Astraden does not have to deal with any weird auras, and plunges her rapier deep into the ooze's mass. Sadly, her attack seems to have no real effect. The monstrosity glares at her through three red-rimmed eyes. "Good effort. Really, not bad. You shouldn't feel bad about that effort. You should feel bad about calling me 'syrup'. I'm going to rip out one eyeball for every time someone compared me to mortal foodstuffs. You're going to need more eyeballs."
"Hope you don't mind the air freshener, by the way. So what are you, sewer patrol? You all smelled like excrement."
It pauses. "Well, no, actually, he smelled better." Astraden and Farrukh see the creature gesturing towards where Eben was. "He smelled more like...what, rotting corpse?"
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Seeing his friends’ (and Farrukh’s) weapons prove ineffective, Tanith groans and pushes forward into the fog. ”Mighty Kord, forgive me for what I’m about to do.”
Stepping up behind Farrukh, the big man reaches around to touch his spikey shield-thing with a surge of the Brawler’s might.
Rodrigo lets the ant continue to try to eat the spilled lime jam, while he considers what to do.
(smite damage, should bypass DR/Good?)
Unable to see anything other than a misty green outline of Tanith's bum, Rodrigo can't see anything. "Uhh, guys....What should I do!? What's going on in there?"
It pauses. "Well, no, actually, he smelled better." Astraden and Farrukh see the creature gesturing towards where Eben was. "He smelled more like...what, rotting corpse?"
From out of the concealing mists, Eben's agrieved voice cries out, "SANDALWOOD, you stupid pudding!"
He pauses in a recitation of culinary uses for the corpse of the demonic slime to cast a spell.
Then goes back to possibilities. "...beaten with egg whites to make a souffle? Hey, Rodrigo, you got anything to clear out this nasty cloud? ...baked in an oven till you're crispy and golden brown?"
Eben hears the creature responding thoughtfully. "No, I definitely smelled rotting corpse. It hit me pretty quick. Wait. Wait a second. Don't tell me you actually—ARGH! GET THIS THING OFF ME! ALWAYS BUGS WITH THESE PEOPLE! F@#& OFF, bug!"
The reek of the cloud is worse than Zahol's channeling, but Carina manages to keep her stomach from violently flipping out.
"Air freshener? You're kidding, right?" Carina coughs as she pulls out a new bomb and tosses it into the cloud.
For a moment, there is no reaction. Then the cloud starts to thin out, the bomb's antimagic steadily wearing it away into nothing.
"Get OFF!" The creature releases a cold, cloying miasma of greasy darkness. The feeling reminds everyone somewhat of the scroll room, but a good deal more painful.
If you rolled less than 21, take damage and be sickened for 4 rounds. Otherwise, halve the damage and negate the sickened effect.
If you rolled less than 21, take 12 damage. Otherwise, halve the damage.
"S@~+! Be lucky, my friends!" Astraden steps back, counting on the ant to keep the ooze distracted as she moves out of range. She drops her rapier, then twists her hands in a serpentine pattern, calling to the ceiling, "Srec´a nas favorizuje!"
"Ow! That...stings. I guess."
"Now eat my holy shield of justice!"
The creature ignores Astraden's prayer entirely, but Farrukh is able to strike two brutal blows, grievously injuring it—and completely ignoring its previous resistance.
Tanith turns and re-casts the spell upon Eben.
The ant explodes from the jelly's spell, so Rodrigo summons another one.
It bites at the ooze thing.
"Now that I can see, you guys want a haste? Almost out of juice..." Rodrigo asks.
This time, Carina ends up taking the brunt of the jelly's spell. Her knees buckle, but she spares a concerned glance at Tanith to see how he's doing.
Carina spares a glance at her bomb belt. Only two left. Should save them for an emergency.
Instead, she draws her crossbow and points it at the jelly, pulling the trigger!
The new ant struggles to land a hit on the writhing mass of goo. Carina's bolt lodges in the creature, but doesn't appear to have any effect.
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Eben nearly succumbs to the unholy miasma the ooze produces, but then calls on the same reserves that have been supplying his litany of culinary insults towards the creature. He ends his speach with a dramatic flourish... ..."saffron flavored !" and, in so doing, finds the strength to battle the almost tangible evil the creature produced.
"That's better..." he says, once the feeling of pure unwholesome nastiness passes. "Freezing jelly, clouds of stink, greasy darkness... you're just stuffed full of surprises, aren't you? Kind of like a holiday roast goose..."
The air having been cleared by Carina, and with Astraden and Tanith's blessings empowering him, Eben lets loose as many arrows as he can fit to the string.
