[AU] Butterfly Cage

[Keia]

Connor watched with interest as Lornae faded from view. He waited with the others on what she and Mochor found.

While he waited he thought about the spryte some. It was a possible outcome for himself one day - he didn't think so right now because he didn't want to slow down his learning of the arts.

Connor shook his head and tried to remain ready to help.

 

[Erekose13]

Scinathar waits beside Connor, also very eager to hear what the two scouts find. It readies itself and draws his crossbow, loading it in case a battle ensues. While it doesnt trust that little non-mojh, Mochor is with her and can keep things under control.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Mochor returns, padding silently around the corner. Connor gives a small gaps of surprise when he feels something land on his shoulder, but a soft giggle tells him it's Lornae.*

"There is a large cavern ahead, well-carved with some writing above the large doors on one wall. The mojh is there, and he seems to have healed himself. He is with a woman and a man, both armed and armored, and they are in discussion about something, and seem upset," the oathsworn says softly, "All seem ready to do battle."

 

[Keia]

"There is a large cavern ahead, well-carved with some writing above the large doors on one wall. The mojh is there, and he seems to have healed himself. He is with a woman and a man, both armed and armored, and they are in discussion about something, and seem upset," the oathsworn says softly, "All seem ready to do battle."

"Are they upset with each other, or with our coming?" Connor asked quietly. He looked to where Lornae was, or where he thought she was, "Were there any others?"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"They just seemed upset, I could not understand what they were saying. The mojh did not seem to be directing his anger at them, but was angry all the same," Mochor reports.

"I only saw the three little nasty ones he saw, trying to take what's not theirs. They want to get in and they can't," Lornae giggles softly.

 

[WizWrm]

"This mojh, Kithmenshen," says Sanje, "I feel his death." He stares straight ahead, and his eyes suddenly become vacant. To any familiar with verrik, it seems as though he has momentarily shut off his sense of sight, and possibly his other senses as well. "I do not know when this thing will transpire, but whether we fight them or not, I feel that it is inevitable, now."

As though a switch had been turned, Sanje snaps out of it. He glances to the floor before looking to the other party members. "What shall we do? If they are speaking Draconic, this is a language that I understand, and I could watch them for a while, though I can make no assurances about the ability of my feet to stay silent. Or, we could simply fight them and speak later, when we have forced them into a more accommodating position." Sanje's deep voice shows no hint of humor, and he seems confident of the group's ability to win the potential battle.

 

[Erekose13]

"I am with you on your later suggestion Sanje, fight now ask questions later. We have already established that this mojh is our enemy." Scinathar says matter-of-factly.

 

[Jaik]

"If we are to attack, we should marshall all of our resources. The three fairly drip with weapons and seem accustomed to their use."

 

[Rybaer]

"I agree," Grathis whispers. "Attack first, use our advantage of surprise, then sort matters out."

He readies his morningstar and shield, nodding to the others that he is ready if everyone is in agreement.

 

[Keia]

Connor Loresong Magister 1 HP: 7/7 AC: 13

"I depend on all of your advice for the martial areas. If you think we should attack, let’s do it,” Connor replied. “I’ll do what I can.”