Amara frowns at the others. "All right darlings, this is something we'll have to keep an eye out for."

Svana tried to compose herself in the few moment she was alone, her cheeks and ears returning their normal color when Duke had approached her with the way she acts with it and the others. "Ah, well, I saw how slapping Huey brought him back from that paralysed state he was in, so it was safe to assume that doing the same to her would work." She glances back at the group, murmuring, "I hope..." And returns her gaze forward. "And it comes from how I was raised, I suppose... Despite our status, my parents wanted me and my sisters to learn to respect so they made sure to teach us it constantly. 'Everyone, regardless of station, should be treated with dignity' is what my mother would say." She brushes a stray hair from her face to behind her ear. "I kind of miss them--"

She stops in her tracks when Talike kneels before her, the noble taken aback by this action and her shouting. "I--" And then she passes out after screaming out illegible pleas. "I... I'm sorry, Talike." Her tone is genuine but sounds weak, almost frightened at what just occurred. "P-perhaps it will fade in time?" 

i hope so friend. What i miss is what's pushing me forward, currently. Some things you never can get over. All that i hope for, is that you can remember it fondly. Let your wounds heal. With out forgiveness, whether it be something they did or yourself, your pain may continue. You have to let it go, and remember the good times. I still have good days, and bad. I dont want you to "get over it", because that makes you who you are. And i like who you are. So far.

Quinn reaches forward and gives Svana a tap on the shoulder, and a genuine smile 

Wis save: 5

God dammit: 48

Step Step Thud manages to make it through the area of madness even while others fall paralyzed and begin to eat coals, but once the group is clear of the sounds it becomes obvious that he’s been mimicking them the entire time.

As the others talk, he peers around anxiously, sometimes babbling like a baby and other times repeating the horrific noises from before for 10 minutes.

Declaration: You and your parents are not like the humanoids that originally had possession of this unit. This units original owners treated it like a tool, something that this unit did not question. You are the first humanoid to treat this unit as if it were another humanoid. Secondary Declaration: This unit will endeavor to see you escape this location and return to your familial unit."

As it lifts Talike, it sees her distressed reaction to her state. "Tertiary Declaration: Your strike did not possess the force to cause any major damage. It is unlikely that Talike's current state is because of your action. Quaternary Declaration: Given how collaboration is necessary for the survival of this group, there is a significant chance that you will play some roll in ensuring her recovery."

WIS save: 24

The muffles, gibberish and moans give Ronnal a bad feeling but, it's just that a bad feeling.

"Hey! If y'all are done playing around and smacking each other we need to keep moving. If someone can't move just pick 'em up and keep going."

Ronnal continues forward like the soldier he is.

Svana’s look softens a bit as a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “Thank you for your kind words, Quinn.” The way she left her parents wasn’t how she wanted it to be, it wasn’t ladylike or dignified but before a memory could replay itself, Duke had spoken up. “I’ve met very little of your kind, Duke,” She admits with a frown. “But it saddens me to hear that you weren’t treated kindly back where you operated. You may not have flesh but I’m sure deep down you have a big heart,” Her smile returns. “Made of steel and iron of course.” 

Her arms return folded in front of her as a way to comfort herself further as they moved forward. A few moments later she leans over to Duke (or Quinn, who ever is closer) and whispers, “Is the fiery one still glaring at me? I can feel her eyes burning at the back of my head...”

"Declaration:  Thank you. Secondary Declaration: Enkindle is continuing said activity. Hypothesis: She is angry at you for striking Talike, despite your good intentions. Despite this, there is only a 9.73% chance of her taking violence against your person. Tertiary Declaration: In the event where she chooses violence, this unit will not allow that to pass."

Ree'lyn | Drow | Warlock | Level 1 | AC 15 | HP 8/8 | Cantrips Known 2 | Spells Known 2 | Spell Slots 1/1 | Slot Level 1 | Innate spells 1

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Upon witnessing how serious the affliction seems to have befallen the group members, Ree'lyn approaches Ronnal  and motions to the Duergar to join him and Jimjar, Buppido, Sarith and Shuushar. - "We must speak." - the Drow whispers in Undercommon.

