Running the Monster Gauntlet: Escape (5e)

[Dlover]

Sluj, concerned by the javelins, shuffles along with Slem.

[Rodgeir]

<If one pokes it's head in, grab'm and close the portal!>

Underslem prepares to grab or turn off the portal.

[spiderwrangler]

((Oh, guess you did say that... but you'd have had to popped your head through to get the telepathy to work.))

[Rodgeir]

((If that was required to use the telepathy it would have been doing that. I can't imagine is would make it anymore odd.))

[spiderwrangler]

You all wait on Master's tower side of the portal, but no one comes through. It would seem that they were put off by Slem's attempt to lure them through?

[Rodgeir]

<Too bad! Next!>

Next portal please!: 1D20 = [3] = 3

[Lurks_In_Shadows]

Gomz waits tensely for a few moments, then fixes Slem with a piggy eye. <<Slem thinks too much with his stomach. We're supposed to be looking for the master.>>

[Rodgeir]

<You know where Master is? I certainly don't. Master is maybe through one of the portals? And we need to keep up our strength!>

Underslem's belly growls to underline it's argument.

[spiderwrangler]

The portal opens into night, the air is cool and dry, hard bare rock stretches ahead of them, and a dusty scent fills the air. There does seem to be wildlife about.

[Rodgeir]

<Better? Let's go look for Master... and something to eat.>

[Quarg]

Fred is disappointed that they didn't get any winged people into the trap...

Fred looks about wondering <Which one of us can see in the dark? I think the small armed one can...>

[spiderwrangler]

((There is enough moon light that it's only dim light for everyone, as opposed to full dark.))

[Rodgeir]

Underslem goes out and starts checking the new environment for opportunities.

Listening and looking for food Master: 1D20 = [15] = 15

[Quarg]

((Are there any rocks or cover available???...))

[spiderwrangler]

((Yes, it's much rockier and scrubbier than the previous desert, though still dry, is cooler in the night air. There comes a cry of something nearby... abruptly cut off.))

[Rodgeir]

<That could have been Master! Let's go.>

Underslem licks its lips in anticipation and heads in the direction of the cry.

<Sluj, you want to check that out first?>

[Dlover]

<I go!> Sluj goes ahead to search for the sounds, but is clearly still not too good at this.

Stealth; perception: 1D20+6 = [8]+6 = 14
1D20-1 = [11]-1 = 10

[Lurks_In_Shadows]

Gomz looks doubtful, shakes it's piggy head, and warily follows at a discreet distance, hoping that whatever is out there won't find a big pig to be terribly out of place for this location.

[spiderwrangler]

Sluj stays fairly hidden, but doesn't see much more than some disturbed ground in the distance.

[Dlover]

<Don't see things here. Maybe we too slow?>

[Rodgeir]

<Well we can keep looking around for a bit. Maybe we can find something else?>

[spiderwrangler]

((I'll take a survival check.))

[Rodgeir]

Looking for eats: 1D20 = [11] = 11

[spiderwrangler]

The disturbed ground seems to be tracks or drag marks of something, and it either goes that way... or that way.

[Rodgeir]

Underslem looks one way then the other and decides to try left.