Aethon lunges forward, cutting the bruiser off from the two adepts, dealing the blackscale a wicked slash from his mighty axe as he does so. Alizome takes advantage of the<span style="font-style: italic">distraction</span>to slide her blades through his back. He makes a small, sad sound as he coughs blood, and slides dead from her swords.<br/><br/>Trapped and helpless within the Priestess’s tum, Xarces can only listen, as, between churns and gurgles that work on his digestion, the sounds of battle beyond the fleshy walls of her stomach begin to intensify. Moreover, he feels… weak… as though shorn of the certain protection of his body, his divine strength, his very<span style="font-style: italic">soul</span>, are slowly being<span style="font-style: italic">stripped</span>.<br/><br/>Checks only to be made if you’re in or rapidly approaching the room - Xarces is a little closer, so he may also make these checks Perception DC20<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">The ground begins to shiver noticably, and from the well you can hear the grind of a heavy stone trapdoor… and the crunch of claw splitting stone as something begins to climb….</div></div></div>, Spellcraft DC20<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">A large pulse of (positively aligned) necromantic energy has recently flared somewhere beneath you, no more than fifty feet or so down, and it’s continuing to pulse, intensifying as it grows nearer...</div></div></div>