Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult" (IC) 2

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Scrag pokes at the wall with a claw curiously.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Scrag feels the curious wall squirm underneath his claw.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"I can't see anything, John, use that light spell you used previously. I have flint and steel but I doubt I can sent anything on fire with this humidity." Tuk proposes.

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Scrag pulls his hand back and makes an odd squawking noise, "Wall...lives."

 

[Deuce Traveler]

OOC: A torch will still light if someone wants to use one.

 

[Scott DeWar]

John pulls out a sun rod and cracks its head to bring light to the corridor, hoping he won't regret it.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

John's lightsource flickers dimly in the darkened corridor a couple of times before activating with a steady glow. That's when everyone except Grok realizes that the alien language is coming from the lump in his neck. A toothy black mouth with a blue tongue was making foul utterances, but once the light glares steadily the utterances become a mouthy scream, then silence as the lips close again and the 'bump' goes back to looking like a bump. The entire steps underneath you and wall next to you is covered in a thin layer of black worm-filled goo which sickeningly writhes and ripples. At the end of the stairs it seems that there is a door, but you are loathed to attempt to touch it as it too is covered in the mass. You seem so close, yet still so far as emotionally the party begins to succumb to a feeling of despair. What the heroes really feel they need is something to believe in. Some sort of faith despite all seeming to be lost...

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Scrag moves slowly toward the front of the group. He wasn't good at much besides using his strength and killing things. Well...maybe all of this was just another thing to be killed. Scrag didn't understand why the walls were alive or his companions had unusual growths. But, he did know that if he didn't do something, the others would be consumed by this...whatever it was.

Scrag moved toward the door, determination in his eyes. It would move. Or it would die. Or both.

OOC: Scrag is going to try to get the door open by force or by axe, whichever seems to have the best chance of working.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"I'm not going to die in this worm infested nightmare!" Tuk screams and lashes at the door with his chain, from a safe distance of course.

Door bash: 25 to hit, 14 slashing dmg

 

[Scott DeWar]

OOC: growth on neck: Was that on Grock's or Tuk's neck?