Aleithea offers to heal everyone a bit, and channels energy twice.
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"That's much better. Thank you." Nya says nodding at Aleithea and Hawking.
Shall we press on?" Nya mentions before muttering "We'll have to come up with a better plan for that one later..." under her breath.
Nya takes a moment's glance to look at the monster in the center of the room, assuring herself that it's not about to kill all of them. Then, she proceeds toward the southwest wall trying to see if there's any reason for the little alcove.
Aleithea Perception:
You walk into the alcove, looking all over the walls, but it seems to be just an alcove.
"Did I, I, I ever mention that I grew up in the North?" Timur asks of the group while slowly wandering back to the beholder's glass cage. At an arm's length he stops, although his gaze doesn't leave the beast. "Thirty years in the cold. We'd lose 100 men fighting giants and trolls every winter. One room cold room and I'm, I'm, I'm almost dead. Father would be ashamed. I, I, I almost joined Reginald. Poor, poor Reginald. Poor, poor father."
Timur continues to stare deeply into the beholder's eye. He is searching, unable to fit this abomination into his worldview. He stands transfixed, like a kitten seeing herself in a mirror for the first time. Abruptly, it seems he has made up his mind, or at possibly lost a bit more of it. Enough to shift his focus.
Turning towards Nya and her surround alcove, Timur has shaken the remaining cobwebs from his mind. "Going to hide, are you? There are better places to avoid danger. We're not far from the stairs and not far from the stairs there is a cottage, with a little old lady type who may bake you pastries. She may also eat your soul. There are rumors she's a succubus. Regardless, we're all going to die. You might prefer it with a warm scone. I might prefer it with a warm scone as well. Shall we all head back? I believe it's this way."
Timur, having convinced himself to face a possible succubus rather than the rest of the dungeon, starts towards the Northwest. While his intelligence is high, his sense of direction is not.
"Yes we probably should move on to another, more temperate area. As I was the one to suggest that wintry room I guess it would be better left to someone else to pick our next destination."
HP: 11/11
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Feline Initiative:
When you peer into this odd-shaped nexus of corridors, you realize that you've stumbled upon the den of some beasts. A feline predator (much smaller than the one you faced before, but clearly the same species) snarls at you, and you can see that she protects a mewling litter of cubs.
The feline hisses, stepping forward to better protect her young. The kittens huddle together, clearly scared.
Aleithea steps forward as well, standing in front of the group and drawing her morningstar and holding it in both hands.
"Don't provoke it if we don't have to! Let it come to us!"
Thom slides over to get a better view of the creatures, a dagger barely visible beneath his sleeve
Maqej moves up to get into view of the beasts and gets a spell ready.
The feline hisses again, but seems not to make any move towards the group.
"Another beast. Perhaps we, we, we are going the wrong way..." Timur sputters. "Quiet, Quiet all of you. We shouldn't disturb it any further. Keep eye contact and bare your teeth. It'll show we respect them."
Timur is unable to follow his own instructs seeing he has again taken to hiding behind Aleithea.
Hawkwing steps up, sword drawn.
"Everyone move north. Aleithea and I will let you all move away, and then we'll back up too. Sound good?"
"Works for me." Thom says as he starts to back away slowly, although a second dagger is now also barely visible in his other hand.
"Yes, well, another time then, Cat."
Timur turns and moves north, ignoring the caution displayed by Nya.
One everyone backs away, the feline stays on its feet but seems to relax somewhat. The room you have now entered appears to contain little—it looks as though the cats have been living in this area as well.
A door to the north stands closed.
Timur follows to the door.
"There. A trap. Don't you see it?" indicates helpfully as he weatherman-motions the entire door. "Oh, I think I can hear Reginald on the other side."
You are quite sure that there are no traps on the door, but you do hear the sounds of shouts and fighting, not in the room past the door, but possible farther on in that direction.
Humans fighting?
"Well we are probably going to have to fight something eventually, so unless we want to turn around and make some orphans of the cubs I say we press on to whatever is ahead."
int:
"I, I, I've got a couple bombs I've been looking to use once we open that door."
Timur begins riffling throw his man purse, removing and replacing items with barely time to think. After ingesting powders from several vials, he pauses, smacking his lips as his eyes grow wider.
Turning his back to the door, he strays from the group, muttering to himself. "Rude, rude, rude of us. We didn't even introduce ourselves. How will we make it through this wretched crawl without friends?"
Moving to the previous room, he produces a scrap of meat and carefully tosses it to the cubs.
"A present! A present for my friends!" Timur declares, spinning in a tight loop while conserving angular momentum. Finishing his display with a brief flourish of his arms, he adopts a stern countenance and addresses the felines, "It's not...ah....hmmm...poison. At least, not for a drow."
"I recognize goblin and orc, as well as common, being spoken down this way. I say we go see whats going on."
The feline takes the food at eats it, calming a bit.
You open the door, and you can now more clearly here shouts coming from beyond a door at the far side of the room. Weapons and armor cast haphazardly about fill this chamber of stark stone. Hanging lamps provide greasy smoke and a foul odor as well as dim light. A large keg rests upon a chair in the corner. Ancient, rusty manacles hang here and there on the walls. The place reeks of sweat, urine, and blood.
[ooc]Does anyone speak goblin or orc?[/spoiler]
Thom starts to examine to weapons and armor in the room.
Timor crouches, hand outstretched, offering food to the felines.
If no response is forthcoming, he turns his attention to the keg in the next room, pouring himself a glass of whatever is contained within (hopefully it's not spiders).
Unfortunately for Timur, this keg is empty, though it smells strongly of some sort of fermented beverage.
"I guess we will have to figure out which side we fight for when we get in there, though I wouldn't be surprised if the answer is that we have to fight everything."
Whispering back "Might as well just bust in tanks first and take care of business. I am guessing that if they are Goblins and Orcs, they won't wait to long to start attacking us."