"Donnel was a member of Verdegreen." Delvar whispers back, cautiously looking around for the source of the voice. "He had... issues. Wasn't that well in the head, but liked animals. He said that the animals in the wilds called him Cartex, but he never really went out there. Well, about six months ago he ran away after getting in a tussle with his family. We couldn't find him."

"Cartax?" The voice calls out again. "Are these our next feed?"

(Bump the thread?)

( Just to be sure... we are hearing the voice of this Donnel individual... and he is calling for someone called Cartax... is that correct? ) 

(Donnel is a villager, who apparently was a bit delusional and had a persona called Cartex. This voice doesn't sound human...)

"Well, it seems that he has found something that allows him to cause all this trouble... I do not think  we can reason with him, I will try reason with hem... shall we? " 

With that the elf goes towards the voice and as soon as he sees him he says 

" Hello Donnel my old friend! How are you doing?! " 

( cast charm person ( ST 13 ) on him. If he can ready the action before moving and then unleash the spell when he sees him he does so ) 

Dar'Quilyn steps forward and calls out. There is no initial response, as he then begins to sense a movement between the natural columns nearby. High up in the dark cavern, long tendrils seem to be climbing down them, with some sharp toothed mouths with lashing tongues sticking out facing towards the party. These long twisting appendages stretch from what appears to be a large bulbous sphere of a body, around ten to fifteen feet in diameter. A smattering of other tendrils protrude with more mouths, while some smaller vestigial looking appendages actually have some glaring eyes at their ends, staring gown at the party. (Image in the spoiler.)

"Who is this?" The mouths speak out at Dar'Quilyn, its body lowered to about twenty feet from the ground. "You are not Cartax. Where is he?"

Delvar is literally shivering in his boots. "Wh-what is that abomination?" He whispers, obviously terrified by the creature that is in front of the party. "How does Donnel know this thing?"

(No image in the spoiler I am afraid... and here goes my idea to charm the guy... lol!! ) 

The elf has to remind himself that the normal position of the jaw is not wide open. 

"Well no... we are not Cartax... sure but... we are here to meet you! We were arounf the city, and saw the prodigies that were taken place there and thought.. how could be responsible for such wonders? Who could be the keen mind behind all? And we decided to come here and search for you... " 

( Deception? : 18

Why are you all leaving the elf do the talking? XD

Edit after seeing the roll: well at least it wasn't a natural 1 XDD) 

(I'll give the others a chance to act upon this. Updated with a different picture. Hopefully that one shows alright.)

(Well, looks like Dar'Quilyn is flying solo at the moment.)

The large ball of mass and tendrils climbs further down, its huge spherical body using its eye stalks to glare at the party. "You are not friends of Cartax!" The creature calls at them. "Then you must be food. Tell us, light snacks, how would you like to become the next of Cartax's friends?"

OOC: Oh new picture is much more reassuring.. that's for sure! XDD

"I didn't said that we were friends of Cartax, but if you want we can go looking for him. Cartax friends? you mean... the wolves?" 

The round ball seems to be at floor level now, one of the eye stalks and mouth tentacles lurch forward, staring at Dar'Quilyn. "Yes... Cartax's friends. You can join them, too... Make Cartax happy..."

“But we cannot join his friends... you see? We are not wolves... but, we can go now and talk to him about it, and about your dinner of course! No need to get hungry, right?” The elf takes a preventive step back towards the door. 

"Oh, but you could be." The creature tells Dar'Quilyn, its mouth extending to speak straight at his face. Its razor sharp teeth look like they could eviscerate and swallow him whole. 

There is a strange gurgling noise that comes from further back in the room, as the group notices that an opening appears on the amorphous body of the creature, falling out of it appears to be a wolf, identical to the others that they have encountered so far. "All it takes is a few. Tasty. Bites." The mouth grins at Dar'Quilyn.

“Oh I see!” Says the elf, suddenly understanding the origin of the weird wolves. “Thank you but I would rather stay as an elf. You know... so many years used to this from to start learning to use a new one... “ the elf looks around trying to detect any soft spot, or vulnerability on the creature. His mind is working at lightening speed as he tries to remember something in his studies that talk of a creature such as the one he has in front of him. 

“ But tell me, are you able to create other creatures or just wolves?” 

( Arcana?: 8 Investigation? to see anything he could use on his favor in a fight?20 If it’s Perception subtract 3 to this roll ) 

(Could Dar'Quilyn also make a Persuasion or Deception check?)

(With pleasure... both skills with the same modifier so... you choose wich one is using... 16)

The eye stalk seems to examine Dar'Quilyn. "We can make whatever we want, so long as we consume it..." The creature tells Dar'Quilyn. "If we consume you, we can make more of you with ease."

“Oh I see... so Cartax gives you food and you provide him with... friends... that’s quite an understanding what you’ve got here, but perhaps I can find you a better one, so you could eat everyday, and produce different things that should be more fun that just make Cartax’s friends... would you be interested on that? “

"And why would I want to do that?" The monster says, its tendril with a mouth grinning malevolently. "You just look perfectly edible now, and you are here, like a Cave Fisher to the slaughter. It would be so easy just to eat each of you. One. By. One."

The elf takes one more step back, or so it seems, but a trained eye in the bladesinger way could tell that he was getting ready to jump into attack, his right foot slightly turned outside and his hand one inch closer to the hilt of the sword. 

“ I wouldn’t recommend that, you could find that we are morehard to swallow that your other victims...”