Bahram shakes his head at the man, but allows him to take the weapon. He gathers the other items up and packs them away for future use, then heads towards the closed door with the others.
Aisha positions herself behind Cahal, ready to face whatever may lurk in the nearby room.
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This chamber seems to be an enormous laboratory. Against the north and south walls are two identical daises raised about five feet from the laboratory floor, each accessed by a wide set of curved stairs.
Atop each dais is a wide workbench covered in a bewildering series of glass beakers, tubes, alembics, athanors, and other alchemical tools. Some of these containers are filled with a murky green substance.
A massive mold-encrusted basalt table dominates the entrance of the room, flanked by two small tables to the east and west containing surgical tools and sheaves of old parchment. The walls of the subterranean lab were clearly fashioned from the living rock under the monastery, but carefully cut mold-encrusted tiles line the floor, interrupted occasionally by metal drains the size of dinner plates.
Bahram looks around the room in sickened fascination.
Distracted by all there is to see, he stands still, head twisting this way and that in an attempt to understand all he is seeing.
Mirah utters an incantation, focuses her eyes, and searches the room for magical auras from the doorway before delving any deeper into the room.
Pondering the nature and purpose of what seems to be a large laboratory hidden deep under the old monastery, Aisha carefully looks around the room, searching for anything of relevance.
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You spread out to investigate the room, Cahal systematically walks around the room in a clockwise fashion, looking like a kid in a candy store. As he passes the northern table he notices one of the glass apparatus contains a green fungus that appears to be quivering slightly.
Meanwhile, Bahram stands in the middle being careful not to venture too close to the strange devices on the desks.
Mirah stands safe at the door scanning for auras, of which she finds none.
Aisha and Isis cast a keen eye over the laboratory, heading for the south table first, as Cahal seems to have the North table covered. Isis too spies a beaker full of sickly greenish mold that appears to be quivering.
Unsure of what has happened, and still slightly overwhelmed by all the alchemical equipment, Bahram steps back to the doorway. He readies his weapon, as well as calling several prayers to mind, and waits to see what "is moving".
Seeing Cahal swift action, Aisha realizes something must be amiss and readies herself for battle. She retreats as fast as she can towards the others by the doorway, to regroup for a possible attack.
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Cahal manages to flip the glass container, trapping the slime.
Bahram waits near the door, and is joined by Aisha.
The slime in the upturned jar starts to shake and shiver, before the glass container explodes into a thousand pieces.
The slime near where Aisha was investigating oozes out of the container and slides off the table, oozing into one of the drainage grates on the floor.
Mirah assaults the nearest ooze with Acid Splash, changing the energy to cold as she does so.
Aisha takes up her crossbow and gets herself in a shooting postion, ready to fire upon the hidden ooze as soon as it comes out of the floor grates.
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Mirah waves her hands in incantation and a splash of cold energy leaps out to the ooze in front of Cahal, slowing it down slightly, but not much.
Cahal vents his frustration at the monster by smashing it with his mace, flattening the creature onto the table, leaving it barely quivering, but still alive.
Aisha brings her crossbow up and waits patiently for the slime to show itself, ignoring the activity to her left as Cahal smashes his ooze to a pulp.
The mold on the table seems to rear up and moving faster then you thought possible slams into Cahal with a vengeance, damaging him for one point of damage.
The room goes quiet in anticipation as Aisha looks around for a possible place of attack, she hears the expulsion of air from a broken pipe jutting out from the wall near the door and turns her attention to it just as blob of disgusting green mold rockets towards her.
With lightening reflexes her bolt takes flight and slams into the creature, slowing it enough that it falls harmlessly at her feet.
Mirah unleashes another blast of cold, following up Bahram's fire bolt with it.
Aisha pauses for an instant, trying to assess the situation: firing upon that disgusting ooze attacking Cahal would carry a substantial risk of actually hitting her companion and not the creature, while the one in front of her presents a clear shot. Alos, could there even be more of those creatures in the pipes running below?
Without time to ponder further, she quickly reloads her crossbow, takes aim, and sends another bolt flying towards the ooze she hit before.