Tandi steps through the threshold of the misty archway. One tentative step, and then another and another. It was only logical to move at such a pace when the first room she was in was rife with enough pits to make any tiger hunter proud.<br/><br/>As she continued, the mist remained just as thick and impenetrable to see through. Looking back, the archway had faded from view, if this was an open room, it might be possible to wander aimlessly forever trying to find her way back. As it was the lithesome elf's hand would disappear into the ether only a couple inches from her face. Reaching out for walls and the ceiling with her hand and rapier, she felt nothing but the swish of air. When Tandi tested the ground in front her, the rapier felt as if she were passing it over nothingness, but feeling ahead with her hand or outstretched foot, there was indeed a perceived floor. Indeed, anyone would almost be panic stricken that they would be walking over a cliff only to touch solid ground at the last possible moment.<br/><br/>What was worse than the pervasive nothingness of this place was the sensation of breathing sludge. No, more like honey. Each inhalation felt like it was flecked with a sickly minty sweetness. Tandi's eyes itched. Her nose itched. Her lips itched. Her ears itched. Instead of giving way to burning, everywhere felt cold like menthol or ice. Tandi began to feel damp and clammy from the clinging mist settling on her skin and her clothes. Her breathing began to shudder, her heart pounded and felt as if it were skipping beats.  Inhaling quickly, she could *almost* quench that latent thirst in the back of her mind. So soon after her first unwanted embrace, Tandi knew she had been kissed by the same dreaded poison that pricked her palm.<br/><br/>Before she could surrender and simply be swept away forever in eternal bliss, Tandi was through the fog back to the permanence of reality. The room she slumped in was a miserable excuse of one. Barely ten paces in any direction, and the faintest illumination of purple light from no particular source. Indeed, there was no discernable exit from this room either, just four walls with a wet sheen and masonry lines that looked organic.<br/><br/>On the arbitrary south wall, Tandi saw three drooping levers that looked like they could bend in any direction.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">There's no way for Tandi to avoid breathing in the fog for how long she had to walk, she failed a CON save again, so she's under the effects of the Slaneshi Tears again. Its also too soon to rest again as well.<br/><br/>Tandi takes 11 points of poison damage, she is poisoned(aroused) and has disadvantage on attack rolls and ability checks.<br/>CON save to resist Slaneshi Tears is now DC 19.<br/>https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=120962<br/>https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=123875<br/></div></div>