Kerri initiative 8

Round 1

In the dark, lit by the dim light of the covered lantern, Lyss can feel Dnee growing in front of her and struggles not to fall into the sewage. She uncovers the lantern, dropping it to the floor and just at the edge of your vision you can all see a grapefruit sized floating orb with a bulbous eye in its center, a gnashing maw and four stalks with smaller eyes on them.

Dnees head hits the curved ceiling of the sewer as his growth stops. He can feel something slimy on his head.

A frigid beam shoots out of one of the eyes on a stalk towards Aimee. (Please make a DEX save or 12 Cold damage)

Another eye fixes onto Dnee, he feels a force pushing him backwards, but feeling heavier from his adjusted size he doesn’t budge. 

Aimee, fires a blast of cackling energy at the orb, striking it in the eye as it retreats into the darkness, just out of view, howling.

(awaiting Sparks action)

Spark will hurl flame.

Attack: 13 Damage: 1

Running ahead of the group, spark creates a flame in his hand which he throws at the orb, slightly singing it.

Renaer runs ahead grabbing the lantern as he goes. Seeing Aimee running back from, he pats her on the shoulder, checking she’s ok. He runs ahead with spark standing in front of him and lighting the way ahead so the abomination can be seen. “Foul creature, your time terrorising the underworld of this great site are over.” He calls out.

Standing behind Dnee, Kerri mutters a prayer as a holy flame engulfs the monster. 16 3

The spherical creature, drops to the ground, burning away.

"What in the Nine Hecks was that?!"

Dex save: 14

(Too late?

Guessing that makes it though!)

"It's an eye thing! A small one, there are bigger ones!"

Aimee approaches the eye thing and nudges it with a foot.

(Yes it saves, taking no damage, yay)

Renaer inspects the creature. “I’ve heard of these before. Gazers.... manifestations of a greater abberations dreams. But.... a beholder in the city? That can’t be good.”

"Maybe it was just lost? I know that happens sometimes!"

She checks for more things around and her eyes land on the giant Dnee and snorts with laughter, having to lean on a wall. Wiping her face with her nasty hands she chokes out,

"Wow! Thats great! How'd you do that? And how'd all your stuff grow with you?"

Dnee grunts as his head hits the ceiling. "I clearly overestimated the height," he mutters to himself. As the even more diminutive figure of Aimee stares at him, Dnee laughs and replies, "I don't know. Something about a runestone I touched a few years ago... I have no other explanation other than I've got a little bit of residue magic in me." Looking at the giant maul in his hand, he continues, "Not sure how my equipment keeps up with my size. But wouldn't it make sense?" He doubles over as they continue down the sewer, keeping his head low so he doesn't bump into the ceiling again.

Kerri looks at the gazer, a little grossed out by it. "Ya... how would a Beholder be in this city."

Renaer sighs, “I know some dark happenings occur in this city, but I dread to think what these Xanathars have got themselves into.” 


This intersection is similar to the ones you passed before, with a yellow marking on the right hand path. A ladder between the two paths also leads up to a stone shaft with a metal cover .

"We want to check out what's up that ladder? Dnee can you peek? Otherwise we go to the right!"

Renaer looks up at Dnees towering form. “Sir, would you be examining the ladder or should we make our way?”

Dnee snaps out of his trance. "On it," he grumbles as he climbs up the ladder and swings open the metal cover. He assumes it's just another connector to the overworld, but better to check and be safe.

Peeking his head up through the hole, Dnee can see what looks like the cellar of tavern. Racks of bottles and casks line the walls and he can hear boisterous revelry coming from upstairs.

"What do you see Dnee? Is it Floon?"

Dnee looks around the cellar of the tavern. "No, I don't see no Floon... Would you mind coming up here and taking a peek from inside? I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to fit."

"Pass me up!"

Lysslin climbs up into the Cellar. Looking around, she recognises this as being the cellar of the Spouting Fish, a Tavern on the border of the Dock and Southern wards, she’d once lifted some beverages from this cellar when they refused to serve her based on how young she looks.

There is no sign of Floon, or anybody else for that matter, but she can hear that the tavern is still open as she can hear merriment from above. There is a creaky wooden staircase leading up to a battered wooden door that is usually locked, however on busy nights, the staff are in and out of the cellar getting stock and it’s not unusual for the door to be left ajar. 

The Tavern itself is a labyrinth of noisy boisterousness, like drinking in the middle of a street brawl. It’s central area dominated by a large water fountain depicting a fish spouting water.

She hops back down and reports where they are.

"I wonder if they're connected to the Xanathar Guild? Like a front business?"