{Olde School} X2 - Castle Amber - IC

Drohem · April 22, 2009, 12:43:16 PM

"Let me try something. Semina, get ready to slam the door shut, if you would please," Thraim says.

Thraim steps forward into the doorway, but stands about three feet back of the actual room. He points his crossbow at the ceiling and let's a bolt fly into it.

Venosha · April 22, 2009, 12:54:20 PM

Semina looks over at Thraim as he walks about 3 feet in front of the room. She grabs the door handle as requested and watches the dwarf aim towards the ceiling. "Tell me when," she watches intently as she readies herself in a running stance. 'Hope the door holds.' she anxiously mumbles to herself.

Semina cringes as Thraim shoots a bolt at the ceiling, and awaits nervously for the dwarfs command.

StormBringer · April 22, 2009, 01:30:58 PM

The bolt whistles through the air and strikes the ceiling with a muffled tink, and tumbles end over end onto the floor where it is quickly absorbed by the green slop. There appears to have been something of a dent where the bolt hit, but it is smoothed over now.

Venosha · April 22, 2009, 01:52:04 PM

Semina observes the bolt hit the ceiling, and then tumbling into the green goop. As it is being absorbed by the green atrocity, Semina stares up at the ceiling in astonishment as it repairs itself from the shot. "Tell me you saw that," her mouth drops open as she hides behind the door. "Should I shut the door now, or does someone else want to fire upon it?"

As Semina quickly glances between her companions, she diverts her eyes back to the green glob, making sure it hasn't spilled into the hallway.

OOC: Is the green goo oozing its way out the door yet or moving in any direction?

StormBringer · April 22, 2009, 02:13:18 PM

Aside from a barely perceptible roiling, it hasn't appeared to move at all.

Drohem · April 22, 2009, 02:39:06 PM

Thraim chuckles and says, "yup, I saw it too. 'Fire' you say?"

Thraim mindlessly grooms his beard with his fingers as he thinks out loud, "the only gold we'll find in that chest is fool's gold, that is if we ever made to that stone chest."

"Anyone have some oil we could toss in there?" Thraim says with a wink and smile.

Narf the Mouse · April 22, 2009, 04:37:37 PM

(If I remember correctly, my character does. More after I wake up)

Sigmund · April 22, 2009, 11:28:38 PM

Shaking his head, Snorri grumbles, "I have some oil for my lantern." He grunts and wrestles his pack off after leaning his shield against his leg. Making sure to maintain a grip on his warhammer, Snorri rummages a flask of oil from his pack and hands it to Thraim before shrugging his pack back on and retrieving his shield. "I'm not likin' the look 'o this one bit."

Drohem · April 23, 2009, 01:24:05 AM

Thraim nods in agreement of Snorri's grumble and takes the pint. He kneels and sets it down on the ground, and pulls off his backpack. He digs through it for a few moments and pulls out a pint of oil as well. He squares his pack away, stands up, and puts his backpack on again. After adjusting the straps to his satisfaction, he picks up the two pints of oil.

"Snorri, would you please grab one of those torches off the wall?" Thraim says as he hands a pint of oil to Semina.

Looking at her, he winks and says, "which do you want, the top or the bottom? We throw, and Snorri follows with the torch, right?"

Sigmund · April 23, 2009, 02:14:48 PM

"Let the wizard do it", Snorri says, positioning his shield at the ready and drawing his hammer back for a throw, "I wanna be ready if that foul mass moves."

DeadUematsu · April 23, 2009, 02:28:32 PM

Heathcliffe, replacing his sling and stone, awaits for his companions to become bored of thier experimentation by keeping watch on the other two doors of the hallway.

Narf the Mouse · April 23, 2009, 03:14:11 PM

"I can certainly throw a torch" Naren says, moving to be ready to do so.

Drohem · April 24, 2009, 12:37:37 AM

Thraim nods at Naren and says, "fine by me. We'll toss and then you throw."

Narf the Mouse · April 24, 2009, 02:36:06 AM

Naren makes ready to light a fire.

Venosha · April 24, 2009, 10:45:46 AM

Semina hold the oil in her hand, as she watches Naren ready the torch. "I'll throw mine on the green glob I guess," she says with uncertainty. "I don't think our hosts will be to happy with us for setting a room on fire, but maybe the globs are a nuisance," she further adds.

Semina attaches her axe to the front of her belt, and uses the door as a shield. She readies the oil, "On your count Thraim."