Cid:
@Jaeger: The man's annoyance with his ill-favored situation is punctuated by his marred noble air's. "Horgus Gwerm and I don'..."
His speech is interrupted by a brilliant burst of light which causes all of you to squint from the sudden pain brought on by such brightness. punctuated by a woman's scream. The spider never moves, not from the light or the scream, not even after said woman falls on it...
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Seren lands hard against something thankfully soft, she is then rebounded off said object as it bursts like a watermelon that was hit by a mallet. She lands on her back some ten feet away from a massive looking shadow. Save for the fact it was now wriggling and bits of wetness were falling on her...
A slimy gooey wetness that stank something aweful...
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The Spider crumples to the floor as its abdomen bursts from the impact and reveals several massive maggots that had been coiled inside of it. Three of the giant maggots turn to face the larger group, much to the lament of Horgus Gwerm who takes a step back from the nasty explosive display...
The last maggot however lurches out of the spiders corpse and towards the one that assailed them...
"Well that's just lovely, look lady you can join the party but do you really have to make such a mess to do so?" Jaeger says as he gingerly toes a piece of fleshy thorax.
"oh look the little fellas are hungry. Well I'd hate to disappoint!" Said with a feral grin as he pulls his sword from its harness.
"Blech! F*@~ing hell! Kieran exclaims as the putrid smell rushes over him. "Gotta be the last f#~$ing thing I expected t'happen."
Seren lands hard against something thankfully soft, she is then rebounded off said object as it bursts like a watermelon that was hit by a mallet.
lol, I was trying to get across the mess nasty smell her entrance made. Also she landed on four sleepy maggots and they decided to wriggle ANGRILY! >:3
"Kill it.." She squeaks. Kill it with fire sweet holy cleansing fire!.!!..!!!!" She shouts as she stumbles back from the sight and smell. A hand extended between her and the abomination in a pathetic attempt to shield herself.
"Gah! Anything but maggots! Give me snakes, rats, roaches, crazy homeless men, and I'm fine! Hell I'd even take on Jaeger's body odor after a week of no bathing." Shudders.
Staring in the direction of the dancing lights she sent towards the spider Lacsiel witnesses the entirety of the woman's arrival, much to the displeasure of her stomach.
"Ugh....that's.....horrible!"
lol, I was trying to get across the mess nasty smell her entrance made. Also she landed on four sleepy maggots and they decided to wriggle ANGRILY! >:3
Ugh, gross! Well, you did a good job with that, lol! And now our sweet paladin of beauty and love is covered in maggot goop and God-knows-what ;-)
Can't say I blame them, haha! Maggots freak me out when they're rice-sized. Can you imagine one the size of a dog or a volkswagen? I can! I only wish I couldn't...
DM *rainbow*
I rise up out of the goop , using my glaive to help me stand, "By Shelyn's flock, I wish I wasn't such a klutz!"
Cid was horribly confused by everyone's disgust at what is normally, to him, a delicacy.
"Why do you kivvil rebuke at such things? We could ration the spider carcass and the larvae and feed ourselves for weeks or until they rot, whichever comes first. Which is why it is best to try to capture the larvae alive to keep them fresh. Squirm as you will; I refuse to fear dinner!"
Initiative:
Although his face briefly shows his revulsion at the site, Lomar says nothing when the spider carcass is squished by the falling woman, revealing the huge maggots which had been within it.
Merely readjusting his aim slightly, he blasts the nearest one.
Eldritch Inferno Blast vs TouchAC 60'range: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 plus Fire damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5
Plus 1 to hit and damage if within 30'
"oh look the little fellas are hungry. Well I'd hate to disappoint!" Said with a feral grin as he pulls his sword from its harness.
Whilst pulling Abyssion from it's sheath, Jaeger rushes the first maggot....
"Till they rot?" Kieran gives the drow an incredulous stare. "The hell you think they been eating in there? Cupcakes!? Them things is rot. Pfft! I ain't ever gonna eat a g#*$&~n thing you cook."
Shaking his head, Kieran stumbles over the rubble and pulls a spear from a clasp on the outside of his backpack. Standing on the outskirts of the scattered debris that fell into the caverns with them, he hoists his weapon above his head and, with a grunt, hurls it towards one of the foul-smelling garbage tubes wiggling towards the group.
Jaeger - 20
Seren - 16
Kieran - 14
Maggots - 12
Ethyra - 11
Cid - 8
Lasciel - 6
Lomar - 6
Jaeger
After battling his way over rubble, Jaeger finally gets to open ground and rushes the first of the three maggots facing them. His blade viciously bites into its soft flesh, releasing the smell of rot as its green blood oozed out from its terrible injury...
