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by waysoftheearth » Tue Apr 06, 2010 12:34 pm
waysoftheearth wrote:
Anwyn and Caine crouch low beneath their cloaks and sneak closer to the ruin for a better look, keeping as best they can to the gullies and knotty shurbs, while the rest of you remain hidden from sight getting your weaponry ready.
The ruin rides atop gentle but relatively bare bluff, cleared for 40 yards around of any but the toughest little brushes and a few scattered stones of any significance. The terrain about the bluff is haphazardly undulated and broken up with occasional rocky outcrops, some to waist height. The gullies are shallow but thick with underbrush -- and some conceal muddy rivulets or pools.
Anwyn and Caine, with their stealth and cunning, have little trouble negotiating a chain of gullies such that they circle around to the western side of the ruin where the outer wall seems mostly intact. From here they are able to dash over a few exposed ridges to reach the edge of the bluff undetected, and lie behind a low boulder, perhaps just 30 yards from the ruin proper.
Anwyn and Caine...
You pause to catch your breath as you watch and listen for any sign. For a long while only the wind and the rustling grass accompany the sound of your own breathing, but at last, when you are about to give up, you hear the clatter of small pebbles and movement within in the ruin. Only moments later, you catch a glimpse of the residents of the ruin.
A nervous looking Hobgoblin -- possibly one of the same creatures you encountered last night -- moves briefly into view. He pokes his helmeted head out of a ruined window, squinting and sheltering his eyes to make a cursory survey of the surrounds before disappearing back into the shadowy interior...
[f=32]
Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak,
lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges;
torch[/f]