Book 3: Act 1 - The Stuff of Legends

[ManWithDoor]

The bard enjoys the smell of the grain. After the weirdness they've been finding so far, it is a comforting sensation. Even when this town was hustling and bustling, the barn would have smelled the same. Full of barley, feeding both animals and citizenry alike. A life-sustaining scent. He lightly places a hand on the side of the barn, reveling in the moment even if it won't last long.

"Alright, another building to clear. We've gotten good at it." He still has his bow out, but could switch to melee if things get tight on the inside of the barn.

[Othniel]

Nimiriel stands back and waits for the other two to investigate, covering the door with hands at the ready to cast a spell should any live spriggans show themselves.

[Graven]

Once again with bow in hand, Arenhal looks around, scanning shadows and corners for movement or odd shapes. Any place he'd personally use to hide gets extra consideration. "I'm worried that it's so quiet, myself. No bodies, no real signs of battle. I hope everyone got to the castle, but then I'd expect them to have come back out into the town."

[Vardaen]

You slide the door open and look into the dark barn. The shadows on the piles of barley are moving, shifting... some sort of undead abomination!!!!

No no wait, its not shadows, is fur, hundreds and hundreds of rats are feasting on the feed!

As the door slides open you disturb their feeding!

[ManWithDoor]

Arent nudges the Luggage in front of him, the hungry thing much more useful in this situation than himself. "Alright buddy, get ready. If those things start trouble, I need you to rush in there and gobble them up, or crush them. Whatever you're most in the mood for."

[Othniel]

"Oh, how horrid!" Nimiriel leaps backward, summoning her shadowy cloak. "Shut the door!"

OOC

Draw sword. Conjure Shadow Cloak of Darkness.

[Graven]

Arenhal pulls the door as he backs out. "See, Cal, this is why I bring poison on a diplomatic mission," he mutters as he heaves it closed. Even if he can't stop the rats from getting to the rest, he can restrict access.

[Vardaen]

Arenhal pulls the door closed before the swarm of rats turns on you. As it slams closed the noise stirs them up. A half dozen rats come out of the grange, but Arent and The Luggage make quick work of them. You back up moving clear of the barn before drawing more attention from the swarm to yourself.

OOC

So yeah good call, or 3 rat swarms attack.

Where too, big building on this side of the road or cross?

[ManWithDoor]

"Er ... good move." He wipes off the blood from his boot. "I'm good with leaving them to it." He points to the last significant building on this side of the town. "Good to be thorough. Hit that up, then head deeper?"

[Othniel]

"May as well." Nimiriel shivers. The mental image of being devoured by a rat swarm in her mind. "And no more rats!"