The party is more vigilant and stays in place.
The watches are set:
Sandrion and Vardlon
William and Talon
Skirros and Bikmalu
Skirros continues a religious ritual. During the evening Talon has a feeling that he is being watched.
As morning comes, the ritual is one half complete. A fog begins to drift around in the corridors obscuring vision.
Skirros wonders if this is a natural event or something magical.
Sandrion yawns after a restless night. He then waves his hawk down and feeds him a couple of strips of dried beef.
As he prepared to move out, he notices the fog coming in. "I do not like this at all..." He then draws his rapier ready for trouble.
The elven monk looks at the mist and shrugs mentally. He nods to Skirros and places a sturdy hand on the relation's shoulder. "Do you feel your call has been answered?"
Then he checks his arrows one last time and readies to move on to the two slaves.
You have another 12 hours to get from 0600 to 1800 and finish the ritual.
Vardlon informs you the mist is similar to spell that creates a magic fog. The spell is obscuring mist. He also concentrates and sees detect good being used on a few of the group.
The party waits another 12 hours, and Skirros is rewarded with an alligator to follow him. The obscuring mist
The party begins to make their way back to the forge room. With the fog, you are going by Talon's excellent description of the room. The two slaves are no longer visible due to the fog. You approach the threshold of the forge room in anticipation.
Skirros kneels down and bows low to the crocodile. "Hello child of nature. I shall call you Bouzz in honor of the snake you ate. You probably still have a bit of Bouzz the snake inside you, Bouzz. Ah, the great circle of life!"
Sandrion readies his bow, even though he can see nothing past the dense fog. "OK we need to see how far it extends out. Let me send Haster out to check it." He says to the others.
He gently strokes the feathered hawk's head and whispers to him, "Seek...seek for when you can see past the fog."
Milhar offers Sandrion a spell from the wand. "It didn't help Bouzz the snake but would your hawk like some magical armor first?"
his first comment, does anyone know where this blasted fog is coming from?
Talon tries to get everyone to stop before proceeding into the forge room.
Talon then proceeds cautiously into the room. quietly attempting to navivigate his way along the wall toward the forge.
William will stay by the door and listen for Talon.
"A sensible precaution, Milhar. I think Haster would definitely draw some unfriendly attention." Sandrion nods in agreement.
The archer briefly touches the hawk with the tip of the short iron rod dispensing scales of force that meld into the bird's feather's invisibly.
Bikmalu waits outside the room. Knowing something of the usual spell, the mists trouble him, but he quietly waits to see what Talon and Haster find.
Perhaps we should wait and see how long this fog takes to dissipate? Vardlon says quietly. It shouldn't take too long, at least compared to bonding a new animal friend.
"I do not think waiting here any longer than necessary is wise, Vardlon. Although if the mist proves to be too great an obstacle, then waiting may be our only option." Sandrion replies while waiting for Haster and Talon to return.
As Talon moves into the room, he remembers the layout from his previous peek. As he moves in, he hears the rustle of the vines above him that grow to the ceiling. It seems as if small creatures the size of small monkeys were moving around quietly.
He does not know their exact location, but he his sure they know his. The fog makes vision very difficult as it hugs the ground.
Talon and company decide how to handle the creatures in the vines above.
Talon draws his blade and carefully makes his way back to the entrance.
small creatures in the vines above. the fog will make fighting difficult. If we could dispel the fog then we would stand a better chance of fighting them should the prove hostile.
Sandrion grimaces, "I do not think they will welcome us with open arms here. A fight is inevitable. Perhaps we can summon a creature to assist here, perhaps even an elemental to distract the beasts, or even lure them away!"
Vardlon casts mage armor on himself.
Skirros looks nervously into the room. "I'm not sending Bouzztwo in there. Not after what happened to Bouzz."
That mist has been around for hours. If we have no way to disperse it we will have t go through it. I suggest we teather to each other at very least in pairs if not larger groups and move through.
"I think I could manage to call a small whirlwind to us, but I can't promise it can clear the mists. It might be worth a try though."
Bikmalu summons an elemental of air. It does manage to clear some of the fog, but it just continues to come back together.
"Perhaps we can follow the elemental's path as it clears the mist away. Else I think we are stuck here unless we do that."
Good Plan. I will hold the rear guarantee in this case since that will be closest to or in the fog. Let's move quickly before the elemental disappears.
"Yes, I will only be able to command it to stay here for a short time." Bikmalu orders the elemental forward into the fog and toward where the vines were reported to be.
Skirros orders Bouzztwo into the mist and follows close behind him, keeping her bow ready to target any threats.
Talon falls in just behind the elemental his blade drawn for a close up fight.
Initiative
Talon
Wil
Sandion
Bikmalu
Vardlon
Milhar
Skirros
Enemy1
Enemy2
Order of Action
Round 1
Bikmalu
Skirros
Milhar
Enemy 2
Talon
Wil
Vardlon
Enemy1
Sandion
The mist aparts for just a moment to reveal the exotic tasloi. Small humanoids adept at climbing very similar to grippli. They clutch javelins in their hands.
Milhar moves along the back wall to G15.
Skirros hangs back as he sees the monkey-like creatures. "Better be safe, Bouzztwo," as he touches the crocodile, releasing a magical incantation.
Bikmalu commands the elemental, "Grab one and drop it from the vines!" The elemental transforms into a whirlwind and flies up toward the taloi, seeking to ensnare one in its winds.
William will move into the room with sword and shield ready to attack anything that comes in range.
Vardlon, waiting at the entrance to the room, wants to see what these creatures are up to before deciding on his action. (Probably daze, possibly magic missile, maybe something else.)
The writhing vines grab the creatures and hold many of them tight. This will likely provide an opening to rush past them without a fight.
Bikmalu informs you the small agile creatures would probably be uncomfortable outside their native habitat.
"Nice work Bikmalu! I suggest we press on here. If these are part of the wizard's welcoming party then we can surely disappoint him!"
Milhar moves on quickly, ducking under the writhing vines and making for the forge.
He searches the area.
Skirros does her best to move through the room quickly, and keeps an eye on Bouzztwo. "No eating the trapped monkeys, Bouzztwo."
Vardlon will head on through, keeping an eye out for anything special that might be worth looking at. If no one else stops, he looks longingly at the forge, but passes by.
Talon sheaths his sword and draws his bow. standing vigil as the others pass into the forge room.
Talon (once all the others are safely through) he will then move into the forge area.