The One Who None Come Out: Campaign Thread

Necyra cackles, a sound like dry leaves skittering on stone.  "False floors?  Ooh, I love a good trapdoor!  It’s like the tunnel is playin' peek-a-boo with your ankles."

She hovers a few inches higher, but still safely behind Gail, her eyes locked on the figure with the fire-staff.  "Hey, Gail-ski!  Thanks for the heads-up.  Maybe don't charge in a straight line unless you want to find out what’s keepin' the basement warm."

As Etriel flickers out of existence, Necyra’s head also swivels 180 degrees to follow the Eladrin's path.  "And there goes Treilly, playin' hide-and-seek with the universe again.  Brave or crazy...usually both."

She raises her hand, her star-freckles spinning faster, preparing to let some conjured imaginary friends loose the second a claw or a wingtip breaks that stubborn red smoke.  "The smoke didn't budge for the fireball, Ashy.  That ain't just smoke.  That’s breath that forgot to go away."

“And that breath stinks!”

Ashlass hisses, driving Bigby’s Hand sixty feet forward toward Musashi’s cage. ( I think the hand reaches the cage)

“We know light works—does anyone have Light ready?”

Gail offered, "I have some torches, but they aren't going to light up much in this big of a chamber. Still, it will at least give me some light around where I am."

{OOC: is there any light in the room? From the description it seems implied, since dark vision usually only can see to 60' and wouldn't be able to tell that the smoke is red. But I though I should check on that...}

[[ OOC: Etirel Darastrix, having Darkvision, hasn't learned Light. So I hope JSenecal is right. ]]

*The room is brightly lit.*

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OK, if nothing happens to prevent it, Etriel Darastrix, who is flying and therefore has no problems with false floors for now, travels 30 feet toward Musashi. And if nothing happens again, another 30 feet, reaching about halfway (60 feet out of 120 total).

[[ OOC: Etriel Daratsirx uses her 30-foot flight movement to move toward Musashi. If she detects no threats, she Dashes for another 30 feet. ]].

 No threats. But as you enter the smoke, it begins to cloud in your lungs, con save.

Necyra huddles tighter behind Gail, her feet kicking the air.  "Room’s bright as a summer day, but the air’s gone sour!  That red gunk is tryin' to move into 'Treilly's chest!"

She peeks around Gail's armor, her star-freckles pulsing.  "Stay strong, Eladrin-girl!  If you start turnin' red, I'm flyin' in with the cavalry!"

Etriel's con save: 15