Darkest Dungeon-Insanity And Devastation In 5E [IC]

[JNAProductions]

You are currently at the mouth of the cave's entrance, near the edge of Oakbrook. You have your gear with you-that which will stick with you no matter what happens.

The door is closed. Will you open it?

[Syldar]

Gwynn hangs back, bow at the ready, just in case something is right behind the door. She motions for one of the melee warriors to open it.

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)

Anja steps forward and raps the end of her quarterstaff against the door a couple of times. "A door, ha!" she laughs slipping the staff through a loop on her pack. "Seems... strange. You'd think rocks would be more appropriate. Like lots of rocks. All piled on top of each other. Blocking the entrance," she looks around at their little group expectantly before rolling her eyes and conjuring a globe of fire that seemed to hover in her hand.

"This village has bigger problems if they think building a door, instead of burying it, was going to fix their den of evil problem."

[Celticbear]

Doyal seems to hang in the back, loading his crossbow, and says,This place is cursed with the presence of the Old Ones, this door could be magically sealed to ward off intruders. I would take great care if I were you

[JNAProductions]

The door is still closed.

[Inspectre]

"Feels like we're wasting time standing around here jawin' rather than fightin'. Place isn't getting any younger."

Gil grouses, his tone making it clear that *he* was the one not getting any younger.
Tucking his morningstar into his belt, the old guardsman checks the straps on his shield one final time, and then steps up to the door.

Apparently unafraid of any potential traps or "curses of the Old Ones", he looks around for a handle or similar grip he could use to pull the door open, and upon finding one, grasps hold of it.

"Hope y'all are ready. Somebody git a torch lit in case it's dark inside."

And then without further warning Gil pulls the door open, holding his shield up in front of him in the doorway while reaching for his morningstar.

[JNAProductions]

The door is open.

The cave inside is surprisingly well-maintained. There is a smooth tiled floor, with walls of grey rock. It quickly falls into darkness.

[roll0]
[roll1]

You hear slight sounds from within. A skittering.

[Syldar]

Be careful. I hear skittering. Probably giant spiders.

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)

Anja steps up close behind Gil and peers around him into the darkness. Her eyes look eager, but her stomach flutters nervously at the prospect of stepping within. Holding her flaming hand up high she swallows loudly and nudges Gil softly with her shield. "After you old man."

[Inspectre]

Perception: [roll0]


Gil grunts at the news of spiders ahead, stuffing the morningstar back into his belt.
He digs a torch out of his backpack and holds it above Anja's hand until it ignites, and then brandishes the lit torch in front of him and over his head - he doesn't need no spider jumping down on top of his head.

"Jus' how giant we talkin' here?"

Gil asks, genuinely curious as he's never seen an actual giant spider, so he isn't sure whether "giant" meant "bigger than normal" or literally "giant-sized".
Regardless, it doesn't look like there's any other way to go than further inside the cave, and so Gil gamely advances slowly into the darkness once the others have formed up behind him like Anja.

[JNAProductions]

If you had to guess, they're probably between the size of a large dog and a small horse.

As you step inside, your torch illuminates some faint strands of webbing. Going deeper, the webbing grows thicker, quickly impeding your forward progress.

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)

"Probably pretty big if they've managed to do all this in less time than it takes a floor to get filthy," Anja replies.

"The gods favour the bold," she reminds herself under her breath before standing up straighter. "You might want to get ready with those bows," she tells the archers as the flames coating her hand retreat from her fingers to form a ball of fire in her hand.

Then stepping to the side of Gil, she lobs the fiery ball towards the webs blocking their way before ducking back behind the warrior again.

[JNAProductions]

The webs alight, and you all hear a hissing screech as you spot a few spiders retreating from the flames.

Roll initiative.

[roll0]

[Celticbear]

The gods favor no one, we are but drifting specks wandering this world until we return to the dust we once were. Do you favor an ant simply because it is stronger than the rest, or do you just ignore it? says Doyal as he holsters his crossbow and draws a wicked looking wand.

Onward then. We are ready are we not? After you.

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)

"That's a bleak outlook," the dwarf notes watching the movement ahead and reigniting her hand. "That either scared them off or pissed them off," she warns the others taking a step away from Gil to give the warrior room to fight if they were attacked.

Initiative: [roll0]

How wide/high is the corridor we're in? Are we confined to single file or is there room to move about?

[JNAProductions]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)

"That's a bleak outlook," the dwarf notes watching the movement ahead and reigniting her hand. "That either scared them off or pissed them off," she warns the others taking a step away from Gil to give the warrior room to fight if they were attacked.

Initiative: [roll0]

How wide/high is the corridor we're in? Are we confined to single file or is there room to move about?




The corridor is about 15' high, with walls about 20' apart, though heavily obscured by webbing.

[Inspectre]

"Anyone got a free hand to hold this?"

Gil grunts, hefting the torch while continuing to hold his shield in front of himself.

"Thinkin' I'm gonna need my hand free to use my morningstar soon, but that ain't gonna do any good if we can't see 'em anymore."


[roll0]

[Syldar]

Gwyn readies an arrow and keeps an eye out for anything moving. "Hold the torch in your shield hand or give it to Anja. I'd take it, but giving the torch to an archer isn't exactly the best idea."

[Syldar]

2d20b1+3
Ok, how to do advantage with bonuses?

[JNAProductions]

Two separate rolls, or one roll with advantage and no modifiers.

[Syldar]

[roll0]
[roll1]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)

"Yeah," Anja replies shaking out the flames from her hand and taking the torch from Gil before transferring it to her shield hand.

[Inspectre]

"Much obliged."

Gil grunts in thanks as he pulls his morningstar from his belt.

"Now where them nasty spiders at!?"

[JNAProductions]

You guys are definitely going first.

Also, Syldar, how do you have advantage on Initiative?

[Syldar]

It's under the ability "natural explorer" for the revised ranger. It also gives immunity to difficult terrain and advantage on attacks against anything that hasn't gone yet on the first turn.

[JNAProductions]

It's under the ability "natural explorer" for the revised ranger. It also gives immunity to difficult terrain and advantage on attacks against anything that hasn't gone yet on the first turn.

Ah, right. Also, we'll be acting in blocks-so any character faster than the spoiders (all of you) can act in any order. In other words, DO SOMETHING.

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)

"Did they run?" Anja wonders aloud conjuring another ball of fire in her hand and peering into the darkness ahead.

Anja will prepare a cantrip to throw at the first thing that comes out of the dark.

DC 13 Dex Save of take [roll0] fire damage.

[JNAProductions]

You spotted the spiders earlier. They began to retreat, but had not made it back. In other words, you can see some.

[Celticbear]

Cthulhu and nana raghyuguen fataghn r'lyeh says Doyal as crackling red and blue sparks start to enrapture the wand.

Since the range of the eldritch blast cantrip is 120 feet, and I have darkvision, I am going to cast eldritch blast at the foremost spider closest to us.

To hit 1d20+6
Damage (If hit)

EDIT: Put a space in my "to hit roll" my mistake: [roll]1d20+6

[Inspectre]

Gil plants himself only a short distance ahead of Anja - it looked like her throwing fire into the webs was sending the spiders into a full-fledged panic - not that Gil could see more than vague shadowy shapes at the edge of the torchlight at this point.

"Hah, lookat 'em go! Give 'em another taste of that fire, Anja!"


Readying an action to morningstar the first spider that closes to melee with him.
To-Hit: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[Syldar]

Gwyn quickly fires an arrow at whatever spider is most visible.

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
First turn, spiders haven't gone, advantage on roll.

[JNAProductions]

The spiders let out some sort of piercing shriek as one is struck by the arrow and blast. It charges forward, but is smashed into the ground by the morningstar. The other two, however, dart forwards, and bite into the torch-bearer.

[roll0]
[roll1]

[roll2]
[roll3]

If it hits, make a DC 11 Con save, or take [roll4] poison damage on a failed save. ([roll5] for the second, if needed.)

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)

Anja's eyes go wide and the spiders race towards her, or maybe more likely towards the light of her torch. She has time to notice one getting crushed under the head of Gil's weapon before she's forced to duck behind her shield to fend off the attentions of the other two spiders. She's hears Gil mention more fire, but she's not in the right state of mind to work her magic, all she can think of at the moment is not being eaten by the spiders.

Anja's going to take the Dodge Action.

Any attack's she's aware of have disadvantage to hit her.

[Inspectre]

"Nrrrhhh . . . ugly bastards."

Gil grunts as he pries his morningstar out of the gooey remains of the spider he had just smashed into the floor. These were certainly the biggest, ugliest, spiders he had ever seen for sure!
Unfortunately, there also seem to be quite a few of them, as two race past him and go after Anja.
That hardly seemed right for a bunch of dumb spiders - why'd they go after her instead of Gil who was closer?
Maybe cuz she was smaller? Or maybe . . . it was because she was the one holding the light!?

