"Ooooo, and with a final heel to the face, Adrora Forestflight is knocked absolutely out of it and the teleportation spell is kicking off. A<strong>fantastic</strong>run for the Widow's Green Protectors but Circle 3 of the Western Reach Hellcrease was just too much for them.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Now we'll be sitting down to talk with Adora in a few minutes so if you want to hear about the taste of Minotaur cock don't forget to tune in tonight at 8!</span>"<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/57/89/6d/57896d8d9732933796588e03c69431ce.jpg)</div>With the previous Crawling group finishing their run in stupendous fashion, our heroes are gathered in their teleportation circle. As with every Crawl, there's been an enormous amount of hubbub with the crew of kobold teleporting assistants quickly ensuring that all equipment is properly held in place, that clothing is set for just the right effect, that hair and makeup is fully on point, and of course that all runes are properly illuminated on the floor. The newly minted team's personal effects are stored in locked chests around the outside of the domed stone room with carefully painted magical locations to stand in for each of the players. The room is just a shade better than drab, with a couple of old flags and banners from the previous team that worked out of this space still up. While the staff are provided by the club, the woman running things is more distinctly part of the team.<br/><br/>Cerala Icemore carries herself every bit the legend of the Crawl that she was ten years ago, though her clothing choices are much more useful these days than when she was fighting and fucking for entertainment. As the team anchor, she is in charge of getting the team into the Hellcrease and (in case of horrific malfunction) getting them back out. Her voice cracks like a whip,<strong>"These preparations should have been done twenty minutes ago! This can't happen again, I'm not sending my girls in half cocked and letting some dumbass who flunked out of mage school because he couldn't stop playing with his staff put them in danger. Where the hell are my supply lines? MOVE."</strong>She passes in among the Crawlers and begins to make her own quick adjustments, focusing on gear. To each of them, she murmers quick encouragements, all paired with vague threats,<strong>"Keep light on your feet, you don't want a repeat of the imps. Is your head clear? Hera can't be in charge of reading archaic texts this time. New team, but you know the fundamentals. Watch her back, she'll have yours." </strong><br/><br/>Still, she gives a clap of encouragement to each shoulder and is soon moved to sprawl in her chair with the scrying monitor next to her. "It's time. Get ready." She makes a gesture to one of the teleportation staff who begins activating runes.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/db/fa/1c/dbfa1ca9b7f2307f54de702032b822a2.jpg)</div>The room thrums with the familiar sensation of the teleportation as chants grow louder and louder from the gathered staff. Those with magical gifts will see the magic coming together and then for a moment, a slip. Who exactly screwed things up is unclear, but for an instant before the spell kicks off, Lani and Rali will know that something is about to go wrong.  The air splits and the Crawlers are hurtled through the teleport, their vision going bright green for a moment before they feel themselves immersed in a thick, semi-translucent pink substance. Fully under this liquid, the Crawler's eyes open and they see far off in the distance a shape beckoning, long fingers seeming to pull them in. Through one of the Scry-Spheres, they hear Icemore screaming,<strong> "Then where the hell are they!? Why can't I see them? Get them back NOW!"</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Again their vision goes green and they feel the disorienting flash of movement and when their eyes open again, they are at their intended location, in the Hellcrease in a teleportation circle surrounded by craggy walls with a tunnel ahead of them. They arrive with a squelch of pink goo splattering all around them, their bodies wet and dripping. The Scry-Spheres lay on the floor wobbling lightly but unable to currently rise and record. Icemore's voice calls through,<strong>"Team? Are you there? Tell me you're there. We have no view. You've got to get the Spheres back up."</strong>Her voice sounds far off and wobbly, as though the spells managing the Scry-Spheres aren't quite working through the goo dripping off of them.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8e/23/1b/8e231b7539b0376a8d9c028f8b77ec9d.jpg)</div>At the same time, the guards in this area of the Hellcrease have caught wind that a Crawl is beginning. A draconic roar shouts down from a nearby platform and hurtling themselves at the adventurers are six huge, muscular draconic looking guards. Although their armor is mismatched and their weaponry looks crude, there's no denying that they are beastly and huge, the larger couple of them could stand fully toe-to-toe with Hera and be looking into her eyes with horns lifting above her head. The warriors are marked with symbols on their chest pieces, a Claw, a Wing, a Fang, a Tail, a Flame, and a Sword. They charge down the stairs towards the summoning circle letting out roars with their weapons raised high. Each step they take brings them feet forward, charging down to strike with fury and determination. Immediately Claw and Wing are heading towards Hera, Fang and Tail are heading towards Kieri, and Flame and Sword seem to be circling wide to try to charge up on Lani, Rali, and Ihanna.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b7/e6/2d/b7e62d744bded51a2712a84c5cfa2df4.jpg)</div>Behind them, floating slightly off the ground and illuminated by arcane flames is a caster with a barely featured white mask. His body is swathed in a cape with some bare armor, but it's clear that he's not about to throw any punches. He makes a gesture with his hands and calls out, "Ah, more fools from the surface. Quickly, take them while their Eyes are out. It seems Hell will have a victory tonight." A chuckle escapes from him, his implacable face unmoved as his hands work through a spell. For a moment, he pauses, taking in the goo dripping off of them. Even without facial expressions, it's clear that he's recognized what they just went through, but he doesn't say anything else about it.<br/><br/><strong>Team, this isn't exactly the start that you had hoped for. Whatever junk you splashed through was clearly magical and now nobody's even going to be able to see the start of your kicking these dragonmen's asses. All five of you, please make the following roll.<br/><br/></strong><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: When you pass through the sticky realm of Penevera</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">When you pass accidentally through the sticky realm of the demoness Penevera and emerge covered her sweet sticky goo, roll 2d6 plus Con or Int. On a 10+, you managed to not swallow or breath in any of the goo and you're sticky but basically ready to fight. On a 7-9, you swallowed a little goo and you're feeling lustful and open to experiences, on the first roll you make to escape from a sexual situation, take -1. On a 6-, you swallowed a ton of it and are so horny you can hardly think. Take a -1 on all rolls until you manage to get some satisfaction.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>From there, you're being attacked and nobody's here to see how cool you're being! What do you do?[/b]