The Underdark's reaches await.

To the call of "here boy, who is a good snakey-wakey? Boy wanna treat?" the crimson snake-like creature rises up to look upon Ned'ciranis. This thing is massive, at least thirty feet long. It remains indifferent, so far.

Round One Gul

The underdark's son continues coming closer to the being, crouching slightly to appear less threatening and make sure it does not attack out of misguided self-defense. With the same thing in mind, he mumbles a few arcane words and his armor is whisked, from his room, over his body. With the promise, "Calm... Calm, boy, and I'll give you someone to eat..." he continues approaching.

Wild Empathy requires the animal to see me and me to see the animal clearly, so I'd be within 30 ft. and it normally takes a minute.

Knowledge: dungeoneering:
Dice Roll: 1d20+6
d20 Results: 18 (Total = 24)

initiative:
Dice Roll: 1d20+9
d20 Results: 18 (Total = 27)

Raising an eyebrow, Belar circles on his steed a short distance above. He watches his brothers antics with interest.

Knowledge Nature

Dice Roll: 1d20+10
d20 Results: 6 (Total = 16)
These dice were omitted, altered, or moved: 1d20+19
Original Dice: 1d20+19

Knowledge Dungeoneering

Dice Roll: 1d20+6
d20 Results: 1 (Total = 7)

Init

Dice Roll: 1d20+19
d20 Results: 6 (Total = 25)

The upper half of the beast sways side to side as it looks down upon the drow vermin-wrangler.

~ Round One ~
Ned -
Belar
The Leechking(?) -
~ * ~

Aragorn Wild Empathy

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Ned'Cirannis launches into a series of clicks and hisses, which sound rather disturbing to the normal ear but, in his experience, calm the nerves of all manner of vermin, before continuing, "You're a smart boy... you know who you should attack and you know it's not me... good boy..."

The leech lowers back to the ground and watches for this supposed food it has been promised.

just in case lol clean up

Ned'Cirannis approaches the creatures closer, rubs his gloves hand over its skin, a little roughly so it actually notices it through its rough hide. "Good boy", me mumbles, or rather something along the lines of 'for the moment obedient boy', which is the closest Drow equivalent. In the meantime, his other hand is turned to Belar'Bryn. "We'll need someplace to keep this guy. Find a cavern."

Belar chuckles a bit at his brother. He nods and asks "Can you obtain any poison from it?" as he searches nearby for any large concealed space.

The darting fingers clearly show that their owner is insulted by the question. Of course I can. Can't you? In the meantime, Ned moves along the beast, stroking its thick hide, and quietly thinking about what to feed it.

Belar'bryn says "Personally brother, Im not to keen on getting near enough to do so. I could, but its different when the beast isnt dead. Any idea on how long the poison would last?"