"ey! ey! Stupid spiders! Pay attention to me!"

Gil grouses, moving up behind the spiders dancing around Anja and trying to repeat his earlier luck with smashing one into the floor.


Move - Move up into melee with the two spiders on Anja
Standard - Morningstar one of them
To-Hit: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[Celticbear]

Hastur I hceeseb uoy, tnarg eht rewop ot etims yht ymene! shouts Doyal as he rushes to a location in view of the spiders attacking his comrade and sends another wicked bolt of energy crashing down into a spider.

1d20+6
1d10

EDIT: Okay, this is just adding insult to Injury. I'll roll on the OOC.

[Syldar]

Anja, arrow incoming! Gwyn says as she loses her second arrow at one of the spiders attacking the young druid.
[roll0]
[roll1]

[JNAProductions]

Another spider goes down, leaking some sort of sickly black fluid from its injuries. The last one rears back, trying again to bite Anja's weaving body.

[roll0]
[roll1] Disadvantage

[roll2]

Then a DC 11 Con save or take [roll3] Poison damage.

[Inspectre]

"You are one dumb, ugly, sumbitch."

Gil grunts as he pries his morningstar out of another gooey mess, before walking up behind the last spider and slamming his morningstar down again for hopefully the third and final time.


Squash spider with morningstar!
To-Hit: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]


Unfortunately this time, some of the goo has slid down onto the handle of Gil's weapon, and it nearly slips out of his hands.
The head of the morningstar slams into the floor of the cave next to the spider instead of on top of it as a result, sending a shower of sparks flying up where the iron spikes of the weapon meet stone.

[Syldar]

Alright, let's finish this.

[roll0]
[roll1]

[Celticbear]

The end comes for ALL says Doyal as he let's lose one more blue red spark from his wand.

Let's see if this can work!
To hit: [roll0]
Damage (if hit): [roll1]

[JNAProductions]

Spells can indeed crit.

The spider has a hole bored through it, leaving it a slightly smoking corpse on the ground. Your first fight has passed, with everyone emerging alive.

Gain 100 XP each.

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)
Peering further into the darkness Anja takes a careful step away from the corpses and gives a nervous laugh. "That was...," she starts as she slides down the wall to sit on the ground before just shaking her head and offering the torch back to Gil. "You can have this back."

[Syldar]

This is just one of many encounters this place will throw at us. Let's move onward, and do not let your guard down.

[Inspectre]

Gil picks up his morningstar from where it had tumbled out of his hands, and then turns back to Anja.

He takes the torch back with a look of confusion, holding it in his shield hand.

"Waz wrong, Anja? You look whiter than flour! One of them spyders didn't bite ya, did it?

It felt really awkward to hold something in his shield hand besides his shield, and it occured to him that he could drop the torch if he got into a serious fight.
Which would only make matters worse if he had to carry on that fight in the dark.

"If ya feel up to it, I think ya should carry a torch too. That way if one of us drops it we can still see straight."

If anyone else in the party agrees to carry a torch (especially Anja), Gil will pull a second torch out of his backpack, lighting it from his first and then passing it on.
Once that matter is settled, with two lit torches in the party or only one, Gil turns and presses onward, carefully using the torch to burn the remaining webs ahead of him.

"So . . . what exactly are we tryin' to do down here, anyway? We jus' havin' a looksie, see what we find? Or we tryin' to git somethin' done fer we leave for the day?"

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)
The dwarf pulls herself to her feet, Gil was right she should have expected this place to be dangerous, she DID expect this place to be dangerous. She just hadn't expected to bear the brunt of that last attack. "This work?" she asks igniting her hand again in response to the talk of torches.

"Scouting i guess, the people in town didn't know much. Most who have tried to clear the place have died and those that didn't; came back babbling mad men. We need to figure out what we're dealing with," she explains. "Maybe we can find a place we can board up and use as a place to fall back to."

[Celticbear]

I am here on a holy mission of vengeance for all of those the Old Ones cultists have slain. I am their unholy avenger, and I will stop for no man or creature who intends to stop me... and this mission pays well. Hard to find work when you look like a spawn of hell. says Doral in a trumpeting tone at first then a laugh at the end.

I apologize if I came as brooding at first, but I have never seen such teamwork since I spearheaded the charge of paladins against the cultists of Hastur back when I was fourteen. Memories... and speaking of fiendish heritage I have been blessed with nightsight but I lack any investigative skill. If I see anything larger than a breadbox that charges at us from fifty feet away I'll probably see it first.

[JNAProductions]

The corridor continues on. Soon, the webbing comes to an end, and near after, the corridor comes to a fork-left and right.

[Syldar]

I say we go left. Also, do we have some way of marking the way back? This is not a place I would like to get lost in.

[Inspectre]

"Left is jus' as good as right. And sure do - hold this."

Gil grunts, handing off his torch again before tucking his morningstar into his belt.
He then shrugs off his backpack, and produces his deck of cards, a piton, and a small piton hammer.
Pulling the 2 of dragons out of the deck of cards, he pushes the piton through the card, and then hammers the card-skewering piton into the wall.

"There. I can mark nine more hallways like that."

Gil grunts as he shrugs the backpack back on, takes his torch back, transfers it back to his shield hand, and then draws his morningstar again.

"Le's keep goin'.

[JNAProductions]

You all travel down the hall. It slopes down gently, and curves into a spiral. As you go deeper, you hear a few voices. "Yes, yes, yes!"

"No, no no!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Possibly..."

Then, two at once. "Shut up!"

[Syldar]

This promises to be... interesting. Hand me a torch, I'll scout ahead.

[Celticbear]

Be careful. If it doesn't look humanoid run back to us, but if it looks human run faster. I have come to know many otherworldly creatures take on the guise of humans to get their trust just to kill the passerby when their back is turned.

[Syldar]

Gwyn decides to light a torch of her own, and walks down the hall as quietly as she can
[roll0]

[Inspectre]

Gil holds his position halfway down the spiraling hallway, and waits for Gwyn to return.
Or, perhaps more importantly, for shouts of alarm or sounds of fighting in the event that whatever is below notices the torchlight.


Perception: [roll0] (In the event that there's anything of note to hear, such as the aforementioned "hey, somebody with a torch is coming! Let's get 'em!")

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)

Having followed along behind Gil, Anja taps him on the shoulder when they stop and Gwyn sneaks forward. Motioning for his torch again, she takes it from him and searches along the wall for some rocks or a crack in the stone that she could use to prop the torch in place. "We should have done this last time," she notes. "Lessons learned i suppose," she attempts a smile, but she still looks a little unsettled after the encounter with spiders earlier.

Anja will take Gil's torch and look for something she can use to hold it in place against the wall.
If she can't find anything she'll just lean it against the side of the wall.

Investigation: [roll0]

[JNAProductions]

Gwyn sneaks quietly down the spiral, sending light flickering around the curves. The voices grow louder, and she hears a distinct mechanical edge to their voices. "Yes, yes, yes!" one says again.

"No, no, no!"

"Maybe..."

Then, simultaneously, "SHUT UP!"

The creatures saying these words sound to be just around the bend-right by the edge.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"No, no no!"

"Maybe..."

Then, simultaneously, "SHUT UP!"

[roll0]

[Syldar]

Gwyn peeks around the corner, with the torch in the (very likely) event that there's no light.

[roll0]

[JNAProductions]

[roll0]
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Gwyn is attacked by the mechanical constructs that are immediately around the bend, each one ready to strike immediately.

Luckily, her armor protects her, sending most of the jabbing tendrils from them skittering off, but she's near death's door.

Roll Initiative.

[Syldar]

You hear Gwyn shout from down the spiral hall. Help! Mechanical... things! Quickly!

[JNAProductions]

[roll0]
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Mere moments after she yells for help, she is struck down by their whirring tendrils.

Gwyn is slain.

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)

Anja's head spins toward Gywn's screamed warning. "****," she curses grabbing the torch in her shield hand again. That shouldn't be on the ground, she thought when she noticed the flickering light of Gywn's torch on the floor ahead. "Gywn?" she calls out hesitantly igniting her free hand, fearing the worst.

She'll move up staying at least 15ft from where Gywn's torch is and ready an attack to toast anything that's not Gwyn. (I got produce flame all wrong last time, it's an attack roll, not a save as i thought)

Produce Flame @ anything not Gwyn.
Attack: [roll0]
Potential Damage: [roll1] fire damage (i hate cantrips >.<)
Potential Crit: [roll2]

[Inspectre]

Gil is surprised when Anja suddenly runs forward - he had no idea how long Gwyn's scouting ahead was supposed to take, but it didn't seem like that long yet.
Then he heard the faint echo of Gwyn's shout for help.

