The idea was, of course, to maximise confusion and chaos, specifically for the opposition as opposed to them, or any unsuspecting bystanders.
With one of the Weylands keeping watch for her, the Morrigan had spent most of the previous night and some of the early half-lighted dawn laying a complicated set of tripwires, deadfalls, pitfalls and booby traps.
She was particularly proud of the one that looked like a discarded shawl and two broken bricks. As soon as the thread snapped, the other barrow-load of broken bricks would descend from above, probably sounding like a collapsing chimney as it did. The oil slicks and mostly-covered potholes would be surprising, if not entirely out of expectation for ill-maintained city streets.
The dovecote (still full of doves) was probably the best, though. Julian and her up-high view through an overlooking broken window would see to that.
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Booby trap(s) - The Morrigan
Date: 2016-05-06 03:33 am (UTC)From:With one of the Weylands keeping watch for her, the Morrigan had spent most of the previous night and some of the early half-lighted dawn laying a complicated set of tripwires, deadfalls, pitfalls and booby traps.
She was particularly proud of the one that looked like a discarded shawl and two broken bricks. As soon as the thread snapped, the other barrow-load of broken bricks would descend from above, probably sounding like a collapsing chimney as it did. The oil slicks and mostly-covered potholes would be surprising, if not entirely out of expectation for ill-maintained city streets.
The dovecote (still full of doves) was probably the best, though. Julian and her up-high view through an overlooking broken window would see to that.