As the great stone doors creak with the strained effort of retaining whatever force pushes at them from inside, Maelicent is the first to spy an armored and scaled tail splay across the doors' widening crack. Quickly loosing an arrow, Maelicent fires. The goblin's black-fletched projectile flies through the air and embeds itself into the creature's hardened dull green flesh, dealing 7 points of damage.
Brakkus, also quick to react, alerts to the green threat behind the doors when the Gudwulf's arrow streaks past his mid-section. Moving into position with his guisarme and poking the head of the polearm through the narrow crack in the door, Brakkus is a hair too slow; ere he can lend the full brunt of his strength to his jab, the creature reacts to Maelicent's hit with the arrow and, roaring, swings its tail out of reach.
Cursing something short and vehement in his mother tongue, Gamad switches to common. "Prepare yourselves, who knows what kind of demon wrecks the room behind this door. It could be a giant!" The dwarf, who had earlier trained his crossbow at the groaning doors, fires off his readied shot. Though the tail of the creature no longer abutts the doors, Gamad's bolt hits true, dealing 7 points of damage to a now enraged beast.
The creature, who had turned from the door after being hit by Maelicent's arrow, now turns back for a charge. Thundering footsteps quake the flagstone floor in the wide hallway where the group stands. At the terminus of the creature's charge, everyone catches sight of a long toothy maw just as the creature whips its tail to the side. With an echoing boom that fractures the right door at its dovetailed hinges, the green-skinned creature at last breaks free of its imprisonment. In the dust and rubble where the right door door once stood is a crocodile. Some 20 feet long and with eyes that glitter with aggressive malice, the crocodile opens its maw in challenge and snarls silently at the group. Two double rows of large sharp teeth, well-honed with youth, shine into the flickering light shed by Voadam's coin.
Once the croc breaks free of the right door, Chev swings but misses. Voadam looks wildly over his shoulder and spies the slug turning away from the confusion at the end of the hall. The creature had been watching the group of interlopers but now appears to be retreating in slow but steady fashion back into the mushroom cavern. Wasting no time, Voadam quickly armors himself with mage armor.
Initiative:
Maelicent 19
Brakkus 19
Gamad 15
Beast 14
Voadam 13
Chev 13
