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A faint sickness in the stomach. A light headedness. A tunnelling of the vision till you are aware of nothing but your target. It is always the same feeling before battle, as if you are becoming something else, something better, or something worse. Whatever beast I may become, let the gods direct me rightly...
As the hunting party vanished up the pass to the east, leaving the watchpost with three less guards, the party made their preparations.
Darius placed a hand on Fielli's shoulder as he examined the illusory snake she had conjured. "Excellent. Can you get it inside?"
Without answering, Fielli crept to the egde of the treeline, her eyes narrowing in concentration. The fiendish snake slithered out into the open, winding its way through the short grass of the cropfields.
As the silent image advanced, Tong drew Fielli, Karwik, Xenoxis and Angus around him, crouching with them at the edge of the treeline. "A'ight. Once ol' snakey there gets inside, it should give us the distrakshun we need. We git ourselves over there as quickly and as quietly as poss'ble. Then we git as close as we can and 'it the battlements - take out 'em sentries. If we cause enough chaos, it'll give time for the other group to charge in a'fore the enemy git their reinforcements together."
Behind them, Darius, Ayumi, Sales and Jillian hung further back, readying their weapons.
"Strange," muttered Darius as he peered through the trees at the watchpost. "They keep their torches burning, even in daylight."
The others followed his gaze, seeing that each corner of the battlements was mounted with a flaming torch.
But they had no time to contemplate this strange practice. An anxious bleat rang out from the herd of goats grazing by the walls, and they promptly began to scurry away from Fielli's snake, funnelling through the archway.
The nearby sentry saw this and then likewise caught sight of the snake. He lowered his bow and called over his shoulder, his words picked up by Angus, Karwik and Fielli.
"Word from the swamps!"
There was a vague answer from the courtyard below, but no one could make it out. The sentry leant against the battlements and watched the snake as it slithered through the archway. Then he continued staring downwards, no doubt watching the snake enter the courtyard.
His back was to the trees, and his attention was distracted. [Move Silently DC10]
"Now or never," whispered Tong. He drew his rapier and stalked out across the open ground, not quite running, but keeping low, his weasel Onu creeping beside him. The fighter was light on his feet and made the crossing with minimal noise.
Up above, the sentry was completely unaware of what was happening.
"The game is afoot, my friends," whispered Darius, readying his mace and shield.
From the Diary of Darius Castablane
As the hunting party vanished up the pass to the east, leaving the watchpost with three less guards, the party made their preparations.
Darius placed a hand on Fielli's shoulder as he examined the illusory snake she had conjured. "Excellent. Can you get it inside?"
Without answering, Fielli crept to the egde of the treeline, her eyes narrowing in concentration. The fiendish snake slithered out into the open, winding its way through the short grass of the cropfields.
As the silent image advanced, Tong drew Fielli, Karwik, Xenoxis and Angus around him, crouching with them at the edge of the treeline. "A'ight. Once ol' snakey there gets inside, it should give us the distrakshun we need. We git ourselves over there as quickly and as quietly as poss'ble. Then we git as close as we can and 'it the battlements - take out 'em sentries. If we cause enough chaos, it'll give time for the other group to charge in a'fore the enemy git their reinforcements together."
Behind them, Darius, Ayumi, Sales and Jillian hung further back, readying their weapons.
"Strange," muttered Darius as he peered through the trees at the watchpost. "They keep their torches burning, even in daylight."
The others followed his gaze, seeing that each corner of the battlements was mounted with a flaming torch.
But they had no time to contemplate this strange practice. An anxious bleat rang out from the herd of goats grazing by the walls, and they promptly began to scurry away from Fielli's snake, funnelling through the archway.
The nearby sentry saw this and then likewise caught sight of the snake. He lowered his bow and called over his shoulder, his words picked up by Angus, Karwik and Fielli.
"Word from the swamps!"
There was a vague answer from the courtyard below, but no one could make it out. The sentry leant against the battlements and watched the snake as it slithered through the archway. Then he continued staring downwards, no doubt watching the snake enter the courtyard.
His back was to the trees, and his attention was distracted. [Move Silently DC10]
"Now or never," whispered Tong. He drew his rapier and stalked out across the open ground, not quite running, but keeping low, his weasel Onu creeping beside him. The fighter was light on his feet and made the crossing with minimal noise.
Up above, the sentry was completely unaware of what was happening.
"The game is afoot, my friends," whispered Darius, readying his mace and shield.