[Eberron] The Forgotten Forge
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Old Fezziwig
Thanks for the sour persimmons, cousin.
Plonk and Rawhide: I'm probably far beyond a position where I can be of much help, but I'll try if you'd just—urk! At this point, Rawhide drops to the ground and starts to roll around.
Rawhide:
Plonk and Rawhide: Are you ready to listen to me now? I'm still willing to help if I can, despite being treated like so much dough. You'll have to agree to help me, too, though...
Gannon and Flawed: You don't know exactly where Rawhide and Plonk went, although you do remember them moving off towards the left of the beetle swarm during the combat. Perhaps they went down a tunnel or into some of the ruins on that side of the complex.
OOC for Gannon and Flawed: Who has a light source and what is it?
Rawhide:
What had felt like mud to you before feels vaguely organic, almost like some kind of vegetable matter. A vague pulse moves through it. The "urk" you heard, coincided with your dropping to the ground. After a few seconds of rolling, you feel something gripping you [Str check, Rawhide: roll of 1 on d20, automatic failure]. Something round and a bit slimy. The floor no longer feels like mud.
Plonk and Rawhide: Are you ready to listen to me now? I'm still willing to help if I can, despite being treated like so much dough. You'll have to agree to help me, too, though...
Gannon and Flawed: You don't know exactly where Rawhide and Plonk went, although you do remember them moving off towards the left of the beetle swarm during the combat. Perhaps they went down a tunnel or into some of the ruins on that side of the complex.
OOC for Gannon and Flawed: Who has a light source and what is it?
Knight Otu
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(I believe I volunteered to carry the light source, but I'm drawing a blank on what it is at the moment. Let me check...)
(edit - I believe it must be a torch.)
(edit - I believe it must be a torch.)
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MadMaxim
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Gannon looks around to see where Plonk and Rawhide went. As he doesn't catch sight of any of them, he starts yelling: "Rawhide and Plonk get back here immediately! The insects are gone for now! Flawed has the torch, so if you can see any light out there, go towards it! We're not coming out to get you! We just risk losing each other! He then looks around for any reaction...
Ashy
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It is only when the thing beneath his feet grabs him that Rawhide's mind snaps back into his "natural" place. While it could be said that there was not much difference between the shifter and an animal to begin with, there were, however, some silght differences - and those subtle changes were all that was needed to make all the difference in the world.
"Errrggkkk! Plonk! Dis floor's got me! Run! DON'T COME IN!"
"Errrggkkk! Plonk! Dis floor's got me! Run! DON'T COME IN!"
Old Fezziwig
Thanks for the sour persimmons, cousin.
Gannon, Flawed: As you head towards the tunnel off the left hand side of the room, you can hear some struggling and something that sounds like the shifter yelling orders to Plonk. They're at least a hundred feat away from the entrance, maybe more.
Plonk, Rawhide: Xen'drik...the last of my people are being hunted and killed. I came over here looking for help, but I had to escape a mob. I slipped into a drain pipe, which led to another drain pipe, and then another...I found one of those strange metal people and thought it'd lead me back to civilization and light. It attacked me. I shifted into this form and slid over here. Without sunlight, I'm sure to die in a short while, probably sooner rather than later. When I die, I'll revert into my main form. On my left hip is a scroll case containing a map towards the village of my people and a letter of introduction in our tongue. Please go to Xen'drik and save them. He stops speaking and releases the shifter. You can both hear a ragged squishing, which sounds strangely like breathing.
Plonk, Rawhide: Xen'drik...the last of my people are being hunted and killed. I came over here looking for help, but I had to escape a mob. I slipped into a drain pipe, which led to another drain pipe, and then another...I found one of those strange metal people and thought it'd lead me back to civilization and light. It attacked me. I shifted into this form and slid over here. Without sunlight, I'm sure to die in a short while, probably sooner rather than later. When I die, I'll revert into my main form. On my left hip is a scroll case containing a map towards the village of my people and a letter of introduction in our tongue. Please go to Xen'drik and save them. He stops speaking and releases the shifter. You can both hear a ragged squishing, which sounds strangely like breathing.
Old Fezziwig
Thanks for the sour persimmons, cousin.
Plonk, Rawhide: I've been out of sunlight too long for my wounds to heal. If I had been more cautious in my retreat, I wouldn't have gotten lost. No matter now. If you save my people, you'll have done me a good service. Far better than healing me. The squishy rattle gets a bit more ragged, but you think the creature can hold on for a little while longer.
