Bjorkus easily shrugs off their horrific appearance and powers on through. Though when he does so a gout of acid sprays out of the wound hitting him for
Zirul is just barely able to stand the sight of them and can act normally.
Luthor strides forward and engages the other tentacled beast.
His fist connects doing little damage.
Opal is disgusted by what she sees and starts being sick to her stomach.
Zirul is gonna chuckle and pull out one of his vials, taking the movement necessary to get himself positioned so that none of his allies are caught in the blast. The liquid enters his system , his cheeks puffing up and turning a bright red and glowing, as he prepares himself.
N1 lashes out with it's teeth filled tentacles at Bjorkus!
It then uses it's main set of teeth on the bull.
N2 does the same to Luthor.
Zirul's gonna move around a bit so he can get a mostly clear shot for his cone of fire. Whichever one he can get the clearest shot at, he growls and spits a gout of flame at the enemy.
"Fry, you bastards!"
Zirul moves in and breathes a gout of flame. The creature does not even bother trying to get out of the way, as the flames wash over it, doing no damage.
Bjorkus roars in pain as the tentacled abomination tears into his hide with its many maws.
Gripping his bloodied trident, the minotaur strikes back with a vengeance.
All of Bjorkus' strikes hit and all of them cause mini acidic eruptions.
Kal is also nauseated for
And he takes
N1 will try to concentrate on a spell.
A wave of fear comes over everyone!
Everyone overcomes their fear and are only shaken for a turn.
N2 will continue to focus Luthor down.
The hungry maws all bounce off the semi-ulfen's shield.
Zirul shivers briefly and takes a deep breath, realizing the fire is doing nothing and draws his most infamous vial, drinking it down and growing his signature teeth and claws, the strangeness growing even more, as he becomes bestial, on top of rough, now stony hide, his skin crackles with electricity.
"These things are gonna die!"
Bjorkus answers the undead thing's fear spell with another frenzy of attacks.
"Die you ugly bastard!"
Bjorkus hits twice and takes for his trouble.
N1 will resume his biting of Bjorkus.
N2 will do the same.
Well, Zirul will 5 foot step to U9 and strike out fiercely, claws and jaws going slicker-slack.
2 of Zirul's attacks hit rewarding him with
Despite bleeding from bite wounds that would have killed a man twice over and hurting from the acid burns, Bjorkus continues the attack.
Luthor continues to pummel the one in front of him.
Bjorkus takes another
After batting more of the gnashing mouths aside the raging bull jabbed at the hideous thing again.
"Die! Die! Die!"
Zirul continues his tirade of speaking with his weaponry of choice, howling out in pain from the acid.
Bjorkus drops his target so he only takes another
Zirul steps over and unleashes a flurry of claws though they leave minor scratches, but enough that he takes from the wounds.
Luthor beats the tar out of it, but it is still standing.
Bjorkus lowers his head and paws the ground with his hooves.
After spitting a gob of blood-tinged sputum, the bull surges across the room like a muscle-powered rocket.
Zirul tries to maneuver himself around to R8, knowing it'll cause some AoO, but to heck with it! As soon as he's in position for flanking with Luthor, he'll go for a bite!
Bjorkus charges and his horns hit dropping the monster only dealing another to himself.
Bjorkus plops down on his furry ass as the last monster dies and the pain from his massive injuries catch up with him.
"What the hell were those things?" the bull asks aloud as he retrieves his wand and begins to nurse his wounds.
"They're dead, that's what they are."
Zirul, now that combat is over, grins as his skin sparkles a bit from the acid, the electricity, and the water running over his stony hide.
You know that they were creatures known as Nyogoths. They are demons from the Abyss.
Zirul is able to successfully surgically remove a tentacle.
Once everyone is patched up, Bjorkus points to the stairs leading down.
"Let's keep moving. We've got a magic sword to find."
Rubble from the collapsed ceiling fills the center of this room, which is shaped like three-quarters of a circle. The walls bear scorch marks, and the plaster shows severe cracks. To the southeast, two eerie ivory statures stand on either side of a closed door. These statues are carved into the forms of handsome men that have been bound, gagged, and blindfolded, both heads turned inward to face the other. The statues seem strangely moist, as if they have just been pulled from the sea.
Zirul shakes his head and stows the sample. "For what it's worth, they were demons. Nyogoths, to be precise. Scavengers, I'd bet, just from appearance."
"More statues of your fish god?"
Zirul looks over the newest information in front of him. "Not a fish god. More like a demonic opposition to Besmara, if what I've read correlates."