"She took over one of the rooms on the other end of the complex, turned it into a planning room, killed the old spiritual leader of these beasts," says Gabby. "Has a small chamber for herself and her bodyguard."
Uriel says from across the small room.
"What are all of you saying?!" Arloric exclaims.
"That tongue you're using grates on my ears!"
"Sorry, my friend. We're just discussing what to do next, which is to continue with the original plan."
Aberus opens the door to the south and checks quickly. The way seems clear. Nobody else is in the living quarters at the moment.
The doors in the living quarters are both closed.
Arloric edges closer to the door and listens.
"Guards out front, Dorne, and more mongrelfolk in the common room," he whispers to Alexa
Alexa quietly follows suit.
Perception
Not sure what Arloric and Alexa had heard, or possibly seen, Aberus waited patiently for a signal of some sort.
The elf's sharp hearing is able to discern that there are voices beyond and she will mouth and point
There are voices coming from behind the door
Uriel nods when Telerin points. I thought I heard something, just couldn't quite make it out.
Aberus nodded his head, and seeing two doors, pointed to the one leading towards the guard post where they entered the complex. Very quietly he whispered, "Guard post, first. Sleep?"
"If Telerin still has one prepared, that will be helpful. I can also call the mists to hide us from sight," Arloric whispers back.
I do not have another sleep spell prepared but that does not mean that I do not have access to one she says with a smile.
Aberus nodded. "Excellent, Telerin. Alroric, it's a good idea, but it might keep us from seeing, too." He thought for a second than said, "You know, we can probably just open the door and walk out there. That would be a lot less suspicious than sneaking around. But, if we can open it just enough, and quietly enough, for Telerin to set off her spell without them knowing the door opened at all... Alexa? Can you keep this thing from making any noise?"
"...do you have oil or some such?"
"I've some torches, but I suspect that's not what you're looking for."
"I can lead the way through if there is to be a fracas." Uriel says with a smile. "Little would be more satisfying."
"I don't, either. But..." Aberus stared into the distance, tilting his head slightly as an idea came to him. A grin spread across his face. "Terendelev's Scales. Ithilwen's can alter appearances, right? Maybe we can just open this door after all. What if the door opened and they saw the guards we just, um, dealt with? That would give Telerin time to use her spell, and then our friend Uriel here can take advantage of the confusion."
Ithilwen concentrates on the silver scale and assumes the form of one of the mongrelfolk you previously dispatched. Then she opens the door, steps into the entryway on the other side, and says, "New orders from Hosilla! The new recruits are going to help press the attack against our enemies."
The mongrelfolk guards straighten up and look surprised. "We're going now?" one of them says.
Ithilwen gestures back at the group and says, "They aren't here just for show! Make room so we can get ready for the attack."
The mongrelfolk clutch their crude weapons and shift about with a mixture of discomfort (at the thought of being in a fight) and excitement (at the though of finally defeating their enemies).
Arloric moves near the mongrel guard Uriel has positioned himself by, sword already drawn.
"Grrrr...Can't wait for battle!" he says, affecting the speech of a brutish barbarian.
to get as many of the mongrelfolk as she can [/ooc]
Telerin starts casting a lengthy spell. The mongrelfolk look at each other curiously...
...then, due to the running bluff that you've had going on, one of them says, "Oh! She must be preparing a blessing for us for the upcoming battle!"
A second says, "Yeah, that will help us crush our enemies more quickly and decisively!"
The mongrelfolk wait eagerly for the spell.
...then two of them crash to the ground. The third gapes in surprise for a moment, but only a moment.
Arloric bears his sword down on the neck of one of the sleeping mongrelmen.