The Miconoid gardens are a series of passages and chambers filled with luminescent fungus and small streams diverted from a major underground river. It seems it must have taken years of work to make this place as pleasant as it is.
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Deepwalker sits the garden mentally preparing for the arrival of the mind flayer.  It would be good to get his revenge on one of their number.  Looking around he notices his current compainions.  Thinking to himself, They better stay out of my way when the Mind Flayer shows.  I don't want them getting hurt in the fight..

Illianka was twitchy. She couldn't help but play with one of her daggers... the raiding party had spooked her. She didn't know for sure that they'd called for help, but... they might have.. this place had been home for a while, she didn't want to risk it being damaged...

Schnickle climbed out from under the hood of a giant mushroom where he had stashed himself while sleeping. The mushrooom hadn't eaten him during the night, so presumably it hadn't objected.

His new travelling companions were already awake, or perhaps he had just slept in, or they'd never slept, or Schickle was still dreaming, or... but the simplest explanation was probably the right one. Usually.

"Good mornings to you." Schnickle said to the others. He didn't know much about them yet, but they seemed okay. They hadn't tried to eat him or anything.

Then Schnickle went into his morning routines. He pressed his hands to the cold stone ground, and uttered a quick prayer to Callarduran, giving thanks for safety and peace.

As he did so, he took a moment to attune his mind and find his still point. The ruby my mind is, clear it is, sharp it is, smooth it is, and perfect it is.

Then he checked his crossbow, making sure that every little lever and spring was functioning smoothly and quietly. He loaded it, then whipped it out fast, aiming it down the length of the garden. Satisfied, he hooked it on to his belt.
Then he gathered up his other things, his bag, his chain shirt, his tools and other weapons, checking them all with great fuss and care.

Then he was ready.

"Flayers here yet?" he asked the others in a squeakly svirfneblin voice.


OOC: Taking 20 to gain Psionic Focus.

No sign of anything yet.

Schnickle tried to think what he knew about this region of the Underdark, and what they could expect.

OOC:
17:39, Today: Schnicklegulp Stoneswiper rolled 9 using 1d20+8. know: local northdark
Rolled a 1. Nothing I guess. :(