Crossed swords

[Corwin]

"One important bit? Since we're improvising, the moment you think of a better approach, speak up. The worst thing for us is to fall for the sunk cost fallacy. Even if it feels like we've wasted our time, a better idea is a better idea."

[Anastasia]

"Better is better," Ranbar agrees as you take off.

So going to search around for the location you need and work from there?

[Corwin]

Yes

[Anastasia]

Awesome, give me a few things. Give me Perception, K:P and also a d100.

[Corwin]

19:11 <Corwin> roll 1d100
19:11 <Penuche> Corwin invokes Penuche's magic: < 99 > [d100=99]

K:P 10 for 114, Perception 10 for 114

[Anastasia]

You begin to fly.

The emptiness of this place is only matched by the deadliness. Countless razor blades are stopped by your application of divine will. As if you are nothing but meat to the butcher, held back only through your power.

"Shit," Donald mutters to himself.

"Donald?" Amaryl turns as you fly, "Is something wrong?"

"Yeah," With a scowl, "Who charges a gelugon with only a rusty dagger? There's gambles and then there's being stupid!" Throwing his hands up, "He couldn't even slay a gelugon fully equipped, and his companion got herself killed, too. I think Lathander had hopes for her."

"That's terrible," Ranbar murmurs, a hand to her mouth. "I'm so sorry."

Meanwhile you spy something ahead. A great wiggling mass, something as dark as everything else here, but that stands out to your superb vision. It's over two miles away. It almost looks like a worm.

[Corwin]

"How about you offer to resurrect the companion?" Seira proposes. "Could ask Lathander if you'd handle it and give her a second chance."

[Anastasia]

"I'll ask, I guess," Donald says, "How often do you do resurrections, Seira?"

[Corwin]

"When the death is unfair or my follower is unfulfilled with it, plus whenever I'm asked, of course. You won't find someone more liberal than me with resurr-- wait there's Shar."

Pressing her lips together, Seira points in the distance. "I think there's something over there?"

[Anastasia]

"Really?" Ranbar asks curiously.

That stops them as attention turns, "I see it now," Amaryl points, "Whatever is it?"

Amaryl takes 10 on Spot.

[Corwin]

"Oh yes. I believe in second chances, and I like people to help other mortals. Our bigger, planar issues are not the only ones we should help with, after all!"

[Anastasia]

"That true, but what is that?" Amaryl frowns. "I've heard of strange predators in this place like this, but I'm not that familiar with this layer. I hear that they're almost impossible to cut."

Amaryl takes 10 on K:P.

[Corwin]

"A worm?"

I already got my KP of 114. Do I actually know anything?

[Anastasia]

You've heard of creatures like this. Like Amaryl said, predators almost impossible to slice open. This one is called a Ragnovar, a hunting worm that devours any creature it comes on in these depths. They have no need to eat, just an overwhelming compulsion to do so nonetheless.

Ragnovar are immune to cold as well as fire, and are highly resistant to acid, electricity and sonic. Bladed weapons fail against them completely. A bludgeoning weapon or force damage works best. When pressed, they can emit a pseudo breath weapon by throwing up all the razor sharp shards they've swallowed to slice opponents to ribbons.

[Corwin]

"Bludgeoning or force is best, though acid, electricity and sonic might do the trick in quantity. Forget about using swords."