((As mentioned, taking the 'longer route' to the western edge of the building, behind the barn, would take about 2x as long as the northern route that Johan, Thygor, Asara, and Crysanthemum took. However, due to the 'complete stealth' option no longer being available, I'm going to kinda...speed up your end, Cyria, so that this is all happening at roughly the same time.  ))<br/><br/>((Also ,my goodness Ragnar...I imagined part of your stealth check being you licking your weapon, but doing it like sucking on a lollipop, and every bit as loudly...XD *SLUUUUUUURRRRRRRP OMNOMNOM SLUUURP!*...There! Poison! x3 Sorry, haha...-2 stealth just tickled me SOOO much, I loved it. XD ))<br/><br/>((*FURTHER note...* It's assumed all of this is happening pretty much as soon as Thygor is seen/heard, which does not take exceptionally long))<br/><br/>***The north side of the building...***<br/><br/><br/>Moving out as one unit, the group begins the slow trek around the northern edge of the building. It was not perfect cover nor the perfect approach by any means, but if what Dart had said was true, they were on some rather serious time constraints. After all, if the Well was opened before they got to the farmhouse, and it turned out to be an arcane spring...the two individuals who were supposed to be mages would have a rather considerable advantage. No, a DEADLY advantage, if they managed to turn the full power of the Well against the group.<br/><br/>About halfway through the trek, Cyria breaks off from the group and continues to scuttle westward, while the remainder of the group begins to creep southwards,  coming in on the northern side of the building. To some, though, 'creep' was a rather...broad term.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Sreeee...clank! Sreeee....clank! Sreeee...clank! DONK. </span><br/><br/>Every footstep, no matter how slow or well placed, makes Thygor's armor screech noisily, the plates rubbing against each other and clanking with every step. At times, so involved is he in not making a sound with his armor, that the enormous shield he carries inadvertently thuds against his chest or thigh, again creating a loud metallic sound that rings out across the otherwise still air of the countryside. 'As stealthy as a rhino' was a somewhat poor comparison, as even a Rhino might have been capable of taking one or two steps without causing such an overwhelming ruckus.<br/><br/>Needless to say, by the time the group has closed within a couple hundred or so feet, a figure has stepped around from the front of the building, peering out over the grass at the hulking figure making it's way in their direction.<br/><br/>"Ah. Piss." Shodon growled under his breath. Okay, something was up. The fairies, Dart might have missed. They had wings, could fly, might have been kinda quiet, maybe approached the house opposite where he was, any number of different things. The huge dragon creature, though, stood out like a sore thumb, and STILL there was no warning shot from Dart, no sign that he'd even seen the massive beast. Dart got distracted easily, but there's no way he'd not have seen the massive, LOUD dragon, especially out here in broad daylight. That meant something had happened. It had to.<br/><br/>Soon enough, a second figure appears beside him - the catboy, Lucan. Eyes widening in surprise, he peered at the oncoming repilian beast nervously - eeesh it was BIG, and just kinda...ever so casually strolling their direction, practically bristling with malicious intent "I, uh...I'll get the others real quick." He says, eyes never leaving the dragon's menaceing frame.<br/><br/>"Yeah. Quick. Two raps, two seconds, three raps. " Shodon responded, settling his hand a little further down on his spear, gripping it tightly. He could practically smell the trouble in the air. First, the appearance of the two fairies, not exactly entirely unheard of in and of itself...but, so soon afterwards, ANOTHER appearance, all with Dart not checking back in or even sounding the alarm that it was approaching...<br/><br/>It all just felt wrong.<br/><br/>Lucan, without another word, trotted back to the house, drew his blade, and using the pommel beat out a loud note on it twice, paused briefly, then beat out another quick series of *Thuds*.<br/><br/>"Hoooooo there, reptile. Stay where you are." Shodon called out loudly in warning, accenting it with the slow-but-steady leveling of his spear in the enormous creature's direction. Eesh, that was a big sucker, and truth be told, he had no desire to tangle with the enormous, scaled thing.<br/><br/>Johan actually finds, at least for the moment, that separating himself from Thygor DOES help his own approach, and for now he remains unnoticed, allowing him to creep ever-closer through the grass, nearly crawling on hands and knees to stay below the grassline and avoid being seen.<br/><br/>((Currently, Thygor is able to close to within about 60 feet before the warning is called, Asara and Johan slip a little closer to 50ish feet))<br/><br/>((DC 15 perception to overhear the following))<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">"Aniel! Trouble! Got a double then a triple!" A female voice can just barely be heard from inside the house, followed by the pounding of boots towards the front entrance. A indecipherable voice shouts something back, only to be overridden by a rather loud growl of frustration</div></div></div><br/><br/>Rejoining his comrade a few moments later, Lucan draws the longsword from his belt, even as two MORE individuals begin to step out of the front of the building, winding their way around the edge to join the catboy and wolfman standing down the dragon - a elvish girl in what looked looked like somewhat skimpy chain armor, clearly made more for giving her free range of movement more than an immense amount of protection, and a battle-scarred human woman in revealing studded leather, wielding a rather large blade, slung casually up across her shoulder.<br/><br/>Just a few steps behind THEM comes someone the group had only just laid eyes on now for the first time - a dragon. Well, sort of a dragon, clearly she had a great deal of dragon blood in her, despite only standing about five feet tall. The girl looked almost elvish in nature, save for a few draconic body parts that stood out like a sore thumb - her wings, for example, not to mention the small, curved horns to either side of her head. She looked young, likely no more than the early-to-late teens of a human girl's life, yet dragons - even half blooded dragons - were known to live exceptionally long lifes. Odds are, she was closer to forty or fifty, despite looking half that at best. She wore nearly nothing save for a few bits of rather basic clothing, and even that was minimal at best, likely to inhibit her as little as possible. (Picture for Aniel).<br/><br/>The rapid response was somewhat surprising, but within a matter of moments, a group of five is assembled before Thygor, the four more melee-focused individuals arranged in tight semi-circular pattern around the draconic girl, whom was just out of easy reach behind them.<br/><br/><br/>"What in the HELL is going on here?!" She states in a pretty, high-pitched, and somewhat musical voice "You're picking a bad time to go out for a walk, friend." Casting a glance in Johan's direction, the dragon girl seems to peer right AT him. In fact...she DOES "...Or should I say, friends? You don't want me to light that grass you're playing in on fire, you'd better show yourself, or this place is going to get a WHOLE lot hotter."<br/><br/>"Where ez Yumina?" The elf says, casting a brief glance over her shoulder towards the house behind "Ze fairy does not keep her? Ech....iz zumthing wrong, knew ze fae was too good to be true."<br/><br/>Mention of a 'fae' seems to make Aniel's tail twitch in annoyance - and surprise - clearly, she didn't know about the fae girls, or what they'd done. Ignoring that little fact for the moment, she calls out again "Show yourselves and state what you want here, or leave. You are already trying my patience!"<br/><br/>((Please, no responses yet! ^_^ I'm working on the next two, and they'll be up soon! THEN feel free to respond! <3 ))