Barel dives into the ground and reemerges adjacent to the most distant enemy before swinging heartily at it...but is surprised that the creature doesn't just wilt from the stench of his own clothes.
Astounded that anything has the temerity to smell worse than his feet, Barel tunnels through the walls and mallets the hovering creature. It is a repellant sight, apparantly entirely composed of garbage.
From around the corner, Vocar can still be heard muttering about sweeties.
Lanthair sweeps at the revenant with a spinning kick.
Lanthair kicks at the fetid water and is rewarded with a stinking foot and a dead revenant. Jame's headgear flares once more as another life force sinks in.
Around the corner, Barel and Raya discover what the Rot Slingers are capable of doing, as the last revenant claws at Barel's socks. Acidic slime melts over his feet and the stink of the revenant makes the dwarf gag a little. The slingers gather oozing matter from the ceiling and hurl it at Raya and Barel.
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Wiping sewage and...well its best not to dwell on it, from her face, Raya steps forward to engage the Rot Slinger.
She searches her memories for knowledge of such creatures.
Religion:
Enfeebling Strike
for halved. Cool 6 damage there, Pervasive Light deals extra damage equal to its radiant vulnerability if it has one.
"I see...two more up ahead, they're throwing...stuff." She says with disdain.
Raya holds her breath and does her best to cut down the rot slinger. Ruinblade seems reproachful.
"I trust you will be cleaning me?"
James looks down the sewer, the stench making his eyes water. He draws upon the lifeline of the closest creature before ducking around the corner to allow others to get in there.
James squelches around the corner and obliterates the last sewer revenant, although his attacks makes no impact on the rot slinger. He wraps himself in shadow and retreats to Thom's side, still trying to hold his breath.
Thom grimaces at the smell of the sewage all around him, very glad he knew the Prestidigitation spell. He advances around the corner behind Raya, readying a spell...
Arishat moves round the corner in front of Thom. "More of them, I see. Wonderful."
Barel tries to shake off the feeling of weakness from the stench eating away at his boots. Then, vines flow from his hammer trying to pull the creature back to his side.
Possibly finding it hard to believe that anything can smell that bad, Barel's weapon flails blindly through the air. Fortunately for him, Raya's glowing presence helps him throw off his weakness.
Lanthair vaults along the ledge toward the revenant, strike at it with a mighty blow.
The rot slinger tries and fails to attack the incoming halfling, but also proves much faster than initially appears. The creature easily dodges Lanthair's attack.
Undettered by the companions, the pair shift readily away and unleash more foulness.
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Raya takes the necrotic sludge solidly, but trudges onward into the Glowstone area. "You're not really even dangerous, just annoying....and if you think you're safe from me out there, you're wrong." Lightning crackles about Ruinblade sending astral power against both Rot Slinges
Move to I11
Astral Thunder! vs Fort
vs R1
vs R2
for 6 damage and targets have -3 to attack USOMNT.
save vs -2s
save vs weakened
saved vs weakened and Barel, Lanthair and Arishat get +6 to their saves USOMNT.
You serve our purpose well, paladin!
Ruinblade's tone is exultant.
These are undead and surely in service to some vile master.
For all the sword's pleasure, only the second attack makes an impact. R2 hisses as Raya's divinity cuts through the loathsome slime enclosing it.
James seeing the bold movements of his companions as they advance upon the dark shadows; he slides past them dancing and flicking through the shadows that cling to him. "Certainly as my beauteous companion of light says - hide in the shadows; that is my territory. I will swallow your souls - I dare thee to comest upon my form to destroy it. Elsewise, you will feed our lady of perfection. Speak to whom do thy serve?" he calls upon the shadows as he draws their essence and sight.
Adding his own touch of theatricality to an already eccentric group, James gavottes past Thom and Arishat, blasts R1 and vanishes from the Rot Slinger's sight.
Thom glances at the disgusting creatures and thinks, Why waste words on these things? As he concentrates on his force missile, adding extra power to the glowing light.