Seren Stands up in time to see one of the maggots break off from their putrid pile and moves towards her. She draws her weapon and prepares to defend herself...
Kieran's Spear ends the threat of one of the maggots before it even gets to move. The putrid smell from its slowly shrinking body fills the stale air in the room quickly...
Maggots
Jaegers Maggot 1 (DC 13 Fort Save Jaeger)
In response to Jaegers attack the Creature looks at him and its circular maw expands sickeningly wide as it regurgitates the contents of its stomach all over the Tiefling fighter. Covering him in a nasty soup of spider inners and other unmentionable's, filling Jaegers nose with the foulest smell he has ever smelled and the sting of bile getting into his eyes...
Once per day, a giant maggot can empty its putrid stomach upon one creature within 5 feet. The target must make a DC 13 Fortitude save or be sickened for 1 minute (or until the target spends a full-round action with at least a gallon of water to wash off the filth). The save DC is Constitution-based.
Seren's Maggot 2 (DC 13 Fort Save Seren) Seren had little time to prepare efore the creatures maw opened wide and sprayed her down with a mixed vomit of stomach bile and regurgiated spider innards. Seren is left gagging from the mixture of the smell and the sight of her vomit covered body...
Regurgitate (Ex)
Once per day, a giant maggot can empty its putrid stomach upon one creature within 5 feet. The target must make a DC 13 Fortitude save or be sickened for 1 minute (or until the target spends a full-round action with at least a gallon of water to wash off the filth). The save DC is Constitution-based.
Jaeger's Maggot 3
The last maggot tries to capitalize on Jaeger's distracted state and snaps at him feebly...
Lomar
Lomar's power boils the innards of one of the third maggot that failed to bite Jaeger, its tiny eyes pop as it's insides rupture. Dropping its stinking carcass to the floor...
Two Maggot's down, One on Jaeger and One on Seren still.
"Realy? You little s$%+e! This is my favorite jacket!!"
Ethyra pulls her star knife from its hip sheath and makes a quick prayer to Desna.
Jaegers charge is laying in the rubble the poor mage unable to keep up with he swift moving tiefling. He uses his actions to rise to his feet while Anevia limps her way forward crutch in one hand and crossbow in the other. She grumbles as she tries to get a clear shot...
Lasciel sends an icy blue ray streaking towards the creature approaching the new arrival.
Touch attack
With a quick flourish Jaeger finishes off his maggot the two halves slipping apart.
Cid has an action before round 2
"Illogical. Fine..." Cid draws his crossbow and aims for the remaining maggot. "...but when you all look to me for aid in underground survival, this situation will loom over your heads, and I will say, 'I told you so', as your kivvil-saying goes."
Not sure if I am shooting into melee or not, but if so, please adjust accordingly.
Cid's shot staggers the maggot that threatens Seren, leaving only Jaegers opponent standing steadily. The creature hiss at Jaeger as it prepares another buff bomb, emphasized by its entire white, wet body undulating as it rolls forward another ball of bile to spit up....
BEGIN ROUND 2!
Order
Jaeger - 20
Seren - 16
Kieran - 14
Maggots - 12
Ethyra - 11
Cid - 8
Lasciel - 6
Lomar - 6
Jaeger watches as the maggot rears as if to spit again. "Oh hell no! We are not doing that again!" He says as he stabs his sword through its open maw pinning it to the ground. With a twist of the blade he ends its life and pulls the blade free.
Spitting grossness from my face, I step back to give myself room and swing my glaive at the putrid beast.
Sorry currently in the hospital. Car accident sorry guys. :( still thinking abkut ya all. Will catch up soonish.
Good god, man!!! I hope you're okay!
Battle Concluded! Excellent Work!
Currently you hold all those scales and I will determine the 7th ones power later. However you know what each power is and the flash of insight is followed by an emotional rush of sadness tinged with a resolute determination.
The moment you touched them you had a short vision. One you weren't able to communicate to the others, an ominous vision of what may lay ahead of you in the time to come. A silver scaled warrior, shadowed by something ominous standing behind them, carrying a blade of swirling darkness with a blade the size of a full grown man. They appeared to be leading a legion of shadowy warriors that appeared to sweep across all lands that fell beneath the scaled warriors burning gaze. A symbol sears itself into your mind, a pale hand holding an upraised black sword...
This image is followed by a gods eye view of the current World Wound borders and to your horror they start to expand Outward, nearly consuming the nations that surround it. You witness the fall of Mendev from on high, you saw the land burn and the foulness of the abyss spreading farther then ever before...
Then...
A chill ran through your soul, your blood ran cold and adrenaline hammered through your veins...
