War of the Lost Kingdom

Greta holds the torch next to Docanter’s new weapon. She mentions the feeling of dread and being observed by something or someone outside the torchlight.

"I feel like we’re being watched. Like the whole quiet itself was looking."

Greta grabs a battle axe and straps it across her pack.

"I’m ready."

"Well, we -is- bein' watched," Ian mutters quietly as he grips the two gladius unsheathed in his hands. "So that is'a true an accurate statement."

"Be ready" he says, raising his shield and fully unsheathing the mysterious sword

I pull out my two gladius and move into the shadows.

Waving his sword at Greta to get her attention Ian gestures at the wall along the door before he takes up position, quietly, on the other side of the door. He presses up against it, ready to flank whatever it was that came through.

Greta wields her longsword in both hands as she too ducks into a shadow off to the side of rhe door

Shaking his head, Ian tries to silently tell the others to not move a goddamn muscle, with the telepathy that all androgynous redheads have. All of them. Holding his breath he listens for other sounds.

Zifu looked at her lamp, and reasoned that whatever was approaching was attracted to the light. She stood by the table and closed her eyes, brow furrowed in concentration.

Zifu gasped, breaking the silence. "Close the door," she hissed, then mentally commanded Hu to join the group inside the armory.

Nodding, Ian uses his borrowed gladius to slowly close the door as quietly as he could. In the dark, he kept listening for any sign of what was the cause of so much strife.

Greta creeps across the armory and tries the door on the other side.

Zifu cried, "Ouch! You stepped on my toe!" before she clamped her hand over her mouth.