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LIAM: Oh, that’s great.
SUMALEE: Come join us.
TALIESIN: I’ll come down with you, that’s fine.
LIAM: Do I feel you next to me?
ASHLY: Yeah, maybe I’ll put my hand on you?
LIAM: Do I? If I feel the dwarf next to me, I
would use a free hand to jam some licorice back
into my mouth and start chewing furiously,
anxiously. I’m so scared of everything. And cast
Haste again, into the dwarf.
ASHLY: Tight.
MATT: Okay, so you have one minute before that
spell goes away.
LIAM: One minute, ja. I know. You are again on
methamphetamines.
ASHLY: Perfect.
MATT: Okay. As you enter this lower chamber, you
come in with a fair light. You look over on the
table and there are the implements there. You step
out and there is a moment where you touch your
foot to the ground, and something gives way. You
see a cable that was run through the ground
quickly whip up the air, and you glance up to see
heavy netting that contains a bunch of broken
brick and stone that falls down from the center of
the chamber. I need both Nott and Nila to make
dexterity saving throws, please.
SAM: We’re not still under the influence of any
sort of thing?
MATT: It only lasts a– nice.
SUMALEE: 21.
SAM: 11.
MATT: 11. That’s a failure on your point. That is
eight points of bludgeoning damage to you, four
points to you, as this pile of stone fills the
corner. You guys manage to step off to the side
and pull yourself out of the rubble, but you get
the sense now that this room is definitely trapped
and there is definitely an awareness within and
deeper of your presence. Nila, as you recover from
this, you glance up and see the cage in the corner
that you had passed when you first entered and you
see a hand hanging off one of the metal bars– a
tiny, familiar hand: a bit of fur that covers
and vanishing into the faint, grayish-blue tint of
what is Asar’s hand.
SUMALEE: I want to go to him, to touch him– but I
want to make sure that there’s nothing that is
going to trigger something else.
MATT: Make an investigation check.
SUMALEE: Oh! I’m so nervous! 19?
MATT and MARISHA: That’s cocked.
SUMALEE: (groans)
MARISHA: Yeah, sorry. It was almost good.
SUMALEE: Eight.
MATT: Plus?
SUMALEE: Plus my, which check?
MATT: Investigation.
SUMALEE: Nine– oh, no, minus one. Seven, shit.