Mouth of Madness
"Hold! What you are attempting, despite any noble intentions you claim, is calling upon us a most singular and irrevocable doom! You must stop this, now, lest you murder every sentient being in this room!" Velious announced with astonishing timber.
"What is destined to be, shall be! None, shy our adversaries from Xen'drik, could stop us now. Run, if you can, before, out of oblivion, Eberron's shadow emerges! The truth out of light shall be revealed, and the First Step of the Twisted Path shall start!" the cloaked woman belowed.
"What are you doing, Flamewind? We were to demonstrate Its power, scare them a little, not destroy ourselves and our patrons! I can stop you still!" Dala screamed.
The two locked eyes for a moment, and Dala whipped out her rapier. She ran to the dais, and faced off with a madly grinning gnome.
The crowd, having realized that the show stopped but a heartbeat before, scrambled to their feet, and, noticed now how clogged they were and how the exits were blocked. Illogically ignoring those trying to help them, they clambered for the entrance's iron bound door. They stopped short when they heard from beyond it a bass sound peal. It sounded like the that of a large bell being rang beside you, if your head were sumbmersed underwater. They then turned and started running down toward a now open stairwell, finally listening to their animal instincts.
'eezer ushered them away from their doom. He smelt it before he sensed it, though. The smell, somehow, of puddles of inky shadow forming on the center of the tiled floor. The shadows in the room and from its inhabitants sink into it, like water down a slow moving drain.
In but seconds, the room was left with brave souls, madmen, and fools. Two columns of adventurers too foolhardy to run remained. Dala fought desperately to sidestep a fiendish gnome, who swiped at her and blocked her blows with eldritch claws. Firewind invocated Black Prayers, while a tear rolled down her cheek.
{OOC}Velious, you had some good bonuses due to the help of you column-mates and the freakiness of it all. With a 21, even a skittish illogical crowd can be saved. As it stands, there is your group and another group, the pool of shadow on the floor, Dala, the gnome, and Firewind. The other group contains a male goblin, a wee 'forged, and a female half-elf in a silver breastplate. A noise just pealed from outside of the room, or seemingly so. Sorry for taking so long, I was hoping Eluvan (Malthian) would post.{/OOC}