It gladdened Leo immensely that the Monitors didn't immediately notice his presence. Out of all the kuo-toa that revered him, these two were the ones he wanted to look weak in front of the least. They were the biggest, toughest, most battle-hardened warriors in his congregation. The formidable stone clubs they wielded would have been intimidating too, if it weren't for the fact that Leo knew the Monitors were at their deadliest when they fought with their bare hands. They only ever used weapons when they wanted to reduce the risk of accidentally killing someone. The last thing Leo wanted in this moment was for the Monitors to see him visibly sickened and start doubting his divinity.

And so Leo mustered as much willpower as he could find. He fought down the sick, twisting nausea. He forced the heavy leaden feelings from his limbs and bones. He brazenly defied the strange gravity in the hallway. He willed the world to stop spinning and the air to stop pressing against his skin. And he actively denied even the slightest possibility that he would throw up. Once he had done all of this, SHOOGBIMBHALD moved away from the wall and walked with perfect steadiness and total confidence towards the forbidden door and the Monitors guarding it.

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SHOOGBIMBHALD makes a performance check of [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/29693]25[/url] to act like he's completely unaffected by whatever bad juju lurks beyond the forbidden door as he approaches the Monitors.
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