"Brigh's gears! Pus creatures!" Chezwezl exclaims as he urges Trigger forward, then wheels around and fires at the southern pus monster.
Trigger readies to stomp any pus'ers that come close.
The things spew filth and acid when they go, and are immune to them too."
Taran moves up and attacks.
He strikes with his hammer.
Mef puts a bullet in one of the mobile boils and Taran moves in but misses.
blue: 5 dmg
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"Vile creatures! These things, boilborn oozes, I've read about them. They spawn from the diseased dead. They're made of acid so they resist that, and be careful... they explode when killed and spew their diseased insides everywhere!"
Libri moves in, attempting to slash at the tiny thing and hoping just to wound the creature enough.
Libri cuts into one of the boils! The boils move in to attack Libri and Taran!
red: 10 dmg
blue: 5 dmg
"Step back Taran!" Mef drops his pistol and charges the pus creature, near Taran, with lance.
Taran steps a bit back to aid his gnomish companion, swinging (ineffectively) before he moves.
As Mefindio pops the pustule, it explodes and spews its contents on Mef, Trigger, and Taran!
The boil then decides that Taran is a tempting target and oozes its way to the dwarf!
red: 10 dmg
Although Taran takes the brunt of the blast. However, with exploding gunk everywhere he misses the small creature not once but twice
His body, despite hard dwarven physiology, eventually succumbs to the disease.
Mef spurs Trigger and charges the last pus monster.
Taran does not seem to be having good luck as he flails aimlessly around the room trying to pop the moving zit. Eventually Mef comes over to save the day. . . kind of, because when it dies it sprays acid all over the gnome and his mount as well as Taran!
Libri finds nothing of immediate use, although this room offers many interesting features: it seems to have been a very active laboratory with all manner of experiments running. A line of stasis chambers sized for small animals and lab specimens takes up much of the eastern part of the room, all of them no lying open.
The rest of the room contains multiple workstations, cabinets, and lab equipment designed to support alchemical and biological research. Most of the devices-as well as several vials, flasks, and beakers-lie broken and scattered on the floor.
Taran's luck finally changes and he manages to avoid the brunt of the blast this time.
"Uck, that was terrible!" he says, wiping the slime out of his mouth. "I think I'm going to be sick..."
Jorac finds no notes in the room but can find the sign of many varied experiments in the room. Most of the equipment is far too ruined to determine what those experiments were exactly.
"Ugh, I need a drink. Well, I probably need time with a cleric, but I guess I won't be getting that now."
The room across the hall is filled with two circular metal tables and several chairs. Metal cabinets sit against the walls, while tot he north stands a large machine with glowing panels on its surface. The air in this room feels unusually warm. The glowing panels on the surface of the machine seem to be the source of heat in the room.
A search of the cabinets reveals a large collection of 120 tubes.
GOO TUBE
PRICE 6 GP
SLOT none WEIGHT 1/10 lb.
CAPACITY — USAGE disposable
Goo tubes are a form of preserved food. A single goo tube is a malleable cylinder with a cap on one end; when it’s opened and squeezed, the colorful, goopy contents are extruded. Although the texture and appearance of this goo is unappetizing, the paste is actually quite tasty, and comes in a mind-boggling assortment of flavors. A symbol on the side of the tube often grants a clue as to what flavor may be contained within, but these symbols can sometimes be counter-intuitive. The contents of a single goo tube can provide nourishment for a day for one Medium-size creature.
Unfortunately, it seems that many of them have spoiled and each tube has a 50% of either nourishing or sickening.
Mef looks around the room, studying the panels.
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"Hmph. Food paste. Sometimes I think these men from the stars were bees - metal hives, now goo for food."
The party moves along to the doors to the north:
A long table with various unusual stones and dirt samples heaped on it sits along the southern wall of this room, while to the north a line of metal desks with glowing panels and buttons are placed next to a large humming device. The heart of this device seems to be some sort of flickering sphere of reddish-brown mud or dirt. Dust covers much of this room, save for a strangely clean swath between the doors, which leads to the strange humming device.
