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Cahleth looks at his colleagues, "Well, I guess the time for planning is over. We ready to do this?" It's largely a rhetorical question, but Cahleth is betraying some of his uncertainty in the moment.
Out of Character:: Yes, we definitely want the volunteers clustered together on top of the fort walls. That way they can retreat to relative safety if things turn South.
Can Lia, Pol, myself and whoever else is near take up perch in one of those outer-wall towers? Will the volunteers' volleys clear the wall? I trust they won't hit us. They've been well trained .
Despite how grim was the situation, Geoffroy could not help but chuckle at Poljen seemingly believing the words to surrender were for themselves. Speaking softly the cleric says to the barbarian, "They we're calling for our surrender not theirs." He was uncertain if this was done on purpose or by accident. Edited: Thomaslee on 24th Feb, 2017 - 5:13pm
Cahleth starts to signal for the archers, but a quick glance from Poljen makes him reconsider. He will let this play out a bit before signaling for the volley of arrows.
He scans the scene, though, eyeing the approaching lizards, ready to take aim at one.
Nyzahr had emerged from the Blaze's sleeping quarters leisurely, and as everyone was rushing about and swapping plans of defence and assorted strategies, she seemed distant and almost impervious to the impending battle.
She'd stood in front of the entrance to the barracks for a little while, playing a childrens' ditty on her flutes and aimlessly tracing lines in the sand with a horned foot.
She then abruptly stopped playing, suddenly advancing on the tall barbarian, the one they called Poljen, and urgently dragging on his arm to pull him outside of the view from the enemy lines.
As she proceeds to trace a few signs in the air around him and gives out a strange, eery sort of whistle, the members of the Blaze closest to her may notice she holds a small dollop of what seems to be a gummy, sap-like substance in the palm of her left hand.
She quickly ends her ritual by gingerly poking her index finger into Poljen's bulging chest, and he barely gets the time to utter an exclamation of surprise before he suddenly vanishes into thin air.
Out of Character: : the tiefling finally decided to use her Invisibility Spell. The Message she relays to Poljen is as follow:
- You are now invisible to mortal eyes as long as you remain within peace
- Go forth and find the twin lightning bearers
- slay the first in the enemy's midst, his enraged sibling will finish the rest.
- Best if you move silently and swiftly and do not tarry within the beasts' ranks after your grim task is done.
- If you fall in this battle I shall be honored to play for your deathly remains.
- May the Hand Of Beshaba stay far removed from your actions on this day ! Edited: AshDrunbar on 24th Feb, 2017 - 5:40pm
Poljen does a double-take at the tiefling's… not words… message. He grins, not thinking about the fact none can see his smile, turns and steps out of the gate. He walks forward quietly, looking at the arrayed forces before him, hoping the large lizards are at the vanguard of the enemy forces.