“Thank goodness for Lando, not sure why magic users are so unpopular (maybe lack of cheese sandwich sharing - unlike dwarves) but it would appear his intellect will come in handy.” Smiled Darren the Dart.
OOC: I like to have all the dice in one bag. It's an old practical habit. You don't have to necessarily post your roll though. Also do you all mind increasing the font size a bit. I'm turning to Mr. Magoo here.
Perhaps it is the small size, the black and grey dust entering into smaller places, orifices and other places unmentionable. The crater explodes with a myriad of vines, black and green exhaling gas and spores all about the area, especially upon the group. The sky is a blistering yellow, near orange, everything drenched in sunset. Shadows crawl longer for Jarro, everything is pretty much terrifying.
OOC: The rest of you see this...spoil at your own risk
The three other companions shook off the strange which attempted to overcome their minds. Looking forward, it appeared that the ruins of the castle were much closer than previously thought. It grew larger, loomed and its shadow touched their path. A great upside U, reaching out toward them. Strangely the shadows of the ruins did not match the position of the sun.
In the haze and forms before them, something could be seen, the ash and carbon (for the surface was a black ash and volcanic pumise) started to give way to a shape, low- moving it skittered toward them, disappeared then appeared again. At times carrying a massive tail, with a pointed end, slashing the air. There is no doubt that it is coming toward the group.
Jarro flits madly to and fro staring out across the crater. He starts to sweat profusely and hyperventilates. He claws at his neck desperate to breathe but cannot get enough air into his lungs and starts to feel dizzy. Suddenly, he drops to earth and lies on his back staring into the sky. He lets out a scream, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. The air is poisoned!" He doesn't move or make another sound except for the gasps as he struggles to draw breath.
Darren shakes his head wondering what that was and the rushes to Jarro to see if he can be of assistance. “Jarro! Can you hear me, I need to pick you up if that’s ok as there is something coming and it doesn’t seem friendly...” Hand on a Dart in his belt pouch Darren stands protectively over Jarro. “Lando, Fungal are you ok?”.