Fear & Loathing in Xaos [D2, EM]

[Flession]

Crunchy leave? Made of plants like food? One voice rings.
Sleepy Juice no make sleeping. Not good food. Another said.
So you are slave. Bringing us food. Yes. Bring us food, slave.
I still don't believe you to be real.

Their thoughts grow ever more chaotic, but your own are offering some sense of distraction. The question is, how long can you keep it up.

((Roll me a Intelligence Check (not save), DC 13))

[Ore]

"Boy, watch the assignment." Ore frog marches Laxuli forward (so to speak) as he attempts to bring her through the gate.

(Int check for him too?)

[Flession]

"Boy, watch the assignment." Ore frog marches Laxuli forward (so to speak) as he attempts to bring her through the gate.

(Int check for him too?)

Nope. They're talking to the Drow.

[Illiam'iira]

Fear & Loathing in Xaos [D2, EM] Int Check DC 13: 1d20 8... oops, I forgot the +2 from Jack of All Trades (y) so 10, in actuality
PLUS: Favored by the Gods
Fear & Loathing in Xaos [D2, EM] Favored by the Gods: need a 5: 2d4 5
Makes 15

[Sings-With-Purpose]

Sings just hung out for the moment, fingergunning Illiam with one of those lens-flare smiles and causing a magical musical note to appear and orbit the drow.

"Zippityboobah?"

She might've had an idea on how to get rid of them if she knew what the Slaadi were saying, but she probably didn't hear them in her head so instead she just floating a little closer on her flying armadillo, following behind the drow.


[Bardic Inspiration (d8) / Mote of Potential (it does special stuff, ask on discord if confused!) given]

[Flession]

Fear & Loathing in Xaos [D2, EM] Int Check DC 13: 1d20 8... oops, I forgot the +2 from Jack of All Trades (y) so 10, in actuality
PLUS: Favored by the Gods
Fear & Loathing in Xaos [D2, EM] Favored by the Gods: need a 5: 2d4 5
Makes 15

You brain continues to rapid-fire responses, and their answers meet in kind. There's no way you can keep this up, but all you need to do is just keep it going until you get to the exit.

Your answers are, at least, placating them for the moment.

((One more check, DC 15 and you're safe))

[Naila Drooten]

"Comme ils sont curieux, ils semblent communiquer d'une manière ou d'une autre."

Naila watches it all with considerable interest.

[Illiam'iira]

Crunchy leave? Made of plants like food? One voice rings.
Sleepy Juice no make sleeping. Not good food. Another said.
So you are slave. Bringing us food. Yes. Bring us food, slave.
I still don't believe you to be real.

Their thoughts grow ever more chaotic, but your own are offering some sense of distraction. The question is, how long can you keep it up.

((Roll me a Intelligence Check (not save), DC 13))

If there is one thing that can be said about Illiam'iira, it's that her mind works in very, very chaotic ways. Her thoughts run as fast as a hare chased by a fox. And she knows how to run with it.

Oh yes, very crunchy! I saw where slugs had nibbled! It's much too big for something so small and weak as me! I bet you could get it, you're so big and strong. What's the most you've ever lifted? I bet you could lift all of your friends!
Sleepy juice terrible food, I bet my tummy will be sick later, never drink the sleepy juice. It only tastes good for a little but hurts bad later. But I still keep drinking it! I think the sleepy juice is cursed! No cursed food for you!
I'll get you as much food as I can find! Food is best when shared! Tell me what food you like best and if I see it I'll bring it! Do you like pie? Do you like cupcakes? Do you like dandelion wine? How do you like your fruit, what's your favorite fruit, where do you find your favorite food?
It's okay if I'm not real so long as I bring food! Food is real! You can bake it or grill it or eat it raw or throw it at people you don't like! Or even smash it all over your face! Have you ever licked food off someone else's face?

Again she creeps towards the gate, continuing to barrage them with questions and answers, letting the inspired chaos flow through their shared minds.

Fear & Loathing in Xaos [D2, EM] Int Check DC 15 with special bard insp: 1d20+2d8k1+2 28

[Flession]

You quickly make your way thru to the end of it and into the sign and stepped next to it, falling ever downward.

The voices stopped as you did, but then again, so did most of what you understand reality to be.

~~Back in the Outlands~~
The slaadi look disappointed and go back kicking rocks once more.

[Flession]

((What are the rest of you doing?))