Bedlam yawns.
Camp!
Been a few hours. I could try to do the math but... it hasn't been too long by the clock. By the adventurer's internal clock, maybe longer.
Someone pick a direction:
4BF
The poo puzzle bypass
The huge underground cavern
Finding a place to camp
Or... whatever you want to do!
Bedlam pulls the handle before heading to 4BF.
Dat be been burn' da Parrot fer weeks! Sum un be need'n ta scratch dat intch!
Ok, so where is everyone? Anyone get in close to Bedlam as he triggers the portcullis trap, or are you giving him some distance because you know it's a trap and you know the portcullis is probably part of it...
Anzath stays a safe distance on the non-Bedlam side of the portcullis.
"Diz iz foolishnezz," she mutters with disdain, How many timez must ve vatch dwarf die?"
Bedlam gives everyone a thumbs up!
Ok, so where is everyone? Anyone get in close to Bedlam as he triggers the portcullis trap, or are you giving him some distance because you know it's a trap and you know the portcullis is probably part of it...
Bedlam grabs the handle of the portcullis trap, turning around to keep his eyes on the portcullis so he can watch it fall. Then, he pulls.
The portcullis, on cue, falls.
The second half of the trap opens and dumps a very, very, very hungry black pudding into the hallway at Room 4.
Bedlam does what any self-respecting, self-destructive alchemist would do!
/x2)20' 13/13
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"He iz dead to uz all."
Phone post: I imagined you around the corner of the finished hall rather than the cave towards the ogre room, but you can start in either place. The pudding is on the outside of the bars. The trap is intended to have the whole party caught inside, watching in horror as the pudding approaches and gushes through the gaps in the portcullis. But we have Bedlam instead.
Anzath announces the blood pudding's notable features. Bedlam's bomb puts a dent in it.
Bedlam winks at Parrot. The dwarf is seen almost always posting from his phone these days!
Anzath mutters to those who can hear her, "It vill eat our veapons and armor, and flesh. If ve cut or pierce it, it vill split in two."
She considers her prized keen scimitars, then looks to the party casters, "Any ideaz?"
Knowledge (dungeoneering)
"My old instructor used to say you just feed them dwarves until they get sleepy and take a nap. But then, that might have just been old enmities talking there."
Is the pudding between us and Bedlam? Could I lightning bolt it without getting the dwarf?
Bedlam motions for Trag to light it up!
You can definitely zap it! It is as wide as the hallway, so you can shoot the side where Bedlam isn't.
While Tragershen thumbs through his spellbook, Anzath downs a potion of Cat’s Grace and hands Aurora her Necklace of Fireballs. She tells her, ”Get back. Use diz vhen ooze haz split into piecez."
Aurora accepts the Necklace of Fireballs from Anzath with a nod, then utters a string of Nethysian prayers in high, clarion voice.
She then backs up five feet.
Tragershen starts to point down the hallway, for a just a moment wavering before selecting the half of the hallway that [i]doesn't[,] include the dwarf.
Lightning bolt, damage, reflex DC 18 for half damage.
Black pudding leans back, cracks its knuckles, and rolls its ref save:
...full damage.
The pud can't think much, but it has blindsense and it's hungry and it's hurting.
It doesn't understand that it's supposed to hunt Bedlam. Instead, it goes for the closer dinner and attacks the rest of the party, conveniently located in the kink of the hallway near room 4.
It goes for Tragershen first after that shock.
A wave of dark chocolate malice crashes towards the elf, but his mage armor pushes it back just long enough for him to twist away from the pseudopod of the monster.
Terapin points at the ooze and commands his snakes to attack, before realizing with a start that they've de-summoned some while ago. Muttering to himself, he scurries further back the hallway instead, putting some more distance between himself and the goo. He's got extradimensional friends that can handle this, but he's also got friends from this dimension that can handle it, he hopes, and only so many summons a day. He'll watch keenly to see what happens and will hold off on summoning help unless the thing winds up being more of a threat than he imagines it will.
Bedlam frowns when the ooze leaves him!
Where ye be go'n!
He tosses another bomb at the must be related to Spiderman ooze!
Hmm. It came to you, but it has reach, so it's not necessarily in your face. Let's let the fates decide.
No--fate says it is 10 ft from Tragershen, and you're a step too far to 5ft in and unload on it.
Bedlam looks up at Parrot's math.
Tink da Parrot be needs da new abacus?
Thanks, Bedlam! Send it to Seattle.
Anzath: the fates have confused your DM, but their conclusion is clear.
Full attack away!
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Anzath steps forward and cuts the pudding to pieces.
By the time Anzath's blades cease whirling, there are, I think, five little oozes where the big ooze used to ooze.
Figured you had a way! Good feat.
"Ah, clever tactic, Mother of Dragons." Tragershen moves closer to the swarm of oozes before it gets a chance to scatter. He levels his burning staff at them and utters a command word.
Casting burning hands on the little oozes. Each one takes fire damage, DC 17 reflex save for half damage.
Tragershen's flames envelop the rapidly dwindling oozes.
The power of the staff melts the smaller oozes, and the bigger ones look thoroughly scorched. Things aren't nearly as frightening as they were a moment ago...
Bedlam looks like he wants to make s'mores when Trag fans the flames....
Tam unloads on the oozes:
Then Lolly steps up to finish the remainder:
Lolly grins at Bedlam. "You look like you're in jail. Suits you, to be honest."
Bedlam just grin at Lolly while taking out his tools
Be like yer swaddling day! Har! Har!
Bedlam is sad to realize that this trap is written so that there is no way to disable it. The portcullis must be broken or lifted.
Anzath suggests the fireball be redirected at the gate.
That might rather scorch Bedlam, although he does have fire-retardant armor...
Bedlam begins rummaging through his pack. The dwarf grumbling something about
crazy antics begin early me tinks!
Taking out 4 Blasting Jellys to the stone beside the stupid portculis!
Coughing black soot, only the mad dwarf's teeth can be seen as he makes his way out.
May be need'n sum aloa veras.
It is the same.
Bedlam blasts away at it, destroying half of one of the bars. He just needs one of them out of his way to escape...
Taking out 6 more Blasting Jellys to the stone beside the stupid portculis!
The dwarf spits soot and teeth and hair!
Be aiming fer da stone around da bars...
Bedlam is finally free from his beetch and stone prison.
Where next, merry crew?