[Game Thread] A Little Town Called Duvik's Pass

[punkrockguy]

"I'm sure I can give it a look" Replies Logar, taking his signal whistle out of a side pouch on his pack just incase all the nice hells broke loose. Checking that all possible things on his person that may make noise are tight as is needed Logar first listens and looks down the western exit, then moves off into the darkness towards the yapping noise. As he first steps into the corridor he accidently steps on a lump of silver ore and is almost sent flying as he slips, catching hold of the wall to keep him self only just upright. "oops, thats not a good start. lets give this another try..." he says to the others with a silly grin on his face. Gaining his footing once more Logar makes sure his way is clear of objects and sets off quietly again.

[ryator]

Talathial glares at the dark elf, as if suspecting that the stumble was just to lure in the creature's allies awaiting in the darkness. He casts glances about at the others, still unsure of the motives of any of them. At least one motivated by coin...the ratman just for the thrill. Not sure about the priest or the halfling; but, the dark elf...that one can not be here for anything resembling good.

His hands tighten on the pointed projectiles in his hands, and he casts his glares about at his companions, as if to see into their very souls and verify their honesty. Unhappy with the results, he turns the glare on the western exit, almost wishing for an enemy that he can clearly define as such, to show.

[Barrowss]

Tarleon takes the entire situation in stride. Letting the others work he stays within the light sources of the rest of the people and does not wander around or make any needless actions after the trap has been spotted out to him. Knowing full well that this type of work is beyond his particular set of skills, he keeps his mouth shut and his weapon ready. The fact a trap has been set out does not set right with him, as the statement that someone does not want them here is all but true at this point. Keeping his senses sharp to any other signs that can be seen or heard within this cave, Tarl simply stands by and waits for the others to get done with their work.

[Tj99]

[Bio]

Claire tensed and turned to face the west when she heard the doglike language, others had heard it too apparently and sounded the alarm. Gotta be quicker next time I guess. Fortunately, the trap - or alarm more likely - was found and quickly disarmed, and the halfling woman decided it was good to be around people who knew what they were doing with things like that; traps were a good way to get dead quickly.

The next thing was the purple one, sneaking and playing some sort of twisted practical joke perhaps by ... tripping on his own feet? while walking down the hallway to go scouting out the voice. Claire again felt like so much extra baggage, and shared a look with the other mercenary. Though she didn't know it, he was thinking something similar; 'let the professionals handle it.' But their time was coming perhaps, she took a position beside the entry to the hallway where she could get a knife throw in Readying attack actionas soon as she saw something; most likely, the purple one being chased by the barking thing that would catch her knife in it's gut.

[punkrockguy]

Getting his crossbow leveled ready to fire Logar reaches out with his leading hand and tries to door, slowly opening it trying to keep the hinges from creaking.