Immersive Ink

waysoftheearth wrote:
Outside, Campside

Wen watches Rufus as he sneaks up toward the abbey's front gate. He'll be there in another minute or two...

Thus far, there is no sign that anybody else has noticed him.

tonneau wrote:

waysoftheearth wrote: The Prioress, still standing in the doorway, gives Josiane a cool smile.

"We are not needy here, girl. Nor are we unworthy or without guidance. The world is hardly so black and white as your precious temple would have you believe..." she says, and then (to Gustave's dismay) steps back through the doorway, disappearing from sight.

"Ah, well then...", mutters Gustave after the now disappeared nun, "I guess some welcoming pastries are out of the question?"

doctorx wrote:
The blade of Jehan flashes from its sheath.

"Take care!" cries Josiane, dressing her shield; "These are not of the Faith! Fall back to the main gate and make ready for battle! Lord Dieter - close to me!"

She looks to see what 'Sister' Meena has been about while all of this shadow-boxing has been going on...

waysoftheearth wrote:

doctorx wrote:"These are not of the Faith! "

Not that any of the other PCs are... [img]images/smiley/wink.png[/img]

sulldawga wrote:
Dorgan runs up to look through the door and see what the Prioress is doing.

"Retreat? We should be goin' forward! We got surprise!"

tonneau wrote:

doctorx wrote:The blade of Jehan flashes from its sheath.

"Take care!" cries Josiane, dressing her shield; "These are not of the Faith! Fall back to the main gate and make ready for battle! Lord Dieter - close to me!"

She looks to see what 'Sister' Meena has been about while all of this shadow-boxing has been going on...

"Ah...", tones Gustave as Josiane suddenly draws her blade and starts waving it about, "Look she may have been curt with you my dear, but that is hardly call for..."

Noting the fruminous glint to her eye, however (and taking a short moment to admire its sparkle), he readies his own sword and positions himself at her flank, declaring "Here we go again it seems. You do keep one on his toes my dear - one moment its pastries and maidens in distress, and the next..."

flightcommander wrote:
Armando raises a sidelong eyebrow at Wen. "Perhaps the weird quiet of these woods plays tricks with me, but I will swear I have just heard the faintest echo of a commotion within the Abbey. Do you concur, Elf?"

ehiker133 wrote:
Desmond/Mondes throws back their hood, so they can take full advantage of both heads and reduce any chance of being surprised.

Then, while Desmond sees to the shield being readied, Mondes starts scanning the ceiling, looking to make sure they are not under any murder holes or other devices of ambush.

They will stay towards the front line (in the front line so someone can attack from over their heads with a longer weapon?) and move with the group, whatever they decide - charging forward or retreating back to the front door so they can regroup and organize their offensive.

waysoftheearth wrote:
The Abbey
(Torban, Dieter, Desmond/Mondes, Dorgan, Ulric, Josiane and Gustave)

There is something of a commotion as Josiane cries out and brandishes her blade. She makes to fall back as Dorgan presses forward. Sister Meena grabs Ulric protectively in the midst of the press, elbowing Mondes in the nose as he looks up, "Away from my boy, villians!" she cries, fending others off awkwardly.

In the moments it takes Dorgan to reach the doorway, he hears the Prioress snapping out instructions as she hurries off. By the time peers into the adjacent passage, he catches a just glimpse of her bare heel turning the next corner, some dozen yards away...

danhem wrote:
Ulric groans as things fall apart. Sister Meena grabs onto him protectively, his enchantment working a little too well.

"Calmly everyone!" he says to the others moving back toward the gate with the group.

Looking down at Sister Meena, Ulric is as reassuring as possible.

"Fear not my good Sister. My friends are merely confused. Why would the Prioress not answer the knight's question? Do I have anything to fear within these walls? My friend still requires aid after all; just look at him."

Ulric motions toward Desmond/Mondes.