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"Oh these beasties are squisy enough, go right ahead! Whahaha" Tyrion yells back as he starts singing a dwarven battle song.
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Goo splatters around as Tyrion hits the heap of flesh with his hammer, but still it doesn't stop moving. Rufus hits it with his arrow, but it is still pulsing and crawling. Hailey hits another slime with a stone, but the wound seems to heal almost instantly.
The heap of flesh keep trying to eat the food dangles in front of them, but it proves too evasive, in all cases.
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Kargen
Grok
Rufus
Hailey
Tessara
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Slime - Green (49)
Slime - Yellow (12)
Slime - Red (22)
Slime
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Tessara retreats as Kargen fires his arrows into the nearest heap of flesh, causing more of that nasty, smouldering stink.
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Tyrion
Kargen
Grok
Rufus
Hailey
Tessara
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Slime - Green (49)
Slime - Yellow (39)
Slime - Red (22)
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Hailey seeing her sling isn't doing much good drops it and pulls out another alchemists fire and tosses it at the closest target.
(firing into melee)
But it lands short and splash all over herself and Kargen..as well as the slime she was trying to hit (1 fire splash for Me, Kargen and the yellow slime)
Hailey fumbles her canister, and burns herself and Kargen badly - as well as doing some damage to the advancing slime.
Rufus adds more fire to the flame of the burning slime in the back, which seems almost finished.
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Tyrion
Kargen
Grok
Rufus
Hailey
Tessara
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Slime - Green (55)
Slime - Yellow (40)
Slime - Red (22)
Slime
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"Bwahaha, run back if ye like. I can take all of these weaklings. Abadar protects me." Tyrion laughs as he continues to swing his warhammer.
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"You look a bit hurt Grok..and I'd better make up for my mistake of tossing some fire at Kargen's feet"
Hailey holds out her holy symbol proudly and an energy as if morning daylight in the summer warms you all over your body washes over you.
Hailey will then cast guidance and detect magic and guide Grok to things she wants moved in the slime to see if it's of interest.
(take 10 on perception for 26 if needed)
It took some time, but the hungry tumours now lie motionless on the floor, the floor still a greasy coating of splattered goop.
There's a passage leading to the east.
Apart from the stickiness of the floor, and the fact that its completely overturned, there are no clues in this room, or anything remarkable...
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"There seems to be a side room..let's go check that out. We'll get you cleaned later Grok..seems we are going to stepping through a bit more of that slime while we are down here"
(Can we light a torch and burn away the slime here? Seems like a risk to leave some disease carrying slime around for anyone to step into)
The room to the east contains four mannequin dolls, that radiate faint traces of evocation magic and alteration compounds. They're scarred and burned and damaged from frostbite - clearly these are used as target practice in various alchemical tests. Another passage leads to the south. From here, a single operating table is visible, and a mess of broken glassware and dark stains.
Rufus and Hailey notice something hiding under the table. Something is in the room...
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Being alerted to it Tyrion takes a peak.
"I'll come with and give it a good bashing if it resists." Tyrion says.
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Grok moves in to the room, but the traces of whoever Hailey saw are gone.
As Grok moves, suddenly an explosion fills the room, catching Hailey full-on in the blast, and covering Kargen in fire.
In the middle of the room, the contorted face of one of the alchemists in the Pathfinder lab stands. She obviously confused, and extremely dangerous.
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Hailey
Tyrion
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Dalva
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Kargen
Grok manages to tag down the alchemist and gets a closer look. This woman appears to be affected by the same disease that created the hungry tumours in the previous - a virulent, aggressive disease that reduces men to mere heaps of man-eating meat. The illness seems to have run a different course for her - creating a kind of alchemical mutation rather than killing her outright. She is clammy to the touch, red hot with fever, and the tears ducts in her eyes seem to bleed at the slightest movement.
Get... off... meee!! she screams
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"Sorry lady, this be for yer own good. Try to knock her out lads shes obviously not righg in the head." Tyrion says as he moves into the room, flankin the lady with Grok.
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Grok, with apparent ease, pins down and ties up the alchemist. Keeping the violent pathfinder in check, it is not long before Ambrus Valsin arrives, flanked by some agents.
What a mess this is! Dalva! Some luck she is alive, with the horrors down here. I was able to free myself form my commitments and get some help. You, are you all unhurt? Did none of you get into contact with the dangerous substances?
He briefly examines the alchemist, then command his aide to cast a remove disease spell. When that fails, the aide follows it up with a remove curse, which seems to do the trick.
The combination of spells seems to bring Dalva to her senses: We were investigating the samples from Desimire's Keep.
We identified some pathogens that we isolated for further study. You know we kept the returning agents in quarantine to ensure that the disease would not spread, and there they remained for several days before they began to show symptoms such as ugly boils. she explains.
This morning, the disease took an unexpected turn for the worse. Without warning, the victims went mad, attacked us, and destroyed alchemical equipment. There was an explosion... I think that was when I was infected. I don't remember much else... what happened to the four infected agents?
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"We were attacked by four ooze creatures in the previous room. They bore resemblance to things called, Hungry Flesh. From what I know of them, they carry a horrible disease which causes any who dies to become one, their skin and bones melting until they are simply a living puddle." Kargen shakes his head. "Those may well have been the four infected agents."
Dalva sighs with resignation: The disease is dangerous, as you have experienced. Ambrus, pathfinders. You must stay here in quarantine, to make sure the plague doesn't get out in the wild.
It's a good thing Desimire never managed to release that plague on Absalom. Imagine the destruction.
After about an hour, the Society researchers manage to confirm that none of the party members, nor Ambrus, contracted the tumorous disease.
Ambrus is reliefed, and addresses the pathfinders:
In the past three years, the Pathfinder Society has embarked on as many significant expeditions. We’re about to claim the dwarven sky citadel Jormurdun as our own—a major accomplishment. As you can see, though, these discoveries come at a cost in mortal life, and I need agents who are sharp enough to get the job done, get out alive, and pull out any Pathfinders who aren’t as lucky or capable. Keep up the good work, and you’ll go far.
“Explore, report, and cooperate,” Valsin quotes as he gives an uncharacteristic, honest smile.
Hailey does her job by checking the party, separate of the Pathfinder agents taking the same precautions. Fortunately, although virulent, the disease needs some kind of infect able host, making Grok a bad candidate as a carrier. Hailey is posive that none of the party members are infected.
And so, the party is free to enjoy the rest of the festivities. The remaining events and parties are far less interesting than the first couple.
On the final day of festivities the First Lady of Laws announces Grint Basatrel as the new member of the Grand Council. After the new councilor takes the stage to thank Diobel and the High Council for their trust, the crowd gradually disperses to fit in a bit more city-funded celebration. Venture-Captain Drandle Dreng, ever looking the part of a blind beggar, sidles up alongside the adventurers to chat.
“And so ends an election and begins a political career. I’m pleased that the High Council chose Grint, as he’s amenable to working with the Society. It also sounds as though he’s not the only one with friends in high places; I hear several of our close allies owe you their thanks, and they’ve already begun paying off that debt with a fewer presents delivered to the Grand Lodge with your names on them. Well done. The Society’s strength is not measured by the enemies it defeats but by the friends it keeps.”
He waves a concealed goodbye, stumbles off into the crowd, his alms bowl held high as he listens for more rumours of note.