Ptolus: The Legend of Longcoat


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Jossen motions Akilu to get into the clear and says quietly, "If they are aggressive, they will come to us, be ready." He waits to shoot anything hostile coming from the trap door.
 

Cthulhudrew said:
From below, Vanden inquires of Akilu- "What is that noise? Is there someone up there?"
For a moment, Akilu pauses in indecision. The press of the numerous boxes, the sudden stop to the thumping, and the breeze fight for his attention. The guttural moaning snaps his attention into focus.

"Plenty of boxes," he says under his breath, "There's a breeze. And two moans, from different spots."

The barbarian leans to the side and snatches his tribe's trident from the wall. He throws the trident through the trapdoor with a seemingly-casual flick of the wrist. Above the group, the sound of the tines thunking into the attic's low-ceiling reveals the strength of Akilu's wrist. He places a hand on either side of the trapdoor opening and crouches slightly.

"I'm sick of jumping at shadows," he growls. "It's time the shadows started jumping from us."

The darfellan launches himself through the trapdoor and ends up crouching on the attic floor. He reaches over and unsticks his trident from the ceiling, searching the shadows for a foe.
 

In the corner the hog tied Garn again rolls his body to slam against a box, causing the box to tip then fall back into place with a solid thump. He looks up to see his attempts to draw attention from those he heard below succeed as the darfellan leaps into the attic. Head throbbing from the knot he received when he was bushwhacked and eyes bulging with rage the ugly half orc howls out his anger but the tight gag transforms the sound to a muffled moaning.
 


Akilu's eyes were made for the ocean depths, and the dim light filtering in from somewhere -- an open window beyond a stack of boxes, perhaps -- is sufficient for him. He spots two different squirming piles that resolve themselves into bound and gagged prisoners.

And there's a third body, this one savagely butchered.
 
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Seeing Maugra standing on the chair holding forth the lantern, Vanden moves near, cupping his hands together. "Perhaps I could assist you with a boost upwards?"
 

"Well, since you offered, that would be helpful." says Maugra in acceptance. She'll go up with her lantern and find out what the others are up to.
 


Maugra's lantern light sheds what seems a feeble circle of light in the attic, and a blast of wet cold air shows that, yes, somewhere there's an open window. But more importantly, her lantern reveals a pair of wiggling struggling figures and one whose struggles are over for good.
 

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