Immersive Ink

tonneau wrote:
Gustave makes his way to the bar and peruses its stock.

ehiker133 wrote:
Desmond will move to the doors on the right side of the room and listen to the one that is outside the bar area to see if he can hear anything.

heartless wrote:

heartless wrote:"Welcome Andaros, come in and join the party", smiles Wibert.

Wibert asks, " Andaros be a good man and guard the door, I wish to look inside. Thanking you..." Then Wibert moves off to look inside.

waysoftheearth wrote:
Olaf moves cautiously past the first few tables, intent on examining the spotlight.

At the same time Desmond and Gustave head toward the bar.

Koch is still close to the left hand wall, checking behind the forth painting by now...

Wibert is moving into the room with his bow held ready, and Andaros has the doorway.

(1d6)

"Wait!" cries Olaf as his eagle eye catches the glint of a silver line scarcely a moment before he puts his boot through it.

"Eh..?" utter both Gustave and Desmond as they look toward Olaf and simultaneously catch their feet on near-invisible trip wires running between the chairs and tables.

The wires are audibly yanked and all in the room gasp and watch helplessly -- scores of half empty glasses and bottles clatter over as precariously balanced tables are jerked by the trip-lines, before all and sundry topple over to smash like a dozen smiths hammering as scores of glass vessels are shivered into a thousand pieces upon the hard floor.

The noise alone rattles teeth in skulls, but worse yet! A foul green vapour begins to broil up from the floor like an acrid stench from hell!

Olaf, Gustave and Desmond are all caught near the center of the room, with the noxious vapour rising quickly all around them.

Half a second to react!

tonneau wrote:
Gustave regards with ominous vapours rising around him with a disappointed look, "Gentlemen", he says calmly, "I think it is time we got some fresh air", and bolts for the stairs.

Professor P wrote:
KOCH sees the gas spewing and covers his mouth while running out the door towards the stairs.

ehiker133 wrote:
Desmond follows, as fast as his little legs can carry him.

eris wrote:
Olaf takes a last breath before the green vapors rise up to his nose and then holding his breath runs for the door!

Let's just hope the door to the outside didn't slam shut on us!

waysoftheearth wrote:
Koch is nearest to the doorway, and half a dozen feet ahead of the spilling mass of sickly vapours. He drops the gaudy painting he was investigating and makes a dash for the door!

Desmond was furthest into the room, and is also the shortest. Within half a moment the cloud climbs over his head height an envelops him completely! His torch light seems to glare right back at him off the fog, and everything else has become indistinct in the cloud! His poor eyes and throat are suddenly burning with the stuff! (1d20=10) The hapless Halfling runs right into a table, tearing at his shins fiercely and then sprawling over the collapsed table with a crash. His eyes are tearing so badly now he can't see a thing. Panicky now, he desperately tries to get up, but he can't breath! His lungs are on fire! He's coughing! Choking! Gagging! Passing out...

Gustave and Olaf are taller by some 2 feet, and thus have a moment longer before the fumes climb over them. Gustave nobly uses his moment to utter a well considered warning, while Olaf (wisely) drags in one last clean lungful before both reverse into the cloud and head for the door at full tilt.

Gustave (1d20=6) finds himself struggling almost immediately. The cloud is too thick, and stings at his eyes and nose intolerably. His lungs are burning and he cannot help but inhale the foul stuff. The coarse scent goes right to his head, punching his brain like a triple dram of Colonel Riggenhaut's Old Number 4 snuff. He immediately staggers, gagging and spluttering, then collapses with a clatter.

Olaf (1d20=14) somehow pushes through the foul tempest, and with streaming eyes and nose and hoarse, burning lungs burst forth and staggers out into the passage where he flounders about as his chest heaves for cleaner air...

waysoftheearth wrote:
Wibert, Andaros and Olaf (spluttering) are out in the passage. Gustave and Desmond must have been overcome in the cloud!

The evil green fog seems to have mostly filled the room, but it is not spilling out further. Squinting into it, you can just make out the shadowy forms of the nearest two tables... are those the stricken figures of Desmond and Gustave sprawled upon the floor near them? Or just the shadows of toppled tables and chairs?

Surely they cannot endure that filth for long?