Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult" (IC)

[Amaury]

Rosalia's response to Tuk is a simple but irritated: "Shussh!"

She walks away from the pond before noticing Jakobee. How on earth is he doing that??? thinks a bemused Rosalia.

 

[Helfdan]

Roderic stands warily, sword and shield at the ready to meet any threat.

 

[Yttermayn]

Grok feels a tiny popping sensation when he scratches. Something wet is on his fingers.
Rosalia's stone makes an echo-y 'ploik' sound when it hits the pool. Seeing no horrors clamber out of the water, she glances back up after a few seconds to watch Jacobbe ascend.
Thrindar sees the dark patches in the ceiling and in moments, his encyclopedic mind comes up with a bright, red danger flag a moment after Jacobee makes it about 15 feet up a slick, wet column.
A frustrated, involuntary, animal snarl works its way across Scrag's lips when everything starts happening at once without him comprehending why.
John watched and held the staff light aloft, but... did one of those patches move?
Roderic stands, focused on the things on the ceiling. Definately not good. Definately... evil.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"What? What?! What are you all looking at?" asks the mercenary, frustrated by his inability to spot the enemy

 

[Deuce Traveler]

"Spots?" Scrag groans in confusion and strains to see what he is missing, his head canted.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Jakobee! that spot just moved, watch out!!

 

[Voadam]

Jakobee looks around again from his new vantage but there are numerous obscuring shadows and stalactites "Where? I'm not seeing it."

ooc spot check again 6

 

[Amaury]

Satisfied the pond is not an immediate threat, Rosalia focuses her attention on the ceiling. Hearing John's comments, she sees the spot and wastes no time: she raises her shortbow, aims and pulls on it before releasing the arrow that flies to hit the ceiling. get that! whatever you are!
Her feminine looks have suddenly hardened up, and her face is resolute.

OOC:
i don't think this thing suffer from sneak attacK.. I aslo assumed we could all see them.
1d20+3=21
1d6=1

 

[Yttermayn]

Each of the spots on the ceiling suddenly sprout a pair of green glowing eyes, and blackened wings unfurl from withered bodies.
OOC: Everyone roll initiative.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Scrag growled and tightened his grip on his longbow, took aim, and fired.

OOC:
Init: 8, Roll Lookup
Attack: 18, Roll Lookup
Damage: 3, Roll Lookup