"Eh. Glob not good at...numbers. But maybe it dot-two-four of one day? Dat seem more right to Globlob." He nods quickly, then scurries over to join Rav and Palo in scoping out the room with all of the fancy chemicals. He gives a quick thumbs up to Bleek as he goes, calling back over his shoulder, "Do dance for Bah-Grah! They like dance! All in hips!"
Rav frowns at Glob. "That what Rav said, four days in Gar-Silt complex when one of our day."
Blekk stares at Rav with his mouth open in shock. "Holy $%@#...think you might be smartest guy in room." He goes to the hole leading back to the Bah-grah. "Okay...might go bad. If they kill Blekk...love you all, you all like family. Even though we've known each other for like an hour."
He climbs down the shaft to find the doglike aliens.
Whilst Blekk prepares to clamber back down the lift shaft, the rest of the group move through the room, examining the various jars and smashed cages… finding nothing to indicate what was once housed in them, it is fairly obvious that the cages have been smashed with a blunt weapon or an irregularly-sized object. Moving towards the south of the room, a small pile of bones – stripped of all meat and showing signs of having been heavily chewed - is discovered…
…and then, as Biggun reaches for the trident, something terrible happens – the trident and the table beneath it burps ravenously before morphing into some kind of loosely shaped blob with glistening, slapping tentacles and the most dreadful teeth within an opening, slathering maw…
Though Relas moves to protect his summoner and her friends, he's clearly feeling less-than-enthusiastic about fighting whatever this thing is. "Is this like the ooze from earlier?" he queries as he moves close and makes a rather cautious swipe at the thing with one large paw.
But it's a little too cautious, missing the target entirely.
"Ravboom getting tired of Biggun setting off things that attack us because he no let others do checks first." Ravboom growled, kicking Biggun in the butt from behind out of frustration.
Then he unlimbers the 'gun' and fires.
Taking out his frustration upon Biggun, Ravboom levels the alien gun towards the amorphous creature that has tossed the goblin's precious chemicals to the floor as it ambushed Biggun... and, with a satisfying 'click' fires a spur directly into the creature's mass...
...Palomia is equally accurate with her attack - yet the acid that she tosses at it seems to be absorbed long before it can burn her foe. And Relas, perhaps over-analysing the situation, swipes weakly at the shape changer...
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Globlob gives a similar but far more high pitched shriek of dismay as the table comes to life. Anyone looking at him can clearly see that this is going to result in some serious paranoia somewhere down the line. Regardless, he wrangles his wavering voice into the best damn song he can manage, given the circumstances.
"Table scary monster goo!
What next; all chairs, too?!
Smash all table legs to bits,
bite and slash, make it take hits!"
Afterwards, he snatches up an arrow from his quiver and gets ready to shoot.
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A chorus of screams and howls erupts behind Blekk. "Seriously? Haven't even left room yet and you're already all dying. Some people...so rude."
...as Blekk starts to descend, the sudden sound of alien screeching, of Biggun's yelps of surprise, of Relas' roar... and of Globlob's song, echoes down the shaft.
Rearing up, the semi-amorphous creature crashes down towards the over-sized goblin... but, seeming to become fluid just before it makes contact, it merely soaks Biggun in a clear gel...
- just beyond the strange creature that is trying to turn Biggun into lunch, there is a trident on the floor... it is seemingly sized for a creature the same size as Biggun and Palomia.
Relas shuffles a little further around the table-monster, hoping to get a better angle at which to attack. Glob's odd, rather scared-sounding song bolsters his own resolve to make this thing feel some pain!
But somehow he just can't seem to land a blow.
"Nooo, I used to be good at this! What's happening!?"
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"WHY THING ALWAYS TRY TO EAT BIGGUN?!" Biggun screamed as the former table crashed uselessly against his armor. As retribution for the eating attempt, and for trying to keep him from a new weapon, Biggun lashed out with his chain. Unfortunately, he was still thrown off by the creature's transformation.
His only real job for the group done, Globlob nocks his arrow and lets it fly in the direction of the Mimic. Hopefully he can bean it straight in the eye or something useful.
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"Acid work against all sorts of thigns, not all things, dumb longshanks..." Rav grumbles back, pointing out that all sorts and all are two completely different things. "Also help if longshank can hit side of mountain when throwing it... At least once out of 10 times."
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Blekk shrugs to himself. "Sure they'll be fine, seem like capable group. Unless it's something like a dragon. Or a mimic. Then they might die."
He continues on down the shaft.
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Solie, who had been busy trying to put out a fire she'd accidentally started on her own dress, looked up and blinked. She looked at the group, then looked at the table who was fighting the group.
"Why you all starting fights with the furniture?" she asked. "No, no, you stupid heads don't answer. Easiest way to break furniture is to burn it good."
She cupped her hands together and conjured a flame that danced in her hands, then immediately hurled it towards the table!
As the first flames leave her hand, a second burst of fire appears ready to be thrown at the next available moment.
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The semi-amorphous blob that was once a table proves to be a difficult target... Ravboom, Palomia, Relas and Biggun all catching the creature at it's liquid periphery... smearing gel from its surface but causing no real harm...
...Globlob and Solie though, both hit - arrow and fire burning and piercing the creature at it's core...
Screeching, wailing and vibrating furiously, the blob once more rears up to attack Biggun... and once more, collapses before it makes contact with the large goblin.
Ravboom throws the gun down. "Stupid not a gun, stupid blobby thing pretending to be trident..." He begins to look though the unbroken bottles for what he needs for his weapons, leaving the stupid thing to the one that woke it up to kill.
