Tot doesn't even flinch as she goes to her gruesome work.
Rallos snaps out of his funk to Yasmin's call.
On it... he says with a grin as he fades from sight and lashes out with his blade. he then shifts his footing to get opposite Tot.
Ea joins in and strikes
Glittering brightly and with nowhere to scuttle to, the alien creature cannot escape the onslaught of steel that befalls it... in little more than a handful of seconds the highly evolved, and vastly intelligent, creature is reduced to a stain across the floor.
"I'm really glad that brain didn't take control of all of us," says Yasmin in relief. After helping to clean the brain off of her allies' clothing , she picks up the Cyclops Helm. "So as I was saying, this helm will give its wearer the power of foresight. It could probably help all of us, but maybe Tot the most?"
She also considers the exits out of this room.
"Sure, just one flaw with your plan," Tot says as she takes the helm and puts on her head. The large headpiece falls forward, covering her eyes.
"I don't think they expected someone my size when they said one size fits all," she says with a grin.
Is everyone ready?
Tot pushes the already shrinking helm up from her eyes and flashes a smile at Ea.
"What happens if I say no?"
Thankfully it is big enough to hold your ego....I'm ready... Rallos says as he heads to the passage heading west. He checks the area for anything unusual before heading too far in.
Yasmin searches for magical auras as the party advances.
At Rallos' teasing, Tot shrinks back and looks away as her cheeks heat up in shame.
"S-s-sorry. I didn't mean... I wasn't..." she stammers quietly before her voice trails off.
Tot, you overthink things.. it was meant in jest...you must loosen up. Next time at the inn, get good and drunk. Might help you unwind a bit...
"Big hats are all the rage these days," chirps Yasmin, bemused. She heads over to the cat in the room, and tentatively reaches over to pet it. She sure hoped it wouldn't turn into some sort of creature and attack.
Tot opens her mouth, but then clamps it shut and turns around to keep everyone from seeing her face turn scarlet. Seeing nothing else to do, she heads for the next door.
"I really want to meet the fellow who created this place and hear from him what he's thinking. I mean, we've seen an auditorium of gibbering mouthers, a garden of zombifying spore creatures, and a museum with walking brains. This guy was smoking something serious."
Don't make unwise wishes… sometimes they are granted. Whoever did that might be insane, from a human point of view and standard, but also very powerful.
Headed through the western door, the group once more find themselves in the main cavern of this strange subterranean garden. Clear water, bubbling innocently along a gentle stream, disappears in to a deep cleft within the cave's rock. A garden path crosses the stream via a small footbridge, presenting a peculiarly parochial image given the destruction wrought by the carnivorous plants of the cave less than thirty minutes previous...
...and on the east shore of the stream, just to the north of the path, two shriveled drow warriors lie dead amid the weird foliage. They are still attired in dark mail and their weapons lie on the ground.
"Wait--are those--dark elves? I guess we have gotten far, far underground."
Yasmin uses the Wand of Heightened Awareness on herself, expecting danger. "Why do they look so shriveled, anyway? Did something drink their blood?" Yasmin will detect magic, as usual, in search of interesting auras.
Aye...those are dark elves, alright...and shriveled means either drained of blood or their life force...like the undead.... Rallos says, eyeing the odd plants carefully.
"And I'd forgotten all about the vampires," Tot grumbles.
Ea asks Pharasma for help and guidance, and traces a spiral in front of her grey eyes
Show me the truth, Pharasma, and tell me if theses people have joined you into the Eternal Gardens, so I can pray for their souls... or if they are tainted by vile undeath, and must be destroyed.