'Not from me, I'll leave my spare bits and pieces with the camel I was travelling on.'
Makin packs everything on to the camel, then ties his newly purchased rapier to his belt and straps on his finely made new armor, wearing it over a light shirt, without the kaftan.
'Looking good, like a proper budding pathfinder,' he remarks with a grin, awaiting his companions own preparations.
Faysal wipes the sleep from his eyes, and begins his daily ritual of exercise and prayer, preparing his body and spirit for the day ahead.
"There wouldn't happen to be time for abit of breakfast before we leave? Some toast perhaps?"
"There wouldn't happen to be time for abit of breakfast before we leave? Some toast perhaps?"
'Good idea, wouldn't do to have our stomach's loudly give us away!'
After your breakfast and ritual time, the four of you gather your gear and head on foot into the foothills to the north west. After several hours of weaving though the scrub you see an old stone structure that could only be the monastery. The walls are intact save for some damage to the towers. The roof is marked with many gaping holes but mostly intact also. From your vantage point you see 2 doorways opening into the structure but no movement inside.
'Okay,' Makin whispers queitly, 'Let's get a little closer.'
He slinks out from the grass, hunching a keep low, trotting quietly on with his soft moccassins gently passing, disturbing as little as possible.
'Okay,' Makin whispers queitly, 'Let's get a little closer.'
He slinks out from the grass, hunching a keep low, trotting quietly on with his soft moccassins gently passing, disturbing as little as possible.
Just before he heads out, Numair whispers, "It may be preferable for one individual to scout quickly and then report back. One person is easier to stay hidden than a group, regardless. We will watch over you with weapon and spell ready, Makin. Do not get too close, and report back what you see."
Faysal crouches behind the thorny bushes, and readies his sling if Makin, as usual, gets into trouble....
Makin sneaks toward door, about 50 yards form the door he brushes past a scrub bush and catches a branch on his arm. As he walks past it the branch slaps back against the tree making a loud crack. Makin stops still scanning the area. Nothing seems to be moving. After a a second he continues to the building stopping just outside one of the doors.
Makin peers in the doorway, gesturing his allies to follow him, he begins to stalk into the building, eyes peeled for trouble.
Stealth:
Perception: (+1 vs. traps)
"Well, not sure being quiet matters anymore," Numair mutters under his breath. "But may as well proceed."
Numair emerges from the bushes behind the others, trying to keep down as well as he can.
Initiative
Perception
Faysal holds his position for the moment, twirling his sling in a misleadingly haphazard fashion
Stealth (to stay unnoticed)
Initiative
Readied action to sling the crap out of anything he sees sneaking up on his buddies :)
Haldo and Numair move up tot he door where Makin has stepped inside.
Scrub brush and a light, patchy carpet of weeds invade the monastery through two huge fallen sections of the western wall. The exposed nave beyond is a huge hallway littered with bits of debris ranging from tiny rocks to enormous sections of collapsed masonry. Most of the roof above the long promenade is gone, but several jagged pillars remain.
Faysal kneels behind the brush watching and swinging his sling as his partners approach the door of the building.
'There's a door opposite us,' Makin whispers back to allies quietly.
'But I want to have a look at the big chapel at the end first. See what else we can see?'
'There's a door opposite us,' Makin whispers back to allies quietly.
'But I want to have a look at the big chapel at the end first. See what else we can see?'
"Excellant idea," Numair whispers. "We will provide cover, until you wave us forward." He turns a bit and waves for Faysal to move up to join them.
Haldo watches Makin for a sign to move into the room.
Makin slinks down through the hall, motioning to his allies to follow at a distance, charging distance in Haldo's case.
He makes his way across the dusty, cracked floor of the courtyard, moccassins padding quietly.
He makes his way towards the open arch to the chapel.
Faysal moves up to the doorway, but does not enter the ruins. The sling continues it's lazy orbits, ready to cover Makin.
AS Makin sneaks up toward the chapel area, Faysal runs up to the outer wall, his sling continuing it's lazy orbits, ready to cover Makin. Haldo steps into the room in order to keep a close eye on Makin waiting for trouble. Numair, after waving for and then waiting for Faysal turns back into the room ready to react.
Faysal cross the doorway to stand just inside the building, in front of Numair, still scanning for trouble.
Perception
Faysal looks at his feet and is amazed at his finding a mint condition sling and a small sack of stones.
for Remos:
Faysal looks at his feet and is amazed at his finding a mint condition sling and a small sack of stones.
Numair follows the others cautiously, trying to keep his eyes open to any dangers that may be lurking. Everything seems far too quiet; buildings/shelter in such a harsh climate are never unoccupied ...
perception
Faysal crosses the doorway to stand just inside the building still scanning for trouble. Makin continues to sneak up toward the chapel taking a second to look down the side passages. Numair follows the others cautiously, trying to keep his eyes open to any dangers that may be lurking. Everything seems far too quiet; buildings/shelter in such a harsh climate are never unoccupied. Haldo moves a quietly as possible while keeping near to Makin.
After his catnap, the large man stands and stretches his limbs, then heads into the main hallway of the monastery.
Makin draws his rapier, now quite unsettled as he moves stealthily towards the chapel.
Faysal keeps observing. Does he see the new guy?
Numair follows last, keeping his gaze mainly on the doorways in the south wall, since not much can be seen into that (those?) room(s) ...
Stealth
Makin draws his rapier and sneaks ahead while Haldo follows closely. Faysal stays by the door and Numair moves up and steps on a piece of broken tile causing a crack to reverberate through the hallway. Everyone stops looking for any threat, a large Uwagan man steps into the hallway about 40' in front of Makin.
Makin draws his rapier and sneaks ahead while Haldo follows closely. Faysal stays by the door and Numair moves up and steps on a piece of broken tile causing a crack to reverberate through the hallway. Everyone stops looking for any threat, a large Uwagan man steps into the hallway about 40' in front of Makin.
Makin straightens, facing the huge man. He keeps his rapier held before him.
'Who are you, and what are you doing here friend?'
Remos quickly turns at the sound of the crack. "Hey!" he threatens at the men approaching. Remos draws his heavy sword and holds it in front of himself. "Who you?" the large man retorts.
Makin smiles widely, showing just a hint of teeth.
'I'm a traveller, but I asked you first, stranger?'
"I am Remos! Who you?"
" Well friend Remos, my name is Faysal Ibn Ahmad Ibn Aziz, and these are my companions Makin, Numair, and Haldo. You are obviously not a gnoll, so what brings you so far out into these desert wastes?"
Numair's eyes narrow, and he watches the new man carefully and suspiciously. Nice grammar ... doesn't seem to be the sharpest nail in the bunch, he thinks to himself. However, he remains silent at the back of the group.
"I am not gnoll!" Remos' eyes light up. "Lookin' fuh someone. Take back village from gnolls." He takes a hand off his sword and starts pumping his fist in the air, as if bashing some imaginary object. "Fight gnolls!"
'Well my large, useful friend, we're planning just the same! So why don't you join us and we can kill many many gnolls together!'
"I find this talk of killing distasteful, but if you were to join us, perhaps your bulk will dissuade the gnolls from violence?"
"Alright. I join you. Where we going?"
"Alright. I join you. Where we going?"
Numair snorts a bit. "We are here; here is where we are going. Our mission was to scout out and secure this facility; it would seem as though you've beaten us to the punch. What can you tell us of the monastery?"