[narf poit chez BOOM]

ooc:[well, it's been a few days. maybe my brain has cleared up. oh yes, the baron...]

Narp "any chance you could integrate the flour into the shield? In the meantime, maybe you should see if you can mind read the psi."

Narp sits down, pulls his toolkit out of his backpack and starts polishing his sword and new bow. he puts the shield down face-up near him.

"Oh, yeah. You should probably see where everybody is."

a few minutes earlier, near the mountain...

The baron shook his head suddenly. what was he doing? He was chasing the group that had...but...none of his actions where characteristic. He looked around in confusion. one thing seemed apparent: "Get some real scouts out!"

All rulers were trained to recognize mental influence. The effectivity depended on the individual and it wasn't perfect, but still...
"Head back! We're going back to the manor! Fast!"

The soldier's we're even more confused and worried about the baron's state of mind. But at least he had decent scouts out now.

The bandits approaching the manor could see it clearly now the rain was gone; it hadn't Lasted long. The leader gave an order and they all made sure that any bright object was either sheathed or covered with mud, that nothing would clank and pLastered their faces. The advance began again.

ooc:[The psi could have been smoothing over small disagreements; it could manifest, long term. it looks like it cleared up. Yaay! humourus song reference intended.]

[ August 09, 2003, 07:21: Message edited by: narf poit chez BOOM ]