"Stay behind me Anja!"

Gil admonishes as he runs up in front of the druid again, not wanting a repeat of the spiders. He brandishes his morningstar menacingly, waiting for any potential threat to close in.


Move to just ahead of Anja, ready to smash anything hostile that gets within reach
To-Hit: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[Celticbear]

Doyal curses in a language that doesn't seem to stem from this world and rushes forward wand drawn, ready to fire at any hostile.

Doyal says **** in infernal, then draws his wand and casts witch bolt on anything scary.

To hit: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
Crit: [roll2]

[JNAProductions]

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Yes, yes yes!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The voices all say now. There is also a sort of squelching, grinding noise.

DC 8 Wisdom save or lose [roll0] mental health.

[Syldar]

[roll0], if the dead need to save.
Gwyn's reincarnation is confused as to what the hell happened, before running back into the dungeon so that the others don't suffer her fate.

[Celticbear]

Wisdom save: [roll0]

EDIT: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... ****

[Inspectre]

Wisdom: [roll0]

[JNAProductions]

You see Gwyn's torch slowly flickering dimmer and dimmer. The creatures continue their gleeful cries.

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)

When neither Gwyn or whatever had been making the noises present themselves Anja slows and lets Gil pass. She wasn't thinking rushing off like that, it could have been an ambush. "Ah!" she yells pointing toward the dimming torch ahead. Holding Gil's torch up high, her hand also still wreathed in flame, she prepares to light the way for Gil as he advances with the rest of them behind.

[Inspectre]

From the wet tearing sounds ahead, it seems doubtful that this would be a rescue.
But perhaps they would still be able to avenge.

Gil was not a complete stranger to death - occasionally there was a group of bandits or a dangerous wild animal that got too close to town, and even more occasionally someone died in the process of removing it. But this . . . whatever desecration these things ahead were doing - that was something else.
And it was something that had to be stopped, and removed from the face of the earth.

But even in his rage, Gil clung stubbornly to his training.
One problem at a time - he could try to come to terms with this insanity after the threat was gone.

"Keep advancing. Don't get closer than you need to. Stay in formation!"

Gil barks as he advances slowly, keeping pace with the movement of the torchlight from Anja's hand.
When these foul creatures responsible come into sight, Gil hangs back, preferring to stand his ground out of reach if possible, and use the hallway's more narrow dimensions to funnel them in, rather than running out to meet them and get surrounded.


Move - Moving to keep pace with Anja's advance, staying just a short distance in front of her (about halfway between her and the edge of the light. Stopping when these monsters come into view at the edge of the torchlight.
Standard - Taking Dodge/Total Defense this round

[JNAProductions]

Gil is the first to see them-four humanoid beings, standing about 5' tall, with tendrils coming from their backs. Long, thin tendrils, razor sharp, digging into Gwyn's corpse. They seem preoccupied doing... Something, with her body. You can see criss-crosses of razor thin bloody lines on her skin, as well as several larger puncture wounds.

In addition, at the far end of the room, faintly visible, is a large, ornate door.

Upon seeing Gwyn's body and the creatures, make a DC 14 Composure save. Failure will result in [roll0] damage to your mental health.

[Inspectre]

Composure: [roll0]

[Inspectre]

(Gil is now at 1 MH)

Upon seeing the desecration done to Gwyn's body, Gil goes berserk, all thought of rationally approaching this confrontation out the window.

"You vulgar bastards! DIE!"

He screams, blindly charging the abominations.


Let me know if I should roll an attack, roll initiative, or what. Basically instead of playing it safe Gil is now going full-on offense.

[JNAProductions]

Because they're busy nomming Gwyn's corpse, you effectively get the init. So it'll be your guy's go, then their's.

[Inspectre]

*Incoherent screams of outrage*


Move - Move up to the nearest abomination
Standard - Morningstar whatever passes for its face in
To-Hit: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[JNAProductions]

It lets out a shriek, flying back a foot as it staggers, holding its face. It looks heavily wounded. The other three look at their new guests, shouting "NO NO NO!"

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)

Anja's faces screws up into a look of intense confusion and disgust as her mind furiously tried to work out what she was seeing in front of her, and what they were doing to Gwyn.

"How's that a formation?!" she yells at Gil's back as he rushes off and she quickly follows after him. Dropping the spell from her hand she reaches for her quarterstaff enchanting it before pulling it free. They needed to stop this!

Mental Health (Composure Save): [roll0] vs DC 14
Anja is at (-6) Mental Health!!!!

Anja will hurry after Gil letting her flaming hand fade and enchanting her staff, then she'll go after the some one Gil attacked.
Bonus: Shillelagh
Action: Quarterstaff @ Octocreep
Attack: [roll1]
Damage: [roll2] magical bludgeoning
Actuall Crit: [roll3] <---

[JNAProductions]

I'm going to let you cleave through, thanks to that crit. Since you did enough damage to KO the one Gil attacked, and another besides.

Anja's enchanted quarterstaff runs through the injured one, sending it flying into a second one. She drives her quarterstaff home on the two, knocking to the ground, leaking... Something.

[Celticbear]

[roll0]
EDIT: Doyal is at -1 mental health. S**t.
It's time to draw the big guns, NOTQHKOFJS! says Doyal as a larger bolt of crackling energy lances towards one of the tentacled abomination.

Casting witch bolt on one of the telatubbies after I get into twenty-five feet of one.
To hit:[roll1] EDIT: Forgot to add six to to this for my attack bonus so just treat this like an 18.
Damage [roll2]

[JNAProductions]

One of the last two remaining mechanoid creatures falls, electricity crackling through its body. The one remaining one looks panicked and ready to flee.

[Inspectre]

"DIE! DIE! DIE!"

Gil shrieks at the last one in a mimicry of the things' earlier cries.
He ignores Anja's admonishment of breaking ranks, his world having shrunk down to the single point of the last remaining monstrosity.

At no point does he attempt communication or mercy - these things had made their bed.
Now they could die in it.


If it stays and fights, Gil attacks it. If it runs, he will attempt to run it down unless it manages to flee all the way into the darkness.

To-Hit: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[JNAProductions]

The last thing takes a nasty hit, and attempts to flee, moving with surprising grace. It disengages and retreats towards the door, grasping the handle, but lets out a hiss of pain as the door glows brightly, and when it withdraws its hand, it has clearly been burned.

Disengage, head towards the far end of the room. Attempt to open door, take [roll0] damage.

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)

Anja ***** her head listening to Gil and a yelp of a laugh escapes her mouth unexpectedly, startling her to an abrupt stop.

The creature failing to get through the door bring her back to the moment as a grin spreads across her face and she almost skips across the intervening ground, lazily waving her enchanted staff before swinging it towards the creature.

If she were saner, she'd probably try knock the thing out since it seems somewhat intelligent, but she's not.

Action: Quarterstaff @ Octocreep
Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]magical bludgeoning
Possible Crit: [roll2]

[JNAProductions]

The creature darts out of the way, avoiding the blow.

[Celticbear]

Die! yells Doyal.

Casting witch bolt.
To hit: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[JNAProductions]

The creature, in a spastic panic, manages to avoid the bolt of electric force.

"Please!" it cries out. "Let me live!"

[Celticbear]

Swear away the Old Ones, and I shall try and convince this band to spare you! proclaims Doyal as a nimbus of crackling energy enraptures him.

Readying to cast witch bolt if the creature makes any hostile moves.

[JNAProductions]

"I swear! I swear!"

[Inspectre]

Caught in a haze of vengeful fury, Gil doesn't even hear the exchange between Doyal and the foul creature.
He only knows that it still lives, and he has no interest in seeing that continue.


Continuing the assault!
To-Hit: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[JNAProductions]

The creature dies, reduced to a pile of rubble.

The room is now somewhat well-lit, as you hear the sounds of Gwyn's successor approaching. You see an ornate door in front of you-marble, inlaid with gold filigree.

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)

As Gil delivers the final blow to the creatures Anja takes another glance at Gwyn's dead body and promptly throws up all over the floor. "Ungh," she looks disgusted, wiping her mouth with her forearm.

"What were those? They were speaking? Why did they do this?" she wonders aloud as she steels herself to approach the dead body. She'd seen dead animals before, even a goblin or two, but she'd never had to deal with the body of someone she knew. "Do we leave it here? Or should we go back? Bury it? Burn it? What do tieflings do with their dead?"

