Sue: How big is his mouth?
DM: It’s 3 feet in diameter.
Sue: So we could easily crawl in.
DM: Who’s going first?
Sue: Wait. How dark is the hole?
“Lux Perpetuum,” Peter uttered a short prayer to his god. His efforts were focused on a rock he had picked up outside. The end of the passage now shown in greater detail with the rock emanating Continual Light. Peter tossed the rock into the mouth.
DM: The light instantly blinks out as soon as it enters the mouth, the rock disappearing in the maw without a sound.
Sue: Hm. I’ll reach in with my mace, slowly, and feel around.
Even though I know exactly what is going to happen, she is still braver than I would have been had I not known anything. I am hesitant to say it was a stupid move and not because I am coddling a 12 year old’s decision in game. I mean, how many tales have we all heard about the Green Devil Face that TPKs an entire party after they all crawl inside?
Peter approached the horned visage. Lifting his mace arm, weapon in hand, he placed it inside the mouth.
He instantly reeled in pain, pulling back. His hand was annihilated, blood, pumping from the wrist, began to cover the floor as he writhed in agony. The halfling Selenor quickly grabbed her torch and cauterized Peter’s stubbed end as the others held him down. The half-elf’s screams echoed down the hall. The unharmed party members’ minds combined the cries of pain with the opened mouth of the Green Devil.
Sue: Are you serious?
DM: At least you guys didn’t just jump in.
Kay: I stopped the bleeding!
Several hours later, after recovering from shock, undaunted, Peter decided to continue with the others.
As they stepped closer to the arch of mist, three colored stones lit up. The base stone on the bottom left lit yellow, the bottom right lit orange and the keystone, 7 feet above the doorway, shone blue. They tried numerous methods to dissipate the mist to see what lay beyond, but to no avail. They were cautious not to actually enter the frame of the door.
Sue: Can Baya reach the blue stone with her sword?
Sue: I want to try and smash the stone.
The female Fighter raised her sword, swinging her arm up over her head to smack the blue stone above. Rather than breaking, as was anticipated, the stone pushed in as if it were a button.
With this revelation, they all began trying various sequences, finally arriving at yellow, blue and orange which caused the misty veil to lift. With the colored vapors cleared the four of them stepped on the path, walking under the arch to the other side.