"Bees and lightning...bees and lightning..." Kroug scrunches up his nose in thought. ( )
"Yes, the other door is quiet. Safe."
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Sure, I'm up for continuing.
Kroug softly hums along with the sound trying to place it. "Humming...hmm...from inside...hmm...not sure what it is."
Kroug continues to poke and prod the stone as he talks. "I remember little. Only flashes. Flashes of someone else's life. And pain...torture. I do not know where I'll go." Satisfied he turns to the others. "This is a marker. Only traces of magic. Could mark something bad...or something good. Let's try the wood door." He crawls over to the wood door and presses his ear against it.
Kroug creeps close to the black stone and examines it.
As he stares intently at the black stone he talks to no one in particular. "What do you remember...from before?"
Kroug watches Relio silently as the magic slowly wears off, then slides down the wall to peel away his webbing from the dragon. "Yes, continue forward. Dark magic." Kroug sniffs the amber pool on the floor to see if he could determine it's properties or origin.
GM:
Do I recognize the spell that's affecting him and how long it will last?
Wow...I guess not.
"That is no way out, my friend." He turns to Sidra. "The webs will not hold long. Not sure what magic affects him. We should leave this place." With that he tries to web the door shut.
Kroug quickly gathers a bundle of webs and tries to restrain the small dragon. He keeps one on the door looking for movement.
Kroug pokes his head in then, feels the pull of magic and quickly scuttles away. His eyes go to the others looking for any effect. With Sidra's warning he feels some relief then sees the hunger in Relio'Than's eyes. "The dragon's caught in it's snare. Subdue." Turning to Relio'Than he speaks, though he knows it is futile. "Do not go into that room, my friend." His fingers flicker building up a soft glow that begins to crackle. With a flick of his wrists the energy speeds toward the dragon's head.
"Faint magic. Nothing left to harm." Kroug notes the others' names then cranes his head around to listen and peer through the top of the cracked open door.
"Upward and outward," Kroug said with a hopeful smile. Kroug slinked along the ceiling and scanned the door for magical auras. Then with a silent realization he turned to the others. "I am called Kroug."
Kroug gathers up the flasks being careful not to nick himself with the sharp ends and bundles them in a cocoon of webbing. He fashions a thick strap to the bundle of webs and slings it over his shoulder. "Yes, we go right. Leave death behind." He skitters along the ceiling, cane in hand.
After the magic becomes clear, Kroug quickly drops the helm in disgust. "Necromancy." He climbs up the side of the wall to look over the snake woman's shoulder. He keeps his distance, but focuses on the potion flasks to determine the magic inside.
Kroug waits until the body is completely still and watches the snake woman rifle through it's possessions. "Magic." He says descending on a thread, still keeping a wary distance. "Magic flasks. And helm. Take care." He grasps the helmet in both hands and studies the magic auras carefully.
Staring at his frosted hands, Kroug refocuses and let's loose another blast of icy air.
Kroug watches the web break, strand by strand and flashes on a half-remembered moment: A smoldering worm melting through rock. A rock wall. His wall. His room. Invader! With muscle memory his arms dance in the air conjuring a white frost. Then with a pointed finger he focuses it at the creature below.
Kroug maneuvers across the ceiling to get a better vantage point through the confusing melee . Seeing the loose helmet he pulls a loose strand of web from his belly and flings it downward trying to pull the helmet away from the creature .
Kroug reaches out with his free hand feeling for the magic flowing in the helm visualizing the energy freezing in place.
As the creature rips through his web, Kroug panics and points the mage's staff at it focusing on the feel of magic, with a image in his mind of the creature immobilized.
Now that the creature is at least temporarily subdued, Kroug takes a round to study any magic auras on the creature or nearby.
Kroug scrambles along the ceiling gathering webbing in his hands. Perched near the graying creature he launches the mass of webs at it hoping to trap it .
Kroug's face appears from the darkness of the ceiling. "Yes...leave. Leave and never come back." He stares down the hall toward the approaching noise and relaxes his vision focusing on any magic auras.
Kroug watched the others with wary interest, though he itched with curiosity to see the pages. Relaxing his vision to a slight blur he scanned the room for magic auras. Excitement tugged at him as the snake woman revealed the exit. He sniffed the air, but clung to his perch for a few breaths, waiting and watching. Fresh blood on the cat woman's face and the unpredictability of the wyrmling stalled him, but the need for freedom pushed him forward. He pulled a new glistening strand from his abdomen and fed it through his multiple dancing legs as he eased himself lower to a better vantage point and peered through the open doorway.
DM: Does Knowledge(arcana) tell me anything about the staff? Ugh! I'm sure not with that roll.
Kroug crouched on the ceiling taking in the entirety of the room, eyes darting away from the snake woman's face. "Yes..." Words swam in his head echoing. Yes...yes...yes... He focused stitching them together in a pattern. Emotions criss-crossed his face. "Yes...bound...like you...so long...how long..." His eyes returned to the dead mage. "Something killed him...we are..." His face relaxed in sudden realization and vanished into thin air . "...free." DM: Was I able to grab the staff with mage hand? If so I'll focus with detect magic on it to see what I can see.
His limbs moved fluidly below him as he skittered up the wall, intently staring at the felled body and the staff beside it. His hands worked to pull a silk strand from his abdomen while his legs clung to the ceiling.
DM: I was thinking of using my web ability to retrieve the staff, but it looks like this is only used to entangle. My other thought is maybe he instinctually uses mage hand and the web is just for flavor. He'll only get as close as he needs to for this. Ranges are web (50ft) and mage hand (40ft).
Kroug felt the familiar ache in phantom limbs and in parts of his body still alien. Dreams he had, of a different body, draped in cloth and with legs bent oddly. Words floated in his mind straining to make phrases and nearly complete thoughts, but they were quickly whisked away. Then he sensed movement. Multiple eyes blinked open in unison. Gray membranes sliding open slowly to adjust to the light. He watched the snake-haired creature with curiosity. It moved as wounded prey. Instinctively a hunger seized him, but his weak limbs merely twitched. Fear overtook his hunger as a deep growl echoed in the room. Flashes of pain wracked his mind. For a moment he was bound again. Head to toe in tight silk. Dangling over a dark pit... He returned to his senses and with renewed strength eased away from the table and into the shadows. An anger bubbled to the surface as his eyes landed on the creature in the middle of the room. A single whispered word escaped his mouth. "Palach."
Undercommon translation:
"Butcher"
Here's the Drider. Statted him up as normal for now. Need to work up the background. Are we using Traits? Drawbacks? |