[Inspectre]

Even as the creature collapses into what passes for a bloody heap among its kind, Gil delivers another blow to it. And another.
The irony of the act, obliterating the thing's corpse in almost a similar manner as it did to Gwyn's, it lost in the bloody-minded haze around him.
A haze that finally begins to lift as he staggers away from what little remains now of the creature, breathing heavily.

"We bury the lass. Outside, somewhere peaceful, away from all . . . this."

Gil pants, flicking what he can of the creatures' blood off of his morningstar before tucking it into his belt - he'd have to give it a thorough cleaning tonight.
He puts his shield away as well, leaving his hands free as he goes back over to Gwyn's body.
He doesn't want to look at her body again, but forces himself - just long enough to determine whether she'll fall to pieces when he tries to pick her - it, up to carry out of here.

Then he hears the sound of approaching footsteps on the stairs.

"If anymore of you freaks are coming, we killed your friends! Step into our torchlight and you'll suffer the same!"

He shouts up the stairs at whatever is coming, cursing to himself as he started unslung his shield from his back and started reattaching it to his arm.
Doesn't seem like there's even a moment's rest in this damned place.

[Syldar]

Don't attack! Gwyn shouts as she slowly walks into the room, keeping her eyes away from what's left of her former body. Burn it. I don't want any trace left of what those things did to me... and no, this is me. You aren't going nuts. This place has some kind of dark magic about it. I don't know why I'm back, but I am.

[Celticbear]

Obliging the newcomer, Doyal lets loose a small spark from his wand, igniting the corpse, and says, Even if Death is but an inconvience in this place, we must be careful. I've seen worse outcomes than Death.

[Celticbear]

What do tieflings do with their dead?"


Since our bodies are resistant to fire, and no common townsfolk would have those with demon blood in their cemeteries, Tieflings are usually hanged from some sort of wooden apparatus and have their remains eaten by various carrion craving vermin. says Doyal. After seeing the horror struck looks in the room, Doyal replies with, She asked!

[JNAProductions]

The door awaits. Though there was a fork in the passageway earlier you could return to.

What will you do?

[Syldar]

Gwyn listens at the door.
[roll0]

[JNAProductions]

Inside, church bells ring melodiously.

[Celticbear]

Doyal readies his wand for another confrontation.

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)

"Careful!" Anja warns the new Gywn as she gets close to the door. "It seemed to burn these things when it tried to touch the handle."

Walking over to the dead body, Anja takes a moment to examine it before grabbing it by a leg and dragging across the ground to the door. "I think it might be magic," she says shoving the limp body of the creature against the door. Regardless of the effect the door has on the body, she'll reach out hesitantly and touch the door as well, ready to jerk her hand back in a hurry if something happened.

Examining the body. What are these things? What were these things? What happened to them?
Nature: [roll]1d20+3

[JNAProductions]

They are not natural. That's all you know. Arcana would be a better check.

[Syldar]

I hear... church bells. Maybe this is holy. More likely though, it's just as unnatural as the rest of this place.

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)
"I think you're right," Anja agrees showing off the burned skin(?) of the creature and her unharmed hand. "These must be some kind of demon or devil or something then if it hurts them," she says to Gwyn letting the creatures leg fall limply to the ground as she stares. The same clothes, hair, skin and everything, she shudders glancing back at the body next to Gil.

[Inspectre]

Gil simply stares at the figure coming down the steps.
It couldn't be - but it was!
A more practiced and paranoid adventurer might think it was some sort of monster merely pretending to be Gwyn, but in his inexperience the thought never crossed Gil's mind.

"Gwyn!"

He leaps at the scout, and if she is not quick on her feet indeed, she soon finds herself getting crushed in a bear hug by the old guardsman.

"Some sort of magic brought you back, eh? Huh, wouldn't have expected such generosity of this place."

Gil grunts, releasing Gwyn after a moment as he returns back to business.

He reattaches his shield onto his arm, but keeps his morningstar tucked into his belt for now.

"Well, shall we see what's beyond this door, since it's not going to hurt us?"

And then unless anyone gives him good reason not to, Gil opens the door.

[Celticbear]

Couldn't be the Mi-Go, they don't play music. Couldn't be the deep ones, their music shrills the ears. It might be hog men they have war chanters, but it would be drums not bells. Doyal continues to name off different creatures and pushing them aside due to discrepancies. He then looks up and readies his wand again.

[JNAProductions]

The door opens.

Church bells ring melodiously.

Inside is a well-maintained church area-there are pews of granite, with marble pillars holding up the room, An altar is at the front of the room, covered in fine white cloth. The entire room is softly lit by candles that flicker on as soon as the door is opened. Behind the altar are a few beds.

The entire place seems... Restful. Safe.

Your initial response doesn't seem to be wrong. It really does feel safe.

Yeah. Nothing feels wrong about this place-it legitimately feels like a holy ground inside this evil place.

You could probably rest all day and no one would bother you, except maybe your companions.

This is a nice place.

[Syldar]

[roll0]
Let's see how "holy" this place really is...
EDIT: Ok, that's just taunting us.
EDIT: Hm... Surprisingly, this place doesn't seem evil. We should still be cautious, though. Before we think about resting, we should look around.

[JNAProductions]

A search of the room reveals a small cupboard in the back, filled with simple fare. Some plain bread, some dried meats and fruits-nothing too tasty (or horrid, for that matter) but filling, at least, if you choose to eat it.

[Celticbear]

I do need to rest my head, love of the unnamed one it hurts, but your right. I think we should put up a watch... without Gwyn. Not that I'm not happy your back, but I believe all of us will sleep better without the dead watching us. says Doyal, still holding his wand just in case.

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)
"Sleep!?" Anja bursts out. "I'm not sleeping in this hell hole, I don't even think i *could* sleep in here besides, did you not sleep last night? This place kinda of feels safe, and it did ward off those things outside, but still..." she shakes her head before taking a drink from her waterskin.

After a moments rest she gets up and begins to walk around the room looking for another exit. "Are you actually hurt Doyal?" she asks remembering what he'd said. "I have some healing, though i only thought Gywn," she looks at the new Gwyn with a grimace. "Only she got hit by those things? Gil what about you?"

Looking around for another exit. Or are we at a dead end?
Perception: [roll0]
Investigation: [roll1]

[Syldar]

I don't blame you, Doyal. If it was one of you that died, I don't think I would trust a convenient identical replacement either. I just wish we made some kind of code word or something beforehand just in case something like this happened. But anyway, I looked around and can't find anything suspicious, so we can probably rest. You all look like you need sleep, Anja especially.

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)
"Me? Nope, no way. Not in here," Anja says waving away the suggestion. "Besides, i find things trying to kill me quite invigorating. And it's only been a couple of hours since i woke up," she says eyeing the new Gywn suspiciously. Was she trying to get them all to sleep so she could do evil magic on them all while they were defenseless? No, Anja wasn't going to sleep any time soon and especially not unless someone that wasn't Gywn was awake to keep watch when she did eventually succumb to weariness. Whatever magic was at work here, she didn't trust it.

[Inspectre]

"We're not that far away from town, and nice as this place is, I don't think we're that desperate yet."

Gil offers, attempting to placate Anja while also examining Gwyn in a new light.

"We should either go back to town or check out that other passageway."

[Syldar]

I was going to suggest that Doyal take first watch. I know you don't trust me, I wouldn't either. Is there any way I can prove myself, or are we just going to be paranoid this whole time? Well, more paranoid than we already were.

EDIT:...or we could return to town. Honestly, that makes much more sense. Though I see no reason not to check that other path, considering I was the only one hurt in the last fight, and we know how that turned out. We might want to rest for an hour or so first, let Doyal get his magic back.

[JNAProductions]

There is, in fact, a door. It's flush with the wall, and hard to see (and, examination of the first door shows that it's similar in construction) as it's the same color, but seems harmless enough.

[Celticbear]

"Are you actually hurt Doyal?"

Mot physically, but I believe this place is having an effect on my mind.

I was referring to my being at -1 mental health, and I meant sleep in the future. Doyal can last a few more combats.

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)
"There's a door back here," Anja calls out when she spots the door.

[Syldar]

Let me see if I can hear anything... Gwyn listens at the door.
[roll0]

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)

"I think we should leave it," Anja whispers to Gwyn not wanting to interfere with her listening too much. "I mean, it burns them to touch the door. If we leave it shut they can't get through right?"

[Inspectre]

"Let's go see what the other hallway holds, and then retreat back to town."

[JNAProductions]

Nothing. No sounds.

[Syldar]

Nothing. You know, despite her decaying mental state, Anja might be right. If we leave the door shut, then maybe nothing can follow us. I was planning on the other hall before we spotted this door anyway. Take the lead, Gil.

