Ptolus: The Legend of Longcoat


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For all of the trepidation Jarem showed earlier, he seems to take a gigantic spider on his shield in stride.

"Try and hit it, Ada. I just bought this shield." He'll continue trying to take a swing at it.
 

Voadam said:
"I'd rather go to a Jodanian choir service than stand around for this again. Gods your suicidal." Garn heads back out of the room while Vanden insists on pushing the mechanically trapped dragon fountain.
Seeing Garn emerge from the mist Garnet sighs in relief. Looking the big half-orc over Garnet asks: "What happened in there? IS that mist blood or something else? Did I hear you mention something about a trap? Are we heading back to the tavern now?"
 

"Theres a fountain with a horned dragon head spewing out the mist. The idjit there said something about 20 elves and which way the sun rose. When he messed around with the horn it was trapped and darts shot out everywhere. Not happy with almost killing us once he started messing around with it again. He doesn't have the brains of an otyugh."

When Garn hears the trap go off again with more darts shooting out he mutters "idjit." then calls out "You still alive in there?"
 

Vanden purses his lips in frustration. He looks around the room again, squinting through the bloody mist as he contemplates his next move.

[sblock=ooc]Can he still hear voices around him at all? Does there appear to be any sort of other exit from the room?[/sblock]

Shrugging his shoulders at the lack of assistance from the others, Vanden says to Maugra, "You'd best step away- I'm going to try to figure this out one more time."

Once Maugra has moved safely away, Vanden will try the horn again- this time turning it clockwise.
 



Before turning the horn, Vanden listens, looking around.
[sblock=Vanden]There are whispers nearby and some more distant sounds. He cannot see anything through the mist, such as other exits.[/sblock]
After a moment, he begins to turn the horn in the other direction. Almost immediately, there's a subtle bit of resistance with the horn, and darts fly out of the skull one more time. The young monk is ready for this, though, and turns to the side just as the darts fire, and is unharmed.

* * *

Upstairs and a world away, Ada and Jarem frantically try and kill the hideous spider.

The young paladin slashes with surprising grace at his own shield with his bastard sword, the blade slicing the spider in two. Yellowish brown goo gushes over his blade as the body tumbles off his shield, and Ada skips back out of the way as the creature's parts fall to the floor, still twitching.

[sblock=XP!]Ada and Jarem each receive 50 XP.[/sblock]
 

Ada watches the twisted corpse with a grimace.

"Forget all my bitching. I'd have to throw out my shield if that gunk got on it, so you did good."
 

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