"We'll do our best" Kolgradd promises solemnly.
"Now might be the time to consult this dread volume and learn the ritual we need. Our ghostly friend here, er, may grow tired of our company in a few days"
He raises his eyebrow like it's not perfectly obvious to everyone he's saying she'll revert to her mindless-rage form in a few days.
"Perhaps we should have just one of use consult the book, lest we all fall victim to its contents? The rest of us can monitor the reader"
Jevar weakly raises his hand, figuring his curiosities are best lent to this purpose.
I can read in it and try to stave off the madness. I can think of no other way to learn the operation of the Star Stelae. You're right, we should leave our new friend here in peace.
The former-amnesiacs hunker down while Jevar begins to study the Necronomicon. Even as he studies the tome, its knowledge is hidden behind esoteric language and mysticism.
After 3 hours of study, Jevar is unable to understand anything within the book—even with Lowl’s notes.
He then hands the book off to Kolgradd, who is a master in Occultism, for perusal.
And with not much time left in the day, the group decides to go to sleep.
*
As they rest, Boodiddly, Kolgradd, and Jevar each seem to have dreams: dreams of Neruzavin’s lake, an ultramarine blue. And something slowly stirs beneath the waves.
*
*
And this time, as Kolgradd begins pouring over the tome, he realizes that he understands the book’s words—that this tome holds logic in its madness. And as he does, the Necronomicon seems to respond to him, trying to impart its knowledge to the dwarf faster than mortal minds are equipped to learn! If he is not careful, he could find himself down a rabbit hole of study in the tome, slowly eating away at his own mind!
Kolgradd does not lose sight of his goal: the rituals that Lowls used. Unfortunately, this book contains knowledge that mortal men were never meant to comprehend, and even finding these rituals came at the deterioration of the dwarf’s mind.
Unique
Cast 1 hour
Secondary Casters 3
Primary Check Arcana (expert) or Occultism (expert)
Secondary Checks Occultism or Arcana (whichever the primary caster isn’t rolling), Crafting, Society
Range touch
Duration Varies; see text
Target Star Stela touched
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The primary caster uses the Star Stela to call to distant worlds and entities, attuning the stone to those energies and subjecting all creatures within 60 feet to those distant entities’ spying eyes for the ritual’s duration. Once active, a stela’s flattened face glows softly with several yellow, eldritch runes. This ritual has no other effect on its own, but it is an important preliminary step in preparing and performing Path to the Black Stars. You can also perform this ritual in reverse to unattune the target. The duration of attunement/unattunement is based on the result of the primary check
Critical Success Duration of permanent.
Success Duration of 2 weeks
Failure: The primary caster is affected by nightmare the next time they sleep (DC equal to the DC of a Secondary check).
[b]Critical Failure As a failure, but affects all casters.
Unique Teleportation
Cast 3 days
Locus The Necronomicon (see text) and three attuned Star Stelae
Secondary Casters 3
Primary Check Arcana (master) or Occultism (master)
Secondary Checks Occultism or Arcana (whichever the primary caster isn’t rolling), Crafting, Society
Range touch
Duration Varies; see text
Target The primary and secondary casters
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The ritual can use three attuned Star Stelae to transport the casters to Carcosa. Targets become the casters.
The casters draw and stand within a ritual circle, tracing eldritch symbols within the air to attune their current location to Carcosa’s cosmic coordinates. Upon this ritual’s completion, the carved runes on each of the locus stelae glow with eldritch power and shine beams of energy toward the primary caster. These beams cast a circle of sickly yellow light in a 100-foot radius around the caster and teleport all of the targets to a random destination on the distant world that holds Carcosa. Performing this ritual in the same place always transports the targets to the same region of Carcosa. If a creature used this ritual to travel to Carcosa, performing it again always transports the target back to its original point of departure.
It is possible for this ritual to be performed without the Necronomicon, but only by substituting a trio of special components associated with the King in Yellow’s portfolio: decadence, disorder, and nihilism. For decadence, add a cost of 300 gp worth of extravagant clothing, jewelry, and other material wealth for every level of the creatures to be transported. For disorder, targets must each perform an act anathema to them (if any). For nihilism, each target must accept a permanent drained 4 condition that can be removed only by a wish or an equally powerful effect.
Critical Success The targets are transported to Carcosa or back again, otherwise acting as a 10th-rank teleport.
