I'm not sure what to do here, if fire doesn't work... Seamus pauses, before pulling an acid vial and flinging that to see if it works.
Trianne moves up to get a better look, squeezing in next to Haftor as he struggles with Jarrek. She leans around the edge of the tunnel and holds up her torch, illuminating what’s inside.
“Is that a—” she says, seeing the writhing mass of goo. “Ugh, that is gray ooze!”
Her free hand first lashes out with a shard of energy, and then reaches for the wand at her belt.
Round 2 (ongoing):
Initiative order
Seamus-delaying
Trianne-acted
Jarrek
Haftor-acted
Enemies
Kronug-delaying
Trianne recalls the general traits common to oozes. Her spell does a little bit of damage to it.
Jarrek lets out a string of curses in common and Orcish, grabbing back at Haftor's arm as he tries to haul himself out of the goo.
With the stout dwarf's solid arms and back to help him, the big half-orc manages to pull himself out of the ooze with a loud sucking noise and retreats back past the other warriors in the sewer.
With Jarrek out of the way , Kronug will first wait for Seamus to throw his acid.
Then he will come out of delay, move up, and smash the ooze with Gorum's Thorn. He will use both Combat Expertise (as he is not worried about missing) and Power Attack.
His AC is 28 with Combat Expertise, and his CMD will also be 28 (21 normally, +5 vs grapple from human fighter FCB, +2 from Combat Expertise).
Jarrek tears himself free and retreats, while Seamus drops a vial of acid onto the ooze. Then Kronug advances and strikes. The acid and Kronug's mighty blow are enough to turn the ooze into an inert puddle.
The second ooze well, oozes forward and strikes against Kronug, but narrowly misses as the fighter dodges aside.
Round 3:
Initiative order
Seamus
Trianne
Jarrek
Kronug
Haftor
Gray ooze
After a moment of consideration, Haftor realizes that the best thing he can do at this point is not be in the way. He backs out from the melee and provides a touch of healing to Jarrek once he's clear.
“Mind, another one!” Trianne alerts those who might not be able to see. She pulls a wand from her belt and sends an arc of energy piercing into the ooze.
Kronug continues to attack, on his guard against the ooze's strikes.
He lands a powerful blow with Gorum's Thorn.
Seamus draws another vial of acid, preparing to throw if it survives Kronug's mighty sword.
Seamus will holster the acid flask, watching Kronug work to finish the ooze, Get him! turning to Trianne, How's an ooze like that become so big, and try to eat people? he asks...
Trianne is aware of speculation that gray oozes may not be alive as such, but instead arise spontaneously from the waste from alchemical experiments. (For some reason, most alchemists don't think much of this theory.)
Round 3 (ongoing):
Initiative order
Seamus-delaying
Trianne-acted
Jarrek
Kronug-acted
Haftor-acted
Gray ooze
Seamus cheers on the fighter, while Haftor heals some of the damage Jarrek took. Kronug cuts deeply into the ooze, and Trianne adds a bit of damage.
Jarrek catches his breath but that doesn't stop him from urging his companions to greater heights. "We've got this, finish that thing off Kronug!"
The ooze misses wildly with a lashing pseudopod.
Round 4:
Initiative order
Seamus
Trianne
Jarrek
Kronug
Haftor
Gray ooze
"DIE, VILE SLIME!"
Kronug continues his glorious battle against the monstrous blob.
If it isn't dead, he will step back so that others can get a shot in.
Kronug's blow is enough to put the ooze down.
Just in case he doesn't have the opportunity later, Haftor reaches out and rests his hand on Jarrek's shoulder, providing Torag's blessing of healing.
"Nasty blobby beasties," he adds in a mutter.
Haftor now has 1 1st lvl and 1 2nd lvl spell remaining.
“Well fought,” Trianne says with a smile. “Can we keep the screaming to a minimum until we find Grenseldek?”
She gives the oozes a few seconds, making sure they’re dead, before hooking her wand to her belt and twirling a pointer finger to get everyone moving into the tunnel.
“C’mon. Let’s get out of view,” she says, pulling her staff to hand once more.
Seamus pokes at the ooze's remains, before scooping up some into a spare potion container, Okay, screaming to a minimum - check. he says before proceeding.
Kronug is just about to begin praising Gorum (which normally involves screaming and banging his sword on his armor) when he hears Trianne's caution.
"Right."
He cleans off the sword.
"Praise Gorum for this victory," he says at ordinary volume.
Haftor now has 1 1st lvl and 1 2nd lvl spell remaining.
The passage turns south and runs another ten feet or so before ending in a circular chamber that's waist-deep (for the humans) in foul-smelling water. Ten feet above the water, a hole in the ceiling opens into what's likely a latrine. The walls are rough-hewn stone and not terribly slimy, looking like a moderately difficult but not impossible climb.
Jarrek cranes his neck to look up the well then he looks back at Seamus. "You want to take a peek?"
"By Torag's sanctified nethers." Haftor wrinkles his nose as he looks around the sewers.
[ooc]I was assuming Seamus had some climbing skill and was willing to give it a try. He could stand on someone's shoulders for a boost, climb up through the hole, secure the rope and drop it down for us to follow.
Kronug has a decent Climb at +7 after ACP. He is willing to go if needed.
Kronug easily scales the wall, emerging through the hole into an empty room decorated in a pattern of pale blue and white tiles. Some of the tiles are cracked or missing.
If Kronug lowers a rope, the rest of the party can follow him up.
Kronug will in fact lower a rope for everyone else to climb.
On the way up, someone notices an old boot wedged between the stones near the top of the shaft. The leather is ancient and somewhat mildewed.
Jarrek grabs the boot and stuffs it in a pocket before continuing up the rope. Once up, he takes it out and says "Anyone else see this boot? Seemed weird, stuck in the side of a sewer shaft."
Might as well grab it, might come in handy... Seamus offers scampering up the rope. Can make soup in a pinch, or throw it at a dog, or any number of fun alternatives!
It falls into pieces when Jarrek takes it, although he's able to hold onto the buckle.
Haftor climbs up, grumbling the whole way. Once in the room, he adjusts his belt and looks around. "Hrm. Double doors."
Trianne’s face has been decidedly unpleasant during the entirety of the ascent once the biological nature of the approach crystallizes. With unladylike grace, she finishes the climb by arming her weight over the lip. She stands and brushes herself off, looking around at the chamber.
She hears what Haftor says and replies, “To a privy?” She shrugs and assumes the fort at one time either served royalty or that this was a common practice in the military with the regular comings and goings of multiple soldiers. Then her grimace returns at the thought, and she shakes her head to clear her mind.
Jarrek chuckles and tucks the buckle into his belt pouch. "Could maybe put somebody's eye out with it, yeah." He grins at Seamus as he pulls his huge sword off his back and gets ready for Haftor to open the door.
Seamus creeps forward to inspect the doorway, Hey that buckle could be useful if caught in a card game with some fey, or a goblin? he tries to offer the bright side. Checking the door he clicks his tongue a few times and then....
Opens the door to see what's on the other side....
The doors seem untrapped, and open onto a short hallway.
Kronug takes the lead. He assumes there are probably not traps throughout the heavily-traveled hallways of the fort (such as to the privy), and so proceeds without the constant active checks, though he does attempt to be relatively quiet.
Kronug opens the double doors, Gorum's Thorn at the ready.
He stops to listen for foes before proceeding.
The Kellid hears sounds of heavy footsteps, and an occasional deep grunt.