Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160715062945/@comment-13615389-20160718042546

Floyd couldn't very well sneak through the swamp, the noises he made with every step gave him away much too easily. And so, he only moved while one of Maurice's pack spoke up as well, or when one of them was distracted; so he he would be drowned out in the clumps of noise. He crept through the low-lying water with his hands sprawled out like a web. The guard he was converging on was quietly singing a wordless song to himself while lazily leaning on a spear, right up until Floyd's hands jumped towards his head, and, in one swift motion, slammed it into the neighbouring swamp tree. With a dull thud, the man's unconcious form crumpled to the ground. The Breton propped Maurice's pirate up so that he wasn't face down in the murky waters, and slinked towards the shack.

As the group got closer, Tiana's shack became more and more visible. It was situated up on the trunks of two trees with a rather wide girthed, partially cut to give the shack the illusion of being carved into the trees itself, and held up by the branches in a net. It took a few steps to get up to the door, likely because Tiana wouldn't want anyone tracking in mud and gave them an area to click their boots enough for it to fall off. The building itself was decrepit and visibly aged with little care for repairs, and yet, somehow held some sort of distinct charm and coziness. It was built of similar gray wood to the surrounding trees, cut into simple boards with no regard for architectural excellence. The roof was shingled rather sloppily and unevenly, with a short outcropping in the form of a miniature tower popping out of it. All of the windows radiated a warm, flickering orange light, likely because Tiana was already home.

Maurice was notably not present, likely because he refused to get his expensive get-up all muddy, but had sent a sizable group of men in his place. One of them walked into Tiana's shack, brushing aside the beaded strings that likely served as a makeshift doorway for the witchdoctor. The others waited in anticipation for him to return and invite them in, but instead there was silence. As they went to investigate what had happened to his men, a series of feminine shouting was heard, followed by the sound of glass shattering. Not a moment after, the Breton who went inside fled the shack screaming and swatting the air as if his immediate space was being thronged by a swarm of invisible insects. The man screamed and shouted despite there being no apparent threat; even his allies were confused by his actions. Before they could question him, the Breton had already sprinted down the banks away from them, prompting Floyd to press himself behind cover. Now, Maurice's whole group attempted to surge into Tiana's shack, but were prevented from doing so by some sort of invisible barrier.