Ptolus: The Legend of Longcoat

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

As Jossen and Vanden look at each other in silence, the rain slackens for a moment, letting them listen to the hovel and the Ten Bells creak around them. Through the thin wall separating Coraithe's living quarters from the rest of the inn, they hear something like a footfall on a wooden floor.

 

[Cthulhudrew]

Vanden glances at his companions furtively. "Did anyone else hear that?" He moves towards the wall, putting his ear up against it to try and get a better sense of things. "It sounded like footsteps on the other side."

As he strains to hear more, he comments, "I shouldn't think that ghosts would make a noise when they moved, thus I would venture to say whatever it is is not the one we seek."

[sblock=ooc]You didn't mention any doors in the room connecting Coraithe's home to the Ten Bells, but is there one? And if not, does it look like there might be something that was boarded over or, I don't know- spackled over? Vanden will make a Search check if he doesn't see anything obvious.[/sblock]

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Vanden pulls his ear away from the wall, running his fingers over it. It wasn't obvious in the dim light before, but he realizes now that what he previously just took for a section of wall is actually a door that has been both plastered and painted over.

 

[Cthulhudrew]

Vanden clears away any obstacles that might be blocking the plastered over door, and searches in the vicinity of where a handle might be/have been. As he does so, he asks the others, "Did anyone see another way into the adjoining building from outside? There seems to be a door here, but it has been covered over."

Using one of his copper pieces, he scrapes at the plaster and paint, judging how easily it might be to break through.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

The handle that was formerly part of the door is long gone, and the hole is filled by something that's dried into a solid plug of material.

The good news is that Coraithe used cheap paint that cracked over the years and the plaster that holds the door shut has succumbed to the moisture of the sea air. With perhaps only a little more trouble than breaking down her front door, Coraithe's back door can be opened as well.

 

[Cthulhudrew]

Perhaps with more diplomacy than the situation warrants, Vanden knocks on the wall by the plastered over door. "Hello? Is someone there? Are you locked inside?"

 

[Trollbabe]

Perhaps with more diplomacy than the situation warrants, Vanden knocks on the wall by the plastered over door. "Hello? Is someone there? Are you locked inside?"

"She ain't the talkative type. I suggest if you want to see what's behind that wall... err door... we kick it in." Garnet still seems bothered by the mood of the home. "Hospitality is somewhat lacking here..."

 

[Dave Turner]

"She ain't the talkative type. I suggest if you want to see what's behind that wall... err door... we kick it in." Garnet still seems bothered by the mood of the home. "Hospitality is somewhat lacking here..."

Akilu turns to follow Jossen back down the alley, but pauses as Vanden and Garnet uncover the hidden door. "Wait a moment, Jossen. We've found a hidden door."

Triton's blood, why did Vanden call through the door? We've lost suprise, if we had it at all. Foolishness!, Akilu thinks to himself.

Akilu steps inside the hovel and rolls his striped shoulders in anticipation of breaking the door down. "Break it down?", he asks quietly.

 

[Erekose13]

Maugra peers towards the watchman, making sure he is not up to no good.

ooc: are we waiting for the current events to catch up with us? did we get a bit ahead time wise than the other group?

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Watchman Kaleck emerges from around the corner, looks at Maugra and then promptly empties the contents of his stomach on the sand. He wipes the bile from his lips while glaring at her.

"I'm going to get the lieutenant. Clear out, if you're wise; he likes to throw them that stand around a crime scene in the clink, thinking that often as not, they was up to no good anyway, standing around a crime scene."

Leaning back to let the rain wash his lips clean, he looks down at her again, shakes a wavering finger at Grant and then high-tails it through the rain to the watchhouse at the far end of Salt Spray Street.

[sblock=ooc]The 24 Gods of the Hours have massaged the timeline for simplicity's sake, saying "eh, good enough for government work." You're all at the same point in time now.[/sblock]