[Inspectre]

Gil lights a fresh torch off of the one that Anja was holding on to, and then leads the way back out of the shrine, to the intersection, and then forward down whatever awaited them at the end of this corridor.

[JNAProductions]

As you travel down the hall, you start to hear a squeaking noise-many squeaking noises, in fact.

There are small holes in the walls.

[Syldar]

[roll0]
Rodents of unusual size? I don't think they exist.

[Inspectre]

Gil tilts his head as the sound of squeaking reaches his ears - was he causing that?


[roll0]

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)
"Rats?" Anja wonders aloud at the noise. She then puts a hand on Gil's shoulder to stop him and creeps closer to the holes in the walls she spotted. Illuminating them with the torch she tries to make sure they were the work of simple rodents and not some trap about the skewer them.

Passive Perception of 15.

Also checking the holes for possibility of a trap?
Investigation: [roll0]

[JNAProductions]

They seem to be simple ratholes. Anja can hear a squeaking from deeper inside the walls.

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)

Anja creeps back to the others. "Yep rats, sounds like a lot of them too. They're in the walls. THEY'RE IN THE WALLS!" she informs the others calmly before suddenly looking panic stricken and grabbing on to Doyal's arm. The moment is only passing however and she quickly lets go and takes a step back somewhat startled by herself. "They're in the walls," she says clearly once more looking at the ground uncomfortably.

[Syldar]

...OK, Anja. Rats in the walls. I'd keep an eye on these holes. There may be more to them than ordinary rats.

[Inspectre]

Gil was more perturbed by Anja's ranting than the fact that there were rats here.
Gil wasn't scared of rats, and while he imagined something like dire rats could be more formidable, he had only seen such a thing once.
A traveling taxidermist specializing in monsters had passed through the village one year, bringing with him samples of his work, which could be viewed for a few coppers.
Unfortunately, his display of the dreaded Two-headed DOOMRat turned out to be nothing more than a normal dire rat with a second head sewed onto it, so perhaps he wasn't so skilled of a taxidermist, nor one that handled real monsters after all.

In any event, Gil was not concerned about a bunch of rats, and so advanced down the hallway without fear, torch held high.

[Celticbear]

Doyal was shocked at the sudden contact, never having been touched before other than commoners stoning him or creatures trying to claw him to death.
They're... they are only rats, Anja. They are tiny mammals that can do no harm to you. Everything is, well everything is never okay in here, but on rat related matters everything is fine.
Doyal's checks suddenly turn more red than usual.
Please don't touch me. I find that uncomfortable. Not that I don't like you, it's just with my history... we should move on.

[JNAProductions]

There's a pressure plate on the floor, stretching across the entire hall. It's about three feet long-easy enough to jump over. Unfortunately, you saw it too late to warn the frontmost person, and they need to make a DC 15 Dexterity save to avoid stepping on it.

You spot the pressure plate early enough to warn your friends.

[Syldar]

[roll0]
This won't end well.
EDIT: Stop! Gwyn shouts, just before Gil steps on the pressure plate.

[Inspectre]

Gil stops, his foot frozen in mid-air. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he guessed if Gwyn told him to stop, he should probably stop immediately.

"What's wrong?"

He asked, struggling to keep a note of panic out of his voice.
This dark hole filled with death was starting to fray even his nerves.

[JNAProductions]

Rolling for you since I don't think you KNOW you need to roll it.

[roll0]

Gil just barely manages to keep his balance, not quite touching the ground with his frontmost foot.

[Syldar]

Gil, don't finish that step. There's a pressure plate just below your foot.
Might as well post something. The whole "waiting on people to post" thing is how these things die, after all.

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)
Anja automatically reaches out to grab Gil's pack and pull him back a few steps. "Where?" she asks spinning to Gwyn.

"How big is it? Can you see?"

Stepping to the side so Gywn could approach Anja begins looking around at the walls and ceilings, searching in a near panic for whatever might have been ready to be sprung on them.

Looking around for swinging blades, rolling boulders and the like.
Perception: [roll0]

Also supposing Gywn points it out to us, how big is the pressure plate? Are we able to step around it?

[JNAProductions]

With the pressure plate pointed out, it's not too difficult to see that it's about 3' long, and stretches the width of the hall. It'll be simple to jump over, or even just take a large step.

No cuts for blades, no holes for boulders. Just innumerable small holes, with the incessant chittering and squeaking of the rats behind them.

[Inspectre]

"Les just move on right now, figure this out later."

Gil grunts, spiking another piton, this time into the floor a foot or so before the trap pressure plate, in the hopes of marking it for the way back.
Then he carefully picks his torch back up, steps over the pressure plate, and continues on down the hallway.

[Celticbear]

Doyal follows in silence.

[Syldar]

Gwyn follows, not letting her guard down.

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)
Anja's the last to cross, still looking around vainly in search of whatever the plate might have set off. She'd been ready to dismiss the holes in the wall as nothing more than the workings of the rats she heard earlier, but now she wasn't so certain and she eyed them nervously before leaping over the trap and hurrying after the other to take her spot behind Gil again.

"Maybe the rats were charmed? Trapped by magic into guarding that part of the tunnel? If we come back tomorrow i'll try asking them i think," she mutters aloud to herself distractedly as she walks. Ever since Gwyn noticed the trap she'd been holding her torch as high as she could and was constantly scanning the ceiling for one of the swinging blades she was near certain was just around the next corner. Or maybe the next one. But they were definitely there, waiting patiently, she was sure of it and so she kept her eyes peeled as they marched into the darkness, ready to cry warning even while diving out of way.

Anja is paranoid now, she'll be keeping a watch on the upper portion of the corridor/tunnel. Just passive perception i guess since it's like a constant thing.

[JNAProductions]

Gain 50 XP each for making it past the rat halls.

After about 60 more feet of travel, the ratholes begin to stop appearing so much, and soon the walls are smooth again.

You come to a three-way fork in the corridor-to the left, the sound of rushing water. To the right, a sickly-sweet scent. And in the middle, nothing of note.

[Inspectre]

Gil looks at the three-way split and shrugs as he stops to dig another piton and his hammer out of his pack.

"I say we jus' keep goin' left. Worked out for us last time."

Gil grunts, shooting a look over at Gwyn.

"This time we stay together though."

[Celticbear]

Agreed, I do not like the smell of the right. It fills me with this urge to butter pancakes for some reason. Or is it nutmeg that I'll use? Maybe some vanilla pudding? says Doyal, after about another half a minute he lists various pancake garments until his eyes widen in fear. He covers his head with his clawed hands rocking back and forth
Stop... playing... these... insidious... mind GAMES! CURSE YOUR HALLS YOU LIVING FIEND! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
Sparkling electricity buzzes around him, and then it fades.
This place has a creeping darkness to it. It plays with my head as it were a cat swiping at a mouse. I believe I am fine for now.

Just role-playing my negative mental state.

[Syldar]

Yes, poor decisions were made during the last scouting expedition. Next time, I will avoid looking around ominous corners. As for these paths, I would say left as well. Of total silence, sickly sweetness, and running water, I would lean towards the water. Seems least likely to destroy us physically or mentally.

[JNAProductions]

The party sets off down the left path. It descends, at first gently, then more steeply, until it arrives at a rushing river, running the same direction as the passageway, and coming from below the floor.

[Inspectre]

"Yah, no, nothing to see here. I ain't going for a swim, not in this armor."

Gil grunts, keeping a wary eye on the river as he glances over his shoulder at the back of the formation.

"Turn around and let's go back to that middle one."

[Celticbear]

Doyal follows Gil in silence.

[Syldar]

Ominous silence it is. Gwyn follows Gil back up the passage.

[JNAProductions]

As you head down the middle passageway, about 20' in, all sound stops. Your footsteps no longer make noise, your breathing is silenced, and any other small noises simply cease.

In addition, as you go down, it opens up into a wide room, the walls curving in slightly, and larger than can be properly illuminated by your torches.

[Celticbear]

I was afraid of this. I knew it might happen, but I had hoped I'd have more time to prepare. says Doyal as his eyes start to shift in color.

Using Doyal's Tiefling darkvision.

[JNAProductions]

Please put all words in spoilers. No one else can hear them.

The room is about 60' wide at its widest part, and is almost a perfect circle. Doyal can see things flickering in the corners of his vision-though whether they're truly there is something he doesn't know.

There is a slightly raised section in the middle of the room, about 10' wide.

Make a Composure save, DC 10, or take [roll0] Mental Health damage from the shadows and hallucinations.

[Celticbear]

Whoops, sorry I forgot about the zone of silence deal.
Role: [roll0]
EDIT: Yes! Right on the nose!

[Syldar]

Gwyn taps Doyal on the shoulder. When he turns to look, she points at him, then at her eyes, then at the darkness.

