World at war IC

[Moonstone Spider]

Jaceth reins in Asirra towards the back of the group, so as to keep the dinosaur from seeming looming and menacing at close range.

 

[Mallak]

Rossarrell gives Asirra a friendly, absentminded pat on the flanks as the group moves forward.

 

[JonnyFive]

As you approach the gate the guards glance you all over. Their gaze seems to linger on orb for a moment and when they look at each other, you all get a sense of discomfort. When you are almost at the gats (within 15 feet) an unseen voice calls out ”Halt! Stat your purpose!”

 

[Amazing Triangle]

Grim gives them a look. Should I say what is really on my mind?.......No...

"Boss, someone wants you," Grim says nodding to Orb.

 

[Mallak]

<'Stat your purpose'? What a strange accent!> thinks Rossarrell. She glances around for the speaker, attempting to pinpoint the sound by ear.

[sblock=OOC]Spot & Listen checks at +15, also please roll a Sense Motive on the guards, +8.[/sblock]

 

[JonnyFive]

[sblock=Rossarrell] as best you can tell its coming from above the gate, out of one of the arrow windows. the lower guards strike you as dirty bandits in silk. you think that they have very very bad plans for orb, not now but perhaps later[/sblock]

ooc: my spelling sucks and when i forget to run posts through word i end up with comments such as the above

 

[Bront]

"We are the traveling troubadors sent here to entertain the troups. It's been a long journy, and the sooner we can get in the sooner we can get off our feet for a bit. So, could you be a dear and let us pass?" Orb smiles sweetly and flutters her eyelashes.

OOC: Bluff +14, Diplomacy +26

 

[Jdvn1]

Rickol lowers his feet so that he can sit upright again. This, though, leaves him facing backwards. Slightly disoriented, he looks around confusedly.

 

[JonnyFive]

"Ah, yer late. let em pass boys" says the voice. The grins on the guards seem to get more sinister though when orb smiles at them. after a few moments though you all hear an audible click, and the gate swings out, allowing you access to the inner yard.

the inner yard seems to be a mass of confusion. after a few moments though, a young man in an outfit trots up to you "hey this way please" he says then leads you off to a corner where you can set up the stage for your acts.

 

[Bront]

Orb scans the crowd, survaying the general mood and disposition of the crowd.

As they move off to the corner alone. "Rickol, Ross, you think you can scout around a bit and at least find a likely place were we can find who we're looking for?"

"Tommy, Illyes, see if you can't set up a back stage wall where we could potentialy hide something behind. It will make you look busy too."

OOC: Sense Motive +12