Success as a critical success, except the primary caster also takes a –2 status penalty on Will saving throws against the spells and special abilities of creatures whose patron deity is Hastur. This effect lasts until the primary caster fails a Will saving throw against such an effect and for 24 hours thereafter.
Failure The ritual fails and all Star Stelae used in the ritual become unattuned.
Critical Failure as a failure, except all casters also become enfeebled 3 for 1 week and drained 3.
Kolgradd feels—no, knows—that this book contains far far more in its hundreds of pages; secrets and knowledge kept from the world and beyond. Magic to access the Dimension of Time, rituals to access the Dimension of Dreams each night during rest, knowledge about entities of the Dark Tapestry. All within this book.
Jevar becomes frustrated at his lack of understanding of the book. Worse, once it becomes clear that Kolgradd is up to the task, he becomes worried for the dwarf's mental condition. In between readings, he repeatedly asks him basic questions about who he is, and why he and the group are where they are to test his grip on reality. At first the results are positive...
When Kolgradd finally emerges with the two rituals, Jevar smiles and nods at him. Good job! We could be there in three days then.
"Three days? Has it been that long? It seemed like only a few hours."
When he catches up, Kolagradd explains that they must first attune the Stelae before attempting the Path to the Black Stars, so it maybe be a bit longer before they can leave, depending on how accessible the others are. It's not long in the conversation before he zones out.
This book contains so much knowledge. It's evil of course, but isn't it also evil to throw away the higher calling of all sentient life- knowledge? We promised Yrisolma we would give it to them for destruction, but I didn't know then what I know now, and their morality seems so simplistic. Is the whole edifice of the outer planes nothing but a child's toy the gods have created to entertain the sleepi-
He reacts with a start when he realises the others are waiting for him to respond to something, though he can't remember the rest of the conversation.
"It's clear we must keep the book" he says emphatically, hoping his lapse goes unnoticed.
"For the ritual to travel and return. Yrisolma will just have to wait."
Boodiddly raises an eyebrow. "Kolgradd, the book won't help us get back once we know how to get there," he says slowly. "And it's a book that's not good for your health - look how pale you are, how you've gotten such dark rings under your eyes. It's clear we need to get rid of it." He leaves unspoken the idea that the sooner this happens, the better - his friend seems to be in a more-delicate mental state than expected if he's suggesting such things.
Shohreh grows ever more concerned for her comrades as the days pass in study of the horrid book, but she watches Kolgradd closest of all. With his behavior becoming more peculiar by the day, she places a gentle hand on the dwarf's shoulder.
"Kolgradd, please give me the book. I will keep it safe from anyone who would misuse it, but I worry for what it is doing to you."
With the ritual learned, the group goes about casting beckon the stars!
The Star Stele’s runes become writhed in a yellow light, and as it does, Upianshe’s form falters briefly before returning.
As the former-amnesiacs descend down the tower to meet back up with Kaklatath, they find that large swaths of the campsite has been overrun by various types of fungus. Even the tents seem to have veins of fungi climbing up its sides.
”They just began growing out of nowhere, and they’ve only just stopped.”
A familiar, booming voice echoes from the sky. The former-amnesiacs look to the sky to find a flying, flaming wagon wheel with eyes on each spoke: Yrisolma.
Yrisolma descends from the sky and floats in front of the group, his piercing gazes falling upon each of the former-amnesiacs expectantly.
"We have," Boodiddly answers simply. "And to our great dismay, we have learned that its existence is required for a brief time longer to prevent a great tragedy upon this world." He continues to explain how Lowls used to book to begin the linking of worlds, how the only way to prevent this is to deactivate the stele on Carcosa, and how the unholy tome is required to get them to that distant planet. "I would invite you to accompany us until such time as we have departed, leaving the Necronomicon in your care."
"As a servant of The Silence Between, I vouch for him. It is as he says," Shohreh adds, clutching at the holy symbol hanging from her neck.
Yrisolma’s eyes immediately fall upon Boodiddly as the archon gets uncomfortably close.
Without waiting for an answer, Yrisolma immediately Casts a Spell that the former-amnesiacs recognize as ring of truth.
Ding
Ding
Ding
"Its knowledge already has - Lowls has used it to travel to Carcosa." Boodiddly pauses between each statement so as to not speak over the damned chime. "Are you able to follow him there yourself? His use of that knowledge will see this entire world swallowed by evil - not in a slow way as the Worldwound threatens, but all at once in a single night. Are you able to prevent that? We must follow him, with haste, to stop this and undo the machinations he has put into motion."
It was a risk we had to take... Jevar admits solemnly.