"I will do my best...I tried to do that last time, but it managed to duck out of my way. Believe me, I don't want to step in the sh--tuff either!!!"
Thom disdainfully sends a blast of force into R2 and notes that a chunk of the creature seems to be on the verge of detaching.
Vocar's voice sounds wheezily from around the corner.
"You can bring me sweeties, but stop hurting my pets."
He sounds, for once, almost coherent.
"la-la-la-la-la - that's what they all say." sings Vocar.
James eyes goggle slightly, fortunately concealed by his dark glasses; 'Well I did ask to whom they served! I suppose it's Vocar.'
"I have sweeties!" he offers hopefully.
"You have sweeties, but you have no new pets for me. If you kill my pets, who can I share my sweeties with?"
Vocar's logic is impeccable, if somewhat disturbing.
"It's a radical idea, but some people like to keep their sweeties for themselves." Arishat then mumbles something else, before moving forward and striking at the sewage rather disgustedly.
"No no no share the sweeties and the hands come off."
Whether it's Arishat's advice or simply Vocar's mind starting to wander again is impossible to tell. The tiefling jabs at Vocar's nearest pet, narrowly missing the sewage covered body with her spear.
Barel shakes off some of the stinky poo like a wet dog and gains his strength back. He then strikes at the closer revenant with his viney hammer to try to bring it within easy reach. He also takes a step away and a deep breath to try to gather his wits for continuing the battle, sweeties be damned!!!
Barel's attack bounces off the slick and digusting coating of the rot slinger as he moves around the corner and clears his head.
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Since I am out of town this weekend, I probably will miss my turn, so here's my plan unless Lanthair drops the first rot slinger.
If he does, then Raya will have to slog through the sewage (eww) to get to the other, if not, this happens.
The nimble slingers use their flight well, intent on harassing the party. Raya frowns as she considers how long they could simply stay out of reach. She inverts Ruinblade, driving the blade towards the stonework floor, "Come forth! You are now measured." A blast of divine light shudders out in a radius. Smaller images of the paladin, ghostly and ethereal seize the two slingers, and haul them over to the party. With Ruinblade reared back now ready to strike, Raya does a fierce overhand attack at R1.
Knight's Defiance
for
save vs -2
save vs anything else that happens
Barel hangs his head at the thought of Raya slogging through the sewage. "Sorry Raya, but that character over there may share his sweeties with you."
Lanthair skips across the top of the sewage as only he could do and strikes at his foe with a small but focused blow before returning to the ledge.
Skimming mercifully lightly over the sewage, Lanthair knocks R1 over and chops off a leg.
Righting itself, R1 unleashes another barrage of filth at Raya, while R2 does the same to Barel.
James blinks back into existence from the first slimy creatures perspective, he smiles. Feeling the pull on the life link between the creatures; with a lurch to his stomach as he senses their putrid nature. The cloying stench allows him to assess his enemies health and state of mind. The warlocks eyes roll back as he feels dirty to the core, something no amount of water could clean. "Oh that's how close to death you are!"
"So you don't want to hurt me! Well how about the dwarf?" he says mockingly. Whilst whispering to Raya, "Tell him, I'm sorry. But better me hurt than him."
James draws the shadows that cling to him tightly about his body, the darkness seems to make his form shrink and as it drifts away like smoke the Dwarf Barel is stood there!
Whilst James simultaneous, slides into the plane of shadows with a nod to his patron. When he emerges he is where Barel was facing a shocked creature!
The pair of life-links so disgust his sensibilities, that James throws all his pain, revulsion and sorrow down them, hoping to destroy the creatures.
Somewhat startled, Barel finds himself back down the corridor as James tries to overcome his disgust at the rot slingers. Unfortunately, the smell and his sense of revulsion are too much for the warlock and neither attack hits.
James snarls and saves his curse damage, waiting for the creature across from him.