You see your son, strapped to an alter, screaming your name. A horrid creature, a twisted aberration of man and vulture. Stalks towards him with a runed blade in one clawed hand and a red hot branding iron in the other. It is then that you see your son has been branded many times already, the fresher brands were bleeding and puffed out.
The images are replaced by a pair of massive silver eyes, staring at you out of the void that lay before your eyes. They are accompanied by a voice the resounded with age and a wisdom gained from years of terrible experiences.
:How strong are you warrior? Can you make the choice of standing for the land and abandoning your son? Or will you abandon the land to Burn? The time is far but it is coming, nothing you do will change this and the choice will be made. Choose Wisely warrior...:
You're left with the seven scales in your massive hand, the weight of your gear was heavier than before and you were unable to describe what you saw. In fact everytime you try to its as if you can't find the words...
The cavern like chamber fills momentarily with the smell of rot, along with the pair of vomit covered fighters. Jaeger is left covered in stink and no clear way to remove it in sight, Seren is in the same boat but both of them luckily held their gag reflex in check after the initial deluge from their annoying opponents.
Apologies for not making clear, everyone o the NPC's (Save for Horgus Gwerm) Have taken HP damage. Anevia has taken the first. Your first aid aided in correcting her inability to walk. But she remains at 6 hp. Aravashnial is at 2 hp after his close brush with the Storm Lord himself. Just clarifying where I was lacking, this was by no means a failure on your part. Apologies once again.
Beyond the spider lay two paths, both as dark as the area you are in already. The left twists and turns off into darkness, giving no clear line of sight as to what lies ahead...
The right twists ten feet into a narrow opening, again though without proceeding down the rough stone path it's hard to tell what lies ahead...
After about forty feet of twisting natural stone walls you arrive in a smaller cavern that appears to have once served as a campsite or temporary lair. A torn bedroll lies next to the cold remains of a fire. A pile of bones, broken equipment and rubble lies just past the campsite.
After about fifteen feet you arrive in a small narrow cavern with a stone ledge that juts out at a right angle on the south wall. Fourteen feet off the ground and sporting a leather strap hangs off the ledge, while above, a narrow fissure yawns up into the dark.
A Crusader's pack fell into this cavern during the battle on the surface. The pack itself is a masterwork pack that contains 10 days of trail rations, a flint and steel, a set of caltrops, two flasks of oil, a bundle of 12 arrows, a potion (Unidentified) and a second potion (Unidentified)
I look around at my companions, "Caught in the collapse as well, eh?"
Then I examine the path ahead, "Well, one way's as good as another; let's see if we can get out of here."
I stride down the left path, peering cautiously into the gloom ahead.
I examine the campsite.
"Well that was bloody unpleasant." Jaeger says with a frown as he flicks a bit of unidentifiable matter from his jacket.
"Bah! Those pathetic little s#+&-eaters didn't put up much a-," Kieran's vigorous voice trails off noticeably and his head hung low as he stares at the glistening silver scales in his hand. He could not remember taking them out of his belt pouch.
For a moment he stands awkwardly in place with his eyes fixed on the small silvery pile he held. The muscles in his jaw tense up as his shacking fist clenches them in and he moves towards the maggot he had speared with an unexpected swiftness. In a hurried movement, he yanks his weapon free from the maggot's midsection causing it to burble a spot of congealed goop across the left side of his face. Without warning, Kieran howled and repeatedly plunged the spear in and out of the carcass, cursing and kicking all the while. His tantrum only lasted a few heartbeats but it was obvious that his fire and fury had an unexpected cleansing affect on him.
Choose? How in hell could I?
He wipes tears, sweat and maggot from his face. Snorts and spits, then looks to the others. "Can't let her go on her own. Mama fly and god-knows-what-the-f*#%-else is gonna be lurkin' about; n' I don't feel like dickin' around with this mess here." He wrenches the spear out of what looked like a deflated balloon floating in a pool of ooze. Reluctantly, he gives the silver scales one last look before shoving them in his beltpouch and following after the young warrior.
With a look at her brother and a shrug Lasciel falls in behind the massive man, alert for other potential dangers.
Lomar dismisses the dead maggots from his attention with no effort whatsoever, although he does glance with arched eyebrow at the big man's odd and unexplained fit of rage.
Before the woman and the others move off, Lomar comments "A moment if you please. If we all are to be trapped here together, I, for one, do not wish to entertain the stench of those creatures any more than necessary." With that said, unless he is stopped, while making sure not approach either of the gore splattered humanoids too closely, and with nose wrinkled in distaste, Lomar proceeds to murmur under his breath and move his fingers in some arcane gestures. Within moments the rot, gore and bile lifts itself off of Jaegar and the Asimar warrior and a much more pleasant aroma of fresh forest is added to their now clean clothes. He then proceeds to clean and freshen Lasciel's, his own, and the clothes of any others who desire it.
