Not sure what was going on, the warlock followed suit and conjured up another missile which he sent towards the slimy mass that the dwarf was fighting.
He then looked up and urged the others,"C'mon, jump! The water will cushion your fall. Hurry up!"
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HP 5/10
AC 14
Conditions: no armor so AC=12
Melee: Dagger +4, 1d4+2, P
Ranged: Eldritch blast +5, 1d10, force
2/2 1st level spell slots
Khaz, as your blade cuts deep into the pseudopods of this damned creature, your weapon fizzes and bubbles, but you might be too out of it to notice.
Froog, this must be a gray ooze, but you've never heard of a talking gray ooze. They are highly acidic and have been known to eat through 2 inch thick metal doors in a matter of seconds.
Gael blasts through the ooze with an alein energy, leaving little left.
Vic and Kriv, the last thing you see is the lower tip of the hanging tower completely detach as the demons clash, its coming down with you! One of the feathered gangly creatures seems unconscious and tumbles down with you in the rubble.
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Buppido and Stool remain stuck above, but the other prisoners are splashing down as the ooze melee ensues.
The ooze absorbs the spell as if it didn't even see it coming, not reacting at all. It glows like a moon behind thin clouds.
Cade, the area around the pool's perimeter holds a sludge that seems to be phosphorescent algae. Likewise the cavern walls are speckled with fungi and moss that give a dim illumination.
Cade swims to the shore away from the new threat. . . . and into the fire."
Cade rubs his fingers against his thumb and mutters a small ball of fire forms in his hands. He ljnches the ball at the strange enemy.
Cade scorches the acidic blob, hardening it like glue instantly. It is no longer a threat.
The pieces of the tower come crashing down around you, along with the unconscious bodies of Buppido the derro, Stool the myconid, and a feathered winged demon. Sounds of battle and the droning buzz of the insectlike demons still rages from above.
Still full of rage, Khaz stares at the body, murder in his eyes. He takes several deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down. It takes him a moment to realize that his blade was starting to melt as well. Gods, was that the beast or the spell?
Kriv breaks the surface for air before seeing that stool and Buppido floating to the side,getting to shore only long enough to throws his weapons on the shore before diving back in to help Stool and Buppido.
Everyone seems accounted for except for Sarith, the drow who was pushed over first.
After getting Stool and Buppido to shore he starts trying to stablize them.
for stool
For Buppido
Seeing his efforts are having no effect and in the case of Buppido even negative effects he looks to the rest of the group.
"A little help here, I have to little training for this kinda thing!"
Khaz stared at them. What did sergeant Barr say about this? Bah, I knew I shouldn’t have been drinking during that first aid class!
Ed slashes through the last of the webbing letting him tumble into the water below. He swims to shore helping anyone who needs a hand. He surveys the scene noticing the missing drow and unconscious escapees.
"The drow is gone. Keep on the lookout in case he's waiting to strike. Let's give those two time to recover. Those of you who want the armour, gear up. Let's inventory what we were able to salvage from the armoury. Does anyone see ways to go from here?" He repeats in common and undercommon.
Being ready to travel, he wonders over to see if he can help the unconscious.
Seeing he is doing more harm then good, Kriv moves aside to let Edlethron take over while he goes and puts on one of the chainmail shirts while grabbing his weapons again and a hand crossbow if theirs one spare.
"So, now what are we gonna do, anyone have any idea at all were we are or what direction to even go?"
After pulling himself to shore, Vic also quickly dons the Studded Leather Armor. He examines the area for the way out.
Khaz, looking at the state of his sword, forlornly looks to see if there is an extra he can replace it with.
"Oh no, these two are not looking good. Let me see what I can do."
Stool
Buppido
"There, they won't die on us but they'll be unconscious for a while."
Froog looks around for a moment before grabbing some moss. He mutters a small prayer and his dagger starts glowing.
"There, that's better. So now what do we do?"
Kriv nods his head in thanks to Froog.
"Good question, I think our best bet for now is to wake those two up and get as far from here as possible, who knows how long it will be before the drow come searching for us and I for one do not wish to find out."
Cade looks about, and asks in both forms of common, "Anyone know where we are?"
Ed translates the common to undercommon.
Derendil sniffs at the air as the others quickly look around, eager to get moving.
Eldeth moves closer to the downed demon "Ach...I've never imagined a beastie this foul...wot is it?" she kicks it a few times.
Jimjar mumbles to himself, pointing to the north and south routes before agreeing "Yes yes, I bet I recognize this intersection. I've passed this way but never saw the encampment above. Clever of the drow to hide it so high, very sneaky!" Topsy sarcastically agrees "Those priestesses are some kind of geniuses..."
Jimjar continues "That north route? Takes you to Blingdenstone. The south...well, not sure really. That western passage...Darklake must be over there."
You all finish donning your armor, and Derendil graciously offers his sword to replace Khaz' damaged one.
As you finish the last straps on the leathers your hear a "...rrrrrgh" from the crashed demon. Its eyes blink open and it rises to its feet. Eldeth jumps back in horror.
Gael adjusted his armor wincing as he covered up his wounds, "I don't suppose anyone can do anything about this?"
He looked at the gash, "I think that thing's claw raked a little deeper than I first thought."