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Solie cackles as her flame finds its mark, relishing in the smell of singed... Well, she wasn't totally sure what that table was made of but it was singed and that's what's important here.
She drew her arm back again and whipped another flame at the table assaulting her meat shield.
Maybe she should stop cackling long enough to aim...
"YEAH! GET HIM PALO!" Relas whoops as he continues trying to land a blow on the table-monster himself, now biting and clawing with renewed vigor.
Tossing the alien rifle aside, Ravboom starts to look to see what has survived the sudden appearance of the mimic... just beyond the crazed being, several jars lie on the floor - some smashed, some with dislodged jars and some still intact...
...meanwhile Biggun, yet again, smashes his chain against the floor next to the mimic.
...and, as Solie fails to toss her fire in the correct direction, Palomia and Relas finally combine to wound the beast. Palomia's bolt spears through the creature, ectoplasm pouring from whole torn in its flanks... and then Relas, seeing the opportunity, leaps.
Down on the lower level, Blekk moves towards the room where Bhagra were last seen... and, as the door opens, several pairs of eyes glow in the dark towards him... accompanied by a low, menacing growl...
Blekk slowly extracts his ioun torch from his pocket, then just as slowly puts it in orbit around his head, trying to do it in a way that the light doesn't suddenly blind everyone. "Okay...Bha gras? Is that you? Please tell me you're okay...otherwise I had to exercise and climb down here for nothing."
Notching another arrow, Globlob tries to repeat his previous heroics of piercing the mimic… but this time, with Biggun stomping around in his way, the goblin bard misses… badly.
…whilst, rearing up again, the mimic forms a horrendously vivid pink tongue and, slamming down again, wraps Biggun up in an ever-tightening coil of muscle, saliva and gunk…
The soft light of the Ioun stone illuminates the Bhagra… and, as they see it is one of the strangely deformed goblinoids that came from the cylinders, they relax. Bared teeth are replaced by inquisitive looks…
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Blekk swallows nervously and murmurs to himself. "Okay. Like they said. All in hips." He cracks his neck and shakes himself out to limber up a bit.
And Blekk dances.
He tells of his journey so far-the long nights spent in the jungle mixing all sorts of alchemical concoctions, his terror upon waking up in a strange location, his joy at finding a group of people who actually seemed to like him. He relays the heroic story of his group's battle on the upper levels, and attempts to convey the situation at hand in a way that seems urgent, but not too pushy. At some points he gets kind of off track, but manages to mostly stay on topic.
He eventually ends the dance, a single tear falling down his face as he stands in the final pose, hoping they got at least the general idea of what he was trying to say.
"Hang in there Biggun, we'll save you!"
Several of the jars are gunk-filled or smeared with detritus... but Ravboom sees three intact containers filled with suspiciously clear liquid... and, cracking one open, catches the sharp smell of hydrochloric acid...
...whilst those trying to bring the creature down have to contend with an over-sized goblin being used as some form of green-skinned shield... whether it is intentional or not, the way that Biggun is being moved around prevents most of the group landing effective blows... indeed it is only Palomia and Relas who manage to connect with the creature... and even then, the damage is far from lethal...
...and, as the muscular tongue grows ever tighter, Biggun stops complaining... and, anyone who would care to look, would see that he has passed out...
The Bhagra watch with their heads cocked sideways... and, what starts at confusion quickly moves to hilarity... as Blekk stops his wild dance, one of the smaller Bhagra gets up from where it had been sitting and, with an unnatural movement of its lupine legs, attempts to imitate the goblin. The effect, ludicrous as it is, has the other Bhagra in fits of what must surely be laughter...
"Gonna have to tell Glob about this. Think I might just be a master of the dance. Okay friends, we all on same page now. Onwards!"
Blekk beckons grandly for the Bhagra to follow him, then saunters back up the shaft, grinning stupidly and not looking to see if they're actually following.
Rav reaches past Biggun's typically unconscious and injured body, and pours the acid onto the mimic's body.
Globlob, realizing the resonance of his voice bouncing off the walls is dying down, swiftly belts out a second verse.
"Gloppy gonna eat our friend?
We give it brand new rear end!
Break the teeth and smash the leg,
Crush it now, we make it beg!"
"Eep, watch where you pour that Rav!" Relas squeaks, narrowly avoiding the acid deluge himself as he continues to rake and claw at the monster.
Ravboom's acid, whilst it does little apparent harm to the mimic itself, does at least burn off some of the adhesive that is binding the limp form of Biggun to the creature... the goblin crashes to the floor as the alien beast rears up to assault Ravboom, its inscrutable nature seeming to at least resent the smaller goblin for stealing his food...
...and then Palomia and Relas, cheered on by Globlob;s chanting, land the fatal blow that had surely been coming… instantly, the structure of the creature starts to change… rapidly returning to its table form before collapsing and reforming as one of the cylinders that the friends awoke in… and then, as the mouth reforms, it lets out a final inhuman scream and dissolves into a rapidly spreading puddle of viscous grease and oil. And there, in the centre of the puddle, is a strangely familiar structure… a blackened tumour similar to that which was discovered on the back of Chief Oddle's neck… it twitches and pulsates for a second or two before becoming still.
The trident that Biggun saw whilst he was fighting the mimic turns out to be arcane in nature, a Fighter's Fork seemingly tossed aside as if it was of little interest... but, for some, this treasure is not the true find... chemicals, alchemical equipment and fuel are here also...
