Expedition: White Plume Mountain

Now that the barrier has been lifted, Ohica will inspect the three exits again, more closely this time, to see if she can distinguish any differences.

(OoC: and the slapstick continues! Duuuuuhhhh...)

Boide struggles to think of what Clanggedin would do. "Uh, need anything?" he asks, of the sphinx.

Boide looks around at the others. Unfortunately, he doesn't have anything that would satisfy the sphinx. At least, not yet.

"They all look the same to me... let's just pick a random one and head out," he points to the one on the far right, "I think we should go this way!"

His lights rush over and outline the rightmost passage.

"Why not!?" Tolvaj says to Valinar as he walks by towards the tunnel. "I'll scout ahead a bit. If you don't see any sort of signal from me then it's safe to move ahead...or that I've died. One of the two."

With that he moves into the tunnel...

Boide hefts his shield and battleaxe. "Um, don't have anything right now," he says to the sphinx. "If I find something, I'll keep you in mind." He moves to the entrance to the right passage and waits for Tolvaj's signal.

Tolvaj will stop in place and wait for the others to catch up.

Valinar will wait a little while, and as Tolvaj instructed them to, move ahead, sending his lights zipping ahead to reveal any danger.

"What is that, more slime?" calls out Boide. He sighs. "You think it's too late to try the other passages?"

Eithne follows after Boide. This pack is making far too much noise! She congratulates herself for thinking to cast her spell.

OOC: Remindi Reminding everyone that you all get +10 to stealth checks from Eithne's Pass Without Trace.

Ohica walks abreast of Boide, splashing stolidly through the water (how deep is it, on a dwarf?). She's amazed at how little noise she makes, given how much she usually flounders in water even when she tries to be quiet.

Ohica knows nothing about green slime.

OOC: Added a Nature roll to my previous post.

Eithne inspects what Tolvaj has found, and recognizes the slime, recoils from it. Pointing to the slime, she speaks to Tolvaj in Elvish, "No." As the others catch up she makes forbidding gestures and speaks in common, "No. NO."

Boide starts to backpedal, slowly. "Yes, I think we should try another passage."

Eithne recalls that the two dwarves are both priests of some sort. The feral druid pulls on Ohica's sleeve and points to the slime again. She looks at both Ohica and Boide as she struggles to form speech, her face scrunching up with the effort, "Sick. Dis...dis-DISEASE." Eithne's mangled speech is a pidgin mix of Elvish and Common, sometimes slipping into Druidic so that she shakes her head and has to go back and rephrase. "Need...mend...no, HEAL. Fire...frost...SUN..." Eithne shakes her head in frustration, thinking of the various druidic magicks that she could have used to get past this obstacle. But today this caught her unprepared.