Ptolus: The Prison of the Sahuagin Queen

[Cthulhudrew]

[sblock=ooc]I'm fine with it.[/sblock]

 

[Trollbabe]

[sblock=OOC]Fine with me too.[/sblock]

 

[Erekose13]

[sblock=ooc]Yup absolutely good to go.[/sblock]

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

The next morning, the Ten Bells looks much the same, although now the watchmen at each door have gotten stools and the caliber of those assigned has dropped quite a bit: The watchman outside the old shack entrance is asleep, while the one that's supposed to be at the door of the inn proper can be found halfway down the block, talking up an early rising streetwalker.

 

[Voadam]

In a better mood this morning Garn resists the urge to clout the sleeping guard and swiftly moves into the Ten Bells unnoticed while the opportunity is ripe.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Muddy bootprints, now long since dried, mark the traffic of countless watchmen in and out of the Ten Bells.

Heading downstairs, it looks like no stone was left unturned, and much of the building has been stripped of anything suspicious -- or valuable -- but the stone circle outside Longcoat's lair remains in the up position, as though it were nothing more than a marking on the floor.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

*double post*

 

[Erekose13]

Maugra moves forward, still conscious of the last time she set off a trap and commands the circle to descend once everyone is on board.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

It appears the watch did not discover the secret of the circle, and as the group descends back down into the earth, they find everything as it was.

 

[Voadam]

Garn

"Heh the ignorant louts'll never figure it out. Let's see if the beetles are gone." Garn sloshes his way ahead.