Benedic races forward to help Junior with the remaining maggot, swinging his sword at the creature and trusting his shield to protect him.
Tristan hears Greta's approach. He reaches out a divinely glowing hand.
Just in time for the fun!
The Inquisitor casts Guidance on her. He then prepares to be her shield.
Junior pokes the maggot near him with his rapier. A sickening white puss starts to leak from the wound. Moments later, Benedic moves up and severs the mouth parts from the rest of its body. The maggot stops moving as more of the sickening puss coats the cavern floor.
Caliban, still retching from the disgusting smell of the maggots, calls out to Tristan and Greta, Two are definitely coming back there for you, hrrrgh.
Stepping forward, Caliban once again incants and summons forth shards of ice from his left hand, sending them toward the retreating maggots.
Seeing the actions of the group and the maggots Selenn steps forward and fires off a barrage of lights Color Spray at the remaining maggots.
Caliban's magic misses its target and the maggots seem unaffected by the dazzling colors sent forth by Selann.
The maggot closest to Tristan moves forth and briefly rises up on its tail, then launches itself at him. It's mouth parts opening and closing, while making a sucking sound. Luckily, the Inquisitor is able to dodge the attack.
The other maggot changes directions and heads towards Junior. It almost seems to smell its sibling all over the half-orc. When it rises up, Junior blocks it with his shield.
Through this, Horgus hides in his corner and Anevia gurads Aravashnial. Anevia seems to have some words with the wizard as she guards him.
Greta leans to the side to see past Tristan and swings her hammer at the giant maggot, trying to be careful not to hit her new friend.
Greta marks her target, and with one mighty swing, crushes the front of the maggot into the cavern floor. With the hit, the back part spans out in a wave before it crashes to the floor.
Benedic steps closer to the maggot and stabs at it with his sword, keeping his shield up to protect against its disgusting ichor.
Benedic steps up to the last writhing worm and sends his sword into it, splitting it in two. A shield can only do so much as gore splatters the cavern floor and walls.
Tristan winces as the maggot guts spray out. The youth then looks at the remains and smiles at Greta.
Nice work! If you want, we can train to perfect that tactic?
Reciting a short prayer of Guidance, the Inquisitor then looks around the area for anything interesting.
Junior goes to the nearby door and brazenly tries the handle.
Caliban gazes around the room, barely keeping down his lunch. Seeing no other threats, he crosses with Junior to the door to see what's inside of this temple, which could be giving off such malignant magical emanations, Be ware Junior, there could be magically charged items in there which could be hazardous. I will accompany you inside.
Not really surprised when the Color Spray doesn't work, Selann is still a bit annoyed. So far he hadn't been much help for the group. He absentmindedly scratches where the fly had torn the flesh of his chest. He'd never had such a large wound caused and healed so quickly....
Hearing Caliban's warning to Junior he moves to join the pair, behind them. "We should all stay close."
The greenish glow of the hearth casts dancing shadows across the back side of the cavern as Tristan searches the perimeter of the bunker-like structure and the surrounding area. Other than the rubble from the ruined structures, there are several mounds of humanoid flesh that the maggots were feeding on.
Junior tries the door. It seems stuck. He tries again with force but the door refuses to give.
Seeing Junior struggling with the door, Selann just stays back. Between his size and lack of any significant physical strength he is certain that he cannot help....
Caliban begins to start toward the door, and then realizing he is not as strong as the half-ork he looks around the group, Does anyone happen to have a crowbar upon their person? while he sets to mentally inventory his own possessions and comes up lacking. Or a few of us can try to help Junior, if not.
"Sorry, no crowbar," the petite warrior answers with a shrug, "but, uh, I can try the door, if you want? Or, maybe me and Junior could try it together?" Stepping forward, Greta grabs the door and gives it a hardy push... or tug... maybe one of each... whatever it needs.
When it refuses to budge, she grits her teeth and murmurs, "so, that's how its going to be, huh?"