<hr/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/8VErshZ.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/T9bo4Ey.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/jVwFWB0.jpg)<br/><br/>Location: Ooze Room<br/>Exits: Furthest door, back the way you came.<br/><br/><br/>Tulira (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1947798) HP 12/12 | AC 16 | PP 13<br/>Sorine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1947734) HP 10/10 | AC 18 | PP 15<br/>Lilin (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1947785) HP 8/8 | AC 15 | PP 11<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Tulira sighed,<strong>"Girls...we can't stay here any longer.  Riku is gone."</strong><br/><br/>Both of the others looked shocked.  Lilin shook her head,<strong>"But...there has to be something we can do!  We can't just leave her like this."</strong><br/><br/>The paladin looked down and closed her eyes.  Torm and Riku forgive her for this.<strong>"Yes, we can.  There's nothing we can do.  This ooze...she's already dead, Lilin.  And we have a mission that will save hundreds, maybe thousands of lives."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"It's a hard thing, but you're right,"</strong>Sorine said after a moment.  She smiled sadly,<strong>"Torm will honor her in the afterlife.  She worked off her crimes long ago."</strong>She swallowed and brushed a tear from one smooth cheek before adjusting the straps on her shield and squaring her shoulders.<strong> "All right.  Let's go."</strong><br/><br/>The tiefling sighed,<strong>"...Yeah.  We'll blow these green skins to the Hells for the little one."</strong><br/><br/>Tulira nodded, a grim expression on her face.<strong>"Sorine, you'll take the lead now, you have the best eyes.  I'll be behind you about ten feet and Lilin with me.  Stealth is probably not an option now, but we should try to get as deep as we can before we use it."</strong>The three of them filed out of the room.  Tulira paused at the threshold and looked back at the bubbling pool and then they left the room behind.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception Check</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sorine: At 2019-08-26 18:24:29, Armphid (uid: 65288) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 19</div></div><br/><br/><hr/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/e3HFNBM.jpg)<br/><br/>Riku (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1947762) HP 10/10 | AC 14 | PP 13<br/><br/>Location: ???<br/>Exits: ???<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Riku swallowed nervously.   Something was moving down there.  And getting closer.  But she couldn't see it.  The voice spoke again and she shook her head,<strong>"Hey, I don't have any "masters," so I haven't-AhhH!"</strong>She shrieked as the ooze tendrils reached up and lashed at her, seeking to clutch and grab.<br/><br/>Even with her armor and it's support, her chest bounced as she wove and ducked and jumped, trying to avoid them while staying atop the altar.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dex Save</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-08-26 18:26:58, Armphid (uid: 65288) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 15</div></div><br/><br/><strong>"Don't get so grabby!  Can't we be friends?"</strong>Even in this dire situation, in this terrible place, she couldn't help but quip.  In no small part to keep her distracted from the horror around her.