Chapter Four: The Manifest of the Harikan Squall

The tunnel finally ends at a dense wall made up of some white fibrous substance.

"Here we are," Grimzo says, his tone noticeably less jovial than you'd all come to get used to. "Might want to step back a little."

He drops to one knee, removes his backpack, and takes out a small wooden folding stool, which he sets on the ground, and a small black figurine of a dog with copper eyes, which he sets on the stool.

"We are here," Grimzo says in a barely audible whisper. "Come forth, come forth. Your sister wills it. Your mother permits it. Come forth, Wigludru, come forth."

Your torches flicker as something like a great cold shadow passes over you. The stool tips over, and the dog figurine is no longer there. Grimzo draws a sharp breath.

Something massive and black coalesces next to the white wall. You can't make out its exact form, but it starts to move: armlike shadows rear back and swing down hard into the wall. White dust and rootlike fragments spray out as the shadow tears into the wall with rapid, unrelenting blows.

Would anybody like to do or say anything while the shadow-thing is attacking the wall?

To your questions, Grimzo holds up a finger for silence while the shadow does its work.

At last, when a hole of sufficient size for the part to pass through has been torn through the wall, the shadow stops. It turns briefly, and you see two glowing, copper-colored eyes glaring malevolently at you, and then the shadow seems to fold in on itself, and a chill wind blows down the tunnel. Reflexively, all of you shudder and close your eyes.

When you open them again Grimzo is hurriedly gathering the figurine and the stool up, placing them back in his backpack. As soon as he's done, he wheels around to face Mordred. "Don't say his name again. He's the Lady's brother. That's all you need to know. Alright? And he's done his part." He spreads his hands, palms down, in a gesture of done-ness. He looks to Felor. "Who'd you say? 'Wormfellow?' Never heard of him. We don't truck much with folk from the Sett." He waves his arm toward the hole in the wall. "Anyway, there you have it. I go no farther. Just keep heading southward, should be a more or less linear path til you get to the crypts. If you see anything that looks like an interesting detour...don't take it." He grins, but in the aftermath of Wigludru's summoning, his grin has lost some of its prior insouciance. "Good luck to you all."

Anything anyone wants to do here before pressing on to the crypts under Hazard?

I'm ready to roll.

Good to go

Vad is ready

Let's rock and roll.

I have some mapping to do, so as you make your way through the dank subterranean passage that leads beneath Hazard, it's time for another ABILITY CHECK THROWDOWN Y'ALL

The rules, in case anyone forgot:
You are in a very long, fairly linear, underground tunnel of varying composition and terrain. You will pass through rocky natural caves, smooth bores, and cramped manmade passages. Feel free to make use of any geological or other features these bring to mind as inspiration for your rolls.