Ptolus: The Legend of Longcoat


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"We should check that out first I think. I didn't see any way to get up stairs from those two rooms. Let's keep checking." says Maugra leading to what she hopes is possibly a set of stairs up. She looks up as well, checking the ceiling of the corridor for trap doors as they slowly progress down the darkened hall.

(ooc: there weren't any obvious stairs up right?)
 

As she shines the lantern on the roof of the second floor corridor, Maugra is able to spot a trapdoor about halfway down the hall. She'd never have seen it had she not been looking for it, as the boards around it are swollen and warped with the passage of time.
 

"Does anyone have anything to pry that open with?" Jossen asks once Maugra points out the trap door. "Akilu, you look like the strongest of us, if you can pry that open, I will cover you. The rest of us should be ready for anything."
 

Wrahn said:
"Does anyone have anything to pry that open with?" Jossen asks once Maugra points out the trap door. "Akilu, you look like the strongest of us, if you can pry that open, I will cover you. The rest of us should be ready for anything."
Akilu nods and leans his trident against the wall. He grabs an overturned and cobwebbed chair lying a few feet away and returns to the trapdoor. He looks at the trapdoor, mouth slightly ajar, as he positions the chair underneath. The chair creaks slightly as his powerful frame steps onto it. The darfellan runs his fingers around the edges of the trapdoor. Unsure of where it is hinged, if at all, he places his hands near the center, his webbed fingers spread wide. His muscles tighten under his oily, tiger-striped skin. He glances briefly at his companions. Once they all seem ready, he pushes up with all his strength.
 

Garnet's eyes fall on the staircase down, below the staircase leading up...
Garnet looks long and hard at the stairs to the cellar remembering the journal making mention of the "ceremony" taking place there. Not wanting to be left behind he hurries behind his companions. Seeing the entry to the attic he can't help but think that his allies are going the wrong way. All the same he does not want to be caught off guard and readies his spear for whatever emerges from the attic's trap door... If anything.
 

Akilu lifts the trapdoor and immediately feels a hard cool breeze upon his face. It's dark, but his dark eyes can make out a low-ceilinged attic filled with numerous boxes. He hears a rustling sound coming from the shadowy recesses.

The thumping stops suddenly, although it's almost immediately replaced by guttural moaning coming from at least two points in the cluttered recesses of the attic.
 


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