RPG Session

[Perv]

If so, it's good because without our clothes we will be so cold that we will have to go there ...

Thorin, would you be able to do something about the grating?

[Devil Baby]

I would be able to?

[Vanity Fair]

A precious skull separated from us only by a lattice? That sounds suspicious ... Let's be careful. It seems that Thorin measures his strength ... [laughing] Come on, Thorin, you won't be able to knock the bars down with your eyes ... Or maybe Ecthelion would use his muscles as well?

[Anansi]

I will ask the question differently - I go to the grate and grab it and check if I would be able to break it.

[Ciliren]

Thorin flexes his muscles and walks over to the bars. It barely grasps it, when it is pushed slightly, it opens inward. At the same moment, the skull begins to howl. Glassy and sharp sound cuts through the air, pierces walls, bursts into your mind like a wave of water or fire. The skull is still howling, snapping its jaw, turning, and the sounds like whips cause pain, making the body go numb for a few moments. This sound fills you with fear and terror, and at the same time it is as if incomplete, as if it were just a preview of something that is about to happen ...

April is thrown against the wall by some kind of gust, she slumps to the floor, blood is dripping profusely from her nose. Ecthelion and Illaifen abandon all their belongings and start to flee in panic, stopping only at the door with statues. Thorin drops his ax from his hand, and he grabs his head and retreats into the corridor. The Galmaris collapses to the floor, clenching in pain, but remains conscious. On Henna, this sound does not seem to work at all.

[Lonatir]

I come back quickly and pick up my things, holding back the pain hard.
Nice...
I apologize for escaping, but I have been taught that if you are threatened by a powerful magic that cannot be resisted, you must retreat. It has entered my blood, and here are the results.
I advise you to be careful, it doesn't bode well.

Why is Henn immune to it anyway? Druid, maybe you know something like that, resistance must have a reason.

[wonderwoman]

I'm afraid you are so panicked and scared that going back is not an option.

[Pensmug]

I shout to Henna: "Henn - get out of there ... or not - see if you can somehow turn off this skull ... and if you can't, take our things (especially the Rzeznik) and walk here.

[Takwir]

I swing my staff and hit my goddamn skull!

[Murin]

The moment it touches the skull, your staff breaks down into small pieces. As if it were made of glass.