The Triad
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He nods to the drow, then helps Halla to her feet, if she's still having trouble.
"Let me know if they communicate anything telepathically," he asks Fluphy.
Rolls
Insight - (1d20+9)
(16) + 9 = 25
Oh also, Concentration on Calm Emotions if that's relevant. - (1d20+7)
(10) + 7 = 17
She returns Zenithral's look with a wary one. That Lolth wants to speak to them is...unnerving. But they want to speak with her. They have little choice but to follow or go home.
"We will."
Since they arrived, these two demons have done much to try to intimidate the party, but in the end they ask if the companions will come willingly.
Zenithral does not believe that the yochlols are confident in their ability to force this group of adventurers to do anything. Perhaps if Erevain had failed to resist that spell, their attitudes would be different.
"Then come! Come to the Demonweb Pits." One woman begins casting a spell. The other keeps her eyes trained on the companions.
He shakes his head to Aribeth. "They know the way, and if they are servants of Lolth, the Spider Queen won't take kindly if we try to kill her servants."
Rolls
Arcana (What spell?) - (1d20+9)
(3) + 9 = 12
"Well, we don't know that," Alalla mutters. She continues louder. "Zenithral is right. I don't know of a better way to get to her. Just be ready."
The two demons smile and gesture to the surroundings. "Welcome to the Demonweb Pits, mortals."
Spiders and their webs seem to be the most obvious theme. Thick strands of webbing make up walls, ceiling, and much of the floor that isn't made up of rotting wooden beams. In the cracks between floorboards are hints of more webbing, spiraling downwards into an ominous gray mist. Spiders of all sizes rest about this particular chamber, multiple eyes glittering in the light of torches. In the center of the chamber is a black altar on the back of a large stone spider, both of which overlook a dark pit. The altar is wet with blood.
One of the drow women sways gracefully past Zenithral. "Remember that you could not have come here except by the power of the Spider Queen. You are in her grasp, now. You would do well to be on your... best behavior."
That word seems to echo around the chamber, as if the chitinous mouthparts of every spider begin to repeat it.
Best... best... best...
One of the demon's eyes flashes a sickly, terrible red, then returns to normal a moment later. "You will wait here for further instructions."
Slowly, but with heart-aching beauty, the yochlols leave by one of the many web-wrapped tunnels.
The bloodied alter certainly wasn't a good sign, he notes after they leave. The archer studies the room, starting with the ceiling, looking for signs of danger, or places creatures might crawl or spring from, or other signs of what this chamber was really meant for.
"Well, we're here...I suppose we...wait? Be alert, he says, as if the others weren't already. "Aribeth, see if you can...sense anything hidden." Once again, he knew Alalla's divine senses were just as keen, and wouldn't be surprised if she opened them as well, but giving Aribeth a task, even an obvious one, could continue to build their group's feeling of cohesion.
Rolls
Investigation - (1d20+9)
(12) + 9 = 21
She taps her lip, then moves away from the group and toward one of the webbed walls and the spiders there. A simple druidic spell flows from her lips, one meant to let her speak with animals. She squats down by a cat-sized spider with dripping fangs. A few moments later she backs away, hands unconsciously wiping at her skirts.
"Tis no simple beast. None of them are. They have been fed on the blood of elves and eladrin, and they crave little else." She looks at the elf-kin among them. "I would not draw too close to any of them."
"What happens to the souls of the sacrificed?" Alalla wonders aloud. She has the uneasy feeling Lolth may demand such a sacrifice for the information they seek.