The Kraken’s lucky number 8.

Iron Ranger wrote:

SullyB74 wrote:

[Tillak will relinquish the use of his lantern to Gundrabu.]

Tillak tests the firmness of the wax with his foot. He looks at his companions.

"Ythaqqa's bones! I have never seen such a thing!"  

The wax holds the Giant Esquimeaux...

 

Ahead, Gundrabu stares down inside of the fount and Kondor remains on the slab behind you.

Iron Ranger wrote:

Eirvit wrote:

The Kraken’s lucky number 8.

Extremely wise to choose his fave!

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ooc: sorry, been swamped, distracted.

Kondor chooses 6 (bc that's what I rolled).
He is aware of zoning out - likely exhaustion - but a surge of adrenaline and he tries to remain watchful.

d100: 16!

Iron Ranger wrote:

fireinthedust wrote:

d100: 16!

Kondor alone notices a white hue shining up from the fount onto Gundrabu's face.

"Gundrabu, look!" Kondor points out the glow. "A glowing white hue from the fount!"


ooc:  Yeah! Let's do this!

Eirvit wrote:

“What? No, the shadows are playing tricks with your mind.”

Still, Gundrabu closes the glands in his palm, to minimize his own light source (or he shutters the lantern—I’m losing track), to see if he can perceive what Kondor describes. As he does so, he says:

“There is a corpse tied, as if in sacrifice or execution, in the bottom of this pit. I want to investigate.”

Gundrabu doesn't perceive any hue at all, but is the corpse below swaying slightly or are his eyes playing tricks??
 

Gundrabu is overcome with awe. He stumbles away from the brink, one hand fumbling for his holy symbol, and looks, his eyes wide with astonishment,  to his companions.

“I — I don’t understand it. It — it’s uncanny below, perhaps even eldritch.”

SullyB74 wrote:

Tillak tightens his grip on his war pick. 

"Whatever is below, it will feel the bite of my pick!" 

Gundrabu doesn't call for your help or reach for his own weapon, he remains staring down into the fount at the corpse he described and fumbling his holy symbol out.

Last edited by Iron Ranger (2/25/2021 8:54 pm)

fireinthedust wrote:

"Gundrabu, you say the body is moving? Get back, then." Kondor touches Gundrabu's shoulder, concerned it's what's causing the cleric to merely fumble with his holy symbol. The barbarian recalls that they never did get the source of the strange voices discerned after the fireball was sent up to it, and that mind effects may be in play here.

Kondor treads across the hardened wax past Tillak, (who stands near but not with the cleric) and joins Gundrabu at the fount. The reassuring hand doesn't perceive flinching or knotted muscles, and Gundrabu is calm. The barbarian does indeed see the pale white hue shining up onto the esquimeaux's face.