Expedition: White Plume Mountain

The group, accompanied by Valinar's lights, descends the ladder and the spiral stair. The staircase winds down for what has to be at least a hundred feet before coming to an end. As you descend, those of you with keen senses (Passive Perception 13+) notice the low, regular vibrations gently thumming within the walls. It's a bit... unsettling.

At the bottom of the staircase the floor is covered with water. Floating upon it are patches of green and white scum. Some of the scum has gained purchase on the rock walls and ceiling. It clings there, moist and ugly, staining the smoothly carved volcanic rock. Just opposite the bottom of the staircase you can see a ten-foot wide corridor that heads east.

Ohica steps into the warm water to examine the scum. It sloshes around gently as her steps make small ripples. It's thick, moist and slimy. The green and white seem to be of different kinds. While they intermingle, they don't mix.

Eithne has never seen such a substance before.

Valinar examines the scum closely. He's seen similar stuff before near sewers and in underground caves, but never of this particular shade of green.

As you slowly gather in the water to peer at the scum, the footsteps and motion churns the water a bit. The water, and the dispersed bits of scum, splash up towards you.

Anyone desiring to not be splashed by scum, should make a dex save!

Eithne deftly avoids the scum, while Ohica pulls up her shield and the scum slips around it and splashes over her arms. Valinar, steps backwards and directly into a clump of the stuff. Ohica and Valinar detect a grimy, unpleasant, smell - but otherwise, the scum appears to be rather mundane.

Boide stumbles forward, tripping over a loose bit of stone at the bottom of the stairwell, and lands face first in a thick portion of the scum. Scrambling to his feet, the stinky, moist substance slowly runs down his face and slops its way back onto the surface of the water.

Ohica reaches the passage and finds that it is ankle deep with the warm, scummy water. It winds its way deeper into the mountain.

Tolvaj, making every effort not to get splashed by the scum, puts his hand on the wall to steady himself and plants it right into the thick of a patch of the white, smelly stuff.