Putting plenty of distance between you and the demon Janiven brightens up a little. "Not far now we just have to pass this large inter-oh s&+*.."
Staring ahead you see a large pile of gunk and trash ahead of you. Crawling in and among it are a number of small handsized creatures the size of your hand like a cross between an ooze and an insect. They crawl about on long spindly gelatinous legs and regard you for a second before they scuttle towards you enmasse. Castor panics attempting to climb the top most strands of Pollux's head gripped by sheer animal terror.
Caldazar
Merax
Pollux
Tok
Sclivian
Group: 12
Torbles
Them: 15
Go my ooze bug minions!
This round the ooze bugs advance in a wave of gooey cuteness.
Btw the oozebugs on the wall are there because they have a climb speed.
Castor hisses at the bugs in rodentine fury.
'Horrible mindless things. Squish them, burn them."
Action
get oil flask from pack. Prepare molotov.
Tok feels his as if his skin hardens or - perhaps more accurately - like he's grown an extra layer of thicker skin on top his own. "Thank you, Mr. Ruttle."
He faces the oncoming bugs and lashes out with a fierce attack at the two closest (k5, j5)
Flurry of Blows
Attacking K5: for
Attacking J5: for
Merax bears down on the Ooze bug in front of him with his Greataxe.
Attack:
Damage:
"Does your pet eat these things, friend Pollux? Maybe he would care to work for his dinner."
Caldazar grips his morningstar and prepares to smite any torble that makes it past Merax or Tok.
Toks huge meaty fists have a hard time finding a good hit on the gooey creatures. Merax's axe however has an even easier time of it and the ooze bug before him splatters in a rain of goo. One might believe he overdid it a bit.
Janiven fires a shot at one of the oozebugs on the wall and misses.
They then swarm into the squares of Meraxilar and toke their bodies of acid and hate begin to corrode and devour their flesh.
Meraxilar's armor protects him from the brunt of the small creatures assault while Tok doesn't fare so well. One of the creatures leaps from the wall directly onto his face where it scores a scathing hit across his eyes. Another one crawls up his trousers biting a hunk of flesh from his claf
Merax swings his axe at the oncoming Torble onslaught.
AoO: , Damage:
He then swings again as they set upon him.
Normal Attack:
Damage:
If Caldazar can safely, he attempts to splat one against the ground with his morningstar.
Attack: for
Tok takes advantage of the opportunity and strikes out at the grub.
AOO To hit: for
Desperate to get the nasty buggers off of him, he attempts to smash them.
for
for
Pollux backs away one square.
"Kill them, stomp them. They are not there!"
Working flint and steel to light Molotov. This will take some time.
Tok and MErax manage to splat a pair of the ooze bugs before they manage to reach them. The remaining bugs continue to chew and dissolve their flesh. .
Janiven again fires and misses cursing under her breath about the little bastards. Meanwhile in the garbage heap a head a few curious eye stalks poke out to see what the commotion is before three other ooze bugs scuttle out of the heap to join the feeding frenzy.
Caldazar sweeps his morningstar at a Torble shouting "Feel the thorns of the Everbloom"
Morningstar: for
"There appears to be something considerably larger in that heap. Perhaps we should keep moving."
Merax takes another swing at a Torble.
Attack:
Damage:
Seeing that Cal and Merax seem to have the situation under control with the immediate Torbles, Tok grabs two shurikens and throws them at the approaching bugs.
Attack 1: for
Attack 2: for
Pollux appears wild. His skintone changing from healthy to cadaverous depending on the light.
"Tik-man, please accept my firey bird. Perhaps yopur pet dwarf would like it."
The Torbles continue to chew delightedly on Meraxilar and having difficulty retaliating while Caldazar manages to splat one of the Torbles against the wall. One of Tok's shurikens strikes true and one of the torbles explode in splattery pop of ooze. The other two ooze bugs advance on you their eye stalks waving wildly in excitement. Janiven let's an arrow fly in their direction only to have it pass behind them and land in the trash heap. Sclivian waves his staff uselessly caressing one of the oozebugs. It seems to enjoy the breeze.
Merax attacks another Torble.
Attack:
Damage:
"Is there no end to these things?"
If there is a bug left in range, Caldazar will try to smite it.
Morningstar: for
Sclivian looks at Pollux and the offered gift. "What the? What, blow it up on Mr. Goldfist? I think not!"
He snatches the cocktail and hurls it as best his not-used-to-more-than-a-quill muscles will allow, at the heap of garbage.