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)
Ever since the sound had stopped Anja had been feeling uneasy. No sound wasn't natural, neither was this entire place, but she was still fairly certain that this was even less natural than that. Noticing the wall receding on either side of them, she reaches out and tugs on Gil's pack, pointing at the walls they were losing. Once she'd got him stopped so he wouldn't walk off unknowingly, she motions towards the left wall and begins to head off in that direction, hoping he'd understand she wanted to follow the wall instead of walking out into nothingness.

[Inspectre]

Gil opens his mouth experimentally, trying to speak and finding himself unable to even heard himself. This was weird.
But he had an idea about how to handle it.

Digging through his pack, Gil pulls out his 50' coil of rope, and quickly ties one end of it around his waist.
He then hands the rope to Anja and pantomimes tying in around her waist, and then points at gwyn, and finally Doyal.

Once everyone is tied together, Gil takes up his morningstar, shield, and torch again and leads the way around the outside of the room as Anja suggests before debating the merits of going into the dark center.

[Celticbear]

Sorry I haven't posted in awhile, work kept me busy.
Also, part of being a Warlock and making a pact of with the Old Ones is telepathy. The ability is called awakened mind, and it gives me telepathy 30 ft around (and I don't need to share a language to converse with the being). If you're bringing the ban-hammer on this ability I'm putting my next words in spoilers. Otherwise, I'd like to know if I can speak freely with party members at this time
You hear a voice in your head that says, Do not be afraid! I am speaking in Your mind, or I am trying to. There might be interference. I won't know until now. Think, don't say, your response.

[JNAProductions]

Awakened Mind works fine.

[Syldar]

I'm putting Gwyn's response in spoilers, since she's not telepathic as well.
Well, this makes things simpler. What do you see in the darkness? And give me a thumbs up, so I know I'm talking to you.

[Celticbear]

Doyal puts his thumb up and looks at Gwyn.

The room is a circle, I'd say sixty feet wide, with a raised platform in the middle. I didn't see any abominations,
but they could be hiding. think-speaks Doyal.

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)
Anja turns wide eyes to Doyal as his voice sounds in her head and her mouth starts moving speaking words that failed to sound in the eerie silence of the room. She shakes her head at her stupidity realising what he'd said to her. Think Anja! Think! she tells herself and consequently Doyal at the same time. I don't like this place, this silence. There could be an army waiting in the darkness banging their shields and we'd never know, she thinks to him looking warily out into the darkness.

[Celticbear]

There isn't, I can see in this darkness and I do not see anything other than a circular room with a raised dius in the center.

[Syldar]

Alright, let's stay away from the platform. Circling around the wall seems to be a good idea, and the others seem to think so as well.

[JNAProductions]

Lot of talking, not much doing. So... I have nothing really to say. Just letting you know, yes, the DM is here, and waiting for action to be taken.

[Inspectre]

Gil reacts in panicked shock when he suddenly hears Doyal's voice (or rather, thinks he does) after the stifling silent darkness.
But once he realizes that it's just Doyal, he relaxes somewhat.
And despite Doyal's directions, he still mouths the words as he tries to think a message back.

[spoiler=Doyal]
"Eh, w-what's all this? How you doing this?" And then, after Gil has had another few moments to calm down. "You need to get yourself roped in, along with the others. That'll make sure we stay together even if we can't hear or see each other. We're going to go around the outside of the room first, see if there's a way out of here."

Once the group is ready to move on again and is roped together, Gil leads the way around the outside of the room unless someone (like Doyal) communicates to him a better plan.

[Celticbear]

Doyal ropes himself in with the rest.

My past is dark, and full of things that would... cause unease. What matters is that i turn these powers towards the eradication of their source.

[JNAProductions]

The group travels along the outside of the room. Just barely visible at the edge of their torchlight is the raised section in the middle. As they travel deeper within the room, it moves, subtly but surely.

[Syldar]

Gwyn watches it intently, her bow ready.
Keep an eye on that... whatever it is. Shoot it if it gets too close.

[JNAProductions]

Click...

Clack...

Click...

Clack...

Sounds echo throughout the room. The torches no longer light up the raised section in the center.

[Celticbear]

I'm going to regret asking this, but Darkvision?

[JNAProductions]

The center of the room has changed-it's pitch black, even to your Darkvision. The brief instant you activate your senses lets you take this in without seeing too much... Other.

[Celticbear]

Sending a mass broadcast to my friends, and only my friends, with awakened mind.

Something's wrong. My vision of the room has become clouded. We must be ready for anything to come out of this blackness.

[Syldar]

Gwyn has her bow ready, and prepares to shoot anything that steps out of the dark.

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)
The sense of dread that had been growing in the pit of Anja's stomach ever since they had entered the silent hallway solidifies into a heavy ball of lead in a instant as she turns towards the center of the room with wide eyes after hearing Doyal's words. No, no, no! We're going to die, we need to run! she panics pulling the rope tying her to the others tight as she scurries back and presses her back to the safety the solid rock the wall presented.

All my magics wont work in this silence! I wont be able to heal ANYONE! We need to run! she continues to bombard Doyal's mind with her terror driven thoughts.

[Celticbear]

Doyal stares at Anja with a perfect coldness in his eyes.
Be calm. Everything is alright. You will not die. My magics will protect you. Yo are among friends. Be calm. Be still. Rest easy now.
Persuasion to calm Anja before the battle. Plus, I don't want her thoughts mucking up my spellcasting. Also, can I use telepathy as a somatic component? It is technically a language.
[roll0]
EDIT: Whoops. I made things worse. The ominous tiefling warlock tries to calm the emotions of a deprived mentally ill person. I just said that out loud, and this plan was doomed from the start.

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)
Shaking her head to Doyal's words, Anja tries to edge back towards the entrance but is held fast by the rope attaching her to Gil in the front. She fumbles with the knot at her waist for a moment before giving up realising that it wasn't something she couldn't undo without first untying the other ends attached to everyone else.

We need to distract it, scare it off! Something! her mind races and she shoves a fist into her pack pulling free one of the prepackaged parcels of food she'd brought. Breaking the parcel in half she hurls one towards the inky blankness hoping that the dried fish would take it's attention.

[Syldar]

Gwyn glares at Anja.
Doyal. Tell her not to do that again.

[Celticbear]

Please don't feed the monsters. We need that food as much, if not more than they do. Throw a stick instead. Or a pancake.

After the think speech, Doyal slaps his head, and punches it a few times.

[Inspectre]

Gil thinks quickly back to Doyal.


"Alright, we'll give it a minute to see if anything comes out, but if nothing does we're getting out of here, back the way we came. Tell the others if you can."

[Celticbear]

Mass think speech to just the party again.

Gil says that we wait for about a minute, then we go back out the way we came if nothing happens.

[JNAProductions]

[roll0]

Rolling for a thing.

Something leaves the darkness, and circles around towards the rear of the party.

[Syldar]

[roll0]
Oh crap...

EDIT: It's circling behind us!
Gwyn quickly turns to face the back of the group, notching an arrow.

[Celticbear]

Doyal readies his wand, ready to kill.

Perception! [roll0]
EDIT: That was expected.

[Inspectre]

Perception: [roll0]


Gil stands ready, oblivious to the oncoming danger.

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)
Spinning to face the direction Gwyn turned, Anja rips free her quarterstaff and holds it before her defensively as she looks for what she had seen.

Seeing if i can see it too *gulp*
Perception: [roll0]

[JNAProductions]

I can see you... You all look so... Delicious... a voice says, raspy and dry, but seemingly slick.

[Celticbear]

I search the area with my telepathy, if i sense any intelligence's within 30 feet, let me know. Also, this is a mass mind-speech to anyone in range.

Reveal thyself!

[JNAProductions]

Telepathy does not work like that. You need to know where they are and direct a thought to them-you CANNOT sense every intelligence within your range. That'd completely feth over stealth.

You can, though, direct a broad-wave thought, so it can almost certainly hear you.

Come find me, morsels.

[Celticbear]

I cast true strike on Gil's weapon of choice.

This will help you.

[Syldar]

Ignore it. Keep circling, and just make sure you keep looking around. If you see it, kill it. Otherwise, keep walking. Notify the others.

[Inspectre]

Gil starts the line moving again around the outer edge of the room, morningstar held at the ready.
Meanwhile, since that seems to be the thing to do, he tries to send thoughts at the darkness.


(Considering Gil has no telepathy of his own, this probably won't work, but Gil doesn't know that!)
""We don't want any trouble, mister. And I'm rather old and tough - wouldn't make a good meal. How about we just go on our way, and you go back to doing whatever it was you were doing, and we call it a day?"

[JNAProductions]

Coming towards me, are you? Good meal.

