<div class="floatright">(http://i827.photobucket.com/albums/zz197/giantmutantcrab/Rhinotaur_zps2u7musbi.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>R'Van (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1714677)<br/><strong>Time of day:</strong>Mid morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Wall of the castle barracks<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Neyly, Zkulu, Garret, Seven-Berries, Alyssa, OPEN to all<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Passive Perception: 15 (or +5)<br/><hr/><br/>At 2018-10-08 18:54:49, Giantmutantcrab (uid: 47912) rolls: 1d20m+1 Result: 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=125239)<br/><br/>Trouble was afoot.<br/><br/>The rhino’s eyes scanned the immediate surroundings around the beautiful, bared antelope female. Two pairs of iron-clad guards were closing in. One human female, with auburn hair and barely covered in white silk, began to move her arms in the air. Her hands weaved patterns in the aether. She was summoning magic. It was something peculiar for the barbarian. He did not fear magic as many other savages did, but had a strange curiosity towards it. To create, produce something out of apparent nothingness was… Unique.<br/><br/>But now was no time to be fascinated. Others, it seemed, were slipping through the crowd to attain the isolated beast-girl. Another human female, with armor and carrying a sword, stepped forward. Her voice was powerful, demanding attention. There was power, there. She spoke out a single, unique word.<br/><br/>A few others positioned themselves about the crowd. There was too much movement to spot it all, even from his vantage point. All he could tell was that many people were maneuvering into positions. R’Van did not know who was whom, nor what they wanted. Perhaps these were also people-snatchers, professional kidnappers whom would shackle and chain free folk, to try and turn them into slaves. The thought made his jaw set into position, teeth clenched hard. His eyes narrowed lightly and his massive hands slowly curled into fists upon the yellowed stone parapet. They were too far, too many individuals were moving. The thought disgusted him, but he could not intervene at this moment. He put a hand out and touched Neyly’s wrist. He pointed with his other hand to the crowd below, and more specifically to the human female who was, apparently, casting a spell.<br/><br/>He wished to bring her attention to the scene below. R’Van was unaccustomed to the laws and traditions of this place, of its peoples. He did not trust the slave owners, or the guardsmen. But the mare besides him… Her, he could trust. At the very least, he would show her what he had witnessed. And he also took a moment to glance about himself, to see just how many guards were around him. If this was going to turn violent, he would need a weapon. And if he had to tear a blade out of a dead guards’ hands… So be it.<br/>