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<span class="mu-s">Average roll: 50</span>
You walk backwards for half a minute before running into a wall. You nearly turn around before reminding yourself that if you do, you won't be walking backwards anymore, so you do your best and slide along with the slope of the wall. This eventually leads you to an open pathway which you take. You take two backwards steps before the ground disappears beneath your feet and you fall into a river of waste.
You pull yourself out on the other side of the gunk, spitting and cursing but still facing backwards. You didn't recall crossing over any liquid sewage before, but that's gotta be because this is a shortcut. You'll group up with your brothers in no time, and they can wash off your armor for you.
You continue down the corridor for a while longer until Brother Saladin's voice picks up on your helmet's Grox again. "Brother Palidius, by our estimates we should have met up with you by now. Report your location and the route you took to get there. We do not have any time to waste, the cultists have most likely noticed the missing patrol and will be sending fireteams to investigate."
"Oi. I ain't some dunce" you retort. "I'm sure my plan o' walkin' backwards will get me to where I need ta be quicker than any of your estymitts. You sure you didn't miscount the time or sumthing?"
"Negative. It has been precisely seventy-two minutes and thirty-two seconds since we began the search. The search should have concluded by the seventy-first. Brother Lautzu suspects the delay is caused by the tunnels undergoing further collapses, changing their layout and forcing us apart. Personally, I think it is because of your sudden lapse into incompetence."
Silence pours over the Grox after the insult and you stop in your tracks.
Lautzu is the first to respond. "Saladin Ali, One with Loquacious Tongue and Blade, that is a grave accusation against a brother who has fought by my side for centuries and won many titles. You will speak no more of this until we return to the Imperial Palace for our after-action report!"
"Yeah Loudz! Tell that zoggin' git what's good fer him!" you add.
Suddenly, you feel something push against your armor, followed by a horrible smell that gets inside even your airlocked armor. A raspy voice behind you shouts "halt intruder! Identify yourself," although you still can't turn around to identify who -or what- it came from.
Do you
>Smack that git and keep going! (Roll 1d20. DC 8)
>Halt and identify yourself. (Roll 1d100 for persuasion. DC 70)
