You follow a cart filled with refuse to a large pipe where the cart driver stops to empty his trash. You know this is a good entrance to the sewer and a normally unseen place. You feel you have to go in too seek the unknown
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Rat-Lir sticks to the shadows and enters the sewer, but at a quick pace. He sniffs the air and watches out for any predators below that might delay him.
Lir quickly detects the many other vermin filling these pipes and pathways. He picks up a strong smell of rotting flesh to the east, and mostly just bipedal leavings to the west
As Lir zips through the muck, down the seemingly endless corridor he finds a rotting wood door covering a roughly cut opening in the wall. The death smell is very strong here, but you smell the scent of the living as well. Along with the smell of burning wax. There is a faint light coming from within
As Lir squeezes under the door he is greeted with a deep voice.." it's about time you showed up. Dragon is thirsty. He is due a sacrifice "
Soon as he says sacrifice, your animal form ends. The room is filled with corpses. Some whole and fresh, some dismembered and rotting. Across the room a large, fat human standing next to a row of candles and crudely constructed altar and shrine to your God Dagon. Symbols of the cult drawn in blood all around the floor and walls. The human is filthy and wearing a filthy, tattered cloak with patches sewn in. The patches look like faces skinned from victims, that appear to be maybe elvish. In his hands he is carrying a wicked looking spiked club
He bellows in laughter, his deep voice echoing in the small chamber. “ oh, so you wish to volunteer your own life force? Well this will be an easy promotion for myself “
he approaches, spinning the club in light circles as he prepares to bash your skull into the floor.
The servant of Dagon has slightly misjudged the distance in his glee and the club bashes into your shoulder instead of your head as he intended. He lets out a hysterical laughter.
” Seems the terrible Dagon wishes for a more entertaining sacrifice “
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"Dagon receives his due."
As the club strikes down, it is as if Lir collapses inward. Suddenly the would-be supplicant is surprised by a rush of tentacles striking out, seeking to grapple him -
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“ aahhh, ho…heh he. One O’ me favorite tricks “ he says as he dodges out of the way of the tentacles. Surprisingly agile for such a plump fellow. He pulls some dry crusty nasty stuff from the back of his pants, says some dark words and swallows the filth. After a second he punches into his own belly and vomits a sickening mass of putrid fluid which fills up a 10ft radius all around you.
Make a con sav save dc 13 or take 9 necrotic dmg. 1/2 if successful.
You follow a cart filled with refuse to a large pipe where the cart driver stops to empty his trash. You know this is a good entrance to the sewer and a normally unseen place. You feel you have to go in too seek the unknown
Rat-Lir sticks to the shadows and enters the sewer, but at a quick pace. He sniffs the air and watches out for any predators below that might delay him.
Perception: 28
(Advantage from Rat sense of smell)
Lir quickly detects the many other vermin filling these pipes and pathways. He picks up a strong smell of rotting flesh to the east, and mostly just bipedal leavings to the west
Rot is preferable to effluvia - Lir heads east.
As Lir zips through the muck, down the seemingly endless corridor he finds a rotting wood door covering a roughly cut opening in the wall. The death smell is very strong here, but you smell the scent of the living as well. Along with the smell of burning wax. There is a faint light coming from within
Lir uses his rodent-collapsible spine to squeeze beneath the door and will scurry to a safe spot to observe.
Stealth 16
As Lir squeezes under the door he is greeted with a deep voice.." it's about time you showed up. Dragon is thirsty. He is due a sacrifice "
Soon as he says sacrifice, your animal form ends. The room is filled with corpses. Some whole and fresh, some dismembered and rotting. Across the room a large, fat human standing next to a row of candles and crudely constructed altar and shrine to your God Dagon. Symbols of the cult drawn in blood all around the floor and walls. The human is filthy and wearing a filthy, tattered cloak with patches sewn in. The patches look like faces skinned from victims, that appear to be maybe elvish. In his hands he is carrying a wicked looking spiked club
Lir drops to his knees to prostrate himself and grunts in Abyssal
"I serve until Dagon's rise."
He bellows in laughter, his deep voice echoing in the small chamber. “ oh, so you wish to volunteer your own life force? Well this will be an easy promotion for myself “
he approaches, spinning the club in light circles as he prepares to bash your skull into the floor.
initiative:
7
Initiative 6
Lir keeps gibbering in Abyssal, remains in the same pose.
( man, I thought you had that for sure, lol)
the disgusting man brings down his club with a mighty swing, eyes glazed over with anticipation of the power he is to be rewarded with.
Attack: 20 Damage: 10
The servant of Dagon has slightly misjudged the distance in his glee and the club bashes into your shoulder instead of your head as he intended. He lets out a hysterical laughter.
” Seems the terrible Dagon wishes for a more entertaining sacrifice “
"Dagon receives his due."
As the club strikes down, it is as if Lir collapses inward. Suddenly the would-be supplicant is surprised by a rush of tentacles striking out, seeking to grapple him -
Tentacles: 14
Hit: 14
Grapple check - DC 16.
“ aahhh, ho…heh he. One O’ me favorite tricks “ he says as he dodges out of the way of the tentacles. Surprisingly agile for such a plump fellow. He pulls some dry crusty nasty stuff from the back of his pants, says some dark words and swallows the filth. After a second he punches into his own belly and vomits a sickening mass of putrid fluid which fills up a 10ft radius all around you.
Make a con sav save dc 13 or take 9 necrotic dmg. 1/2 if successful.
https://www.dndbeyond.com/spells/1653962-pool-of-cess
CON save: 19
Takes the 11 points of necrotic damage.
Lashes out once again - 13
Hit: 11
Grapple Check: DC 16
He easily bats the tentacles to the side as he wades into his own disgusting pool ( con sav 6) and swings his club at you again.
Attack: 18 Damage: 7
he begins laughing hysterically, totally unhinged as he does and it seems to you that the elvish faces sewn into the cloak are laughing as with him
He takes 12 damage from the pool of Cess
Octo-Lir spits an inky substance out, wounds opening in its skin.
Lashes out one last time -
14
If hits: 9
DC 16 grapple check (suckers crossed on this one!)
Locked in the ecstasy of the pain he is inflicting, he is slow to evade the grasping tentacles. Str sav 19