RANDOM EVENT
The cub - poor, lost thing - looks malnourished and cold, as if it has been away from its mother for some time. Indeed, there is no sign of an adult Ursur as the group sail overhead, and it bleats pathetically after them.
Perhaps it is because Loren is concentrating too hard on the waif that he does not see what lies ahead. The tunnel narrows considerably, and drops away into a deep, dark void, like some enormous blade has sliced through the ice. It seems to go on into the darkness for some time. Above lies a maw of icicles - delicate and very, very sharp - and Loren knocks against one of them as he flies through.
It is enough to send the others plummeting.
The group clears the Ursur cub and Loren knocks one of the icicles along the cave ceiling. This causes a ripple effect, and a rain of icicles showers the group.
Perhaps it is because Loren is concentrating too hard on the waif that he does not see what lies ahead. The tunnel narrows considerably, and drops away into a deep, dark void, like some enormous blade has sliced through the ice. It seems to go on into the darkness for some time. Above lies a maw of icicles - delicate and very, very sharp - and Loren knocks against one of them as he flies through.
It is enough to send the others plummeting.
The group clears the Ursur cub and Loren knocks one of the icicles along the cave ceiling. This causes a ripple effect, and a rain of icicles showers the group.