The appearance of the demon prevented any answer. He conjured up a bolt, which exploded in its face.
"Are going to keep moving or can we gang up on this thing?"
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HP 5/10
AC 14
Conditions: no armor so AC=12
Melee: Dagger +4, 1d4+2, P
Ranged: Eldritch blast +5, 1d10, force
2/2 1st level spell slots
"Gael! You're still bleading! I think I can help with that." Froog says a prayer of Mending as his hand begins to softly glow. With a light touch to the wound, the glow passes to Gael and the cut starts closing.
"Oh, that's a... actually, i don't know what that is. "
He says to the others, "Bligdenstone sounds like a Sniv . . a Sniver . . . sounds like a Deep Gnome place. The can be shy but friendly. I think." He repeats the sentence in both common and undercommon.
Cade looks at the demon and half to himself have prayer to the gods he whimpers at fate, "Come on. . . . we were so close."
He grabs a bit of the leather from Kriv's muzzle. And begins the workings of a smell.
...begins the workings of a smell.
Gael
Cade, as you bind the forces into a protective field some strange strand of the weave pulls at your psyche, twisting your emotions into primal fear...
Round 1:
Kriv, Froog, Khaz <--UP
Enemy
Edlethron, Vic, Cade, Gael
As the beast wakes up Froog calls down Lathander's wrath almost as an instinct before moving away from it.
Noticing the vrock getting up, krivs tail slaps the ground in agitation and growls loudly.
"For the love of everything good, I am really starting to get tired of this!
Kriv being one of the closest to the vrock, Rushes the monstrosity blade's swinging.
Cade shimmers a moment as if covered by a force field but then he blanches mouth agape looking at Gael. He darts toward a stalagmite and looks back and fourth between both Gael and the Demon as if trying to figure which scares him more.
"Gael! You're still bleading! I think I can help with that." Froog says a prayer of Mending as his hand begins to softly glow. With a light touch to the wound, the glow passes to Gael and the cut starts closing.
Amazed and comforted by the healing magic, the half-elf nodded his thanks, "I owe you one and I don't forget my debts."
Feeling much relieved, he tried twisting his body to make sure that no lingering injury remained, "Good as new. Thanks."
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HP 10/10
AC 14
Conditions: no armor so AC=12
Melee: Dagger +4, 1d4+2, P
Ranged: Eldritch blast +5, 1d10, force
2/2 1st level spell slots
Cade shimmers a moment as if covered by a force field but then he blanches mouth agape looking at Gael. He darts toward a stalagmite and looks back and fourth between both Gael and the Demon as if trying to figure which scares him more.
Gale was surprised by Cade's reaction and feared the worst.
He quickly turned around and raised his hands to ward off another vrock from chomping on his head but he saw... nothing.
Much relieved, he went towards Cade, "What's the matter? What did you see?"
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Kriv's attacks bounce off the demon's flesh, wounding them much less than he expected. Gaels charge of energy seems to penetrate, however.
Images of human flesh echo in your mind, you feel the hunger of the demon as if it is your own, sickeningly. The vrock's red eyes flare and lowly it hums "Wyicdulqw...zmuw uw laz hafr ouqmz. Duy vorv ky talwfpyv." in some abyssal language. It swats away at Kriv and tries to bite his head off in one snap...
piercing
Despite its fearsome appearance, the beast seems to be on its last string of will.
Vic wades in with the shortsword and attacks the beast.
Still in the process of handing over and replacing his sword, Khaz nearly drops it as he rushes himself to try and attack the demon.
Gale was surprised by Cade's reaction and feared the worst.
He quickly turned around and raised his hands to ward off another vrock from chomping on his head but he saw... nothing.
Much relieved, he went towards Cade, "What's the matter? What did you see?"
"Stay away from me." Cade brandishes the dagger in his hand but cowers.
Is Khaz still raging?
Vic sneaks around the demon and Kriv, ducking behind its wing and delivers a killing blow that pierces its back. It lets out the screech of the damned before slowly dissolving into ash.
Barely on his feet after the blow from the Vrock, Kriv is barely able to make out anything as he just collapses on the spot breathing heavily from exhaustion and his wounds.
"Just....just...just give me a minute here."
Finally gripping his sword, Khaz looks at the corpse. He could almost see the makings of a Weapon there. But...no. Now was not the time.
With the others still tending to the wounded, Khaz busied himself with finding food around the cavern and seeing if he could find anything that would help him figure out their location.
Froog breaths a sigh of relief when the demon goes down. Upon seeing Kriv so bloodied he rushes to his side. "Stay still, I'll do what I can but I'm afraid I'm out of magical healing for a while. Thanks for saving me from that web by the way." Froog says another prayer asking for guidance then attends to the wounds.
Khaz, the pool here is an abundant water source, if only you had a way to store it. Also, you think you recognize this intersection as well from your time with the Feldrun. Jimjar is right, the svirfneblin city is indeed that way to the north...but so is the drow city of Menzoberranzan.
Froog/Kriv, quickly collects some water in an upside-down mushroom cap and cleans Kriv's gnarliest gashes. While it doesn't heal the damage, it takes away a lot of the pain. Perhaps the oils in the mushroom cap have some kind of natural anesthetic property.