Ptolus: The Legend of Longcoat

[Cthulhudrew]

Shrugging, Vanden grasps the horn of the dragon. "If that's east, then the horn could still turn either way." Praying to the gods, he will turn the horn counterclockwise 20 times, ending with it pointing along in the direction Maugra indicated.

[sblock=ooc]Hope that works. If it doesn't turn counterclockwise, then he'll turn it the other way, but still end in the same direction.[/sblock]

 

[Voadam]

Brow furrowed in concentration, Vanden muses aloud. "The elvish alphabet has twenty characters. Turn the dragon's horn twenty times "as the sun rises and falls." East to west. Does that mean counterclockwise, or towards the east?"

Turning to Garn, he asks, "What direction is east relative to us?"

"What do I look like, the @#$ing Daykeeper?" Garn eyes the opaque mist with a snarl, his expression hunting. "Now shut it. If there are two hiding in this mist I want to sniff them out before they put a knife in my side." Garn strains his ears listening for breathing or any other betraying sound.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Vanden grips the dragon's carved horn and begins turning counterclockwise. About halfway through the spins, he feels a slight hitch and hears the twanging vibration of some mechanism.

Darts fire from concealed holes within the crannies of the carved dragon skull, spraying out in all directions. Vanden, Garn and Maugra all exclaim in pain as the ancient darts find soft flesh.

[sblock=ooc]Vanden and Maugra take 2 points of damage, Garn takes 4.[/sblock]

 

[Cthulhudrew]

Vanden gasps in pain and releases the dragon's horn. He jumps back, pulling at the darts that struck him and examining his wounds. "Is everyone all right?" he asks as he assesses the damage his companions may have suffered due to his actions.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Examining his wound, Vanden sees that it's bleeding more freely than it ought to, and the red mist seems to linger on the wound almost as if alive and hungry.

 

[Trollbabe]

Vanden gasps in pain and releases the dragon's horn. He jumps back, pulling at the darts that struck him and examining his wounds. "Is everyone all right?" he asks as he assesses the damage his companions may have suffered due to his actions.

Timidly remaining outside the mist Garnet glances back down the corridor then back into the mists. "Is everything ok? Did you find something?"

 

[Pitchwife]

"Oh crap," Ada says. "PALADIN!" she shouts.

Ada's shout snaps Jarem out of his cutlery-induced reverie.

"Ada?" He turns, only glancing briefly at the bar since her voice seemed to be further away than that, and goes looking for her.

"Where are you?"

 

[Trench]

"Here! Fighting giant spiders that you should be in front of not me!"

If she can, while swinging, Ada tries to back out enough to give Jarem room to enter and flank the spider.

 

[Pitchwife]

Ada tries to back out enough to give Jarem room to enter and flank the spider.

Jarem likes this plan - he'll slide past if possible. If not:

"Ada, back out of there. Draw it out, easy now." He'll stand to the side so as to have an angle as quickly as possible.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Ada moves out, backing against the bar. The pair are constrained as to how far they can move from the door easily.

There's a sound Ada knows to be the spider moving down, toward the open doorway.