Once finished the Warlock continues somewhat haughtily "No need to thank me. Now, before we all rush off, we have some wounded here to keep in mind. I propose some of us explore the left passage and some others the right and meet back here in a few minutes, yes? As well, it might be helpful if we all knew each other's names. I am Lomar, and this is my sister Lasciel." Turning to the lady with crossbow he says "If you feel comfortable guarding those who remain behind, we shall go now." Then to the group at large "Do any of you have a torch to leave behind for them?"
Approaching his sister he says to her quietly "Go with those others if you wish, but do not go too far. Promise me!"
Once gaining her word, he then moves into the right passage, not hurrying but also not waiting to on any who are not ready or willing go with him. As he moves away from the light, his Fetchling eyes automatically adjust to the pitch black darkness.
Coming into the cavern, Lomar spies the pack and briefly considers how best to reach it. Knowing he would have little chance to scale the steep walls he nods to himself and, once again, resorts to his power and his wits. First though he has a careful look around the cavern to make sure of no other dangers or exits or items of interest.
Perception (Taking 20):
Calling again on the simple prestidigitation cantrip, he uses it try and slowly force the strap off the ledge upon which it is caught. If this doesn't work he will try throwing rocks at the pack to dislodge it. If that doesn't work he'll try the cantrip again to try and levitate a sharp rock into the air and use it to saw away at one of the straps. If none of these plans work he'll simply return and inform the others about his find.
"Do any of you have a torch to leave behind for them?"
”Ay,” Kieran replies warily after a short pause. The barbarian plants his spear in the earth then drops to a knee beside it as he rifles through his pack to produce an extra torch. He walks past Lomar to the well dressed man spouting complaints at every turn and extends his torch to him, his expression clearly showing that he won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. After the brief, wordless argument, he presses the unlit spare torch on him as well.
”Yer sisters doin’ a good’nuff job keeping this place lit. So long as I keep close to her, shouldn’t need a torch a me own.” He looks the handsome fetchling over lightly for a few seconds before offering his hand. ”Name’s Kieran. I’d say ‘it’s a pleasure to meet ya’ but it’d make a liar outta me.” A slight smile cracks his previously harsh demeanor. ”Guess I ain’t been thinkin straight. Yer right, Lomar. Be best t’look after eachother till we get outta this…" He examines their surroundings resentfully. "This f&~&ing hellhole.”
Noticing the lights Lasciel had cast were growing fainter, he starts back on his mission down the left-side pathway. ”Cid, here, is gonna keep ya straight. Been more than a little homesick, he told me a while back. Ain’t that right, Cid? Hehe!”
I pause at Lomar's words, before heading left.
"Thank you, Lomar, that bug juice was not my favourite smell."
I look around the group, "I'm Seren, Seren Tyddewi; I'm a serveant of Shelyn, but you prbably guessed that from the holy symbol. I'm sure glad I'm not in here alone so, despite the circumstances, it's good to meet you all." Then I tap the peak of my helm with a friendly nod.
Kieran's stern attitude grants him a moment of presence with the noblemen who accepts the lit torch and nods in agreement. Offering little resistance as he waits with the others, sniffing indignantly at the elven wizard as he moves around blindly. Anevia rests on her crutch and nods when Lomar finishes speaking. "It'll be a b++$! to reload but I am comfortable enough holding our own here."
Horgus rolls his eyes as the elven wizard turns, facing back towards the rubble, as he was not used to following the echoing voices. With a sour annoyed voice Horgus mumbles. "Indeed, were just peachy..."
After about forty feet of twisting natural stone walls you all arrive in a smaller cavern that appears to have once served as a campsite or temporary lair. A torn bedroll lies next to the cold remains of a fire. A pile of bones, broken equipment and rubble lies just past the campsite. with another natural cavern pathway leading out on the opposite side of this chamber, from where you stand it appears to curve off to the right...
Lomar ids able to see a lone strap hanging over the edge and is unable to discern what is attached to the leather strap hanging over the edge. There is also an exit on the other side of the chamber, another natural cavern hall that appears to be curving left...
"I'm not letting you go down some random tunnel alone,"Lasciel replies with an incredulous look. She turns to follow Lormar down the right path.
When the use of range manipulation fails to work she looks at her brother in the darkness. "Let me try something." She goes down to one knee placing a hand on the earth as she calls on a small earth elemental to retrieve the item attached to the strap.