For the first time on this adventure Borondon can taste fear. He takes a swing with his new axe:
and is obviously not used to it.
For the first time on this adventure Borondon can taste fear. He takes a swing with his new axe:
and is obviously not used to it.
Round 1 Update:
Svetla: [swing and a hit]
Navorn: 25 [pending]
Divel: 24[arrow strike]
Ingrahild: 21 [casting resistance]
Merzhan: 21 [tossing erl--need D100 roll]
Borondon: 21 [whackidy whackidy--need damage roll]
Sondergang: 19 [casting bless]
Gelatinous cube: 7
Divel:
The clear gelid mass surges through the hallway, its speed accelerating as the party's attacks wound it. Divel's arrow is swallowed up to the fletching, Svetla's sword carves a transparent hunk from the transparent beast. Up close Borondon and Svetla can see several partially-digested rats within the cube's interior.
You actually hit Borondon, this thing has a 2E-style Ac number (i.e '3') A crippled kobold could hit it. KILLING it on the other hand...
Borondon's axe slices deep into the clear tissue, causing a stinging liquid to spatter on him. The surging wall of jelly forces him to scramble back nimbly. The ooze covers the hallway where he stood as he moves back.
Divel tries to re-enter the skeleton room but the beast catches him at it.
Merzhan pulls a glass flask from his pouch, pulls the stopper from its neck and dexterously fits a treated fuse into its neck. He lights it and lobs it at the advancing ooze. The round globe hits square on, the volatile oil blossoming into a sheet of bright flame. Svetla and Borondon feel as if the air has caught fire. Their vision clears and they are left with with smoldering hair and a few small painful burns on their skin . The front of the ooze ripples with flame but it surges on, relentless. The hallway fills with a murderous stink as the gelatinous cube burns.
Divel darts for the skeleton room, but his skill and speed fail him this time. The ooze sucks him in, entombing him in it's clear flesh. Divel's senses turn dull and echoey, as if he was deep underwater. He feels the sting of acid againt his skin and realizes that the beast has him proper. Eldormiel's rich voice flits across his mind briefly:
"The vital humors of a Courinjelvidene are extremely acidic. Wood, flesh and bone dissolve quickly under its assault. The fluids are often in high demand for their dissolving properties, but few would willing search out such a beast."
reflex save 1d20=12 but I forgot to add the +1 for the bless so thats 13 which passes..just
Sondergang barely avoids the foul and putrid gel as it lurches forwards ending up behind Merzhan.
"Keep falling back" he cries "The damned things too slow to keep up if we do and the elfs only chance is if we kill it quickly"
Round two
He launches a bolt of acid from his hand at the cube and then moves back a further 5 feet
ranged touch 1d20=15, damage 1d6+1=2...at somepoint I will roll higher than a 1 on a D6 damn you IC
Svetla manages to evade the flaming ooze as it surges down the hallway, its advance forcing her to the edge of the open pit where Udo the skeleton once lurked.
Divel attempts to move in his prison, but finds his arms and legs wont obey him. . The flames that coat the front of the cube make interesting patterns that he can just see past to the horrified visages of his companions. The sting of the acid fades, and a numbness fills his senses.
The party can see the dim shadow of Divel locked in the huge cube behind the rippling oil flames. Gobbets of burning ooze slough of its front and are reabsorbed by it as it continues its relentless surge towards the party.
Round 2 [edited]:
Svetla: [Pending]
Navorn: 25 [pending--strummin' on the ol' banjo?]
Divel: 24[TRAPPED]
Ingrahild: 21 [pending]
Merzhan: 21 [FIRE BOOOLT!!!!]
Borondon: 21 [pending]
Sondergang: 19 [ACID BOOOLT!!!]
Gelatinous cube: 7
Round two
See previous post..funny though its an acid based creature... but does not have immunity to acid.
Round two
See previous post..funny though its an acid based creature... but does not have immunity to acid.
Both Merzhan and Sondergang strike the oozing abberation with conjured bolts, one green, one fiery red. They pound into the clear cube, but it doesn't react, moving ever closer to them.
"Divel we will free you from your gooey prison!" Borondon takes another hack at the creature:
Attack: 1d20+7=13
Damage: 1d10+4=5
He then retreats back another 5 feet.
Svetla leaps across to the otherside of the pit.
Svetla leaps across to the otherside of the pit.
Borondon's axe carves out another chunk of gelid flesh from the flame-shrouded ooze as Svetla leaps nimbly over the five-foot pit. The nimble dwarf follows suit as the ooze scrunches up and sends out pseudopods around the open chasm.
Svetla swings at one of the pseudopods. Sure that doing this won't hit Divel.