But now we've only to conduct the ritual we learned from it. As my friend says, we must follow Lowls to stop him or this world is finished!
"Kolgradd, please give me the book. I will keep it safe from anyone who would misuse it, but I worry for what it is doing to you."
When Shohreh had asked for the book, Kolgradd had rolled his eyes and blustered at suggestion it was doing something to him. He didn't want to let ignorance lead the way when such vibrant truths are so close.
He trusted her though, and he knew first-hand how much such things can warp minds. He gave her the Necronomicon, and let his mind return to the wonderful things he has already learned from it.
When Yrisolma returned, he was dismayed but ready.
"This world and all the souls who live on it are threatened by Carcosa, and we need the book to have a hope of stopping it. You may join us if you wish, but if you stop us you will doom the world"
He does not address the return of the Necronomicon, for he is conflicted on its destruction and he's not sure whether the bell will ring if he promises its return.
"We have no choice," Shohreh says, her tone resolute, "but we are not fools. We have taken measures that will erase not just the book itself from this world, but also our memories of what is contained within. We fully understand the threat posed by this book and our common foe, so we do not take this course out of convenience or ignorance of the cost."
She sighs and closes her eyes before continuing.
"As I said, I serve Black Butterfly. None hate the Dark Tapestry more than Her, and none know the depths of its evil more than Her. And She has chosen me to serve as the agent of Her will against this threat. I would not ask you to trust me blindly, but I do ask you to trust Her."
"Its knowledge already has - Lowls has used it to travel to Carcosa."
Ding
"His use of that knowledge will see this entire world swallowed by evil - not in a slow way as the Worldwound threatens, but all at once in a single night.
Ding
"We must follow him, with haste, to stop this and undo the machinations he has put into motion."
Ding
Ding
"This world and all the souls who live on it are threatened by Carcosa, and we need the book to have a hope of stopping it.
Ding
"You may join us if you wish, but if you stop us you will doom the world"
Ding
Yrisolma’s gazes fall on Kolgradd, and the archon is about to say something, but then his gazes seem to soften into something akin to pity.
Ding
It was a risk we had to take... Jevar admits solemnly.
Ding
Yrisolma’s many eyes slowly go wide at the faint chime at that statement. Suddenly the flames around the archon’s body intensify in sheer anger as Yrisolma rapidly turn to bring his gazes all upon Jevar!
"We have no choice," Shohreh says, her tone resolute, "but we are not fools.
Ding
"We have taken measures that will erase not just the book itself from this world, but also our memories of what is contained within."
Ding
"We fully understand the threat posed by this book and our common foe, so we do not take this course out of convenience or ignorance of the cost."
Ding
"As I said, I serve Black Butterfly."
Ding
"None hate the Dark Tapestry more than Her, and none know the depths of its evil more than Her."
Ding
"And She has chosen me to serve as the agent of Her will against this threat."
Ding
"I would not ask you to trust me blindly, but I do ask you to trust Her."
Ding
Failure
Success --> Critical Success (Resolute Faith)
Failure --> Success (the ring of truth chimes)
Yrisolma stops and closes his eyes, then opening another, identical set of eyes on the opposite side of his body as he stares at Shohreh.
The giylea’s gazes stare into Shohreh’s soul, and for the briefest of moment, the changeling detects something she’s not seen from the archon before: uncertainty.
Ding
Ding
Ding
Ding
Ding
Ding
Ding
Yrisolma pauses, seeming to be in deep thought as he closes his eyes. Suddenly, he opens his eyes on both sides of his body to stare at each of the former-amnesiacs simultaneously!
Ding
With that final, almost mournful chime, Yrisolma flies off into the skies, disappearing behind the many “buildings” of Neruzavin.
Jevar stands rigid and deeply anxious as Yrisolma visits each of them, particularly when his statement seems to elicit anger, or furious disappointment... or both. Such feelings from an ancient being do not feel safe.
As it flies and fades away he stares at the point it disappears into for several moments, just to be sure.
I was not certain that test would end.
Perhaps we should head to the lake next.
"Neither are welcome prospects. The lake contains the sleeping ... thing. But if we can return Upianshe's sword and give her peace as the last thing we do at least that's something"
With an unconscious glance at where Shohreh is keeping the Necronomicon, Kolgradd leads the way to the lake.
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Shohreh releases the breath she hadn't realized she was holding, and watches the angel soar off into the heavens.
"It worked," she says, almost in disbelief.
