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Richard gives Dingus a spiteful glance as he is laid on the cold ground. We're nowhere near a jungle and it's too cold out here for me to think. Nonetheless, the serpent sluggishly moves forward testing the air with his tongue. He slithers between the bits of wind strewn debris and points out a russet stained mound of canvas and then a trail leading north and then slithers off behind some other rubble and reports there's another body back there.
The snake familiar pokes out his head from beneath Dingus' ensemble to taste the air. Mmmm. I smell rats. Then as a wall of rats erupts from the passage behind them, Richard ducks back beneath the fine clothing. Too many rats! Too many rats! Initiative rolls:
Keelhaul Kaul- Dingus- Corliss- swarms of rats-
The snake hesitates. But what about the alligators? I'm actually more of a tree snake than a sea snake. Are you sure?
The old lady and her guide stumble into an unseen obstacle just before reaching the ruined ship pile up. Kaul's sniffer is about snuffed. A serpent's arrow-shaped head pops out from under the old woman's shawl and flicks its tongue. It hisses and Dingus hears, "I don't sssmell the humansss but maybe there are tasssty ratsss in the boatsss?" If Richard had shoulders, he'd shrug. |
