Tunnels

You all back out of the short hallway and Valpip connects a small funnel into the lock and a vial on top of the funnel Acid he explains before retreating. The box sitting just outside the door unfolds 4 legs, one form each edge and a crossbow from the top. With a snap of his fingers the acid pours down the glass funnel and into the lock. There is a crackling and popping noise and after a few moment s the lock face falls to the floor. Mere moments later 4 spear like spikes pierce the area in front of the door, followed by another a foot closer to you and rotated about 30 degrees. This continues each foot, with the rotation varying, until the short hall is filled with the spear like traps.

A few moments pass then . . . . . Thud . . . . Thud . . Thud you all feel and hear and hear a pulse that begins to sound like a heartbeat. Just as it becomes recognizable you hear a scraping sound then a loud thud from the room. A wave of magical energy passes over everyone making you feel like something is watching, and examining, each of you.

The spears all retract and you see that the locked door is now open. A hand grasps the door frame and a head follows peering around until it spots you I must feed. Feed me Now!. As the words reach you, each of you feel the need to rush towards the figure and feed it, though you do not know how.

Roll a save test, 2d6 any roll of a 5 or 6 and you are fine, otherwise your next turns first action is to move to the figure.

Vlax starts to walk forward only to be tackled by Blornvid.

Down the hall the human looking man steps out looking stick and gaunt. After Skeeve's attacks the man snarls

Valpip looks the man over cautiously what exactly do you eat he asks. Meanwhile his hands seem to be assembling something all on their own, retiring items from various pockets and adding them to the assembly.

Glancing at Valpip the man answers I'm not sure, but I know you have it. The transformation of not yet complete, I am so weak.

He configures advancing as he talks glancing at the struggling figures and the calm Gnome and finally his gaze fixes on the one who shot him. The man is converted in targeted clothing with odd strips of something richey and hairy, possibly leather around around him. His son looks unhealthyand drawn tight over his lean muscles and tall frame. Stumbling as first his staggering steps soon smooth out to fluid gravel moments giving him the look of a predator waking from a deep sleep. In a rush of speed the man dashes up to Skeeve and moves to grab him

The man grabs Skeeve and shoes his face right up to Skeeve's, then sniffs a bit before opening his mouth to inhale. As he does a glowing red must is pulled from Skeeve and enters the man's mouth. Color begins to return to his skin and he seems to fill out a bit.
Skeeve takes 1 damage and can not move away
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