The former-amnesiacs make their way toward the banks of the lake. As they travel, they find that the entirety of Neruzavin has been overrun with patches of fungal growths—more so than previously. Nearby, though, the group hears the sound of grinding stone and something BIG moving on the next “street” over. As they look at the next “street” over, though, they find nothing making the grinding, but instead that something massive had gone through the area, seeming to flatten the fungal masses.
As they proceed toward the northwest, they find that the fallen “buildings” at the bank of the lake have created a massive pile, creating a complex cave system out of the rubble. The group easily finds an opening in the western side of the massive mound and spelunk through there.
The tunnels wind and twist for dozens upon dozens of feet before the group see anything of note—or, more accurately, anyone.
As the group climbs up a set of rubble, they are met at the top by…a seemingly helpful hand being offered to assist the final leg of the climb. The hand belongs to a man standing at the top of the climb: a bronze-skinned human wearing crimson and gold robes from a long-gone era. The man appears malnourished, but nevertheless carries a look of pride upon his face. His most striking feature is his bright purple eyes—a telltale sign of an Azlanti. The air around him seem to shift with calming colors, and is filled with whispers of murmuring voices that seem strangely familiar.
Whether or not the former-amnesiacs accept the man’s help, he stands straight as they reach the top of the climb. He bows deeply toward Shohreh and Jevar. ”Children of Azlant, I am Aeptolinu . You arrive at the Snarl, the edge of oblivion upon this failed existence.”
Kolgradd takes the offered hand as he leads the climb, and then when the stranger appears azlanti looks confused at his arm.
"Another spirit?" He whispers to Shohreh.
To cover the whisper, he greets the Azlanti with a bow of his own.
"Aeptolinu, I am Kolgradd Thunderiron, and these are my companions, Jevar Shadowmantle, Shohreh Kassar, and Boodiddly".
With the introductions taken care of, he jumps right in.
"The time of the Azlanti has long since past friend, how did you come to be here? And I'm rather hoping this existence hasn't failed just yet, I've become quite attached to it".
Shohreh doesn't reply immediately, focusing her senses and intuition on sussing out the nature of this surprisingly helpful stranger.
Why did he bow at only two of us?
The Snarl...?
"The time of the Azlanti has long since past friend, how did you come to be here? And I'm rather hoping this existence hasn't failed just yet, I've become quite attached to it".
”I have survived only because oblivion has not yet won, and in that time I have seen empires rise, only to be crushed for the hubris of aspiring to be anything more than beasts. I shall remain until humanity learns to surpass these tragedies, yet even I know how it all must end.”
The Snarl...?
”The caverns of fallen structures within this failed construction. It was formed when the lake of emptiness was filled.”
Oh... Jevar thinks. But it doesn't feel significant. Nidalese shadows of humans feel far removed from Azlant.
”I have survived only because oblivion has not yet won, and in that time I have seen empires rise, only to be crushed for the hubris of aspiring to be anything more than beasts. I shall remain until humanity learns to surpass these tragedies, yet even I know how it all must end.”
Is... that something you can tell us of? How it must end?
”The end will come in due time, child of Azlant, as it always does: a slow deterioration of all.”
"Everything ends," Shohreh agrees, then gestures beyond him to the Snarl. "Can you tell us anything about what lies within?"
Stroking his beard, Kolgradd listens to the answer to Shohreh's question before sighing.
The rise and fall of empires? Is this a God? What a fascinating story they must have. They might have the power to kill us on the spot, but we have a job to do and it won't complete itself...
"There is a Stelae near the shore, are we going in the right direction? Oh and we just left a tortured spirit, poor thing left her sword in the lake, goes by "Teralindor's Honor". I don't suppose you've seen it?"
Boodiddly smiles pleasantly and just nods along. Can't expect too much out of somebody that thinks things peaked when he didn't have to consider that other people might be people too.
"Everything ends," Shohreh agrees, then gestures beyond him to the Snarl. "Can you tell us anything about what lies within?"
”Fellows in acceptance of the inevitable. There are neither friends nor foes here—only truths that few are strong enough to endure. I can guide you and assist”
"There is a Stelae near the shore, are we going in the right direction? Oh and we just left a tortured spirit, poor thing left her sword in the lake, goes by "Teralindor's Honor". I don't suppose you've seen it?"
”The sword: another relic of a time long past, left abandoned as its owner fought against the seedborn consumption, only to be spirited away by opportunists who have not yet accepted the inevitability of fate.