[Celticbear]

I've killed worse abominations than you, foul creature. Hide, or you will be found. The light will reach all, and it shall burn you away if it does. Skulk and leave us alone.

Intimidate: [roll0]

[JNAProductions]

Check: [roll0]

No response.

[Celticbear]

Doyal starts to move forward, holding the belief that he scared the s**t out of the puny eldritch horror.

[JNAProductions]

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]

Edit: Sorry, halve that damage. I'm looking at the full CR statblock, but that'd be mean for you guys, so I'm cutting the damage.

So 11 damage.

A spectral claw shoots up from the floor, slashing into Doyal.

[Celticbear]

Death save [roll0]
EDIT: Wow. there are no words to describe this.

Doyal collapses on the floor, bleeding.

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)
"No!" Anja attempts to yell aloud as Doyal is knocked from his feet by what she could only assume was a spell. The fact that her shout hadn't made any sound left her fustrated that she couldn't use any of her own spells to save Doyal, then she remembered the gift she'd been given before the day before by the townsfolk. Beating a hand against her forehead she slides to her knees next to the limp form and rips open the pack of medicine, salves and bandages getting to work treating the worst of Doyal's wounds. WE NEED TO RUN! she screams in her head forgetting that it was Doyal that had been communicating to them like this and with him out they were effectively mute once again.

Going to use a charge of the healer's kit to stabilize Doyal. If she can throw him over her shoulder in the same round she'll do so, or i suppose since he's still tied to all of us we could just run and he'd be dragged along between us.

[JNAProductions]

Anja stabilizes Doyal, and manages to sling him over her broad, dwarven shoulders. You all hear Ha! Not so dangerous now, are you, little telepath?

[Celticbear]

Every finger except the middle one clenches in Doyal's right hand for some reason :smallamused::smallamused::smallamused:

[Syldar]

Gwyn motions for the party to run back to the entrance, and starts moving as soon as they do, keeping an eye on the floor.

[Inspectre]

Gil decides that Doyal being knocked over and possibly killed outright was as good of a signal as any that it was time to leave.
But it seemed unlikely that this thing was going to just let them flee - they'd need a distraction.

Gil points at both Anja and Gywn with his morningstar, and then points back in the direction that they had came.
Then he uses his torch to burn through the rope connecting him to the others, and charges into the darkness between them and the exit.


"You want dinner you git? Well come on, I've got your dinner right here."

[JNAProductions]

Leaping from the ground below, a creature made of nightmarish shadows emerges. It recoils slightly at the light, but moves to strike Gil.

[roll0]
[roll1]

Getting the damage right this time.

Also, everyone make a Composure save. Since this is not entirely unexpected and the light seems to be detrimental to it, it'll be made with advantage, at DC 13. Failure will do [roll2] Mental Health damage.

[Celticbear]

Also, everyone make a Composure save. Since this is not entirely unexpected and the light seems to be detrimental to it, it'll be made with advantage, at DC 13. Failure will do [roll2] Mental Health damage.

I'm unconscious, do I still have to make the save?

[JNAProductions]

You do not. You don't see jack.

[Inspectre]

Gil takes a swing at the monstrous creature, almost more out of reflex than a concerted effort to harm it.
Could such a beast even be harmed by his weapon?


Composure Save: [roll0]
Advantage Save: [roll1]

Gil is going to take a swing at it, out of panic if nothing else.
If he still has that True Strike running even though Doyal is unconscious (does it last Concentration or Concentration + 1 Round? The description for it feels a little vague on that).
To-Hit: [roll2]
Advantage To-Hit: [roll3]
Damage: [roll4]

[JNAProductions]

The hit seems to slice through it, tearing away a small chunk of its incorporeal flesh.

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)

Anja sends a worried look Gil's way as he cuts himself free, but she doesn't stop running as best she could with Doyal's body hung over one shoulder and the torch gripped tightly in her hand providing her and Gywn some shaky light as they put some distance between themselves and the spirit.

Just keep running, just keep running...

Composure: [roll0] PHEW!
Advantage: [roll1]

[Celticbear]

anJa KinDa whuuu mumbles Doyal.

Just posting deliriousness. Kinda boring being unconscious :smallsigh::smallsigh::smallsigh:

[Syldar]

Gwyn runs back to the entrance, not trusting herself to take a shot at the thing.
[roll0]
[roll1]

[JNAProductions]

Gwyn (and anyone else besides Gil who runs for it) makes it out of the room, able to hear themselves breathe again.

Who's holding the torch? Because if it's not Gil...

[Celticbear]

Foul creature, you'll pay for that! Oh, and thank you Anja yells Doyal as he gets up and draws his wand forth as familiar crackling red energy starts to fly towards the creature.

A few factors to consider before I role.
Factor 1: Videkus said he'd stuff my character full of hp restoring good-berries, so I'm assuming he's done that.
Factor 2: This creature has revealed itself, so if we had a torch there, we'd see it fine enough
Factor 3: I don't need a torch, activating darkvision.
Witch Bolt "To Hit": [roll0]
Witch Bolt "Damage": [roll1]
Witch Bolt "Critical if needed":[roll2]
Composure for darkvision[roll3]
EDIT: Wow that plan went wrong in so many ways.

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)

A little before Celticbear's post...
"At last!" Anja exclaims when sound comes flooding back and she can hear her own panting. The warlock didn't weigh that much, but running with any sort of weight like that was tiring business! Now to fixing him, she thinks to herself flipping open the component pouch at her waist and quickly selecting a sprig of mistletoe. Chanting (yes noise!) she infuses the sprig with magic causing 10 little berries to appear, grow and plop free from the sprig in only a few seconds. Tucking the sprig back in her pouch she prys open Doyal's mouth and shoves them into his mouth, crushing them against his teeth and gums with a dirty finger.


Once he's awake...
"Gil's still in there! We can't just leave him," she turns to the others pleadingly.

Gil has one torch, Anja has the other.

Anja will cast Goodberry and force Doyal to swallow the berries.

I'm not sure how far away from the battle we are, or how many rounds have gone by. But if we're just acting in a somewhat quasi initiative at the moment Anja would use her last spell slot to conjure up another 10 berries which she'd keep stored in her component pouch.

[JNAProductions]

The creature shirks away from the light, returning to the darkness.

Disengaging, and then hiding. It can do so due to an ability.

[roll0] for Stealth. Any attempts to locate it will be made at disadvantage due to dim light.

[Celticbear]

BY tHE POWER OF DARKVISION! I never turned it off, so no dim light for me! Unless it moved further than sixty feet from the entrance... I'll still roll disadvantage then:smallfrown:
Perception (By the way charma is treating me, we should all know how this will turn out:smallannoyed::smallannoyed::smallannoyed:): [roll0]
Disadvantage: [roll1]
EDIT: HOLY S**T HOW DID THAT WORK?:smalleek::smalleek::smalleek::smalleek::smal leek:

[JNAProductions]

Check your Darkvision text. It's still Dim Light.

But hey, you spotted it! It's near the center of the room.

[Celticbear]

Doyal's words pierce the minds of each his friends in range, It's near the middle, I'm using telepathy so it just thinks I know where it is. Plan accordingly, while using his actual voice screaming in Infernal: DIE VERMIN! MAY YOUR PANCAKES BE SOUR! as more crackling red energy flows from his wand.


Check your Darkvision text. It's still Dim Light.

But hey, you spotted it! It's near the center of the room.
You're right. About the Darkvision. BUT STILL HOLY S**T!
Out of first level spell slots, but I still have the world's most overpowered cantrip forevermore! Eldritch Blast away!
To hit: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
Critical(HA): [roll2]

EDIT: WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME CHARMA? WHAT IS YOUR GAME? JUST PICK WHETHER TO SCREW ME OR HELP ME< BUT JUST PICK ONE!!!:smallfurious::smallfrown::smalleek::smallco ol::smallyuk::smallconfused::smallwink::smallbiggr in::smalltongue::smallannoyed::smallsmile::smallam used::smallsigh::smallredface::smallmad:

[JNAProductions]

The creature shrieks, an odd, clicking noise that emanates from the silenced area. It dives down into the raised section, vanishing from sight entirely.

[Celticbear]

Hah, I showed him... oh dear everything hurts. Remind me the next time I mouth off to something to keep my mouth shut. I do not like getting impaled!

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)

"Is it dead?" Anja asks from behind Doyal having been pulled along by the rope connecting them together as he rushed back towards the room. She enchants her staff and grips it tightly in her hand just in case as she peers around looking for the flickering light of Gil's torch and any sign of the spirit should it still be lurking about.

"Are you alright Gil?" she calls into the room not knowing if the magical silence merely stopped sound being made or also prevented it from entering.

