A Nat 20 to Love

"So Gorund The Vast charges up to the black dragon, fighting off the pain of the aura of pain that the dragon's minions casted earlier. He raises his ax high above his head, and with a single powerful stroke-"

"Heh. Stroke."

"Can it Jason. Anyway, Gorund raises his ax high above his head, and with a single powerful attack manages to decapitate the dragon, his head falling with a dull thud as blood soaks Gorund head to toe."

"YES! MY ANCESTOR'S HAVE BEEN AVENGED WITH THIS BLOODY BAPTISM!" Tina screams out, fully immersed in her character.

"Yes, but I have a small question for you all." Steven asks from behind his DM screen. "What are all of your passive perceptions?"

A silence overcomes all of you before you all quickly check your character sheets. Various numbers ring out.

"8."

"9."

"13."

"11."

"15." you say, knowing that your warlock was the one with the highest perception (For some reason).

Steven nods, rolling a set of dice behind his screen. "Matthew, you are the only one who manages to notice among the chaos, blood, and screaming cultists that the dragon had been standing in front of a hole. And now, emerging out of this hole you can see a strange creature with the upper body of a woman, and the lower half of a spider. Give me an arcana check."

You roll your dice, thankful that the gods of lucky rolls have smiled upon you. "Nat 20."

Steven smiles. "You rack your brain for information on this mysterious spider woman, and realize that the black dragon you just killed was not just any dragon. It must have been Erangrod, the jailor of Irrianda. Irrianda, as you well know, is the-"

"The demon queen of spiders. Great." You turn to the other players "Guys? We have a huge, 8 legged, possibly apocalyptic problem..."

Steven grins evilly, pulling a miniature out from behind his DM screen and placing it on the map. "Roll for initiative."