[@Vec][@Eklispe]
The sound draws nearer until a silhouette appears against the fog; a creature walking on all fours!  It looks like a tall, muscular man, but with a patch of white fur running along its back, and a face like a dog.  It's wicked claws scrape across the ground, it breathes raggedly from a festering mouth of broken teeth.  The Things head hangs limply toward the ground, but neither of you are fooled -- it sees you just the same.

Suddenly the thing leaps at Meng Wu!

Meng Wu reacts with supreme reflexes, [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1781]at once moving aside and cutting the Thing with his sword[/url] as it flies by.  With a surge of [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1783]power[/url] his blade flies through its flesh as though it were cutting air.

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[@jumpadraw][@rocketrobie2]
Beyond the gate is a well threaded sandy courtyard segmented into various areas that seem to be for both training and recreation, and there are some buildings off in the distance.
You only give that a cursory glance, however, for far more pressing are the dozens of men and women who occupy the courtyard itself.  They are all bald, obviously monks of some sort, and most are wearing sickly yellow robes though a few wear robes of pure black, and one standing before everyone else is clad in white.  They're all standing in rows, staring directly at you.  There is a look of disappointment on many of their faces, as though they were expecting someone else, though some look stern and unwelcoming.

The one clad in white is an older man of intimidating size; there are jagged black tattoos along his face, and he also has a goatee and milky eyes.  In fact, he looks to be blind.

The white clad man opens his mouth to speak, but closes it solemnly and nods.  You realize that he is gesturing behind you, where a young man covered in scars has approached from the fog.