to offer a friendly smile to the female half-orc. He still wanted to slap friend Neverhome aside the head but...he shrugged a little almost self concious. The half orc female didnt seem like samurai wife material at first glance, but maybe she would suprise him. It was too soon to tell.
"Don't worry; we'll take extra good care of him." The Sentinel carefully reaches for Mule's bridle. "Come on, boy. Let's get you to someplace warm."
"See that you do." he said simply patting the stallions neck. Mule was a true companion and friend. "Let us meet this commander of yours, perhaps he can explain the strange occurances that have been happening friend Ten-penny." He said one large paw resting on the hilt of his katana whil the other adjusted the naganata slid into a leather holster across his back. He motioned for her to lead the way glancing to his companions... "Be wary" He whispered lowly.
Neverhome will give a slight nod as he continues along.
"Let's just get movin' yea?" Hobbes says as he falls in line with everyone else.
Zses will reach to the Desnian Holy Symbol around his neck and hold it tightly, while Crow nods to Silence.
Ever the pragmatic Samurai Silence will make sure to close with the pretty half orc whom had been eyeing him... well until he mispoke. He still wasn't sure. He had not been trained in any sort of way on how to deal with women of any race. More importantly he closed with her on the chance that she might be leading them into a trap. No matter how the other sentinals spoke of her, perhaps they might hesistate a moment if she was in the way.
As the other three Sentinels gingerly lead Mule into the stable, Ten-Penny opens the Lodge's front doors and ushers you inside. The first thing you notice is the roaring fireplace in the center of this large trophy room. A bearskin rug lies on the floor, and the heads of several deer have been mounted on the walls. On the other side of the fireplace, a large table and two long benches run the length of the room, and a 20ft high vaulted ceiling rises into the rafters overhead. The five Sentinels sitting there look up from their food.
Once you're inside, Ten-Penny closes the doors, and walks to one of the rooms on the left. Knocking on the door, she hollers, "Hey, boss! Those wandering heroes Fawfein mentioned are here to see you!"
Upon seeing the glint Neverhome will become more animated than usual "Is that bear? It is! Bear very dangerous where I hail from. Very dangerous. But also very sneaky. Mostly dangerous though. Impressive that you brought one down, did you use traps or lot's of men?" After the exclamation he'll turn to Ten-Penny,
"Heya, what'cha got there?" Hobbes will ask pointing at the vial.
Ten-Penny gives a startled jump, takes a quick step back behind the fireplace, drinks the vial, and vanishes. As she does, the Sentinels stand up and begin to draw their swords. The one at the head of the table responds to Neverhome. "Ah, you met Fawfein too. He warned us you'd be trouble and said he'd pay us extra if we fixed the problem. No hard feelings?"
Surprise Round over
Round One
Neverhome will blink unbelievably before drawing his Greatsword while he moves 5ft forward. "I'm gonna kill that damn moose. Route em!"
"MULE! TO ME!" The samurai Bellowed well aware the horse probably couldnt make it in the building per say but he was damned if he let him stay in the stable with those three... infact he hoped his noble horse had slain the foolish men already. He didnt like the confined quarters but at the same time he recognzied an advantage when he saw one he pulled the naginata out as he strode forward.
"You haven't learned the definition of trouble." he added as he struck at the sentinal across from him.(white)
Zses will peek over Blik and Hobbes shoulders ()squinting his eyes and looking intently*() at the worse Sentinels he ever met.
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"Now. You've. Done it" he will snark, but a short, nervous laugh* betrayed his worries on the situation.
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"I look outside" Crow will shout when flying out of the hall to scout the rear, where Mule was probably smearing the Sentinels all over the courtyard.
Hobbes will 5 foot forward, draw his bow, and fire. "Big mistake."
Blik will watch, mouth agape as the Sentinels do exactly what he thought they wouldn't.
*Sigh* "I have a lot to learn... But first, leave us alone!"
Blik will 5-foot step diagonally down (to be on Hobbes bottoms left), and let loose his sling at the white Sentinel.
Neverhome smites Orange with his mighty blade. Silence severely injures White, and then Hobbes' arrow finishes the enemy off. As the remaining Sentinels charge, Silence impales Black on his naginata. Purple stumbles as he runs forward, and Neverhome's easily able to dodge the clumsy swipe. Light Blue, on the other hand, gashes Silence's chest . You briefly see the Lodge's back door open and close, but everyone's distracted by the rightmost room's door opening and four more Sentinels running out with shortbows at the ready. These ones look sick.
New Round
Hobbes will drop his bow and equip his sword and shield.
Neverhome will bring his sword around for a swing at Purple.
"You're friend's blood threw my swing off." he'll say grimly as he stares the bandit down.
Dropping the naginata Silence will draw his katana. "Archers!" He cried out pointing at them just for a moment Before he spun to his left slashing with his katana at the enemy (aqua)
When Silence is hit, Zses will move unconsciously towards him "Silence!"
Completely panicked, he will throw a glance* at .
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Crow has no idea why the door opened and closed, but he sees footsteps in the snow in that area. They head toward the eastern woods and vanish. He also sees that the stable doors are closed.
The Sentinels look weak and unsteady on their feet, but you're not sure why.
Blik will try to fire a shot at the grey Sentinel.
"You should go back to bed, you aren't looking wel! l... I think..."
Blik's shot drops Grey Sentinel. Purple and Light Blue take quick stabs at Silence and Neverhome, then step back out of melee range. . The archers fire, and White Sentinel hits Zsestrian in the arm. There's still no sign of Ten-Penny or Mule.
New Round
Neverhome will step over the body of the fallen bandit and swing at the retreating one. "Why are you still alive." He'll say plainly as the swords swings down on the man.
Neverhome's blade goes *snicker-snack* as the Sentinel's head falls to the floor.
Hobbes moves and slashes at blue.
Zses expression of horror at his wound will quickly fade away, as he will move towards the White Sentinel, as if possessed. He will then start hissing and whispering, using his hands to cast a figure on the wall. The shadow's silhouette, slowly starting to shift, will take an unnaturally detailed shape of what appears to be the White Sentinel, slowly collapsing to the floor in a fit of coughs.*
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A target who can speak and has at least one free hand and who is aware of the spell and its effects (such as from a Spellcraft check to identify the spell as it is cast) can negate one reroll by spending a move action to utter a brief prayer or good luck charm to appease the spirits of ill fortune.
In the meantime, Crow will try to check on the stables, and see if he can find some clues on Mule's status and whereabouts.
Silence roared in anger and honestly a bit of pain. He was bleeding far more than he would like, but the anger...the anger that these supposed protectors of the city were nothing but bad evil bad things riled up the samurai. He stepped forward (5 ft) to once more hack into the enemy. However the blood was slick and he stumbled forward only making himself a bigger target it would seem