Ohoho! Meghann might be joining with Vigi also, by the way.

At first, when they arrived, Maska had been confident. Sure, he had retreated somewhat to let the warriors do their thing, but any sensible leader would. If he fell, the warriors would be fighting for a leaderless tribe, for nothing. Besides, he was in fact able to think realistically. His body had never been strong, and he could not stand a chance against a fighter. It was a miracle he lived at all, even. But as the attacking forces grew and grew in numbers, his initial positive interpretation was shaken. This, and he had not in fact seen this before. Certainly, he had witnessed justice done in the Great Tribe - executions, castrations. But there was nothing that could have prepared him for what he saw, and the aggression of it made him want to shrink into his robe and stay there. Caught between the urge to stay safe and the need to further encourage his warriors, he retreated furthe, towards the entrance of the Town Hall. Eyes were so fixed at the scenes which unfolded in front of him, that he did not notice the shadowy creeper Claudius not far from the structure. Surrounded by a few Guardians assigned to him throughout this encounter, Maska simply stood and watched for a moment, both appalled and thrilled - and quite uncertain about the outcome.

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Maska sneaks into the Town Hall, hoping to be unnoticed. Who discovers him?

Shikoba faced one male who smelled strongly of the mutt pack, and Maska sneered with glee when looking at the powerful war-horse and -bow. The air was thick with sounds and scents already, but Maska closed his senses and remained focused on the scene unfolding not far from him. Shikoba's strength was not something to underestimate, and Maska was not so much scared as he was fascinated. Still, instinctively, the leader stepped backward and entered the Town Hall with his back first through the door. It would be safer if no one knew where he was - if they captured him, it could easily mean an end to the lives of many AniWayans. Maska had faith in the members of the tribe and their will to defend their leader with their life. That was what one did in the Great Tribe, and he considered this a branch of that same tribe, assuming they shared values completely. Once inside the Town Hall, the sounds muffled and he could no longer see the fighting except from out the little window slits. Sikyatavo, on the other hand, remained outside, not afraid of the weapons or hissing arrows. And why should a sacred spirit fear mortal weapons? Indirecty blinded to the ongoings of the outside, he calmed only after one of the Guardians, Sekou, flamed past one of the windows and signalled that the Town Hall was safe - at least int hat warrior's estimation. If he was lucky, no one had seen him enter the building. It would appear as though he had vanished. It was for the better of the tribe that he did not expose himself.

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I only have this thread, and need to post for activity, so here is a little post. Someone, please move this thread along?

Maska paced inside the Town Hall, conflicted and strongly affected by the urgency of his situation. He was beginning to feel nervous as time passed. Had someone seen him slip into the building? Could Shikoba keep them at bay? The noises outside was a constant. He kept thinking he should have brought someone in here with him. Sikyatavo hopped from the chair to the floor and back up, curious and wanting to see out of the window. He occasionally whispered requests for Maska to see what was going on, but the gray wolf would not risk revealing his position by doing something as stupid as appearing in the window. Still, he knew that this was not enough. There were those in the tribe who did not fully support him - their spirit guides could easily spot him through the high air-slits in the walls and roof. He did not fear the Itawamba eagle, though. The Amara was too dedicated to the tribe to reveal him, but there were many other members whose guides he had never seen - were they birds? It made him nervous. An idea came to him, and he quickly reached for the numerous blankets which were stored in the wall shelves, and hung them to cover the windows in quick and resolute movements. Unless someone had been actively studying the building, they could not have seen it - or so he hoped. Finally the male positioned himself under the window, against the wall where he could hear most of the noises - where he estimated that most of them could decide to check the windows. Sitting crouched beneath it, he was not sure how long he could keep his composure. He had never seen war like this.

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