<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Starting Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>The treasure room is filled with thick red smoke that makes it difficult to see anything more than a foot away from you.  There are three points of light that shine for visual points; Abigail’s armor/Hatch (enchanted by Enniya/Hatch glows), the tall croc (victim of faerie fire, +1 to hit him), and Saltbeard’s Beard (burning fire on his face).  Apart from that, it’s difficult to get to anyone who isn’t currently actively with you for PCs and NPCs (requiring a Defy Danger of some kind)!<br/><strong>Abigail and Len:</strong> Facing off against three crocs (a tall one with a club (victim of faerie fire, +1 to hit him), thick ridges and claws, hefty with a scimitar).  <br/><strong>Fugue:</strong> Near Abigail and Len, but specifically a step or two off about to have a cock shoved down her throat by a pale red croc.<br/><strong>Claire:</strong> Facing Maclah the Grey, Champion of the Wastes, Tooth of Anarchy and his big axe<br/><strong>Enniya:</strong> Scrambling away from a croc<br/><strong>Priscilla: </strong> Arm held by Captain Saltbeard<br/></em></div></div><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/57/fc/aa/57fcaaf4e6c1745455177d0f8fa3eb7e.jpg)</div>The core of the melee is definitely centered on Abigail, Fugue, and Len.  The three Delvers face off against four slathering, growling crocs who are coming in fast.  “No running now, little one,” growls out the hefty croc as he begins to lurch forward towards her, swinging his scimitar only to find- nothing.  The swinging charge into the fog leaves him glaring around himself, “Talkative one left.  Still another two.  FIND THEM.”<br/><br/>The four crocs begin to glare around, trying to find Fugue and Len in the fog, sniffing and growling as they do so.  They are not the smartest beasts around and lacking the powers of the party, they mostly are simply wandering.  Their steps cause small jingles, but the room echoes strangely, making it hard to trace by that as well.  Len’s technique, however, works quite a bit better.  She sniffs things out, getting an idea of where everything is, then realizes that she one of the seawater smells is coming directly from behind her.<br/><br/>A snarl of rage and claws are upon her (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=137554), thick beastial hands with ridges along the backs of them.  One thick croc-arm wraps around her waist as the other hand pulls upward, firmly pushing up her shirt and grabbing hold of her bare breast.  “Gotcha,” growls the croc in her ear, pulling her firmly back to slam against his hard, ridged body.  His chest presses against her back as he shakes her a bit, rubbing her ass against an obviously already disrobed cock.  “No sense wasting the privacy,” he growls out as his long tongue licks against her neck and his hand begins to rip at the clasp of her pants.<br/><br/><strong>Len!  He's got you!  It's probably going to take a Defy Danger or something else to get yourself freed enough to directly fight him!</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ca/c1/08/cac108f3a83f058a2121aa78b42e658e.jpg)</div>Abigail’s flight through the air is not exactly graceful, the first swing of the hookshot sending her where she’s going, but leaving her arm slightly tangled as she lands.  It is, on the other hand, totally awesome.  The air whips at her hair as she swings first up, spins and positions, and swings down, bringing Hatch out to swing at Captain Saltbeard.  As his face comes closer into view, there’s a moment of surprise and possibly even fear as this becomes the most well lit area in the room.  Like a glowing angel of axe-wielding vengeance, Abigail comes down from the sky.<br/><br/>Saltbeard snarls out a curse as he turns his body, keeping Priscilla held to his side with one arm, grabbing onto her dress in tight fingers.  His attention is definitely turned from her though, merely keeping her nearby and trusting that she won’t be enough of a threat that he’ll need more than just keeping attention to where she is.  His sword comes up barely in time to stop Abigail’s swing and a glare comes to his face.  “What’s the meaning of this?!  Betrayal!” he shouts at Priscilla’s calming words before, now swinging his blade as it erupts into flames.  He slashes at Abigail, driving her back as heat and blade menaces her (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=137553).  He presses his attack, dragging Priscilla along with him.