1d20-3
"Fly fair bird..."
Pollux takes no action, he is facinated by the soaring flames.
2 infact.
Tok attempts to destroy the two bugs that are still attached to him.
Flurry
To hit for
To hit for
As the party continues to struggle against the torbles Sclivian hurls the molotov cocktail...and falls short. The burning oil spreads across the face of the trash heap and a little ways down the tunnel your way and sets things alight. The tobrles panic at the sight of the flames and flee the scene leaving you alone in the darkness. In the trash heap you hear tiny gurgles and panicked cooing as hundred of much smaller torbles some not much bigger than your thumbnail evacuate the garbage heap and flee into the tunnels around you. Soon you are left with nothing but silence and the flickering of flames.
The dancing lights fade into nonexistance.
"Mmmmm Westcrown should always be seen by firelight. Don't you agree?
"Ahhh..." pollux warms his hands at the flames. "A flaming monster infested trash heap in a sewer. Clearly a omen, or at least a metaphor, but for what dear friends, for what."
Four small chunks of flame detach from the main fire. These flames orbit Pollux for a moment like DIY ioun stones before moving to illuminate the area.
"Well... I'd call that a success. Many thanks, Pollux, clever thinking. Onward?"
I generally find uncontrolled flame is the correct choice. It simplifies as it complicates."
"It appears that you may be better off without me, Ruttle. I was of little of assistance against those maggots. Hopefully the Hellknight maggots will be easier to hit."
With that, Tok pops out another potion to heal his wounds left by the bugs.
To heal:
"It appears that you may be better off without me, Ruttle. I was of little of assistance against those maggots. Hopefully the Hellknight maggots will be easier to hit."
Do not dispair Tok-man." The flame lights rush at Tok, the center of Pollux's momentary attention. The mindless things are many and you are but one. It will take some time to squish them all.
A wry smile on his face, Caldazar says "Well played comrades, but we should continue quickly"
Meraxilar fumbles through his pack for his potion, drinks it (), then walks toward the heap.
Perception:
Meraxilar pokes about with his axe pushing asside hundreds of little rat bones and corpses before it hits something solid. He pulls out a small wooden box and opens it to find two vials. One a gold colored liquid and another matching the color of the potions that Janiven gave you earlier. Also two simple silver necklaces.
Merax hands Tok the healing Potion. "You may need this, Tok."
He then holds up the gold colored liquid for Sclivian to behold.
Pollux and Castor kneel near the trash heap.
"See Castor? See how lovely the bones are? These are your relatives."
"...."
"No you can't eat them."
"..."
"Because you know where they've been."
"Now come on, time to scamper."
"Thank you, Merax. I am developing quite a taste for these. Mr. Ruttle, can we not inspect our 'treasures' when we get somewhere safer? I doubt the bugs will return, but we were not quiet in our dispatching of them. Something larger and more foul could be headed our way."
The bottle is indeed magical. Weak Conjuration in fact.
Potion of MAge Armor.
Merax hands the silver necklaces to Caldazar and Pollux.
"Lead on Janiven."
Caldazar accepts the necklace with a momentary look of confusion on his face before stowing it in his gear.
Oh god I got a loooonnnggggg post to make so give me a little bit.
As you go down the tunnel your steps grow more and more light as your spirits are uplifted by Janiven’s assurance that your trek through the sewers is nearing its end. She finally comes across a wooden door where the marks have been made and you ascend into a dark and rainy alleyway in front of what looks like an abandoned temple of Aroden. The windows are boarded up and there seems to be no light coming from within. As Janiven helps you all up through the exit she closes the manhole behind you and makes a strange rhythmic knock on what appears to be a boarded up door. The door creaks open slowly as a nervous man holding a lantern opens it.
”Janiven! Thank Iomedae! Come in quickly!” The man ushers you all into a scene that you would not have thought possible based on the view outside. This temple seems to be in the process of being restored, its frescos being repainted and much of the dust has been cleaned. Even the shrine to Aroden appears to have been polished and given new coverings.
Within you see a group of people, about eleven in all not counting the group, Janiven and Morisono. At the moment they appear to be having a debate on what exactly to call the group and what “uniform” they should use to identify themselves to each other and the public.
Merax hands the silver necklaces to Caldazar and Pollux.
"Lead on Janiven."
Pollux takes the neclace gravely.
"Look Castor! The wages of sin, see how it sparkles."
Tok takes in his surroundings, looking for anything out of the ordinary or of interest.