A Candlekeep Mystery (IC)

With Ethian helping to support Hawthorne, the group made their way down the first side-corridor, leaving the mine-cart behind on its track. The tunnel began quite narrow, but widened as it went, travelling gently downward, until it ended in a small chamber that held old worn picks, rusty shovels, and two handcarts that were loaded with debris and rotting rags.

High overhead, hidden within three fissures in the south-west, a skittering, scratching noise could be heard.
 

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Crock Jon, pushing the cart, begins to scream in order to drown out the voices that he hears. He tries tying his shirt around his head as well. Nothing is working. When he stops, he pus his hands over his ears. He does not offer an opinion on directions to take, but not pushing the cart would mean he can keep his ears covered.

OOC: Wis save 1d20=2.
 

Crock Jon was able to follow the others down the first side-tunnel while holding his hands to the sides of his head. He had a hard time telling where they were going, but he kept up, telling himself that as long as he could make out the others, he would know where he was and be able to help.

As the chamber widened into a possible dead-end, Ethian looked up at the three fissures above them. At first they appeared to be potential ways forward - three dark openings. But sounds came from them - real sounds, Ethian was sure, in spite of the many false-echoes around them. He peered into the dark fissures, and in spite of the strange vertigo that still tried to assault his senses, he could tell that the fissures were filled with bats.

The bats had been driven quite insane by their exposure to the mine's strange madness.

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GM: Begin Round One!
 

"Batz--? Whazzat need batz? Nuhhhhhh... we--nuhhhhhh... we don't need to deal with any batz. Lezzgo back down the main tunnel... can't deal with batzzright now."

As Hawthorne's stomach churns, he motions for everyone to follow him back to the main tunnel so they can follow the tracks deeper in the mine.
 

When Ethian pointed out the bats, Hawthorne was still in a confused state. He spoke much too loudly, his voice echoed in the deep chamber. The bats, already aware of their presence and crazed from their own delusions, began to pour from the fissures in three swarming masses of flapping wings.
 


Crock Jon has hit enough things to know that he's not going to be able to punch the bats to death, and even he can see that his net will not be effective. Best he can do is make himself a target, while the others retreat, he thinks.

He takes his hands form his ears and starts screaming, a low howling wail that he hopes will draw the attention of the swarms. His fists up, he bobs and weaves, and hopes that the others get away unharmed.

"Come at me, yuh flyin rats!"

OOC: Move towards any swarms, trying to protect or block, action: dodge.
 

Ethian was hoping for the group to be better positioned before they acted. Alas, the dice were cast, so he uttered a prayer and raised his shield as twilight filled the area

OOC: note: holy symbol is on shield

action: Channel Divinity: Twilight Sanctuary

As an action, you present your holy symbol, and a sphere of twilight emanates from you. The sphere is centered on you, has a 30-foot radius, and is filled with dim light. The sphere moves with you, and it lasts for 1 minute or until you are incapacitated or die. Whenever a creature (including you) ends its turn in the sphere, you can grant that creature one of these benefits:
  • You grant it temporary hit points equal to 1d6 plus your cleric level [7hp]
  • You end one effect on it causing it to be charmed or frightened.
 

As the bats swarmed down around them, Crock Jon stepped forward shouting, and Ethian raised his shield, surrounding them in a soft light. The light helped to clear Hawthorne and Crock Jon's heads a little - while they still felt a lingering effect of confusing distraction, they felt more themselves, able to basically function.

Still, the bats came down, fluttering about Crock Jon and Ethian in a disorienting blur, that for the time being, remained harmless.

OOC: Only because the roller was against me! There's still one swarm to act, plus the rest of the players. Hawthorne can still act, as all he did was speak (and probably move)


 

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