The actual halfling, Tarin suggests, "Mayhap make a fire beneath it to welcome them, or just jam it up with gore and old clothes and dung and such."

In reply to Nanbanjim Road (msg # 61):

Pyke's eyes light up at the words "fire" and "gore".

"Glorious!" he exclaims. "Sadly, I'm freshly out of oil. If any of you have any, let's have an annelid barbecue!"

He looks keenly from one party member to the next.

Urmdrak shakes his head.  "I got flint'n'steel but nothing flammable."

"No one?!" says Pyke, muttering a string of cuss words under his breath.

He pokes his torch tentatively at the pool of worms, hoping something within is flammable.

“Sssss…”

The liquid isn’t flammable. It doesn’t flam. You didn’t create a curtain of flames or blow the well to smithereens or anything dramatic like that unfortunately.

[The Grim Reaper snaps his fingers in disappointment.]

"Here," Chayce says. "Let's see if we can plug it up.

"I have this pelt from a deer I caught. Let's slice off a chunk, ball it up tightly, and plug it into the demon's stupid face."

She doesn't have anything sharp on her.

"Pyke, led me your sword, wouldja," she says. If Pyke refuses, perhaps she can borrow Jack's snake fang.

She slices off half the pelt, rolls it up, and stuffs it into the hole to try to block the worms from sliding down the chute. She makes it big enough to have some mass so that the weight of the worms doesn't just push it out of the way.

"Let's continue on," Chayce suggests. "We've accomplished as much as we can from here."

"Here ya go!" says Jack, offering Chayce his fang before Pyke can open his mouth.

Urmdrak scratches his head.  "Maybe it'd be better that instead of plugging up where they're coming out, we go and find out where they're gtoing in?  Kill 'em at the source."

"Yes, but we can't do that from here, can we? If we had a sledgehammer we could smash the demonic face, but we do not, so we cannot.

"Let's keep looking."

Mobilos looks around and asks "What ways in or out have you tried so far? Do we have any options?"

The plug starts to swell and then POP! Another gout of acid flushes it away.

Chayce looks exasperated that her idea didn't work. And that she lost half her dear pelt. She gives the fountain the finger.

"Let's keep moving and see if we can find a way up toward the source of that acid."

She leads the way out of the Bloody Shrine to continue the journey.

I’ll try and take another picture, but there is the escape hatch the enemy took, that leads up to the balcony where the crossbow men attacked you

"Let us go... THAT way!" says Pyke, pointing in the general direction of the escape hatch.

"Indeed, that hatch looks like a good enough way up" nods Mobilos, happy to take any route that might be a way out of this accursed torture chamber.

It’s tight quarters so it will be single file. Matching order please?

I'll take second spot or the rear if no one lese wants them

"And I'll follow behind you, Urmdrak. All the better to swing o'er yer head at them foul wormkin!" cries Jack.

Pyke takes a moment to count bodies, his pointer stabbing towards each in turn.

"You! Elves! You can see well in the dark, scurrying around forests at night and such. How about you take the scouting position? I'll lead from here, in the middle, right behind Jack."

He nods agreeably with his own plans and takes up his place in the marching order.

Mobilos and Alyx (the elf with a falcon) head to the front. The two humans head to the back.

Mobilos and Alyx (the elf with a falcon) head to the front. The two humans head to the back.

As everyone shuffles into place, Urmdrak grumbles, "Can we get this circus moving?
 None of us are getting any younger."

"Yes, I will head up and hope what's ahead doesn't eat us" says Alyx. The elves reluctantly lead the party forward.

In reply to Unnameable Lane Crew (msg # 82):

"Be sure to watch your heads," says Pyke, helpfully.

Jack tries to look up through the hatch to see if there is any movement or sign of trouble above.