To the north on an upraised stage, gold, green, and magenta mosaic tiles form an intricate glyph on the floor of this halfcircle chamber of a road vanishing into the horizon. The battered and blasted remains of a stone statue that may have once depicted a human adventurer lie scattered throughout the lower southern half of the room.
On the south side of the hallway are two double iron doors.
I left John and Fluer guarding the rear.
Not seeing anything of interest of this end, Truk heads back towards the door Lucrezia already examines and pushes it open.
Truk's meaty hands push the door inwards revealing The walls of this room are decorated with hundreds of mostly smashed glass display cases that seem to have once contained thousands of insects, spiders, and other arthropods. Yet more impressive are the larger, giantsized vermin that have been preserved and are on display. Dog-sized ants, man-sized spiders, and even a horse-sized scorpion are mounted in threatening postures, although in each case, the immense preserved monster is badly
damaged and, in some cases, in pieces.
Truk studies the room.
"Some kind of trophy room?" he asks in confusion.
"Perhaps specimens for study? I can see why there were kept in the basement though. These things are really f%#%ing ugly and creepy. Bugs that size are likely to give me nightmares."
Pathfinders would like all sorts of things I guess. No doubt there is a collection of dice from around the world somewhere in here.
Truk frowns and runs his tongue across his tusks.
"Did you pack some of that lamb from last night Beautiful? I could use a bite to eat."
"I'd be more interested in a collection of fine wine from around the world."
You can say that again Lucrezia!
As Truk asks about the lamb, the hundreds of vermin in the room suddenly lurch into violent life as phantasmal legs, wings, and heads reattach in a single sudden storm of hungry ghost bugs. The critters rush towards Truk in quick surge.
Augh! Time for a ball of fire, Faelyn! Bugs everywhere!
Only Truk, Grimm, Andrea and Lucrezia actually see this surge forward from their line of sight as Truk stands in the doorway.
"Holy S$#*! Ghost bugs!"
Truk grabs his holy symbol.
Goddess protect us!
Shadow takes a step back from where ever she is at the tale end of the group so as to peruse what ever is in her back-pack/pockets.
Lucrezia will attempt to reach into her bag and grab a flask of alchemist's fire to throw towards the mass of resurrected vermin.
Initiative order;
ghost bugs
Andrea
Lucrezia
Grimm
Truk - I've noted your action.
Rd 1:
The ghost bugs swarm over Truk in the doorway. An instant later, the verminous storm collapses on itself in a cannibalistic orgy, the phantasmal creatures tearing themselves apart and feeding on each other. As the storm of ghostly bugs flies and crawls through the Truk's body, leaving behind hideous wounds that look like bite marks left by decidedly human teeth, Truk suddenly feels himself growing fuller, as if this belly were distending with flesh chewed from the bodies of his friends. You have an urge to eat the flesh of your companions...it is nearly an insatiable urge.
Andrea reaches into a belt pouch and pulls out a flask of holy water, flicking open the top with her thumb, Andrea splashes it at at the bug swarm.
Lucrezia your alch fire doesn't seem to do anything.
Edit: I changed to alch firm from an arrow.
Andrea does her holy water at Truks belly and doorway, and hits with the splash effect. This seems to do damage.
Lucrezia your arrow doesn't seem to do anything.
make a knowledge religion.
Lucrezia your arrow doesn't seem to do anything.
Again it didn't seem to do anything to what is attacking Truk. Although there is now a fire in the far end of the room.
Andrea sprays her divine fluid over Truk.
make a knowledge religion.
make a knowledge religion.
Again knowledge religion. I, now, remember he doesn't have it.
Lucrezia holds her action since there doesn't seem to be anything that she can do right now. She just can't go cutting up Truk to get at the bugs.
"Trouble? Are you alright? What can I do"
The ghost bugs disappear.
"I don't know... Just get back Beautiful. All I can think about right now is eating you and not in the way that makes you howl", Truk grunts while struggling with something unseen.
The channel seemed to work, Truk. As the half-orc begins to eyeball the meaty dwarf behind him. That'd be hearty meal...maybe two.
This collection of vermin taxidermy was the lifework of a dedicated naturalist, the Pathfinder Ornato Geryis. The clutter of insect parts that lies on the floor mixed with fallen display cases and coils of rope that once hung several vermin from the ceiling makes this chamber difficult terrain. There is a spreading fire in the middle of the room from where the alchemist fire is burning debris.
Just what happened? Was this part of Thrune's curse on Delvehaven? We should get that fire put out as well.
He'd need to be cooked low and slow or he'd be too gamey...
Truk shakes his head violently trying to lose the dark thoughts. In hopes of distracting himself, he throws himself into the task of putting out growing fire.
There are no lingering thoughts or desires of cannibalism. It was a fleeting moment in time.
Andrea helps Truk by using her waterskin. You really don't want to eat her Truk. It is just something those bugs did to you. You held yourelf back and proved stronger.
Faelyn stands back and tries to get a view of what is happening.
Andrea alas, has no Create Water and looks for a tarp or the like to help beat out the flames.
Truk stamps on the burning debris with the heel of a big boot.
"There's a fire starting in here. Anyone have something for this?"
Grimm has create water and would do so to put out the fire. The flame eventually gets doused and extinguished by the flow of water the dwarf creates.