Old Fezziwig
this is a low-flying panic attack
Grendel stands to the side, waiting to see what happens. He doesn't make any special preparations for a possible attack or any such thing, just watches as the others inspect the area.
Iron Heroes - Dark Harbor
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Dalamar
Adventurer
Damien didn't hear anything, though the soft sound of waves washing against the Tower and Take a Chance might've concealed sounds from the inside.
"Aye aye, tomorrow morn is the latest we can wait, after that we'll run short on rations on the return trip."
The Tower itself would seem to be fifty or even sixty feet across. The ceiling is approximately 10ft high, and judging from the arrow slit-windows, all of the floors are similarly sized.
Checking the door, Ghuntomas notes that it isn't locked and doesn't find anything wrong with it. Everyone at the ready, he opens the door, which opens into the room the group is currently in, the hinges corroded by the salty air wailing a sad cry.
The room behind the door is much smaller than the one the group is currently in, and shaped like a quarter-circle. The ceiling is filled with spider webs, though by their appearance made by a spider the size most of you wouldn't want to ever see. The creater of the web isn't visible, however.
There's a door, slightly ajar, straight across.
"Aye aye, tomorrow morn is the latest we can wait, after that we'll run short on rations on the return trip."
The Tower itself would seem to be fifty or even sixty feet across. The ceiling is approximately 10ft high, and judging from the arrow slit-windows, all of the floors are similarly sized.
Checking the door, Ghuntomas notes that it isn't locked and doesn't find anything wrong with it. Everyone at the ready, he opens the door, which opens into the room the group is currently in, the hinges corroded by the salty air wailing a sad cry.
The room behind the door is much smaller than the one the group is currently in, and shaped like a quarter-circle. The ceiling is filled with spider webs, though by their appearance made by a spider the size most of you wouldn't want to ever see. The creater of the web isn't visible, however.
There's a door, slightly ajar, straight across.
Iron Captain
First Post
Subotai eyes go wide at the sight of the giant spider web.
"What sort of creature could create something like that?" He asks as he motions towards the web with the end of his bow.
"Shall we press onward? Someone in the front should carry a torch, who knows what lurks in these shadowy corners?"
He holds the arrow and bow in one hand while he pulls a torch from his belt. He will give it to the first to offer to carry it.
He keeps a sharp eye and ear out for any strange movement or unwanted critters that might be lurking ahead of them. (Spot and Listen +7)
"What sort of creature could create something like that?" He asks as he motions towards the web with the end of his bow.
"Shall we press onward? Someone in the front should carry a torch, who knows what lurks in these shadowy corners?"
He holds the arrow and bow in one hand while he pulls a torch from his belt. He will give it to the first to offer to carry it.
He keeps a sharp eye and ear out for any strange movement or unwanted critters that might be lurking ahead of them. (Spot and Listen +7)
Old Fezziwig
this is a low-flying panic attack
"We shouldn't have to worry much about the creator. I'll take care of it. Give me the torch." Grendel takes the torch and lights it with the flint and steel in his pack. The sailor then starts to slowly pace off the edges of the room, lighting the webs with carefully with the flame.
Ambrus
Explorer
In answer to Subotai's question Damien points to the carcass of the unusually large centipede lying in the first room. "I imagine one or more spiders of a stature comparable to this creature. It seems that there's something in this tower which makes the vermin grow unnaturally large. Perhaps something remains of the Masters' eldricht power here..." Remaining still, the young arcanist attempts to reach outward with his eldricht senses, trying to gain a feel for the flow of mana in the room around him.
OOC: There aren't any rules that covers what Damien is trying; the Iron Heroes magic system has no detect magic equivalent that I'm aware of. I'm just role-playing really.
Damien offers Grendel a smile of approval when the scarred sailor takes up the torch and proceeds to burn down the thick webs. "Good idea Grendel, though be careful. Such an enlarged spider may be unusually tricksy and dangerous. Everyone, keep looking up. We don't need poisonous or diseased vermin dropping down on any of us." Taking his own advice, the young sage pulls the strap of his mariner's bag over his shoulder to sling it securely across his chest and then pulls the hood of his cloak up to cover his head. "Grendel, when you're done pass me the torch; you'd do best to keep your hands free for your shield and weapon."
OOC: There aren't any rules that covers what Damien is trying; the Iron Heroes magic system has no detect magic equivalent that I'm aware of. I'm just role-playing really.
Damien offers Grendel a smile of approval when the scarred sailor takes up the torch and proceeds to burn down the thick webs. "Good idea Grendel, though be careful. Such an enlarged spider may be unusually tricksy and dangerous. Everyone, keep looking up. We don't need poisonous or diseased vermin dropping down on any of us." Taking his own advice, the young sage pulls the strap of his mariner's bag over his shoulder to sling it securely across his chest and then pulls the hood of his cloak up to cover his head. "Grendel, when you're done pass me the torch; you'd do best to keep your hands free for your shield and weapon."
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Old Fezziwig
this is a low-flying panic attack
"Only too glad to," the sailor says. Once finished, he hands Damien the torch, straps on his shield, and unsheathes his sword.
Dalamar
Adventurer
The webs easily take fire, despite the damp air all around.
Damien doesn't unearth anything, though the hair at the back of his neck starts standing.
After the fires die down, the group moves to the door. Taking a peek inside, the pointman doesn't notice anything and opens the door. The view opens into a hallway running along the outer wall of the tower, running to the right and back. There's another closed door right to your left, while stony steps leading down are at the end of the hallway to the right.
The outer wall is adourned by one of the windows on this floor, showing a scene of the sea with a few other Towers jutting over the waves.
Damien doesn't unearth anything, though the hair at the back of his neck starts standing.
After the fires die down, the group moves to the door. Taking a peek inside, the pointman doesn't notice anything and opens the door. The view opens into a hallway running along the outer wall of the tower, running to the right and back. There's another closed door right to your left, while stony steps leading down are at the end of the hallway to the right.
The outer wall is adourned by one of the windows on this floor, showing a scene of the sea with a few other Towers jutting over the waves.
Iron Captain
First Post
Subotai nods to Damien and looks out the window admiring the view from this height.
