Prologue - Death House

Amalthea moves to try and get herself between the creature and her compatriots. Once she is in range, she will bring her warhammer down upon the enemy. She moves her shield up again and casts Shield of Faith to protect herself and the nearest party member.

This is no beast nor creature he knew of, so Taniwha followed Amalthea‘s lead. From his height advantage on the table Taniwha leaps using the Dwarven Warrior as a distraction, landing next to the creature with a flash of steel and a fluid hammer kick strike . . .

Round One (Cont'd)

Amalthea surges forward, slamming her hammer down on the creature, crushing its mouth-tentacles and stunning it just long enough for Taniwha to find an opening. He deftly leaps off the table and guts the monster and kicks it in one motion, exploding its head and spraying slimy green gore across the room.

With the thing on the floor, you can clearly see it is a slimy green worm about the size of a dog. Its four barbed mouth-tentacles lie crushed around its chitinous pincers.Now that the party is alone, they hear chanting clearly coming from both of the halls before you. No other living things stir in this room, and nothing moves except for the shadows dancing along the walls and support timbers.

"Ew..."

Amalthea shakes the goo off her warhammer and looks about the group.

"Hope that didn't bother those chanters too much, lead on."

She brings up her shield once again and prepares to take the rear guard.

Narissa crinkles her nose at the… leftovers of the thing. ‘Yuck.’ She thinks. "At least it’s dead now."

Abe gives an approving nod. "Indeed. Now, about the chanting..."

Taniwha’s daggers dissolve as quickly as his features into the shadows of his hood, "The chanters." The Tiefling moves off to lead the group through the exit he thinks in north, with hardly a sound he enters the shadows . . .

Narissa follows Taniwha as quietly as she can.

The party manages to make it quietly down the northern hall, another narrow 5-foot-wide passage lined with support beams. They take some thin, eroded steps downwards and come to a junction where another hall runs west, and it is from this western hall that the chanting drifts. This hall slopes downward for thirty feet, and in the torchlight the eagle-eyed Taniwha notices that the floor is smooth for once. Not a single footprint nor boot track is preserved in the ancient clay floor of the hall.

Taniwha signals the team to stop and wait as soon as he notices the smoothness of the floor. Leaning back towards the group he whispers, "The floor is unnaturally smooth for a clay floor, no marks of passing. Let us move slowly and check as we go."

The Tiefling will slow his movement examining the floor, walls and ceiling as he goes. Looking for any traps or other devices looking to impede them. He’ll also use his spear to test the floor in front of them, stabbing the tip into the clay.

Amalthea stays back as directed by Taniwha, watching the others move ahead of her, still guarding the rear. She focuses on her Divine Sense and takes a moment to feel the clay floor. Does her Stonecunning tell her anything?

Narissa stops at Taniwha's words. "I could send my magic hand along the floor in front of us. In case there'r pits or something." She casts the hand, just to be ready if the others want.

Taniwha holds his progress forward at Narissa’s suggestion, Good idea Narissa, I will follow after the hand."