Whisper takes a long look, and notices... This place is a stronghold. The walls are in some weird - probably magical - way reinforced, the windows are obviously bulletproof, and some of them are divided to create a smaller window suitable for firing. The yard is a killzone. You can cover it with fire from most of positions you see in the house. The rest of the house and yard looks almost the same - solid, secure and sculpted by an security expert. There are a few almost-covered remains of an explosion. Half of them look like the effect of land mines, half like grenades, or other kind of fired explosives... And when you look at your left, you notice a dried-out bloodstain, and this part of the yard covered with small metal pellets from a claymore... No trees, no cover, no easy spying or firing positions that would allow any action against the owner... And you get that slight shiver, like there's something - not someone - observing you.
CW frowns in empathetic pain, as his Watcher manages only to squeal before something bigger and badder devours him. After taking a glance on the Otherside, you notice a huge Earth elemental, made of the remains of old buildings, reinforced concrete blocks, and construction steel. He looks at you, puzzling for a while, before it sends a pulse of thoughts. When they reach you, you feel like slowly being hit by a wall, and the words roar in your mind like collapsing buildings. "Master. Where. Who. You."
Bat'Oni does notice this place was built by a broken mind. Barrens like these are dangerous, but most of these dangers are people, and people can be bought, or reasoned with. This man obviously didn't know that. He was probably one of those mumbling, paranoid spellslingers who lost themselves in their magical world, and forgot how this works... And that the best defense isn't shelling yourself in, but rather trapping your enemies.
Uncle Vabka sees a masterpiece. One that the Vory should take interest in, or at least in it's maker. Whoever did this, was obviously a troll or ork. You see signs of it in the size of the embrasure-turned window tiles, doors, and the house. You could shoot an assault cannon from those... Oh, wait. Somebody already did, by the looks of it.
Yani pokes around the node, but it's well made, and sculpted with a certain non-elven charm. It's firewall is high enough to reach the upper-corporate standard, and the node itself looks like an elaborate rotating puzzle from the outside - without knowing the proper sequence of moves to open it there is no way in. It's not hidden, but even a Sunday matrix surfer would notice a hidden threat of security in it's razor-sharp edges and angles that look like they can burst any moment, to shred the intruder to ribbons.
