The Changing Hunt

Alin gestures at the creature nearest to above our group and two blue blurs manifest near its midsection.

"Nice knives!" Gunnar compliments Alin as he manifests the blue blades in range of the toad monsters. He can't quite make out where they end up, but damn they looked badass. "Alas, my axe can't do that, but that's why I have my girls!"

He pulls forth one of four Javelins. This one is adorned with a black feather and the head has a nasty hook in it. "This one's named Gertie. Ready to fly, lass?"

He gives the javelin a kiss as he readies it for violence.

Kevin asks his battle cat to guard him and the changeling while he works on the mechanism. He shifts while he works as he predicts that he will properly not be allowed to finish his work undisturbed.

Mrak also pulls a javelin and readies himself to throw it at the closest Slaadi.

Two of the red slaads run along the ceiling towards opposite walls, and then they use their claws to leverage themselves along the walls. They start to "climb" downward towards the floor to you all.

They get to about 30 feet, and though the psychic blades do not hit, and neither does Mrak's javelin, Gunnar sticks one with his javelin, and it sits in his back as he continue to try to climb the wall downwards towards you.

Strangely, two of the puddles on the walls (one next to each of the slaadi crawling down the walls) aligns underneath the slaadi, and once parallel and aligned, they emit a strange green beam that causes the slaadi to float towards the middle of the cavern, outside their control.The restrained slaad above grins, and croaks a horrible bellowing sound as his red skin starts to rip. In a grotesque manner, the skin breaks and explodes like a melon with too much pressure, and flies off of the red slaad, and from the nasty gooey remains emerges a green slaad.

In your minds you hear, I have awaited this for decades. Floating fools, consume them!

The red slaadi float helplessly above you, but attempt to swim in the air closer to you, unsuccessfully.After some working on the mechanism, you are able to pry the lever out of the wall and pull it, and the hatch starts opening a 10-foot by 10-foot section of the back wall (not the wall that the slaadi are crawling down). It is opening to a dark tunnel, roughly 10 feet by 10 feet, and goes farther than 60 feet, but it is opening slowly.

Once Kevin is sure that he can't make the mechanism go any faster, then withdraws towards the opening door while he has a wand trained on the floating frog people. When the door has opened a hands breath he takes a quick peak inside, just to make sure that they are infact opening a way out, and not letting any more trouble in.

After he lets Gertie sail into the air, Gunnar stops a moment to appreciate the situation.

"Whacking floating toad warriors out of the air ... are you seeing this too, Mrak? I am starting to wonder if I had a little to much of that mushroom beer."

Not deterred in the slightest, he pulls out his grandfather's axe and swings it at the nearest Red Slaad now that they've gotten themselves into melee range.

Mrak tries to skewer the same slaad on the end of his sword.

"Spells and skewerings," Ghillie reiterated, "and that one just got more powerful. If you won't run, throw everything at red!"

The air around the old druid darkened as a halo of spores swirled around him before some settled on his skin and living armour.

"And I get the feeling you young folks won't run..."

Alin slowly backs toward the opening door and again gestures with their hands at the red slaad that is engaged with the front line. The blue dagger like streaks of psychic energy again manifest just before reaching the creature.
"What happens if we pop a green one?"

"The green's less powerful and it's also still tied up!"