As the warlock points them in the right direction, Cliff leads the way from there. His keen senses let him see in the near darkness, and his nose lets him follow the scents of others even with strong scent of the muck.
perception (1d20+14=32)
Val stands and adjusts his armor over his thin frame. The kalashtar cracks his neck with two loud pops and then makes sure his blade is loose in it's sheathe. "I'm ready."
Roswyn grits her teeth as the acidic slime burns her, and she scurries ahead into the muck, trying to keep quiet. Orienting on the sound of Rohna battling, she reaches out and tries to sense the insectoid minds on the other side of the big treetrunk straight ahead and flings out an illusion...
Varak tries to defend himself from the lava wraiths, but to little effect. The half-orc roars, spinning his blades about him in a flurry of strikes and slashes. The wraiths dissolve before him and he moves toward the edge to climb up.
Save from Shrug it Off: Save vs ongoing (1d20=9) Fail...
"We didn't know, they were weak of will, perhaps fallen to evil already. We will subdue those we encounter hereafter, in case our thoughts are false." Cliff ties them tightly, hanging their hands and feet seperate to the beams in the ceiling. The shifter lets the guards know to send messages...
Rurdev picks at his rice and fried eggs with the sticks again. Though he as nearly mastered the technique, some grains of rice fall between the tips of the chopsticks. He seems troubled, uninterested in the meal.
Cliff inspects the necklace in the light of the room, and then waves the paper with the address at the group. "Let's go here, we haven't been there yet. Perhaps they could tell us something about the necklace."
you are right. I misread the power, and I see how you targeted it a well, fixing now. Just make sure to make your save still for the ongoing is case you can't sustain the power.
Thalen moves up, draws the attention of the bugs and encases herself in a sheath of ice. She slashes at the bugs...
The water of the stream thrashes as something moves toward the fight. They are insect-like as well, and their black orb-like eyes focus on the lone kalashtar. The cleric meets their gaze, and he feels like he needs to come closer, because the water seems so nice. He fights off the charm of the...