Perception
Perception
Perception
Perception 1d20+8
Iz:
Initiative
Iz reacts a hairsbreath too late. Magnus snatches up the gore-caked dagger and brings it across his own throat in a slashing manner, a red line springing up on his throat
Kessel says something in a strange language, one might assume that it's some sort of curse from the tone and context.
1d20+6
After slicing across his throat, Magnus drops the dagger and stands still, looking stunned. A small rivulet of blood from the shallow cut dribbles down his neck
Magnus:
"What in the hells? What was that all about? You OK?" San exclaims to Magnus.
Felicia watching Magnus "Guess this place is starting to get to him."
Magnus clasps a hand to his neck, eyes wide. His breath comes in short, rapid pants. After a moment he begins breathing in something less than hyperventilation speed.
Felicia watching Magnus "Guess this place is starting to get to him."
"Yes. Something like that." Magnus mutters hoarsely.
"What in the hells? What was that all about? You OK?" San exclaims to Magnus.
Magnus shakes his head to clear it. His usually c0cky demeanor nowhere to be seen. A sure sign of how shaken he is.
"Some sort of, magical, psychic residue. Very powerful. VERY. A sudden, intense feeling of impending doom and desire to take my own life. I can still feel the anger and hopelessness." The elf tilts his head thoughtfully, inspecting the dagger and blood once again.
"However, it didn't feel like depression. It wasn't a 'my life is terrible and I want it to end' feeling. It felt like I was a cornered rat with no other options." He tries to explain to the others. He shrugs his shoulders.
"The wizard's journal mentioned that he planned to take his own life before he fell completely under the control of the 'Mother Slime'. This could be where he actually did it." Magnus says thoughtfully, waving his hand over the dagger.
"A wizard with any true power could easily have left a residual magical hotspot behind."
Magnus takes his hand away from his neck, checks the damage, and wraps a handkerchief around his neck. "I've done worse shaving!" he quips, almost back to his old self.
"I should be immune to the mental effects now, but please watch for a moment, just in case." He asks, then picks the dagger back up.
MAgnus wraps the dagger in a another handkerchief and tucks it into his belt.
"This may come in handy. That much mystic energy, directed back at the source of what caused him to suicide, may be useful in defeating this creature."
Vilya looks somewhat disturbed, but not necessarily by the fact that Magnus just tried to slit his own throat.
"What, you're keeping that thing? Whatever's bound to that dagger might try to kill the rest of us!"
She instinctively takes a few steps backward.
Magnus looks at the dagger tucked into his belt, and back at Vilya.
"So far so good?" He smirks.
"It's actually a very sound mystical and martial theory. Turning the strength of the attacker back upon itself. I intend to see if it works on sentient slimes. It should make a fascinating paper." His pointy ears perk up in anticipation of the expected accolades.
Magnus looks at the dagger tucked into his belt, and back at Vilya.
"So far so good?" He smirks.
"It's actually a very sound mystical and martial theory. Turning the strength of the attacker back upon itself. I intend to see if it works on sentient slimes. It should make a fascinating paper." His pointy ears perk up in anticipation of the expected accolades.
whatever residual psychic misery the knife focused seems to be dispersed. Now, only one cabin remains unchecked ..
"Ok, let's check out the last cabin. Be ready for anything, folks. Whatever may still be here is probably there. Obviously."
Right before the group enters the last cabin, San will cast bull's strength on himself.
Vilya melts into the shadows, ready to sneak-attack anything that decides to reveal itself.
Felecia gets her sword ready to charge in if needed.
Magnus is actually disturbed enough by what happened to him that he actually approaches the door with blade in hand, instead of relying on his amazing speed to draw it when needed.
Kessel lets out a small bone wary sigh, but prepares himself for action.
The next room's door is also bady damaged, seemingly on its last legs. Vilya's inspection determines it trap free and unlocked.
Inside is a fancy stateroom. This stateroom was once richly appointed
with mahogany paneled walls, a sturdy dining table made of teak, six wooden chairs, a well-padded captain's chair, and a wooden cabinet full of fine dining accoutrements. However, the room is now in a shambles. Blood and scorchmarks mar the walls and floor, the dining table is overturned, hacked and dented and the chairs lay tossed about the room.
The cabinet lies on its side with its contents spilled. Broken china, silverware, and wooden mugs lie scattered about.
San quickly looks about the room.
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If he doesn't see any immediate threats, he'll start the detect magic scanning.
San:
"OK, I'm not seeing anything here. Some of that silverware could be worth something, but other than that, nothing. What are we missing? What parts of the ship haven't we seen? There's got to be something here, right?"
Egan, no longer hearing signs of conflict from below, sticks his head into the cabin..."Everything OK"?
"Fine. If you like cleaning up other person's messes!" Magnus replies dryly.
"MIght I suggest that we close that hatch and bar it until morning? At least then we'll have sunlight on our side. We can always rip up the deck and flood the lower deck with light if we have too!" He smirks.
"What, you don't wanna check out those stairs? They're practically calling our names, don't you think?"
"What, you don't wanna check out those stairs? They're practically calling our names, don't you think?"
"Indeed. But I don't like what they're calling me." Magnus replies with a sniff.
"I would rather not give anything as insidious seeming as this... mold a chance to sneak up on any of us while resting. I believe continuing on and clearing the rest of the ship to be the better choice." Izkrael says, primarily speaking to Magnus.
"I've stated my opinions already," Kessel says, "But if we wish to revisit the debate I'd be more then happy to restate my position."
"I say we face this thing now. I've still got most of my magic, as well. And the bull's strength spell I cast is still good for a few more minutes."
"Oh, what the heck! I must confess to being extremely curious about this new species of Slime." Magnus grins.
"MOstly, I'm curious how to KILL it. Swiftly." He adds with a smirk.
"So, which way?" He asks, "Personally, I think the door and steps will allow us easier entrance and defensive ability than the large floor hatch." He suggests, moving closer to the door.
"Door is fine with me."
the door is open, and there are steps that lead into darkness ...
San will go down first, Ghostfetter at the ready and light cast on it.
Magnus steps up behind San as he enters the doorway.
He mutters something under his breath about the poor eyesight of half-elves. But it's half-hearted at best, probably just to cover the fact that he's nervous.
He enters with his rapier drawn, instead of relying on his amazing speed to draw it when needed. His empty hand is raised and ready to block or cast,...
Assuming Egan has joined the crowd by now...leaving Whisperwing to keep watch above, he steps up third in line with his dangerous bow in hand.
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