"The scent of fear is strong on the doll. It was in the child's hands within the last twenty hours or so." Trutik says, handing the doll back to Lureene.
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"If the magic the circle emanates is too weak to hinder us, it may be able to affect the child. Let me see the doll, I may be able to track her off of it." Trutik offers, holding his hand out to Lureene.
Nightflier: Sorry for presuming I passed, just trying to move the story along.
"Good question lady." Trutik looks down at Lureene as she awakens. "If we are still inside a creature, I would venture to believe it has some sort of plane shifting ability. Other than that, it seems like we all have no idea."
"You got it. Trutik acknowledges the man, laying the sleeping woman on the floor by the badger.
"Aye, let's move." Trutik answers while repositioning the sleeping woman on his shoulder.
"These mists are the same as that of the Astral Plane." Trutik comments to no one in particular.
"I have no recollection of being captured and digested by this 'creature'. I seem to have lost all memory of the incident." Trutik answers Luff.
As the creature shutters and the mayhem ensues, Trutik makes his way to Meera's side. "I have this one. You got the other one?" He asks looking toward Zissaren. Trutik then hefts the mysterious woman over his shoulder. "Lite as a feather." He quips "Let's go."
Trutik sees the effectiveness of Zissaren's blow and draws his longbow letting an arrow fly toward the central lump.
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Seeing the slimy cords detach and start flailing, Trutik pulls his scythe from his back and readies himself to strike.
"I remember nothing of being eaten cat." Trutick responds looking down at the odd talking cat.
Trutik looks about the cavity, noting the other beings present. "If this is a creature we are in, it's size is bewildering." He states looking over at Zissaren.
"It seems like whatever this thing is, was hungry. There are multiple 'snacks' in here." Trutik makes his way over to the wiggling sack and carefully slices it open with his kukri.
Trutik rolls from the freshly cut sack hitting the floor and coughing to clear his lungs. After a minute on his hands and knees the creature stands up face to chest with the large lizardman revealing a odd mixture of heritage. The elongated limbs and nose would hint toward some kind of Troll, but the overall stature can only be attributed to one of the wild Half-Orcs of the neighboring forests. Not used to seeing many creatures taller than him, Trutik raises his head to meet the lizardman's eyes. "Thank you lizardman. I am indebted to you and your friends for saving my life, for surely I would have been dead if you hadn't came along. I wish to accompany you, as I do not know where I am. I am Trutik, may I ask your names as well?"
"mmmfphffmmm heflph phme!" Muffled sounds come from another sack ten feet away as it begins to wiggle slightly.
Hey Nightflier, if I am also in there, would I know what the thing is and how I got there?
Keeping my eyes open :)
You can add Knowledge (Planes) as class skill and Infernal as bonus language. Done and Done.
Hey Nightflier, He's done. Can you give him a look over and let me know what you think.
Here he is so far. |