On each of the circles, there was a different symbol at the top. On the outermost circle, there was an owl. On the next, a bear. On the center, a moth. The circles each contained all three symbols at different points on them, forming a triangle between them. Each circle had an owl, a bear, and a moth.
“I can't believe it... The Hall of Stories.” Cru remembered Arvel's journal, and the engravings on the claw.
"When you have the golden claw, the solution is in the palm of your hands.”
He grabbed the claw and looked at the symbols. Starting at the base of the fingers and traveling down to the heel of the palm, the order was the bear, the moth, and the owl. He touched the outermost circle on the door, and attempted to turn it. It took some effort, but once it started moving, the circle moved easily. He turned all three of them to match the order on the claw. The door did not open.
In the center of the door were four small holes. Three of them in a row near the top of a small circle, and one to the left, lower than the rest. The fingers on the claw looked as though they would fit. Cru placed the claw on the circle. It began to depress into the door. Nothing happened. He turned the claw. A mechanism activated somewhere within the wall. The three circles on the door began to turn, lining up all three moth symbols. It began to move quickly downward, disappearing into the ground. Startled, he jumped back, claw still in hand.
Through the open doorway, he saw a large room. It was larger than any of the others he had encountered in the entire barrow. He began to tremble with excitement. Again, he remembered Arvel's journal.
“The Golden Claw is finally in my hands, and with it, the power of the ancient Nordic heroes.”
He wanted to know what this power was. He put the claw away and walked through the door.
“I can't believe it... The Hall of Stories.” Cru remembered Arvel's journal, and the engravings on the claw.
"When you have the golden claw, the solution is in the palm of your hands.”
He grabbed the claw and looked at the symbols. Starting at the base of the fingers and traveling down to the heel of the palm, the order was the bear, the moth, and the owl. He touched the outermost circle on the door, and attempted to turn it. It took some effort, but once it started moving, the circle moved easily. He turned all three of them to match the order on the claw. The door did not open.
In the center of the door were four small holes. Three of them in a row near the top of a small circle, and one to the left, lower than the rest. The fingers on the claw looked as though they would fit. Cru placed the claw on the circle. It began to depress into the door. Nothing happened. He turned the claw. A mechanism activated somewhere within the wall. The three circles on the door began to turn, lining up all three moth symbols. It began to move quickly downward, disappearing into the ground. Startled, he jumped back, claw still in hand.
Through the open doorway, he saw a large room. It was larger than any of the others he had encountered in the entire barrow. He began to tremble with excitement. Again, he remembered Arvel's journal.
“The Golden Claw is finally in my hands, and with it, the power of the ancient Nordic heroes.”
He wanted to know what this power was. He put the claw away and walked through the door.
