A dagger appears on Narcizia's hands and she throws it at the creature, keeping her distance.
Kicking a piece of debris with his foot, Volreg crackles as it floats up with a purple aura and flies towards the creature grabbing his new friends!
Seara kicks the thing again after they have waited to see if it is baiting them.
"it almost had me, it almost ATE ME!"
Seara takes a deep breath, "To the library?"
"Wait, wait, I want samples."
Fishing two flasks from his pocket, Volco picks up blood and flesh samples from the slain horror, keeping an eye out for any valuable items near it.
"No need to let it go to waste. At least now it may be useful. So, is the chapel this way?"
"To the library!" Using a rag, Ungebrochen cleans his axe from the goo in disgust, throwing it as far away as possible afterwards.
"A chance to rest would be welcome," Tyrithe ventures, checking his target for any arrows that might still be usable. I am not certain that there is safety to be found anywhere in this place...those things in the mist, we may not even be on Golarion anymore.
Turning to their guide, "I know that words are insufficient, but I'm sorry for what happened to your friend. The sooner we reach this chapel, I think, the better."
Narcizia casually walks up to the tentacles and sees if her dagger is salvageable. She takes a long look at creature and whistles when Volco starts collecting his samples.
"What kinds of things can you do with those samples, doctor?", she asks, curious. "I agree, don't want to lose a dream-friend before we barely got to know each other.", she taps Seara on the shoulder.
Winnova sighs with relief as the monster stops moving, "Thank the gods that's over."
I hope there's nothing else like that lurking about
Seara turns at the tap, face hard but smiles a little. She nods at Narcizia getting in line behind Adria, sword drawn and in hand.
"Oh, I don't know what could be done. Possibly I'll find out what turned him into that thing. Or a cure. Or something unstable and explosive. Since it was apparently in an intermediate state between nigredo and rubedo, it could have volatile and corruptive properties, provided the principles didn't fragment. But I'd need to test it on something living to be sure."
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Normally you would view her words as ramblings of in insane girl. You wonder what it means about your own sanity since you understand her ramblings perfectly!
Eventually you come to a door leading to a square courtyard, surrounded on all sides by the hospital.
-a garden
-Yellow mist
-A small, free standing chapel building, in the center of the courtyard, built in the Pharasmic style.
What is the mist?"
"Let me see."
"Hmms seems like some inmates wander around!"
Tyrithe, no stranger to weird quirks, makes conversation as best he can in Adria's more lucid moments, and even gamely pretends to look about admiringly at the "cats". At the sight of the courtyard--and the mist inside it--his misgivings about what safety might be found here come rushing back.
"They don't wander, Master Dwarf, they hide., and I can't say I blame them. It might be a good idea if one of us possessed of a silver tongue went forward. We are a large and well-armed group and I wouldn't wish to alarm them."
"No, nope, no way. Not only don't I have any silvertongue on me, but there's mist everywhere. Isn't there some other way?"
It appears that Volco is speaking of the silvertongue drug, and he seems to be acquainted with it.
Tyrithe nods slowly, "I share your trepidation about the mist, but one of them might be able to tell us what in creation is going on here. Or warn us what else might lurk in this benighted halls. Adria, would it be possible for us to talk to your friends without going into the mist? It frankly frightens me."
Seara looks at Adria "Do you know the people who lurk out there?"
"Oh, more people! This yellow mist, though, not very inviting..."
Her hand instinctively reaches to her sword.
"Let me go first with Adria and see if the guards will not attack her and allow us to pass once she has told them who we are?"
Death by strange yellow mist or by arrows
"Sounds like a good idea. I could go instead, I can brew a concoction to make myself faster, but I wouldn't want to risk my hide. So I applaud your bravery! I'll make sure to jot down some notes on any effect the mist might have on you."
Seara moves towards the door, opening it and stepping out in front of Adria.
"Call your friends, so they don't fill us full of arrows"
"Well I could ask my friend to scout... but if you want to go ahead!"
"Yellow, yellow mist is bad. Don't want to scare people either. Maybe letting them know we are friendly will help?" suggests Volreg as he takes a few scraps of debris, and puts them in his pocket.
"Running is a bad idea. I wouldn't blame them for shooting, under the circumstances. Best to be careful."
"Well, good luck to you two~"
Guy in the bushes: Adria? Is that you? Go back! It's not safe to cross the courtyard just now...go back!
The nightmare is back! Winter, Winter!! Adria and some other patients are out here but the NIGHTMARE is back!
The men in the bushes begin shooting arrows aimlessly into the mist, toward the gathering shapes, as they move and cause the yellow fog to swirl and billow...
Seara will put herself between Adria and the Mist, "Run girl, get to safety."
"Maybe this is all a nightmare, maybe this will end. I keep pinching myself but I don't awake."
"We should make for the hospital, this thing could trap us in the chapel!"
As he speaks, Tyrithe advances to the doorway, nocking an arrow and training it on the massive shape in the swirling mist. As he lets the arrow fly he hisses to Seara, "Swordswoman! I'll try to cover you, fall back to us!"
"Back to the hospital, I don't like our odds against that thing."
"In that we agree!", Narcizia also draws a knife and throws it at the shape inside the mist, trying to cover Seara.
Once Adria has made it over half way Seara will retreat with her fellow lock ups back into the hospital.
A beast in the fog, a beast in the rocks, what is next a beast in my head? There is already one there."
Unbeugsam hastens back with the others.
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You all high-tale it back into the hospital, slamming the door behind you. Just in time too, for a moment later, a giant grey "leg" appears overhead, and begins descending out of the mist. It lands in the courtyard, lingers a moment, then lifts again, disappearing into the fog. It leaves a crater sized footprint, at least 15ft wide, and as the creature moves away it can be heard making strange noises... Aloooo! Alooooooo!
This call is answered by similar calls from farther out in the abyss of yellow fog.
The two men in the bushes are now motioning for you to hurry across the courtyard and enter the chapel...
"That was...", she doesn't finish her sentence, making a run for the chapel.
"To the chapel, then back, than forward again, this is so, so disorganized."
Quaffing a vial, Volco starts running at double speed towards the chapel.
"PFF...PFF... save .. breath... for ... running!"
The dwarf puffs and huffs and hastens toward the chapel.