Down, down, down . . . it seems as though his prison is endless. It’s a slow fall, more of a sinking movement than anything else. The ooze burns at his polyps and he’s in agony, more acute than anything he’s felt before. He notices a skull float by, then a few bones. Perhaps fellow victims?
7 acid damage.
Mound spreads his arms, trying to slow his fall. Someone grabs onto his right arm and he turns, notices the dryconid falling with him, screaming in abject terror.
8 acid damage.
To his right is Orion, looking unbothered by the corrosive substance; whoever created him undoubtedly took great care with his wards. Mound is more than a little jealous. Beneath the trio a light begins to shine — perhaps salvation from their eldritch digestion?
8 acid damage.
His movements fueled by desperation, Mound strokes vigorously and propels himself to the light. It’s been only a few seconds, and yet he feels as though he’s been suffering an eternity. Please, please, let me be free . . .
With a soft plop, the three fall through and land in a heap on the ground of a dusty dungeon. Standing above them is a skeletal sailer holding a dagger that glows with pinkish light. He smiles, and his teeth are a blinding white. “At long last, three intrepid adventurers come to rescue me from this vile cell. I do hope you’ll comply, lest things will soon get very unpleasant for all of us.”
The trio is on the outside of the cell; the ghoul is on the inside. There’s faint movement all around them, as though the building is floating or underwater. What do you do?
Down, down, down . . . it seems as though his prison is endless. It’s a slow fall, more of a sinking movement than anything else. The ooze burns at his polyps and he’s in agony, more acute than anything he’s felt before. He notices a skull float by, then a few bones. Perhaps fellow victims?
7 acid damage.
Mound spreads his arms, trying to slow his fall. Someone grabs onto his right arm and he turns, notices the dryconid falling with him, screaming in abject terror.
8 acid damage.
To his right is Orion, looking unbothered by the corrosive substance; whoever created him undoubtedly took great care with his wards. Mound is more than a little jealous. Beneath the trio a light begins to shine — perhaps salvation from their eldritch digestion?
8 acid damage.
His movements fueled by desperation, Mound strokes vigorously and propels himself to the light. It’s been only a few seconds, and yet he feels as though he’s been suffering an eternity. Please, please, let me be free . . .
With a soft plop, the three fall through and land in a heap on the ground of a dusty dungeon. Standing above them is a skeletal sailer holding a dagger that glows with pinkish light. He smiles, and his teeth are a blinding white. “At long last, three intrepid adventurers come to rescue me from this vile cell. I do hope you’ll comply, lest things will soon get very unpleasant for all of us.”
The trio is on the outside of the cell; the ghoul is on the inside. There’s faint movement all around them, as though the building is floating or underwater. What do you do?
The dryconid, not being able to understand speech continues screaming. “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
The ghoul tries telepathy instead. Rather than use words, he instead tries to convey emotions — calming, reassurance, and a bit of anxiety about the jailer.
"Just, downstairs is that way." He escorts Raven downstairs. "Feel around. If a door is closed, don't open it. If it's open, you should be good to enter unless if someone tells you to get out." He leaves.
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
Raven blinks and goes down the hallway and into the jail area. Raven goes into a cell and closed the door behind her locking herself in and can still be seen though the cell bars
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
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Mound is falling.
3 acid damage.
Down, down, down . . . it seems as though his prison is endless. It’s a slow fall, more of a sinking movement than anything else. The ooze burns at his polyps and he’s in agony, more acute than anything he’s felt before. He notices a skull float by, then a few bones. Perhaps fellow victims?
7 acid damage.
Mound spreads his arms, trying to slow his fall. Someone grabs onto his right arm and he turns, notices the dryconid falling with him, screaming in abject terror.
8 acid damage.
To his right is Orion, looking unbothered by the corrosive substance; whoever created him undoubtedly took great care with his wards. Mound is more than a little jealous. Beneath the trio a light begins to shine — perhaps salvation from their eldritch digestion?
8 acid damage.
His movements fueled by desperation, Mound strokes vigorously and propels himself to the light. It’s been only a few seconds, and yet he feels as though he’s been suffering an eternity. Please, please, let me be free . . .
With a soft plop, the three fall through and land in a heap on the ground of a dusty dungeon. Standing above them is a skeletal sailer holding a dagger that glows with pinkish light. He smiles, and his teeth are a blinding white. “At long last, three intrepid adventurers come to rescue me from this vile cell. I do hope you’ll comply, lest things will soon get very unpleasant for all of us.”
The trio is on the outside of the cell; the ghoul is on the inside. There’s faint movement all around them, as though the building is floating or underwater. What do you do?
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Perception: 17
Yes that is a +10, +5 wisdom +5 proficiency bonus
Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
Jack can’t discern where the Illusion is coming from, but the danger is definitely real.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"Don't follow, unless you're willing to risk life and limb!"
Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
The dryconid, not being able to understand speech continues screaming. “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
The ghouls frowns. “Stop that. You’re ruining my moment.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
“Oh, c’mon. You’re not even being digested anymore. You’re fine. Stop screaming, you’ll alert the jailer.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*Screams in confused mushroom spider elf*
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
The ghoul tries telepathy instead. Rather than use words, he instead tries to convey emotions — calming, reassurance, and a bit of anxiety about the jailer.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Normiah is inside the Barnacle for a snack break. He's oblivious to the events occuring right now.
Angler is approaching the shore, looking slightly nervous.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
It hisses at the ghoul and backs into a corner, silencing it’s screams.
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
The ghoul grins. “Much better. Now how about letting me out of this cage?”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Raven has stolen the captain's bedsheets and is trying to sew new clothes
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
Crack the Barghest is still wandering around deck
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
Normiah sees the kid. "One, you don't wanna steal people's bedsheets. Two, you should probably get out of the public space if you're gonna do that."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
"I am in a room though"
*Raven isnt. she got lost and THINKS that she is*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
"Just, downstairs is that way." He escorts Raven downstairs. "Feel around. If a door is closed, don't open it. If it's open, you should be good to enter unless if someone tells you to get out." He leaves.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
Raven blinks and goes down the hallway and into the jail area. Raven goes into a cell and closed the door behind her locking herself in and can still be seen though the cell bars
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*hi*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose