The faint wet splatting sound of the tentacle striking stone made the Drow woman’s ears perk up. She knew not at first what had been thrown but it had landed off to her right, rather close in fact though not near enough to see. She soon realized what the human had done when her queried gaze was met with the sight of a long, writing black tentacle stretching upward from the cave floor. Followed by another, and then several more. 

With a sudden lunge the nearest tentacle sprang forward reaching out for Larafan. Eyes wide she hopped backward avoiding it’s grab for her legs, the elongated feeler then jutting upward reaching for her torso. Once again she dodged though just barely, nearly losing her footing. Her eyes constantly darted to the side half expecting her foe to come bursting from the fog but he did not. The Drow’s swift dexterity all that spared her from being snagged. 

Sure that she was now out of reach from the still writhing magical appendages Larafan turned her attention fully toward the center of the chamber which remained concealed by the heavy fog. Teeth gritted she took to her staff again, raising it high as it hummed a sickly green light spreading over it. Pouring her focus into her spell and muttering the needed incarnation, a bright flash followed by a wave of energy rolled outward from the necromancer’s staff. 

A rustling could be heard on the far end of the chamber, as well as the clanking and rattling of rusted metal followed by the scraping of boots against the stone. 

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Nine [url= https://www.dndbeyond.com/monsters/skeleton]skeletons[/url] risen by Larafan’s dark magic came shuffling forth through the fog. Summoned to serve which in this instance was to flay the invasive human alive. [b]“Shear the hide from his body and bring me his head!”[/b] Larafan shouted as the nine undead spread their ranks as they ventured into the center of the chamber, hollow eyes immune to the dark itself searched through the fog as the resurrected minions kept their swords and rusted shields at the ready.

The Drow sorceress glanced back at the still moving appendages off to her right before stepping further in the opposite direction as there no sense in accidentally wandering into them out of monetary lack of focus.