"I do not see any water around Manuun!" Ohrmizd shakes trying to desperately keep her scimitar arm free "A short weapon, try to use a more precise weapon. The magical dagger!"
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Tahlumilali has no idea how to help Ohrmizd, but he swings his elven blade at the other slime, before that one brings someone else into such an unlucky situation.
Lofnaiali shoots an arrow at the same slime.
The slime is hit badly with the blade and staggers shortly before being taken down with the arrow. The blob of green goo disperses into a green puddle.
The slime on Qhrmizd loses its grip and slides down to the floor and into one of the many drains.
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"Lets get out and regroup." Manuun tries to get out of the room without getting to near to one of the grates.
"And beware the grates. I am sure it will come back somewhere."
When the group meets outside Manuun takes a deep breath, happy not to be the target this time. "I have a plan, but I doubt Ohrmizd is gonna like it. Because it needs a guinea pig."
Ohrmizd gasps when Tahlumilali and Lofnaiali pair up to destroy one of the slimes "Thanks friends!"
The man smile comes back when the slime that has him suddenly fails to keep him on place. When he is almost to swing at it with his scimitar he hears Manuun, and with his tactics so far having placed him in a bad situation, Ohrmizd decides it is time for wits rather than force "Ok! Everybody back! Manuun has a plan!"
Knowing the light is in his scimitar and not willing to leave Tahl in the darkness, he waits for the elf to retreat, then he also withdraws trying to gather as close as possible to Manuun "Ok, Man, what is it? What do you got?" the black haired man breaths heavily, the fear still impregnating him very deep, his skin still burning from the contact with the slime.
It was a rather embarrassing affair for Heshan as he decided to heed his peers and retreat with the others.
Once they were gone, he listened intently with the others. "Just so you know, I don't have anything that affects them without hitting anyone who is attached to them."
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Everybody is looking at Manuun who, feels a lot less sure of himself suddenly.
"Well I am pretty sure, all these drainage pipes are connected below the Laboratory and the mould might come out of any of the grates to jumpus again. And when he succeeds in that, we will have difficulties to hit it wothout hurting one of ours." Manuun looks up to check if the others agree with him.
"Now the mould was attacking Ohrmizd by clinging onto him and try to engulf him. And when he failed to do so it was shortly vunerable before it could hide in the drains again. Therefore I believe we must make him miss his jump, or rather make him slide off his intended target."
"And for this my spell for making things slippery might actually be useful. I am no alchemist and therefore I cannot tell for sure if it helps against the mould, but if I grease the victims armour I think we can make the slime miss."
"Therefore I propose we send somebody in with a greased armour. The rest of us ready ourselves to attack the slime after it has issed its attack. The person who goes in should be someone who can take a small beating, because if my plan fails, I think the backup is to hit the Slime while it is on that person and try to heal him back up afterwards."
Manuun looks expectantly at the others to see if they agree to his plan.
Assuming the group is not too pressed while they talk, Ohrmizd looks attentively at Manuun "I saw what you did with the wagon" the Keleshite nods energically "I believe in you Man. You can do it. And I present myself voluntary as bait. Go with it!"
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"Keep you magic fire ready! And we will have to hit hit with our bows. " Manuun advises Heshan and the others.
Then he turns to Ohrmizd, "It will hold roughly a minute. Just tell me if you want to come out then or if I should get inside and refresh it. If we stand here near the door, and you move to that second grate inside the room, we should be able to handle it. If it doesnt Show up move to the grate where it disapperead and call us when it shows up."
Manuun loads his crossbow and when everybody is at his place, steps next to Ohrizd intoning (in Auran):"ルツルツ" While rubbing the a few drops of oil in his hands.
Ohrmizd nods in acceptance and let's Manuun to cast the spell on him "A minute shall be more than enough"
When he finds himself coated with a layer of grease, Ohrmizd passes his hand over it picking a chunk and shaking his hand towards the ground spilling part of the content with a grimace "I hope this is not some kind of warm dream of yours Man"
With a cocky smile the faithful of Sarenrae rushes forward towards the second grate "Do you want some tasty meat? Come and I will show you mine!"
Ohrmizd holds his shield and scimitar on each hand but with open arms in a defenseless stance. The light on the scimitar allows everyone to easily target any approaching enemy.
The slime squeezes though the openings in the drain closest to the door. It slurps over the floor, away from Ohrmizd. The gooey mass changes it's shape on the way to raise to four foot hight and grow an appendage. When it comes close to Manuun, it lunges out at Manuun.
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Manuun looks surprised when he sees the Slime walking away from Ohrmizd and barely manages to get out his shot before panically trying to slink back.
When the slime lounges out at him, he instinctively cast Windy escape, turning vaporous and insubstantial, allowing the attack to pass harmlessly through him.
"Oh, f#+&!" Ohrmizd looks breathless how the slime avoids him to go catch Manuun.
Not delaying any further, the Keleshite charges against the creature at the first opportunity.
With Manuun's surprising escape and their combined attacks the slime is easily dispatched.
In other words, it would likely belong to someone else. Heshan picked up the loot.
"Can anyone make use of this? Because I certainly can't."
