<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0gfM4P5.jpg)  </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Molle Aliyev</strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>12<strong>AC:</strong>16<strong>Passive Senses:</strong>15<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal-ish.<br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=627666)<br/><hr/>Molle assesses the scale of the gate as she paces a few steps around, the steel rings of her chain shirt and the arrows of her quiver rattling as she crouches and gathers a few twigs.  She lays out a crude-- very crude-- shape on the table of what, to a generous observer, might pass as the shape of the fort's towers and gates.  "So... three of the four-- if they only bring so many-- will be here at the gates."  Stacking a cluster of pebbles between the 'gate' twigs, she stops to brush a loose strand of golden hair from her eyes.<br/>"Oleg, you should wear the armor under your cloak, and should tell them that Svetlana is ill, so she can remain inside, protected.  She may need buckets of water, in case they bear torches."  She wipes at her mouth again as she struggles to separate the flickers of imagined possibility into coherent images in her mind.  "Oleg, leave the gates open, just be prepared to take cover.  We can use some rope to knot you a ladder, to get you onto the battlements and into some cover... again," she swallows, tries to assure herself, "where you can man buckets of water, if they do try to fire the structure.<br/>"When they ride in-- you close one gate and stay outside, I close the other.  That's your signal, company, to spring the trap... Oleg holds the gates from outside... set a block of some kind, like a stump, to wedge the doors, and I'll remain within with my blade.  You all spring your trap, draw their attention away from Oleg and I until we can close it up.  Amelia and Hamm, you use what powers you can to slow them, keep them standing, and rain arrows.  They'll have to leave their horseback, at least, to open the gates."<br/>She shakes her head at the thought of facing four on horseback in such confined space.  "They'll get at me, probably tear me up quick, if your spells and traps fail.  I'll need one of these potions, most likely."<br/><hr/><strong>OOC:</strong>