Afternoon
Sewer level, below the DockWard
Cold overcast day with rain
Covered in thick vine-like sprouting spores, and looking quite ridiculous for that matter, the Heroes know they are in for a difficult Battle. This may be it for our brave Adventurers. At the end of the curving ramping down hallway, a grand circular chamber opens to a height of 100 feet. Opposite the entry is a tall octagonal column of jet-black stone, glowing with green symbols running up one of its faces. A deep pool of placid green glowing liquid ripples before the column, bathing the entire chamber otherworldly light. On a pedestal adjacent to the pool is a curious small cylindrical object.
Floating above the pool is a humanoid form with strange rubbery purplish flesh, dressed in black robes, wielding a red staff of searing red hot metal, at its head a twisting molten glowing magic. The creatures head is hairless and bulbous, with four long tentacles where its mouth should be. Inside all the Heroes heads' can be heard the alien voice, "You dare enter my sanctum...Fools. I shall finish what Telakin could not. Your weak minds will be a sumptuous feast, your terror a pleasing Garnish that I will slurp up with some fava beans".
As already indicated below, roll your initiative. YEAH..this could be it.
No comments:
Post a Comment