The door to the west reveals... a fifteen foot hallway, unlit, but light from the torches in the room you are in shows it to have a closed door on the other end.
Mitnal carefully examines the hallway to see how well travelled it is.
Mitnal observes that the dust on this hallway is not so great as one might expect in a passage that sees no traffic whatsoever. But he can't really tell if anyone has passed this way recently.
Something howls and the sound echoes from both the north and the passage to the west. It is a chilling howl that makes the blood run cold.
will save
Mitnal panics. Dropping his weapon in his haste he runs...
...east. He throws open the door on the east wall in order to run through.
"Wait! Where are you going?!" Jessa calls after him.
"Wait! Where are you going?!" Jessa calls after him.
"Whatever that is, it can't be good!" Mitnal calls behind him as he runs.
"We need to stick together, defend our own."
I scoop up Mitnal's hammer and race after him.
"We need to stick together, defend our own."
I scoop up Mitnal's hammer and race after him.
"Agreed!" I run off after mitnal, motioning to the rest.
Jessa shrugs at Kenzo and the two hurry after everyone with Blackwing flapping excitedly.
Mitnal races through a short, dark hallway, slowed for a moment only by another door.
He enters a chamber filled with junk, desperately looking for a direction in which to flee. The only exit is to the north.
Notice:
To reiterate... Mitnal races into a room, looks around and prepares himself to race to the north.
The rest of the party is close behind him.
The room appears to be filled with junk and have only the two exits. The one to the west the party runs through and the one to the north Mitnal is preparing to flee down.
I try to judge if I can get in range for a daze spell.
Gyorgy can also cast daze if he wants.
Daze against Mitnal, DC 13.
Daze against Mitnal, DC 13.
Mitnal continues fleeing.
Perhaps fortunately, the tunnel to the north is twisted and uneven and somewhat slows the barbarians flight.
Mitnal burst into a large cavernous room with a strangely smooth floor.
Daylight enters the room through a wide opening in the east wall overlooking the Varisian Gulf. A curtain of vines and nettles hangs down over this fifteen foot wide opening.
There is another exit from the room to the west and after a moment of hesitation, Mitnal begins going this way, only to have his panic subside as quickly as it came.
"Hey! Where are we going?" Mitnal demands suddenly, sliding to a halt before adding angrily, "Did you guys magick me again or something?"
"Hey! Where are we going?" Mitnal demands suddenly, sliding to a halt before adding angrily, "Did you guys magick me again or something?"
"Alas, no!" Jessa retorts in a slightly-angry, slightly-relieved tone as she skids to a halt behind the big barbarian. "It was that howling or growling or barking thing we heard back at those doors," she tells him, "The sound must have befuddled your mind."
"Hey! Where are we going?" Mitnal demands suddenly, sliding to a halt before adding angrily, "Did you guys magick me again or something?"
1d20+5
For Mitnal and anyone else who beats a DC 16 perception...
"What's that thing there, with the tentacles?"
"Huh? Where?"
Perception:
I stop to try to get something out of my eye again, maybe if i blink for a bit, there...wait, no...
"Huh? Where?"
"Hiding over by the door? Would you like to talk with it?" asks Mitnal overly gruffly, "Hey, you, slide on over here and extend a tentacle. Jeslara probably wants to be friends."
Ignoring Mitnal's verbal jab in the interests of academic curiosity, Jessa looks to the doorway and immediately stifles a gasp with her hand. "Oh my...what...is that thing?"
'That thing' trembles a little bit but remains where it is. Details are hard to make out as one looks from darkness towards light, but it does not appear built for fast locomotion though its tentacles might have quite a reach.
One gets the feeling of waiting from the thing, as if it is tensed to attack anything that comes near it.
Ignoring Mitnal's verbal jab in the interests of academic curiosity, Jessa looks to the doorway and immediately stifles a gasp with her hand. "Oh my...what...is that thing?"
"An octopus?" suggests Mitnal before taking some food from his pocket and placing it in front of him on the ground. "Here kitty, kitty."
"An octopus?" suggests Mitnal before taking some food from his pocket and placing it in front of him on the ground. "Here kitty, kitty."1d20+5
"Not like that Mitnal!" I whisper, "try like this..."
brightly: "Hello Mr. Octopus!"
"oh, uh, <cough>, umm, hm. Maybe not like that either."
"Maybe we should stay away from it. It doesn't look like it's bruising for a fight and we have other priorities. We need to find Nualia."
A tentacle suddenly snaps away from the creature...
...out of the opening. It snatches a bird from the air and the bird squawks once and then goes silent.
The thing, once it has moved does look a little like some sort of squid, with a rain barrel like body. One of its tentacles has a sting that it has slammed into the body of the bird.
Getting too close to it might indeed invite some sort of attack it looks like. Currently the party is about fifteen feet away from it.
I carefully step further away.
A tentacle suddenly snaps away from the creature...
...out of the opening. It snatches a bird from the air and the bird squawks once and then goes silent.
"Blackwing! NO!!" gasps Mitnal.
"Erk?"
"Erk?"
"Thank the spirits," says Mitnal in relief.
Jessa mimics Gyorgy's retreat. "I agree. Maybe we should leave it alone? I doubt Nualia's that way. That thing certainly looks like something Lamashtu would favor, though."
"Ah yes, now I see, just your old garden variety bird catcher, er, bird killer. Probably best to move on, I agree."
Mitnal steps back slowly. "We'd better hurry. The horse is probably getting hungry."
"West I guess?" I set out if there are no objections.