Alax looks shaken by the fluid on them, as well as disgusted. “Trust me brother, I will be cleaning myself at the earliest opportunity.” They say weakly. One of their hands begins to glow, and they hold it to their head as if in prayer. After a few seconds, they stand up a little straighter. “Much better.” They whisper. “Wait, does anyone know where our dwarven brother has gone?” They say after a few seconds. (Alax used 2 of his 5 lay on hands points to heal himself back to 6 health)
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While searching, you find nothing of real intrest; some darts off of the kobolds and some peices of paper that look like they have the same poem as was on the wall earlier, and nothing on the monster, seeing as it didn’t exactly have pockets to put things in. It’s not that you couldn’t find anything, but rather there was nothing to find.
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This is clearly some kind of mutated or peiced together kobold. It’s a lot larger and stronger than it should be. You think it’s been mutated because of the small, useless wings... and then you notice something else. Part of the thing has fallen apart, and beneath the armor you see something a kobold shouldn’t have. There are two sacs that look suspicious, and then you smell it. Diethyl ether, or so you think. This probably means that the kobold could breathe fire.
(If you aren’t aware, diethyl ether is a natural gas that dragons would be able to produce, and it’s highly flammabe. It’s how they would breathe fire if they were real)
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Looks up and around at the group, "there is some seriously messed up mutilations going on here. Science? We need to find these scientist folks" Any idea which way?
“I think the church would be a good place to start, although I’m not sure where we are, really.” Dorceran looks up and around for a church bell tower or some sort of land mark
"Zenara is gone... Oh, it doesn't matter, let's get out of here - that monstrosity was disgusting." Ekane glances at the others, waiting for a decision to be made before she follows suit behind Sylvalur.
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4 stelth
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Alax looks shaken by the fluid on them, as well as disgusted. “Trust me brother, I will be cleaning myself at the earliest opportunity.” They say weakly. One of their hands begins to glow, and they hold it to their head as if in prayer. After a few seconds, they stand up a little straighter. “Much better.” They whisper. “Wait, does anyone know where our dwarven brother has gone?” They say after a few seconds. (Alax used 2 of his 5 lay on hands points to heal himself back to 6 health)
she/it pronouns
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Dorceran is too distracted by the attack on Alax. “I think it safe to assume you may now be infected. We need to hurry.”
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Sylvalur
He covers his mouth and moves over to search the beast and the other kobolds. "What was going on here?"
Investigation 26
While searching he asks "where shall we hurry to Dorceran? Anyone see which way our guide went?"
While searching, you find nothing of real intrest; some darts off of the kobolds and some peices of paper that look like they have the same poem as was on the wall earlier, and nothing on the monster, seeing as it didn’t exactly have pockets to put things in. It’s not that you couldn’t find anything, but rather there was nothing to find.
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((No idea what the thing itself is?))
(It was a thickkkkk kobold)
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Oh yeah, sorry.
This is clearly some kind of mutated or peiced together kobold. It’s a lot larger and stronger than it should be. You think it’s been mutated because of the small, useless wings... and then you notice something else. Part of the thing has fallen apart, and beneath the armor you see something a kobold shouldn’t have. There are two sacs that look suspicious, and then you smell it. Diethyl ether, or so you think. This probably means that the kobold could breathe fire.
(If you aren’t aware, diethyl ether is a natural gas that dragons would be able to produce, and it’s highly flammabe. It’s how they would breathe fire if they were real)
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
Sylvalur
Looks up and around at the group, "there is some seriously messed up mutilations going on here. Science? We need to find these scientist folks" Any idea which way?
“I think the church would be a good place to start, although I’m not sure where we are, really.” Dorceran looks up and around for a church bell tower or some sort of land mark
Paladin - warforged - orange
"Well, no scientist here," Meilanann comments, looking around. He looks around again. "Where'd she go?"
(I’m not sure if you know this or not because I’m bad at painting word pictures, but there is another tunnel that you could go through)
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Sylvalur
"Hey look, another tunnel I have just noticed! Guess we should press on?" He starts moving again
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13
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"Zenara is gone... Oh, it doesn't matter, let's get out of here - that monstrosity was disgusting." Ekane glances at the others, waiting for a decision to be made before she follows suit behind Sylvalur.
Sylcan Naïlo - Eladrin Blood Hunter - DragonDenn's Dragonlords | Althaea Sylvaranth - Wood Elf Druid - JorvikDave's Storm King's Thunder | Ekane - Half-orc Warlock - Murk Over Gladerown | Aoth Meliamne - Aasimar Sorcerer - WoobyDoobyDoo's Vraleon
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“Agreed.” Dorceran will continue down the tunnel
Paladin - warforged - orange
“Agreed, brothers. Let us continue.” Alax voices.
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(If we're being stealthy: 24)
Sylcan Naïlo - Eladrin Blood Hunter - DragonDenn's Dragonlords | Althaea Sylvaranth - Wood Elf Druid - JorvikDave's Storm King's Thunder | Ekane - Half-orc Warlock - Murk Over Gladerown | Aoth Meliamne - Aasimar Sorcerer - WoobyDoobyDoo's Vraleon
I also DM RemCultist's Frozen Sick
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4 stelth
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I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
As the other continue further through the tunnel, Meilanann makes a sound of worry, but then follows behind.
Stealth: 7