Anja will cast Shillelagh on her quarterstaff just in case, so she isn't totally useless should the thing come back.
And she'll look around for it and try make sure Gil was alright.
Perception: [roll0] | Disadvantage: [roll1]

[JNAProductions]

Nothing is seen of the creature.

The room appears to block all noise, in or out.

[Inspectre]

Gil honestly expected to die at this point - he was alone against some sort of nightmarish shadow creature that had nearly torn Doyal in half with one blow.
And aside from being the distraction keeping the thing busy, he was in the troublesome conundrum that he couldn't join his friends in running away because there was nothing to stop the thing from leaping on his back if he broke off the fight.
Besides which, being in the torchlight seemed to make the thing uncomfortable - was it not aware that being in the torchlight was a bad idea for it?
Either way, it was just another reason to keep the thing engaged - what was that odd saying Gil once heard about adventurers getting in over their heads but having to see it all the way through? Tiger by the tail? Or shadow monster in the torchlight, as the case may be.


"Come on you ugly git, let's go! You wanna eat me, I'm right here! Come on, DO IT!"


Gil ranted in his mind, unable to hear his own ragged breath but he could still feel his old heart pounding away in his chest as he circled the monster, looking for another opening.

And then just like that, his allies - friends? - came back for him! That was a bold and foolish move, but to Gil's surprise the creature fled into the darkness out of torchlight, and then screamed in his mind, apparently fleeing the battle entirely thanks to Doyal.

Legs shaking, he moves to join back with the group, a dead man walking out of his tomb.
When he gets back to the group and can speak again, he smiles at the group and gives a loud whoop as he flops down on the floor.

"YEEEAAAH! Nice going Doyal! You got that nasty good! . . . We should probably get out of here before it decides to come back. I just . . . I just need a minute."

[Celticbear]

Doyal, having only served among paladins who have had passing thoughts of killing what they believed to be just another heretic, blinks at the sudden bode of confidence. This coupled with a depleted mental health, and the lack of spell slots, fills Doyal with a strange tired assurance that everything would be okay. Then a realization that the universe, nay the multiverse, is infinite and that he was but a passing speck fills Doyal with his normal dreary outlook on life, but for one moment he was content.

[Syldar]

Gwyn smiles. Thanks for keeping the thing busy. Don't think I would have been brave enough to do the same. Now let's rest for a bit, then see what's down hall number 3. Somehow, I doubt it's a giant beehive.

Short rest anyone?

[JNAProductions]

Where will you rest?

[Celticbear]

I nominate the holy hall. It's not far, and it seemed safe enough to sleep in.

[Syldar]

Yes, the holy hall seems least likely to kill us in several horrible ways. Shall we head there?

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)

Still being tied to Gywn and Doyal, Anja takes the time to undo the rope connecting them and hands their segment back to Gil. "I think we just scared it off," she says worriedly searching the darkness of the room again and renewing her enchantment on her staff. "We should go before it gets hungry again."

[Inspectre]

"Yeah, les go back there. Ready to go now."

Gil grunts as he takes the 3/4ths length of rope back, and hefts his torch, shield, and morningstar again.
He was still breathing heavily, although not quite as severely as a few moments ago.
Still, a longer rest in safety would be welcome - this whole "dungeoneering" thing was new to him, and he was not nearly as young as he used to be.

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)
Holding her quarterstaff before her as she slowly pulls open the door, Anja sighs with relief to find the sanctuary exactly as they left it. The adrenaline that had been pumping through her veins ever since they entered that corridor of silence vanishes suddenly leaving her feeling drained. Resting against a wall she lets herself slide down the stone into a sitting position, legs splayed out in front of her. She closes her eyes for a few seconds before sighing once more, remembering the healers kit she'd pulled apart saving Doyal and consequently shoved back into her pack in a jumble.

"Let's not go that way again," she suggests as she sorts the pieces of the kit back into their proper place.

[Celticbear]

Doyal chuckles, Good idea., as he finds a nice corner to shrink into.

[Syldar]

Not that any other paths will be much better. This place is full of death. She finds a spot and sits down to meditate. She's going to need a clear mind for what's up ahead.

[JNAProductions]

The group makes their way, undisturbed, to the church.

As they enter, church bells ring melodiously.

The room is just as it was before-undisturbed, pristine, and peaceful.

[Inspectre]

Gil looks for a place within to temporarily store his torch, like a torch holder built into the wall, but if he fails to find one, he simply puts his torch out/leaves it to burn out some place where it won't catch anything on fire or disturb the sanctuary's peacefulness. Once that is accomplished, he stows his morningstar and shield, setting them next to his chosen spot within the room, shrugs off his pack, and lies down on the floor, using the pack as a pillow.

"Ugh, is this what it's like everyday as an adventurer? Running around in the dark and nearly getting killed by that . . . what that thing was?"

[Syldar]

See previous post.

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)

Anja chuckles to herself putting the healer's kit away and siding fully down to lay spread out on the ground. "I sure as hell hope not," she echo's Gils sentiments. She doesn't have a good answer to the other part of his question so she just lays there savoring the sound of their breathing and the coldness of the floor.

[JNAProductions]

Some time passes. The group rests, regaining (or at least trying to regain) their composure and health.

Please make all relevant rolls for your restorations. Link is in the OP of the OOC if you need it.

[Inspectre]

Gil has no HP damage or spent abilities, so he has nothing to recharge during his short rest.

As for mental health, I thought it recovered 1 point/level/extended rest?
Meaning that most likely, we need to go back to town and rest for a nearly two weeks before Anja & Doyal are all better.
One of the reasons why I've been wanting to press on so we get some more XP, at least enough to hit level 2.


Finally, Gil pushes himself back up to his feet, collecting his pack and shouldering it once more. He affixes his shield back onto his arm, takes up (or relights) the torch he had been using, and draws his moringstar, cracking his neck as he does so.

"We ready to git goin' again? We going through this door here, or checking out what's down that sickly sweet corridor?"

[JNAProductions]

Is that what I said? I guess that's what I said.

So yeah, lots of resting needed to recover sanity.

[Celticbear]

I only regain one first level spell slot, since I'm CRAAAZY, but I was at max HP when I slept.

Doyal yawns as he rises from his corner. Anyone hungry for pancakes?

[Videkus]

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Anja (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1136417)

"I suppose we can't stay here forever," Anja sighs, rolling over and climbing to her feet. "Maybe the door this time?" She slowly picks up her pack and slips back into the straps, she looks rather reluctant to leave the safety of the shrine but she's far more reluctant to be left here alone. "Pancakes?" she raises an eyebrow at Doyal before shaking her head.

"Here, take these," she says flicking open her component pouch and removing a small handful of oddly coloured berries. "Don't rely on me for any magic," she tells them all dropping two berries into each of their hands. "These are good for you, can heal small wounds - sometimes big wounds if you eat a lot of them. Just don't squash them in your pocket!"

Wreathing her hand in flames once again, she relights both her and Gil's torches and waits for everyone else to get ready.

Anja will just follow after Gil.

We're almost there EXP-wise. That ghost thing might have done it had we killed it/got past it.
As for HP, everyone should be at full already. The only one that took any damage was Doyal, but he got a handful of goodberries down his throat (9), to take him back to full.
Goodberries: Anja still has 5 and has given each of the other's 2 each.

[Syldar]

Considering Gwyn's at max... everything, no rolls and such needed.

Doyal, we don't have the ingredients to make pancakes, much as I would like some.

[Celticbear]

You would be surprised what you're willing to bargain with the dark gods of chaos when you have an empty stomach. says Doyal.

Seeing nobody laugh, Doyal says, Suppose that's why I chose to be a dark priest rather than a comedian.

[Celticbear]

Now then, I believe that we have one more unexplored doorway. Uncertain doom is better than certain doom I suppose. says Doyal.

[JNAProductions]

The group goes to the door, and opens it. Beyond lies another of the familiar corridors, though this one is quite wide-nearly 20' across.

[Syldar]

As we walk down, Gwyn scans the corridor for any horrible deathtraps.
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Anja pauses on the threshold as the thought of stepping back into the dark tunnels with monsters lurking causes her to break out into a cold sweat. "Nothing to worry about Anja, the ghosts are the other way," she reminds herself. Anything with the ability to slip through solid stone and rip the life from someone with a touch was right up there at the top of her list of things to avoid. Right next to those things that had killed the first Gwyn, she reminds herself, watching as Gwyn steps past her.

Steeling herself, she raises her torch high and steps through after her into the tunnel.

[JNAProductions]

Gwyn (and anyone with Passive Perception 15 or better) is able to spot something just at the edge of the torchlight. It looks like a chain link-a broken one.