Knowledge check on the wall (I have arcana, dungeoneering, religion, history, local, th planes).
As he is examining it, Petronicus can see that there are tiny black motes moving around within it.
"Difficult to say if it is safe or not but perhaps one of you brave manly sorts will test it out? I shall cheer you on most exuberantly!"
"It appears to be some sort of membrane, perhaps to keep the water out?"
"I see some sort of black dots moving inside the barrier. Can anyone else see them?"
"I can definitely see them. Didn't want to alarm anyone!"
"You have keen eyes, my learned friend. Gentleman, we have been attacked by many different kinds of swarms. If these motes are yet another, I suggest Mr. Hellblade have his wand ready."
"Mr. Thorthal, would you mind bringing me close enough to test the barrier?"
Morgrom heeds the warning of the gnome and draws the wand.
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At the barrier, Haer Kul puts Thorthal into park. "Is everyone ready? I do not know what will happen." He takes a deep breath, and then reaches his hand into the barrier, watching for activity from the motes, and for any sign of movement beyond the barrier.
Haer Kul's hand passes through the barrier with minimal effort. When he withdraws it, it is coated in a clear residue, which dries quickly.
"That is disgusting, but does not seem harmful. Let's proceed through."
Petronicus picks up scuttles and tucks him into his clothing.
"Into the breach, dear friends."
He passes through the wall.
Haer Kul will go with Thorthal.
The barrier slows the explorers' passage a bit, but does not cost any significant effort to get through. It reseals itself after Petronicus, Thorthal, and Haer Kul push their way through.
The floor beyond is covered in a thick layer of crusty, slippery, pale-orange slime, and the air is filled with the odours of rotting vegetation and tar. Lumps of some indeterminate sort lie under the slime here and there.
As the group looks around, a snake made of segmented wood slithers its way out from behind some of the lumps and poises to strike!
"Oh fascinating!"
"Hello! What's this?"
"Hit it hard, spells probably won't work!"
Petronicus steps out of the way and goes on a Total Defense.
"Perhaps I will sit this one out as well." Haer Kul will dismount (if he hasn't already) and also go into total defense.
There is a clicking sound from the wooden segments making up the cobra's body as it rears up and strikes at Thorthal.
The snakes fangs sink into Thorthal's leg, and there is a numbing sensation.
Morgrom sqeezes his two-handed sword in his mighty grip, forcing his way through the green curtain, past Petronicus, "Outta tha way warlock!" He shouts as he makes his way to the empty square in front of the warlock.
Thorthal will ignore the snakes fangs and attempt to stomp on it, powerfully. Twice.
He will attempt to flank with Morgrom if there is an opportunity, or edge closer to a flank.
Morgrom and Thorthal fail at their attempted celebrations of Whacking Day while the rest of the party look on.
Bardos attempts to fire a sling bullet at the creature:
Petronicus puffs up his chest as he finds some courage. He dangles the crossbow in his offhand as he draws his walking stick and tries to distract the snake to make it easier for Morgrom to hit.
Bardos' sling bullet hits the green barrier and barely drops out of the other side.
The snake tries to bite at Thorthal again, but the dwarf steps aside.
"Petronicus, you shame me." Haer Kul unsheaths his sword cane and slashes at the wooden reptile. "We can at least provide the flank, no?" ,
"Take 'at ye... snake thing."
Morgrom chops deep into the snake, and Thorthal follows up with a stomp which causes a small crack, but the fury of their attacks is partly absorbed by the darkwood the cobra is made of.
Petronicus will aid Morgrom on his next attack.
The cobra switches targets, and strikes at Haer Kul.
It has no greater luck with gnomes.
"Ssssssss yourself, you ssstupid ssstickssssnake."
Haer Kul adopts a ridiculous looking fencing pose, and begins to fight defensively : ,
Even with Petronicus' distraction, Morgrom's blow goes astray, as do Thorthal's successive attacks.
Aiding Morgrom.
Womp womp.
Bardos moves up, drawing his magic morningstar and attacking the cobra:
The snake strikes at the distracting curator.
Apparently, it was not constructed properly.
, .
Morgrom chops mightily into the construct, and it stops moving.
Huzzah!
We search the room, including scanning with detect magic.
Craig Shackleton