“The star-marked pillar is within the Snarl. I thought humanity wise enough not to seek Carcosa’s blessing, but they have failed before and will fail many times more”
Aeptolinu turns heel and begins walking away, almost expecting the group to follow.
Well, we're actually trying to stop those who would activate Carcosa's power! Jevar blurts out as he tries to briskly keep up.
He frowns.
So you mean to say the sword is no longer here? Or... are we the opportunists?
Kolgradd holds his hands out to delay Jevar briefly and let Aeptolinu open up a little distance to give them some privacy.
"I recognized him while he was talking. He's a manasaputra, specifically a manu, one of the celestials from Creation's Forge dedicated to bringing a specific species to enlightenment, in this case Humans"
He nods exaggeratedly toward Jevar and Shohreh as he says humans, to explain the earlier comment.
"I'd say that makes him an ally, but what was that about beasts? I don't like the way he looked at Boodidly and I- celestial calling notwithstanding. These celestials talk a lot about "mortal minds" but I don't think they're any better equipped than the rest of us. Let's follow but keep our eye on him"
He then moves to follow.
The former-amnesiacs follow Aeptolinu further into the Snarl, where they eventually come upon a strange hallway. Chipped basalt towers form a hallway of jarring angles. Each of the dark, smoothed surfaces bears hundreds of chalky messages as if every wall, floor, and ceiling served as a blackboard.
”Failurehall. Upon these walls are the recordings of the lost glory of Azlant that I have penned. Though at times I have heard and recorded the failures of ongoing events throughout the world upon these walls.”
As the group continues traveling through Failurehall, Boodiddly and Kolgradd notice that the words upon the walls begin twisting and moving, beginning to spell out…all-too-personal sentences.
”You, like all others upon this world, have failed. And those failures are transcribed here, and reading of those failures will bring you closer to understanding the futility of all.”
Aeptolinu’s words are enough of a warning from the former-amnesiacs to cover their eyes as they traverse Failurehall, not daring to read any of the words written therein.
”We have left Failurehall; you may cease to cover your eyes.”
As they hesitantly listen to the stranger, they find themselves at a T-intersection—one path going right, one straight, and one back toward Failurehall. Aeptolinu motions toward the path to the right.
”That leads to the Saffron Throne, domain of a fiend who refers to himself as the Saffron Prince. Many of the Snarl’s inhabitants cope with the cruelties of the multiverse in many ways, but none embrace those cold realities so wholeheartedly as the Saffron Prince. He is utterly selfish and without empathy. When he first heard of Hastur, he arrogantly decided he could amass the personal wealth and power necessary to surpass the King in Yellow by feigning obedience and overthrowing his ‘master’ later. He has since been cursed by a golden crown he recovered from the cult of Hastur, which has further cursed him with delusions of grandeur, making him an unsuspecting puppet should the King in Yellow ever demand survice of this puny protégé. He now lounges upon his Saffron Throne, surveying his imaginary kingdom and devising intricate ways to torment his nonexistent minions.”
Aeptolinu turns to the group. ”You wished for the star-marked pillar. It is not toward the Saffron Throne. You may visit the pitiful prince if you wish, but you will not find your futile goal therein.” Aeptolinu then continues travelling straight, past the path toward the Saffron Throne.
Eventually, the path opens up. More than a dozen immense stone towers crisscross messily above, forming a manner of roof for this large cavern. Broken basalt scree creates a beach that slopes gently into the water to the north. A nearly cylindrical pillar stands near the shore—a Star Stele.
”It is here that we speak to the Speaker for the Deep—an entity that claims to be a mouthpiece for the being within the lake. We of the Snarl only rarely come here to commune with the entity, so the so-called ‘Speaker’ does very little.”
As the group comes closer to the Star Stele, they catch a glimpse of the still water of the unnamed lake. It’s mirrorlike sheen reflects something…not normal. Instead of the sky above the lake, and possibly a reflection of sections of the Snarl, the lake instead reflects a haunting skyline of metal, wood, and stone structures in all directions—a vast city devoid of life.
Failure --> Success (incapacitation)
Critical Success
Success --> Failure (natural 1) --> Success (incapacitation)
The group starts to see stranger visions coming from the lake, but they each shake off the strange sights until they see two pairs of glowing red eyes staring at them from the water. When the eyes realize that the group is staring at them, they rise, revealing themselves to be elephant-sized piles of wet, fungal mounds!
Round 1
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???