Svetla's sword licks out and carves off a large pseudopod of the ooze.
Ingra, falling back readies her crossbow and fires
The small cleric's bolt fires true, sinking deep into the ooze. Divel watches with stinging eyes as the bolt travels past his head deeper into the cube's interior. The entire mass quakes and shivers, stopping its forward locomotion. As if a wineskin burst, the ooze deflates. A flood of clear fluid rushes down the corridor, swirling around the feet of the party and dripping down into the open pit. The last flickers of oil flame gutter and die, leaving nothing but a choking haze of burnt jelly smoke. Divel's form lies prone, still encased in the remnants of the ooze.
Divel:
Svetla hurries over to the gelatinous corpse. She pulls out a dagger and begins to hack into the mess. She focuses on freeing Divel as quickly as possible.
Sondergang moves as quickly as he can to assist in getting Divel out of the oooze..scraping the muck of the elf with his heavy gauntlets he wrinklles hyis nose at the acid smell coming off him
Svetla and Sondergang rush to Divel's side. Fortunately much of the thing's mass seems to be draining off into the pit. Divel lies crumpled amid gobs of goo and various coins and stone chips. The elf stares around wildly, his eyes the only thing moving in his head. He breathes shallowly as the group brings him from his gelid prison, but is completely still.
Divel's skin looks as if he was standing in front of a furnace. An angry reddish burn covers his exposed skin. His hair even appears to be shorter than it was. Several of his cloth and leather items smoke lightly.
The ooze's body has also left a longsword and a warhammer behind, their metal polished mirror bright by the aberration's intestinal juices. Dwarven runes twist around the warhammer, and Draconic sigils seem to be inscribed on the blade. A mirror-bright chain shirt winks among the ooze's noisome corpse as well.
"I..........I.......thanks."
Eventually the elf rolls onto his front and crawls away from the goo.
"Again, I......cough, cough" he gives up on talking.
Sondergang moves the armour and weapons aside then turns back to the stricken elf.
"Let me through, let me through, Sondergang, lets attend to this brave elf, oh look at you Divel, you have gone and made a mess of your clothes, go ahead put on a new set and I will launder these, oh you look sore, let me take a look at theat"
Go to [http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1921063/]Heal check=7[/url].
Smiling and shaking his head at the Motherly dwarfs actions Sondergang merely lays his hand upon Divels burnt skin intoning words of power and causing the reddening to cease
Divel clasps the dwarf's hand and shoots for a quick smile. "Better."
Slowly he stands and stretches. Then he checks his bow and arrows. Then his armour and the lesser equipment.
Eventually joins the group examining what has been found inside the monster.
Sondergang and Ingrahild tend to the ooze-encrusted elf. Under Sondergang's magic, Divel's acid burn fades in intesity. The paralysis fades and the sting of the exposed skin once again tingles Divel's nerves. His clothing looks as if it has pinhole burns all up and down it. His chain shirt is streaked with shinier patches, the ooze's acid having taken some of the tarnishing off. Odd gobbets of ooze drip from various places on the elf's body.
Merzhan casts Detect Magic and determines that the two weapons and the chain shirt are indeed magical in nature. The Draconic runes read Xorn Claw.
The others pick through the other leavings and find some items of interest.
Leavings in the goo:
A brass scroll case, which seems to be locked in some way
A large Cat's eye gem.
A metal flask with sloshing contents.
A pair of golden serpentine arm bracelets fashioned in the form of Mermen
Borondon pats Divel on the back. "Har, that was another close one!"
Then his eyes gleam when he sees all the loot.
"Indeed friedn that was a close call, heh we seem to have them often...will make a fine tale however"
Svetla takes out her waterskin and pours water over her dagger and gauntlets in an attempt to get rid of any ooze left on them. Looking over towards Divel, she asks the dwarves, "Is he going to be ready to go soon? We still need to check out that room."
" The armbands, flask and scroll case are magic..as to what kind" He shugs and smiles " that's our friend Divel's area...the letters on this scroll are dragonic but not a language i speak"
The hallway's burning haze has subsumed somewhat, the unobtrusive venting system of the Tharkadian dwarves still doing its job after a millenium.
The group stands ready to face their next challenge.
Sondergang touches Divels clothing again intoning a prayer to Torag and the holes in the garments close as if they had never been there(thats such a useful ability)
The elf's face colours slightly at the clothes returning to normal.
He opens his mouth and shuts it again like a trap.
"Good."
Then he moves over and opens the door he has already checked. The place is in a certain amount of darkness now that his torch has gone out.
"No torches left."
"I can make lights that dance...little orbs kids from the villages love em. Not a torch but useful"