@Knox:

(So what are the group's thoughts?  Do we continue on towards Neverlight Grove?  Head towards Bligdenstone?  Follow this Trog for a bit?)

Miles:

Giving up on Knox for now, Miles responds, “A demonic invasion, huh?  That could be bad for my herbs and spices supply if they get to the surface.  Is there something we can do to help?”

The troglodyte shrugs.

"We don't have enough information yet, I'm afraid.  All we know is the source of whatever's happening is here, in the Underdark somewhere."

"Well, not sure what we should do now..." Jhazaal remarks. He glances to the statue of the warforge, and to the curled-up ball of their other companion. "We've seen that these things tend to wear off after a time, so do we just hunker down here and wait it out, or does someone have a better solution?" He continues to rub at his own eyes, trying to clear his vision.

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The troglodyte shrugs.

"We don't have enough information yet, I'm afraid.  All we know is the source of whatever's happening is here, in the Underdark somewhere."

"Where is your meeting taking place and is it closer than the Neverlight Grove?  At this point, I think all of us would be happy to find a relatively safe place in the Underdark.  So if it's close by, I think our group would be open to joining you there, if you'd have us of course."  Vera replied to the troglodyte.  Though she didn't want to presume the thoughts of her party, she doubted that any of them would have a serious issue detouring to a closer safe spot.

Miles

Good idea, Vera, though I don’t think Knox is moving under his own power for a while,” responds Miles, giving up on the metal man for now.

The trog chuckles slightly.

"Ah, you misunderstood me.  My group isn’t a physical group so much as a group of scholars that stay in touch throughout the Underdark.  I’m afraid I’d have no additional safe refuge to offer you."

Knox continues to stand rigidly still, the humming noise getting very slightly louder every so often, before settling back down to quiet background drone.

"Looks like we are waiting it out then." Jhazaal says, rubbing a hand over his bald head. He settles down against one of the walls, trying to make sure the blood is not truely real, before putting his back to it.

(Was that 90 hours until the affects wear off on Knox? So we have four days to sit around waiting?)

(I think it's only a couple of minutes for Knox)

"I see..." Vera replies "I guess our stumble through the Underdark continues."  She'll then go and check on Knox to see if there's anything she can do to help (not that she remotely knows anything about warforged biology). Medicine: 10

Knox's joints finally release their tension, coming unstuck with an odd grating noise.

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Knox's joints finally release their tension, coming unstuck with an odd grating noise.

 Miles:

"Ah, it seems the grease has finally soaked in.  Knox, how are you feeling?" asks the short but unusually strong halfling.

The tension in Knox' muscles, finally subsides and Knox almost collapses to the ground, letting out a metallic sigh.

"Aaaahhh...that, was most unpleasant."

Knox stands back up, moving his limbs through various ranges of motion.

"I don't seem to have any lasting trouble."

Knox turns to Miles and Vera,

"Thank you for your concern, I appear to have recovered from my malfunction, without injury."

Turning to the troglodyte, Knox speaks,

"Perhaps we know the source of the invasion, certainly we were witness to one of its most dangerous incursions."

"At a village called Sloobludop on the shores of the darklake, we witnessed the rise of a greater demon, Demogorgon, from the waters."

"This demon alone could be the cause of a demonic invasion, or it could just be one of its most threatening members."

"Either way, if you are searching for more on this possible invasion, that is certainly something I would recommend investigating, although with great caution."

The troglodyte pales.

"Demogorgon?  Oh.  Oh dear.  That’s not a greater demon, lad, that’s the Prince of Demons.  He wouldn’t be a cause, most likely, but a very unfortunate member. Demon lords wandering the Underdark is, well, bad would be an understatement."

"Prince of..."

You wouldn't think that Wendigo would be capable of paling, but he does it anyways.

"This is... not good."

"Do you have a way to get this knowledge to those who may be able to take action on the matter?"

"We do not posses the necessary capabilities to handle such a problem ourselves and lack the knowledge of who we could contact, who would have such capabilities."

Knox looks among his companions.

"I would be willing to contribute what capabilities I possess, to help tackle this problem, but much more help is going to be required."

The trog shrugs.

"We’re trying, lad.  We’re trying."

Miles:

"Yes, tell us how we can help.  Running to places of relative safety will do us no good if it is overrun by demons," replies Miles, adding with a wry smile, "and the quality of the food will invariably go downhill from there--we can't have that."

"I still say we get to somewhere we can rest and gather resources." Jhazaal speaks up. "Out here in the wild area of the underdark, is not going to be a good place to find those who can deal with this matter. Finding a settlement, where we can speak with others, that is where we need to go first."