[IC] Chapter 3: Wergynstone

[speshul]

"The local dogs aren't reacting either, humans are one things animals are another" He muses loudly.

OOC:   I am assuming this is a narrow pathway and to get by we will be in grabbing range.

"Lets hold here a moment, keep it at firing range and maintain the advantage, I don't think we can make it past safetly yet. Everyone OK?"

Tom is still holding the line and will try and keep himself in harms way defending the other. If there is no way to pass safety he will back the group up 10 yards and then wait for around 10 minutes. He doesn't want to admit defeat yet and he also knows turning his back may leave the group exposed.

[Mr. Handy]

"I'm all right" says Cynthia. "Let's not wait too long, though. We don't know how much time we have to prevent...whatever. One thing is certain, we cannot turn back now."

[LTD1969]

"It seems we have to go past the gap however dangerous it may be."


OOC: I'm guessing it's a bit late for Sneak rolls?

[jp1885]

OOC:   By all means give it a try!

[Zero]

Henry Joseph Lewis III continued to listen to the others speculate on how best to deal with their present situation. Surely most of them would make it if the beast attacked them as the group proceeded at a run toward the church. A former collegiate track and field runner at Oxford, the youthful dilettante was rather swift of foot, so he liked his chances if it came to that. As a precaution, he withdrew a pistol from beneath his heavy overcoat and set his focus solely upon the gap in the wall.

"I concur with Miss Knight. Let's keep moving." he said.

[Whitehorse]

OOC:   Much apologies for silence, a cessation of reminder emails and over-the-top busyness.... I shall try and catch up with events...

[Whitehorse]

Roll from wayback....

INT = 80,[dice]0[/dice]

[Whitehorse]

Grigori wonders why they are privy to these fearsome noises and the rest of the village apparently was not...

He throws a rock through the gap at whatever. And presuming nothing leaps out, casts another. Does anything react to provocation? He challenges the entity to make itself known, in Russian and English..

[Mr. Handy]

Cynthia does her best not to be seen or heard.

OOC,Stealth roll (60% skill) to remain undetected: [dice]0[/dice]

[LTD1969]

Cynthia does her best not to be seen or heard.

Professer Garret likewise:

Stealth Skill 40% [dice]0[/dice]


Success!

[jp1885]

Keeping low and quiet, you are able to approach the gap in the wall without, it seems, attracting the attention of whatever lurks behind to any greater degree.

Meanwhile, covered by those who are suitably armed, stones are tossed in and around the aperture.

As they clatter along the lane and against the brickwork, the unholy snarling an howling increases to manic levels. Surely the beast will leap out to tear you limb from limb at any moment?

One stone skitters along the cobbles before bouncing through the yawning darkness of the open doorway and into the shadows...

...and at the same time the bestial racket stops abruptly...

There is silence.

[Whitehorse]

Grigori gathers himself, shotgun still in hand, and walks up to the opening. Looking around to see what can be seen...

[Mr. Handy]

Cynthia cautiously follows.

[jp1885]

The dark yawning aperture, on closer inspection, is merely an open wooden door set in the crumbling wall.

And through this door...

...is a modest kitchen garden, illuminated a little by a dim light flickering in a window of the adjacent cottage.

And that is it. There is no crazed maniac, no slathering beast, no hideous monster.

If you hadn't all experienced the same thing, you'd be forgiven for doubting your senses, if not your sanity.

Speaking of which, a SAN check (1/1d4) each please.

[speshul]

Spoiler:

[dice]1[/dice]Sanity 60
[dice]2[/dice]

Spooked by all of this, Tom will move to the front of the team again and cover the front. He is silent during this time taking all of it in.
[dice]0[/dice]

[Zero]

Henry Joseph Lewis III looked on incredulously for several moments, then reached up with his empty hand and clutched at his long locks of hair, laughed shrilly, then broke off into a run towards the church. He had to get to sanctuary.

Sanity (65),[dice]0[/dice]

Sanity Loss (1d4),[dice]1[/dice]

[Mr. Handy]

I must have daydreamed it, like I always do, thinks Cynthia. But wait, the others heard it too! Perhaps the power of suggestion or...something...

OOC,Sanity roll (current level 80) for realizing that there was never anything here: [dice]0[/dice]

[Whitehorse]

Grigori rubs his forehead, as if trying to massage some sense into his brain...

SAN=49,[dice]1[/dice]

[dice]0[/dice]

[Whitehorse]

His face clenches, as the insanity of it strikes him...

San loss,[dice]0[/dice]

[Whitehorse]

OOC:   eh, not quite that much san... trying again!

[dice]0[/dice]