The tunnel echoes with the solid footfalls of the party heading down the slope, the thudds becoming slaps as the thin layer of moisture begins to become substantial. Talison reaches a point beyond halfway down the tunnel, launching another bolt into the Dark Fey which seems to go mostly unnoticed, her attention seeming wrapped in lowering her tone to a mumble, her dancing reduced as her face begins to move in towards the back of Wudmirk's head. The bolt sits in her shoulder for a moment before dripping down and clattering to the floor with a hiss as the green ooze from within her strikes the ground.
A small cat scampers by Talison's feet, making ground far faster than he can, almost in mockery of his slow progress. Just as he's about to utter another curse, he is passed by Bennet, Simon, Jila and a strange new person, a human by the looks of him. Looking back, Talison can see Adrik moving briskly, but still lagging behind the group. A small solace.
Nix grips the sides of Wudmirk's head, her mind filling with flashes, sights, sounds and smells, textures she's never felt. These were not from her, but from Wudmirk. It seems that in all the corruption and change this creature has done to him, he finds his spirit trapped. Confused, his spirit is reacting and throwing out what he remembers of life. Darrin catches glimpses, and manages to distract both the spirit and the bursts that fill his vision with the cold, black eyes of the Dark Fey. Every time he opens his eyes to check, she seems closer, but very much attendent to her totem.
Pushing her way through, Nix focuses on the tangle she sees in his head. It's foreign, alien. She manages to pluck at a strand and pull, the unwinding rendering her knees weak and sending her head spinning. The world inside her mind and the world outside seem to mix. Glancing briefly beyond the head, Nix sees the Fey creeping closer, her nose beginning to press into Wudmirk's wet and matted hair.
The air begins to settle, the reeking stench of fish and stale bread giving way to a more musty, leathery scent. Ero, watching this strange staring contest between Nix, a dead man, the back of his head and a giantess, notes the chill returning; the lack of recent magical fire seems to be returning the room to a natural cool gloom.
Roll for Initiative (1d20 + Dexterity Bonus). What do you do?
Only 1 more Arcana check to succeed.
Ero, please make a Wisdom saving throw against Fear.
Nix, please make a Wisdom saving throw against Fear.
Darrin, please make a Wisdom saving throw against Fear.
Korik is frightened. He can move away from the Dark Fey up the corridor, or make attacks at disadvantage.
Korik has 1 level of exhaustion, meaning he has disadvantage on all ability checks. This does not include saves or attacks.
Lorawyn has 1 level of exhaustion, meaning she has disadvantage on all ability checks. This does not include saves or attacks.
Talison has 2 levels of exhaustion, meaning he has disadvantage on all ability checks. This does not include saves or attacks. His speed is also halved.