One arrow lodges right in the creature's largest eye. It lets out a loud choking sound.
"Saffron? You flatter an old demon!" But the creature sounds nervous now. Its form begins to shimmer...
...but as it attempts to cast, it shifts slightly, and one of the arrows that has lodged in its foul form is pressed deeper in by the floor. The creature cringes, and in that small slip, the magic is lost. Its form remains solidly present.
"I'm not gonna get paid, am I?"
"I... *urk* ...wouldn't bet on it." Carina retches as she reloads. She aims at the jelly demon, her arms trembling with the effort before she pulls the trigger...
This one meets with less success than before.
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"I'd say that possibility is looking bleak."
"Yeah, you'll get paid: IN COLD STEEL!"
"...And it looks like you're getting short-changed."
Farrukh slices down the middle of the creature with his Kord-blessed blade, cutting almost a quarter of the way through. Green slime splashes in all directions. The creature sways/sloshes unevenly.
"Well, Zahol died before we ever even came in here even though that wasn't the plan, so, no, even if we all suddenly fell on our own weapons, no payment is coming your way.." Eben helpfully replies. "Unless you take payment in arrows? We can cover his debt to you there!"
And Eben helpfully does his best to extend a line of credit to the monster.
Eben's holy arrow sails with the blessing of the god of strength, ripping through the very center of the monster. The sheer force of the arrow causes the hardened surface of the ooze to crack and shatter, and the green slime within splatters everywhere—painting the walls, ant, and slayer in green, and getting the other adventurers rather messy as well.
Relieved, Carina wobbles on shaky legs before leaning against the wall.
"...Fharlanghn's beard, what even *was* that?" She asks as she reloads her crossbow, her hands still shaking from the beast's magic. She's coated in a layer of slime, but she doesn't really seem to care right now.
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Eben looks greedily down at the creature's remains. "And I warned you what happens next..." he says to one of the splattered eyes, and retrieves a spoon from his backpack before digging in.
Eben looks down at the splattered bits of goo. "Yuck." he says, simply, and resignedly. Because of course this day could get messier.
"...right. Another bath is clearly in order. Or at least a prestidigitation so the guards don't ask too many questions."
"Does the five second rule apply if it was disgusting and unnatural to begin with?"
The ant looks at Carina, waves its atennae at her, then just shakes its head. It holds up two legs, to indicate she probably needs a doppelbath.
Rodrigo enters the room, looking about cautiously. "What. The. Hell!?" He surveys the mess wide eyed. "How can stuff like this be real?"
Then the summoner looks at the mosaic of Kyuss, pisses his pants and promptly runs away.
The ant sighs though the holes in its carapace, and shakes its head again.
"I know, Mr. Ant. I know." Carina sighs in resignation.
She watches as Rodrigo panics and runs off. "And apparently now he does too. Somebody want to go get him before he gets into trouble?"
"I'm sure he'll be fine."
"Oh, c'mon, you summon weirder stuff than this every d... dammit, Rodrigo, come back!"
Tanith chases after Rodrigo and holds him tightly unless the terror passes.
Tanith chases after Rodrigo and holds him tightly unless the terror passes.
It takes about a minute of frantic teleports and a lot of wrestling, but Rodrigo's fear eventually wears off.
Carina waits patiently for Tanith to come back with Rodrigo.
"So... know any good jokes, Mr. Ant?" She asks Rodrigo's summoned ant. She feels a bit silly doing so.
"What the hell was that thing? It was awfully mouthy for an ooze." Tanith ponders aloud as he returns with the summoner.
Eben spends the minute of waiting for Rodrigo to stop screaming doing mild vandalism. Specifically, he takes a piece of chalk out of his pack and gives the fear-mongering Kyuss mural a smiley face.
And he finds one arrow that wasn't squashed by the ooze's bulk.
Rodrigo is clearly embarrassed by his performance, but he offers Tanith an earnest shoulder grip. "Thanks, Tanith," he says with uncharacteristic seriousness. He shakes his head, frowns at his trousers, and then looks to the ant. "Did you behave while I was gone?" The ant looks at Carina and then at Rodrigo. "Stupid ant," he mutters. "Where to now? Any chance we return and bathe?"
Panicked: Characters who are panicked are shaken, and they run away from the source of their fear as quickly as they can, dropping whatever they are holding. Other than running away from the source, their paths are random. They flee from all other dangers that confront them rather than facing those dangers. Once they are out of sight (or hearing) of any source of danger, they can act as they want. Panicked characters cower if they are prevented from fleeing.