Shohreh
Kolgradd
Jevar
Boodiddly
Fungal Siren <Red>
Fungal Siren <Yellow>
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Jevar does what often seems best to start off these encounters: hastens Kolgradd which hopefully hastens the end of the battle!
For now he stays in position amongst the group, eyeing the creatures...
Kolgradd bursts into action, empowered by Jevar's spell, and heads straight to the nearest fungal creature.
◆ Stride
"Back Beast!"
◆ Combat Assessment
Boodiddly tests the acoustics of the strange lake with a whistle and a clap.
Seeing that hostilities are indeed broached, Shohreh softly recites a prayer and unleashes a beam of divine energy at the creature on the left.
She's quite confident in her aim... so much so that she backs up behind Boodiddly and Jevar.
That one's mad now!
Shohreh sends a mass of spiritual energy at Red, but it simply seems to blast away some of the fungal growths without doing much else.
Jevar quickens Kolgradd.
Kolgradd charges forward and attacks Yellow!
Additionally, you recognize that these things are born of the body of the thing in the lake that came during Earthfall. They are undead.
Boodiddly sings.
Red looks over and Strides out of the water and moves to attack Boodiddly!
Yellow then attempts to attack Kolgradd!
Suddenly, the water of the lake begins to displace. Aeptolinu looks out and simply says ”And the Speaker of the Deep comes.”
From much further beneath the waves, something Swims from deep below! It then breaches the surface, revealing a monstrously-massive worm who has fungal filaments instead of flesh! As its head emerges from below, it moves to swallow Kolgradd!
Round 2
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Speaker of the Deep <Blue>
Shohreh
Jevar
Kolgradd {Hasted: Round 1 of 10}
Boodiddly (-16)
Fungal Siren <Red> (-26)
Fungal Siren <Yellow> (-76) {1d10 persistent fire; frightened 1}
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Jevar relays I think we should slash at the fungal heaps. I'm not yet sure about that worm... The last part comes in near-disbelief at the size of the thing that has emerged from the water.
He slides to the West were he can line up one of the heaps and the worm.
And throws his hands forward emitting a bolt of lightning through them.
Shohreh might have just the thing: the ability to shape the shadow substance of the Netherworld as she sees fit.
She also needs to get into position...
Boodiddly gives a long whistle as the worm breaches the surface - almost too long of a whistle, as if he were trying to make himself the center of attention. But that would be such a foolish thing that it can't possibly be right... right?
Torag's beard that's a big one!
Hardly pausing for a second, Kolgradd continues to smack the fungal blob he's been attacking before beating a hasty retreat from the huge worm.
◆ Strike
◆ Strike
◆ Strike
◆ Stride
Shohreh moves forward and sends shadowstuff to slash through the fungal piles!
Jevar then moves forward and sends lightning through the enemies!
Kolgradd easily slams his maul into Yellow multiple times before moving back.
Boodiddly begins singing then begs for applause from the creatures!
As the creature begins to be affected by Boodiddly’s magic, it Sloughs its Skin, causing its outermost layer to peel away and into the water! It is this layer of skin that disturbingly writhes as it attempts to “clap” for Boodiddly.
Red makes a grand applause at Boodiddly…
Knocked to the ground, Red Stands…
…then punches Kolgradd!
Yellow Stands and Strides toward the group.
Blue Strides onto land, and as it gets close to the group, it Thrashes around wildly!
Round 3
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Speaker of the Deep <Blue> (-12)
Shohreh (-77)
Jevar
Kolgradd (-49) {Hasted: Round 2 of 10}
Boodiddly (-16) {Lingering Rally: Round 1 of 3}
Fungal Siren <Red> (-154) {slowed 1 & no reactions}
Fungal Siren <Yellow> (-220) {1d10 persistent fire; slowed 1 & no reactions}
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"Hey!" Kolgradd shouts to try to draw the worm's attention. "Over here!"
◆ Step
to aid with the distraction, he spins his hammer threateningly before snapping it at the worm.
◆◆ Intimidating Strike
Then the big fungal blob gets thwacked on the return swing.
◆ Strike
Boodiddly raises an eyebrow at the twitching skin and decides to see just how freshly-peeled they can make this thing before it withers away entirely.
Not having been successfully grabbed, Shohreh jogs away to a safe distance to lessen her wounds.
Jevar wonders how the worm likes the cold. Freezing winds extend from his hands, pushing away from him with great force. Except, instead of immediately washing over those in their path, the winds gather at a point over the lake, behind their foes. It grows and grows until it envelopes the three.