
The edge of the quarterstaff sunk slowly in the soft ground as Matteo layed all his weight on it trying to give some relief to his legs, still weary after the long journey. He was feeling nostalgic. Seeing Avan and Ashtellion, the way they moved and their accent, reminded him of his dearest friend, Nubilar the Elf. A fellow member of the Circus. They never met again: friendship with non-humans was unacceptable for the narrow-minded Yowish society. That's also why he was locked in the academy. Trying to focus on the present, he puts away the quarterstaff and takes a heavy club from his backpack, ready for the battle.
As Asthelion is making his way to the cave he has time to think to himself. He'd been doing a lot of this since the man Quasar joined the group. He had stayed out of the debates the new traveler and the group have had and simply observed. Asthelion is typically indifferent to other people only focusing on his own task but he doesn't like where this is going. More than anything, Asthelion has observed that Quasar is fatigued and weary, of what the assassin cannot tell. Maybe battle as the rogue had no doubt the man could handle himself. The rogue had learned not to underestimate people. He himself didn't look like much but those who didn't take him seriously had all ended up in a pool of their own blood. No, Asthelion had no doing Quasar could fight and if I came to it, he decided he would back him up if there were any doubt.
Avan says, "Set up an ambush position here around the mouth of the cave. We'll bait them out."
Initiative(+3): 16
Out of Character: should I roll my other rolls again or keep the old ones?
As they start to walk towards it, Avan realises that Asthelion isn't making a sound, but he isn't trying to camouflage himself.
"Psst!" Avan whispers. "They will be able to see you."
Matteo mentally calls back Dinocil, his familiar, that is sunbathing on nearby stone. When the small lizard is safely hidden in the coin pouch, he advances, following the group. He stops at 25 feet from the tunnel entrance, just in front of it. Holding the club in his left hand, he waits. Spot:18(-2wis +2awereness -2distance)=16 Initiative:7(+3dex)=10
The party sets up around the perimeter of the tunnel as Asthelion inches forward. Once he is within 15 feet of the tunnel Asthelion sees a set of pincers protruding ever so slightly from the loose soil. Edited: Oliron on 8th Oct, 2012 - 4:53pm
As Avan and Asthelion are moving towards the mouth of the cave Ziminar readies his sling to be able the attack the moment its necessary.
Ziminar positions himselft so he can take a clear shot.
He also looks around to make sure they aren't ambushed by any creatures wandering about. He sees nothing that might be of any danger to the group.