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<blockquote data-quote="Maidhc O Casain" data-source="post: 5134102" data-attributes="member: 29558">OOC: Let's go ahead and get an initiative roll so I'll know who's heard/seen what before I post up.Abraxis moves up and presses himself to the wall just left of the front doors, peering intently into the darkness. &quot;Can’t see a thing!&quot; he turns and reports.Lerissa is the first to move into the building. With a whispered admonition, &quot;I'm going to separate a bit so please be careful before you attack,&quot; the fierce Tiefling pads silently into the soup.Speaking your intentions to your companions you stride into the room yourself, moving quickly but cautiously against the wall to the East. Myriad sounds echo strangely through the gloom - the drip of moisture from the fog, the skittering of tiny clawed feet as the rats that inevitably inhabit such places move about, and the occasional creak of the building's frame as it settles to accommodate the weight of the grain it contains.The fog muffles Leaf's deep voice even as it carries it to your your ears. The Goliath's words are heard as though through a wall of cotton: &quot;Wait . . . Mustapha? Abraxis? . . . Where is everyone?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Maidhc O Casain, post: 5134102, member: 29558"] [B]OOC: Let's go ahead and get an initiative roll so I'll know who's heard/seen what before I post up.[/B] Abraxis moves up and presses himself to the wall just left of the front doors, peering intently into the darkness. [COLOR="Aqua"]"Can’t see a thing!"[/COLOR] he turns and reports. Lerissa is the first to move into the building. With a whispered admonition, [COLOR="Magenta"]"I'm going to separate a bit so [B][I]please[/I][/B] be careful before you attack,"[/COLOR] the fierce Tiefling pads silently into the soup. Speaking your intentions to your companions you stride into the room yourself, moving quickly but cautiously against the wall to the East. Myriad sounds echo strangely through the gloom - the drip of moisture from the fog, the skittering of tiny clawed feet as the rats that inevitably inhabit such places move about, and the occasional creak of the building's frame as it settles to accommodate the weight of the grain it contains. The fog muffles Leaf's deep voice even as it carries it to your your ears. The Goliath's words are heard as though through a wall of cotton: [COLOR="Green"]"Wait . . . Mustapha? Abraxis? . . . Where is everyone?"[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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