GAME CHAT 3: The Mournland

Malbor lurks in the back of the group, not too far behind, but not too close either. He glances around, half expecting attack to come at any moment. This looks like an unforgiving place.

Ovak walks over to the head of the colossus and begins to hunt it for a secret door or even a normal one for an entrance.

Mordaky kept up with the group, but internally he was struggling seeing all these soldiers dead and caught frozen forever in their last moments.

"Ya'll real professional, keepin your heads in the game. I like dat" he looked at the gigantic Warforged head with some awe, "Dis thing was killin' dees soldiers, how do you fight dat?"

"You don't. That is why they are all dead." Malbor says. It is difficult to say whether it is gallows humor or just a statement of fact.

As the party reaches the crossroad a chemical smell is followed by a slight sensation of burning assaults your nose and mouth.  Your lungs creak as it becomes harder to breath.

The black fog blanketing the ground begins to coalesce into a cloud as the chemical smell intensifies.  Fluids begin to flow from your eyes and nose.  The lungs heave and the throat begins to close as you start to cough and choke.  The black cloud begins to move as if it is alive.

For Fredo d’Nada the smell of this chemical, the familiar wiff when creating chemical weapons comes a bit too late. 

The cloud rolls, boils expanding to engulf the party before receding to collapse upon itself.

CON check DC (16) Ovak Fails and takes 22 Poison Damage and nearly collapses to the ground from it.

Malbor inhales a dose of the black gas.. the noxious fumes bringing him to his knees choking and wheezing before he can shut his mouth.

Moisie wraps her coat over her nose and mouth as she chokes on the black fumes.

Gasping and coughing frantically, Moisie turns to try to escape to no avail. Her axe clatters to ground as she staggers and falls.

Mordaky breathes in the black cloud and instantly drops to one knee as he feels it begin to disintegrate him from the inside. His mind reels and he stop grasping at his throat and chest, the pain causing him to irrationally think that doing that will somehow help the current situation. He feels his anger boil inside inside him, matching the intensity of the cloud.

Arcana Check results
Fredo d’Nada (18) recognizes this black cloud as one of the deadly chemical weapons he created as part of the war effort.  The mixture had a similar effect as a spell called Cloud Kill.  There are some qualities that shouldn't be present that were in the original chemical weapon that Fredo surmises are abnormalities caused by the Day of Mourning.

Kata (22!)  Has recalled lore of a dreadful creature called a Living Spell that is unique to the Mournland.  Living Spells were just normal spells or spell effects at one time then became sentient as a result of the Day of Mourning.  Kata has recalled that Living Spells can mimic the spell they derived from, they are resistant to conventional weapons and have some magical resistances as well.  Kata observes the Black Cloud retracting, collapsing upon itself and duduces it is recharging to mimic the spell attack she just experienced.  Initiative Order
Kata (12)
Ovak (9) (had the +2 int modifer as tie breaker)
Mordaky (9)
Black Cloud (7)
Fredo d’Nada (5)
Malbor (3)
Moisie (is unconscious)

Gabrielle unfortunately gets a big lungful of the vile odour and falls into a spasming, coughing fit.