Ohrmizd gives a look to the formulae "Mmm... let's pick them up. Maybe Zastoran can make use of them, or we can get some money by selling them once we reach Kalmerane"
"Well, that ended good enough" Ohrmizd touches his skin with a hand "A bit irritated by the strange creature contact and covered in grease... but well"
Ohrmizd approaches Manuun to check the injury made by the slime "You were lucky... it seemed like if... like if the slime just passed through you without leaving a mark. Strange" the man stretches his eyes then laughs "You are pretty special Man"
Taking breath, Ohrmizd also eyes the stairs and guessing they just go back up he heads towards them "Let's go, we shall finish cleaning this place"
The stairs lead up to a platform before a wall with a door that probably leads back to the ground floor of the monastery. But the door and the floor is mold encrusted and threfore the door won't open easily.
There are no hidden compartments or other treaures in the laboratory.
"Would you help me to push this?" Ohrmizd will try to unstuck the door by way of strength.
Ten bunk beds in various stages of disrepair fill this chamber, which must once have been a dormitory for students. The roof is mostly intact, and an open arch in the north wall leads to a large hallway. The east and west walls both bear sturdy wooden doors, one of which you came through. From under one of the beds a spider, four foot wide and three foot high, emerges.
"Attention there! A giant spider!" at the first sight of the creature Ohrmizd walks around the beds trying to slash at the emerging spider.
"Allow me."
With a flourish, he stretched out his hand to emit a ray of electricity at the spider, shooting away from the others in the process.
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Heshan shoots the spider with pocket lightning. Which looks pretty impressive to those who haven't seen such a feat. A small cloud of smoke rises over the spider and the smells of singed hair fills the room.
Despite the heroic action of throwing himself at the spider, Ohrmizd doesn't manage to hit the beast. It scuttles out of harm's way with its many legs. Manuun on the other hand is lucky and kills the pillow as he inteded.
Tahlumilali rushes up opposite of Ohrmizd. Unfortunately his natural aversion to anything with more than the number of legs the gods intended sends his aim off slashing harmlessly into the mattress.
Lofnaiali also fires an arrow only to have it miss the target as well.
The two elves are quick to support the assault on the giant vermin. But to no avail. The spider lashes out with its mandibles at Ohrmizd's leg. But only bites leather
Manoon gives it another try. But with everyone standing in the way, he manages only to hit the bed.
"Oh. That thing's tougher than I though."
Undeterred, he would unleash another round of lightning at the bug.
And smiled at striking twice in a row.
Ohrmizd gulps when the spider nearly eats half his arm. The man looks back when a lightning bolt strikes the creature, astonished by the display of power, he quickly swings his scimitar to try finish the work "Give it more of that!"
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Hashan roasts the spider til it's done, and Ohrmizds cuts it to pieces. The spiders legs cramp, drawing close, til the critter topples over and comes to rest on its back.
A quick search of the room turns up nothing of value.
Cleaning his scimitar against the bed sheets Ohrmizd smiles back to the group "Heshan... that was impressive. The roast smell is still hitting my nostrils. Where did you study that kind of magic?"
The Keleshite walks forward through the lines of beds, absentmindedly touching the different linens. When reaching the opening to the east, he gives a careful look through.
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"Thanks for the help! Nice to have you with us." Manuun nods at the elves who rushed to their support as soon as they heard of the commotion.
Manuun steps closer to the spider to check that it has died, when a sparks jumps over to him and slowl races up his arms to the Cloud tattoo on his shoulderblade.
This large but plain interior hallway leads to the various chambers of the monastery’s southern wing. A weatherworn statue of a winged woman stands in the middle of the hall. The door behind the staue hangs ajar.
Cleaning his scimitar against the bed sheets Ohrmizd smiles back to the group "Heshan... that was impressive. The roast smell is still hitting my nostrils. Where did you study that kind of magic?"
The Keleshite walks forward through the lines of beds, absentmindedly touching the different linens. When reaching the opening to the east, he gives a careful look through.
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Heshan looked at Ohrmizd, bemused at the compliments before speaking. "There was little study to come with it. It merely developed when I was younger. My ancestors have genie blood. I think it comes from my mother's side.
With a shrug, he followed the others into the hallway.
"Does anyone know about that stature over there?" He pointed towards the winged woman.
Ohrmizd arches an eyebrow while listening Heshan's explanations "Mmm... well, it suddenly seems everything revolving to genies and djinn's here around... As long as you keep controlling those sparks and destroying our enemies like that, I am fine"
The Keleshite eyes from afar the statue but gives it not much importance "As long as it does not decide to kill the Princess I do not care much of who the statue is. There is another door in this side though... let's check it out before crossing the corridor"
Once Manuun is done with the statue, Ohrmizd opens the remaining door in the bedroom.
As Heshan discusses the features of the hallway, a group of baboons emerges from the room behind the statue and attack Heshan.
Before moving to the door, Ohrmizd notices something at his back and quickly reacts "Oh, what? Baboons now?!"
Pressed to reach Heshan for protection, the Keleshite only manages a weak attack at the little monkey.
The closeness to the statue brings some insight "Wait! I see now. That is an old depiction of the Dawnflower!" Ohrmizd would laugh at the irony if he was not fighting a crazy monkey.
Well, he should have seen that coming. The bite sent him tumbling backwards. This time around, he would implement a new tactic: peppering the baboons with a flash of colors to disorient them.
Heshan, now in safe distance from the ape douses it in colors. This causes the ape to drop to the ground as dead. Ohrmizd makes sure it is indeed dead.
The next baboon comes straight for Ohrmizd, jumping at him with bared teeth.
Manoon wounds the baboon badly. But it's turned away by that. The screaming monkey comes at Ohrmizd, as he is standing in the front line alone. The ape's teeth go stright through his Armor and draw blood.
Just as it looks like this could be an easy fight, some pugwampis stick their head out of the neighboring room.