<br/><br/><strong>Priscilla!  This may be your chance!  His attention is pulled away from you enough that you can likely free yourself from his grip (no need for a Defy Danger)!</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The snapping, grabbing, grunting croc behind Enniya scrambles closer and closer after her as she casts her spell, setting out lights and scattering them around.  The bouncing coin lights and scatter of treasure seems to draw the croc-man behind her for a moment, he’s certainly less on her heels.  The fae-elf wanders as she flees, moving through the space as blindly as anyone else.  The sound of the croc behind her begins to fall behind, she’s getting away from him.<br/><br/>Laman’s voice purrs in her ear, “Well done, Enniya.  Now, I offer you again.  Step away from this.”  As she makes this offer, Enniya takes another silent step forward and is out of the red fog.  Looking over her shoulder, she sees the room is still filled with the smoke, the sounds of combat and her own illusory effects are still working.  The sniffing and searching of the croc is behind her, but not far.  But ahead of her?  Freedom.  With her bodice stuffed with coins and the candelabra still stowed away, she’s back at the entrance to the chamber.  All she’d have to do is abandon her teammates.  Or, perhaps she could even go gather the crew!  All that’s clear is that if she waits, the croc will be upon her.<br/><br/><strong>Enniya, I leave you with a choice.  Do you enter the fog into the arms of the croc-man, though likely able to catch him by surprise or do you leave the chamber and head towards safety?</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/60/51/df/6051df824f680439ddb5b4217d31903c.jpg)</div>The movements of Maclah the Grey are slow, rhythmic, and unceasing.  His enormous, rusted and coral-dotted axe swings in huge arcs, passing through air and piles of coin with the same resistance.  His face is knotted in fury as he steps forward and bellows out harshly, “Maclah the Grey, Champion of the Wastes, Tooth of Anarchy!  The whole thing!”  This is followed by an absolutely explosion of wood as Claire steps up and around past a finely crafted table in the pile of treasure.<br/><br/>Clearly Maclah is not terribly used to dodging attacks, his swings not slowing for the flourish that would often draw a block from Claire’s enemies.  Instead, he simply swings through, leaving his arm open for a quick cut and drawing a snarl of pain and a slice of red.  “I’ll get you for this!  Keep you for my OWN pet!” he growls out as he catches his blade and readies it for another swing.  Claire’s blade catches his stomach for a moment, causing him to stumble back for a second before lowering his head and lunging forward to try to catch her off balance with his sheer weight.<br/><br/><strong>Claire!  He’s coming straight at you bull-rushing through your blows!  Give me a Defy Danger to not be thrown off balance by this lunge!</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ending Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>The treasure room is filled with thick red smoke that makes it difficult to see anything more than a foot away from you.  There are three points of light that shine for visual points; Abigail’s armor/Hatch (enchanted by Enniya/Hatch glows), the tall croc (victim of faerie fire, +1 to hit him), and Saltbeard’s Beard (burning fire on his face).  Apart from that, it’s difficult to get to anyone who isn’t currently actively with you for PCs and NPCs (requiring a Defy Danger of some kind)!<br/><strong>Fugue, and Len:</strong> In the middle of trouble with four crocs (a tall one with a club (victim of faerie fire, +1 to hit him), thick ridges and claws, hefty with a scimitar and pale red with a scimitar).  Len is currently grabbed from behind by one of the crocs.  Fugue is about to have a cock shoved down her throat by a pale red croc.  The other two crocs are trying to find them in the smoke.<br/><strong>Claire:</strong> Facing Maclah the Grey, Champion of the Wastes, Tooth of Anarchy and his big axe!  She has the high ground!<br/><strong>Enniya:</strong> Standing in the entrance of the cavern, facing a choice of going back into croc arms or escaping.<br/><strong>Abigail and Priscilla: </strong> Abigail is crossing blades with Captain Saltbeard who holds Priscilla as his captive!<br/></em></div></div><br/><em>This turn, Len took 4 (1d8+1) damage from the croc and Abigail took 10 (1d10+2) damage from Saltbeard!  Don't forget to subtract your armor!</em>