Talike seems like she has moved past her madness when she wakes up for a second time.

"I... just ignore anything that just happened. Maybe I haven't been sleeping enough lately?" She notices Enkindle glaring at Svana and continues.

"Enkindle, she did what she had to. But thanks for looking out for me." 

Talike continues to walk at the back of the party, although she does seem more cautious than before. She glances over her shoulder every few minutes as if anticipating an attack, and she jumps at every sound that echoes from deeper within the cave system.

Phineas goes through his pouch, checking his components and readying to move on. He is determined to me more useful than mopey. Exploring caverns, after all, is his thing. He collects a few fungi and plant smokes from around the campsite before tossing his pack on his back. “Yes, let’s get moving. I’m excited to see this Darklake,” he says. “Well, unless it’s too dark to see then maybe that’s why it’s called that. Perhaps. Hmmmm.  Either way, time is a’wasting!”

Sarith doesn't seem to be feeling well. Over the last three day's he's disoriented, complaining of headaches, and dizziness. Shuushar, as always, has remained calm this entire time in a spiritual blizz. Buppido and Jimjar have been quietly following the rest of the group, discussing trivial things among themselves.

Ronnal stops seeing the male drow wishes to speak. Continuing the conversation in Undercommon.

"What do you need? The longer we wait the more likely something will come."

Amara casually slows a bit so that she's near the Underdark dwellers, keeping her face and focus apparently on the path ahead.

Ree'lyn | Drow | Warlock | Level 1 | AC 15 | HP 8/8 | Cantrips Known 2 | Spells Known 2 | Spell Slots 1/1 | Slot Level 1 | Innate spells 1

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Still speaking in Undercommon, Ree'lyn expresses his concern that this affliction is caused by their first sight after leaving Velkynvelve outpost. - " Sarith, what is happening to you? The fact we are having nightmares is concerning enough. It has to be a great thing to cause such an influence on us."

Sarith is not willing to discuss his issue with you, but you can tell by the looks of his grey skin that tiny spores dot his face, and his eyes are usually bloodshot.

Ree'lyn | Drow | Warlock | Level 1 | AC 15 | HP 8/8 | Cantrips Known 2 | Spells Known 2 | Spell Slots 1/1 | Slot Level 1 | Innate spells 1

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Taking a bow and bidding farewell to this party of Underdark dwellers, Ree'lyn motions to Ronnal to follow him and approaches Jezzika. A courteous bow before the female Drow precedes Ree'lyn's will into the private telepathic link to deliver his grievous speech -" The Drow are dreaming." - as if the declaration per se should be enough of a demonstration of how alarming this situation is.

Enkindle looked ready to go off on a triade after Duke's remark, but stops short thanks to Talike. "Yea. Well... w-whatever." She huffs, looks away, and briefly crosses her arms. Finally noting Step Step Thud's racketing, she sighs and drags a hand down her face. "They'll slap a ****er nearly without hesitation, but not a one won't shut the bird up." She grouses partially under her breathe.

"Indeed they are. Well. At least you might be." Jezzika replied to Ree'lyn, her arms folded against her chest, leaning against the rock wall. "It is most unusual and curious. I am under the impression that something horrible has entered this plane. I can feel it. My patron can feel it. Something from below, it said."

Ash watches the others, remaining near Talike as they walk, while she notices Ree'lyn wandering around the group more than often. At Enkindles comment about SST, Ash moves over to him and offers him a snack. "SST. Your noises are making people upset. Could you keep is down a little? Maybe make mental noises? Or a tune to lighten our spirits? Maybe if you ask Quinn, you and him can do instrument sounds together while we walk?" 

Once she is done talking to SST, she will keep an eye on Talike but move forward to be closer to Ree'lyn and Jezzika, curious to see if she can here any part of the conversation but assumes they are on Jezz's specific mental communication. This doesn't stop her from staying nearby to see if she can catch any of the conversation. 

They're hiding something. Their expressions are serious. Hmmm. Perhaps.... Ah... Nevermind...

Much help you are....Everyone is serious down here... But Ree'lyn is acting strange.

Ah yes... The white one... Find out what he is hiding...