The negotiations went well until the locals wanted to “ordain” the proceedings, presumably by getting the blessings or involvement of their overlords or gods or whatever these snake folks are to them. Or are. Hard to tell. A few things are very clear, however: the cloth they spin is as strong as leather, and even stronger against slashing weapons, although as light and flexible as simple cloth. Their beadwork is very attractive, and might fetch a good price. They seem enamored with snakes, and are perhaps even in thrall to or somehow answerable to them. Are they charmed? Influenced? Willing servants of them? It’s hard to tell, but the snake was certainly interested in having Genji join it in the dark behind the wall, and equally disinterested in having the others, who were not interested in its overtures, come along.
The locals, including Sh’Rylye certainly fell in line with the thing’s order to kill the party, and although they were serious about their attempts there was not blood lust in their eyes or extreme zeal in their efforts. Maybe when she wakes up you can get some information out of her, or maybe she’ll flip out and scream bloody murder.
The snake man was tough, and all of you realize that if you’d not concentrated your blows on him right away he might have done a lot more damage. The snake that came out and turned into the woman had different powers, but dropped after lesser blows – maybe she’s a different type of snake person. Either way, none of you have ever heard of snake people or shape changers like this, or a group of people worshipping snakes or snake people. This awfulness is all new.
As we established, the session ended with the camera pulling away from your group of five: two conscious, two coming around, and the girl, tied up, starting to wake up, too. The darkness is some 40 or 50 feet away, but beyond that it’s thick, with twisted vines and trunks and roots coming together to form a twisted wall with but a few darker tunnels as means of egress.
The girl wakes up and within moments she starts to struggle, fear and anger in her eyes. I assume that you’ve gagged her, and so she can only offer grunts and some muffled cries as she thrashes pathetically for a few moments before accepting that she’s stuck.
The dark woods offer sounds: bugs, maybe birds, and evidence of movement…slithering? Crawling? You can’t tell, but the woods are alive beyond where you can see, and you all have the unsettling feeling that eyes are upon you.