Tertullian suspiciously peers into the empty corridor, mumbling something unintelligible to himself. He clearly prefers somebody else to go first.
Neirin still has his sling ready and seems disappointed that no targets present themselves. Onwards! They are hiding nearby, I am sure. He moves towards the open door, eager to get a better look across the threshold.
"Rear guard?" says Ranald to Hengist. "Yazzers, can ya see in the dark, you sun-eyed daydog? Never mind ya couldn't hear a rooster. Let me take over..."
Ranald will take over rearguard duty, stationing himself at I6 and keeping an eye on the entrance corridor in case humanoids come in from that direction. He has his crossbow loaded.
Hengist will move up to be next to Bothan and Rowan, halberd at the ready.
(OOC - party call - I believe Faylen and Neirin and the cleric are currently at the front, having opened the door. Then Hengist and Bothan and Rowan with pole arms. Then the mage, I assume at about J2. Then Ranald last of all.)
No orders for Faylen, so I'm just dealing with Neiren.
Neiren crept forward, stretching out his neck to look through the doorway. He was on the lookout for traps, as always, but as always was curious what lay beyond. Straight ahead he could see a staircase ascending, perhaps to a higher level, or perhaps to the ground above. To his right he could see a corridor, and he thought he glimpsed a door at the end, twenty or so feet down.
But to see further, he would have to cross the threshold...
OOC: just to be clear - Neirin isn't a thief, he's a fighter. But thieves are a fairly recent invention anyway, as far as this game is concerned...
No creepy little guys in sight. Neirin inspects the ground on the other side of the door one last time and the moves across the threshold. If nothing bad happens, he continues up to the intersection and peers around the corner.
I really suck at doing what I promise... you guys need to whip me into shape or something.
Neirin carefully stepped into the corridor, then advanced into the intersection, with Faylen following closely behind. Down the corridor to his right he saw a door, an old one by the looks of it. He took a step further and peered at it, as Faylen looked around the intersection itself. It was then that she noticed a tuft of fur hanging from the corner of the stone wall (M1, lower right corner) which she thought resembled the furs the kobolds were wearing.
I will try to get another post in on Monday as previously promised.