Chapter 1: Year 1281, Summer

In a flash of activity, ML and Stitch manage to eliminate both the antennaeboys! Their husks fall to the ground with a twitch, which unfortunately draws the attention of the melty men, who howl as the creatures fall!

Combat, waiting on Revelry to take an action before meltys.

The melty creature nearest to Revelry turns to face the hallway where you all poured out of and seethes, sending a spray of noxious spittle across the floor, just as Tolwir rushes towards them. He can't quite make it the whole way there, however, stopping about ten feet shy. The two creatures lumber forward towards Tolwir, slashing out with their claws! The first one seems to be shaken, however, and slices into nothing but air. The second stops his swing just for a moment as he watches the other fail with curiosity. This proves to be too great a distraction, and he comes up with a whiff as well!

PCs are back up. Roll 20 has been updated. Melty 1 is the one with the red dot. Melty 2 has a blue dot.

Marie-Louise's magic blows a solid hole right through the middle of the first melty-man. Stitch, seeing the perfect opportunity as the other melty man reaches out to put his hand in the gaping hole in his friend, sends an arrow sailing over Tolwir's head, dropping the other melty man to the ground.

Combat over! One shot/two shot. Dead melty guys.

You find one of your arrows still stuck in the antennaeboy corpse. It comes out easily enough. When you get near the melty-guy, however, it would seem that his nastily acidic viscera melted the arrow into a twisted, unusable mess.

When you get close enough to inspect the bodies, you find not a ton of interest.

The party, following behind the diminutive form of Marie-Louise, makes their way across the main hall into the narrow space where she had "spoken" with Gwar'hull'ij. The sounds of crashing still echo from the room that was leaking green gas earlier. As you round the corner, putting the gas-leaking room behind you, you are presented with a hallway with five doors. Two on the left side, three on the right side. Marie-Louise, you saw Gwar'hull'ij slip into the last room on the right earlier. When you get there and knock, nothing happens for a moment. After a few tense moments, with nothing but the increasingly twisted sounds of crashing and snarling from rooms around you, the door opens and a gorbatdog looks down at Marie-Louise with his head cocked to one side. A snort and a vile drip of spit falls from his jowls, splashing onto the floor. He sees the others behind the little girl and his lip starts curling into a snarl, but he holds his otherwise expected attack.