Rolled 3, 18, 10 = 31 (3d20)
>>5285517>>5285536>>5285580>>5285613>>5285617You have a lot of different tasks to attend to, but this is a long journey—a week or two in each direction, you were told. You will have time. For now, you need your rest. You instruct the Novice to keep an eye on Glowie and on her namesake, while the Pit-Guard continues to de facto manage your more martial forces. You shut your eyes, and allow torpor to take you swiftly, in spite of the excitement inherent to your very first TRUE adventure, beyond your known world.
But this is NOT your world. These are NOT your familiar halls, worn by generations of clawed feet. This is a land beyond…
And you are not safe.
You awake to screaming, and to the sounds of battle. You open your eyes and see… Well, it takes you a moment to understand what it is you’re seeing. The plants—the wide-leafed, thick-trunked ones… They have uprooted themselves, and are traveling on stubby legs, lashing at your forces with tendrils—vines. However, your forces are by and large not fighting back against them… But flailing wildly in the mist of one another, or even battling with each other, faces gaunt with terror and eyes wide with madness. You start to stand, to draw your blade and to cry out to them, when you feel resistance, and are abruptly wrenched back down by the same forces—by the plant which you had been using as a pillow.