Following the blood smears from the hallway to either side of this room you automatically note that the “clean stripe” seems to indicate that something came out to clean up all trace of blood on the floor—in fact, this was caused by the room’s occupant! You all hear a telepathic voice in your heads, seemingly issued from the reddish-brown sphere. Where am I? Who are you?
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Jorac whispers to his companions, explaining what the creature is.
"It belongs to the cerebric fungi, a race of carnivorous, intelligent fungi native to a distant planet and although they are one of the lowliest life forms on their homeworld, the fungi still possess an alien intellect far beyond that of most terrestrial creatures. They are capable of showing great curiosity about other race and species. Do not be alarmed by its endless, sometimes senseless, questions."
Taran takes the contemplative mold's questions in stride. "You might want to narrow down the scope of your question there, friend." Teos answers and... well... thinks loudly. "Should I start at planet, continent, country, city or structure? Why not all; in order: Golarion, Avistan, Numeria, Torch, and Torch Hill, although the last might be more properly known as a crashed metal ship from the stars. We're folks from the first four, all from different races, looking in the last one for a friend of ours. I got some dried jerky in my back if you're bit hungry, or you could try some of the goo." He points his thumb at the food canisters. "Although some of it looks bad so I'd smell it first"
Chezwezl giggles a little, as he nods at Taran's explanation.
Oh wow! So why do you have hair on your face? Why don't the others? Who is this friend you are looking for? How did this ship get here then? What is a ship? And what stars did it come from?
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Libri steps forward and succinctly addresses the fungus.
"Dwarves are hairy- it is in their nature. Our friend is a male human who goes by the name of Khonnir. This ship crashed- I am not certain what caused it to fall. A ship is a mode of transportation in space. I do not know the star system from which it came. And now I have a question for you: have you seen the others who came before us? And if so, do you recall how long ago they were here?"
Oh yes, I saw other creatures like you. They were pulled through this room some time ago by metallic creatures not like you. and they left delicious red food on the floor. Can you feed me more red food?
"Uh... wait here." Taran fetches a handful of tubes, in hopes of avoiding the fungus getting any ideas about eating humanoid flesh. He pops a few tops and looks for one that smells something like meat, and takes a guess at which ones sicken. He'll feed one he thinks is good to the creature.
The fungus creatures slurps up the food paste hungrily and lets out a satisfied cooing sound.
"If you got a better idea then feeding him, I'm all ears. And you said he was a genius. Sentient creatures don't treat other sentient creatures like pets. Especially when they are carnivorous; " Taran whispers, although he is poor at both controlling the volume and hiding his annoyance at Jorac's smugness on the matter.
Libri leads the party to another branching hallway.
Taran stops the party for a few minutes, so he can tend to some of his rounds.
When he's walks along the (rather obvious) trail of blood to the east door, and presses his ear to it in hopes of hearing something.
"If there are more of these "robots" on the other side I can't say I'm excited about meeting them."
Taran can't hear anything through the thick electronic door and the party uses their access card to let themselves in:
Metal desks sit to the north and south of this long room, yet the most distinctive features are a pair of odd, bed-like tables flanked by curving panels of blinking, pulsing lights. Moving armatures of metal extend out over the beds, each outfitted with glowing panes of glass and strangely glowing tools. The chamber reeks of blood, with great crimson stains splashed across the device, beds, and floor.
As you enter the room, a four-legged robot with an extra hand made of syringes whirs into action!
"Careful girl! I don't like the looks of those needles!" Chez says as he urges Trigger forward, and fires his pistol at the creature, then reloads.
The drone continues to repeat phrases in a monotone alien language as Libri and Mefindio quickly take it down!
Taran looks about, trying to glean information about the former owners of the blood that splatters the room.