Rocko easily hits the beast with the powerful blow, but still it doesn't fall.
Rest of party may act in round 3.
1 = Djack
2 = Quince
3 = Rocko
4 = Spizz
5 = Yoltzin
Spizz gets a sudden look of memory on his face, and digs around in a pouch for a second.
"Friend Djack! Looky what I found!" The Kobold runs over to Djack and tosses him the oil of Magic Weapon.
You think it will help?
Djack applies the vial...
Keep your flying zits to yourself, Squidly!
Djack tries to bring the creature low with another stab. His now-gleaming blade seeking purchase.
Sure enough, Djack's weapon pierces easier and deeper than before the oil was applied. So deep, in fact, that it seems to pierce the creature's nervous system in a way that causes it to drop to the ground, apparently dead.
Yoltzin may still act if she chooses. The nasty has one more surprise before it croaks.
Sighing as the threat seems dealt with, she holds out her pendent to give out another burst of healing light, to sooth wounds before she makes her approach.
That's enough to bring Quince back to consciousness and the knight you all rescued is now feeling well enough to sit up. Just as that happens though...
The "little ones" nesting just under the flesh of the creature, sensing the death of their "mother," burst outward at the party.
Reflex Save DC 16 for everyone except Yoltzin (too far away) and Quince.
One of the little boil-monsters attaches to Spizz's snout.
BLEED
The knight drops back to the floor and avoids getting a little boil-sucker; he's seen this before.
Djack gets a sense of danger that raises his hackles... keeping good eye on the creature, he is able to leap out of the way when the nasty critters are airborne.
Rocko is focusing on how best to pull of the little boil already chomping away, but does sense something is amiss - hopefully in time.
Rocko belts out a string of gnollish profanities before doing his best to calm down and assess the situation.
He's pulled of huge nasty ticks before, so hopefully do-boiling (or whatever) will be similar. He starts trying to squeeze the first one that latched on to try to remove it.
Rocko manages to pull off first one, then the other of the two that attached to him. Rocko suffers an additional damage while doing so.
Once Rocko and Spizz have been de-infested, Quince stands, still shaky from his brush with death.
"Thanks, Yoltzin. Could use a bit more healing when you get round to it."
The knight stands as well. His armor is tattered and bloody, his tunic destroyed. The party notes his young age, probably near Djack's own.
"I thank you to, elf-maid. And all of you. I am in your debt for coming to my rescue. I am Sir Valeto, of the order of Santravera, under service of The Marques Leonus." The man fights back a tear before continuing.
"That unfortunate soul" he says, pointing at an immobile body further into the room, "is my squire, the archer Gonzalo. He died nobly."
Djack nods and moves to check on Gonzalo's body.
Hoping it doesn't reanimate without those nasty eyeballs... perhaps it was just something to do.
In fact, looking at the young knight was like looking upon his own death.
Gonzalo is definitely dead. He's got five of the feeders on him that Djack kills without trouble or hesitation.
Djack notes with interest and a touch of awe that the young man is wearing a luminous mithral chain shirt.
"That" Sir Valeto notes "was a gift from my family to my squire. It falls now back to me, and I gift it to you, Djack, in appreciation for charging in to save me despite the danger to yourself."
"And if you would, please recover is purse, for it contains my spending gold . Gonzalo's bow you may also have, or it can be buried with him."
Rocko will let the knight know:
"I reckon you also know a friend 'o ours, a fine feller named Pious. He were outside buryin' 'is dead before he rode off. Not sure how far or where he is, but you might be able to catch im. We left three fine looking horses tied up a ways away as well."
"What is a maid?" She asks in confusion, before raising her pendent up again.
Sir Valeto looks up hopefully hearing Rocko's words. "The Preacher survives! That is good news. We were following him and one other out when we were set upon by this..." The knight gestures..."abomination. The Preacher said these things come straight from the Planes of Chaos, and I believe him, from what I've seen."
"In any case, if The Preacher survived to warn the Keep, then my duty is clear. I must not run, but must assist you in any way possible, even at the cost of my own life. That is," the young man pauses, "assuming that you are here for the same reason as I, to rid this place of its corruption."
At this point, Sir Valeto hears Yoltzin's question.
"Maid, in the sense that I used it, merely means that you are a woman. If the term gives you offense, I beg pardon. I see now that you are a holy woman among your people. I am regrettably unacquainted with your kind save what I heard in stories as a child."
She tilts her head, the golden earrings clinking at the movement. "I do not know why it would cause me offense. It is not a human word I've learned. Still," Giving him a small smile, "I hope that I'm able to uphold your childhood stories in some way."
Djack seems affected by the young knight's words. His eyes moistening, to almost tears.
He kneels beside the knight, I am honored and shall endeavor to prove myself worthy of such a gift until my dying breath. I only wish our meeting could have been under better circumstances.
But perhaps as my grandmother would say, This is exactly where we are meant to be.
Djack takes a moment to respectfully acquire and don the silvery chain shirt. As be turns back, he wipes his face indicating there perhaps were tears, after all.
Perhaps you have done enough, my good man. There are resolute steeds just a little ways outside. Do you need to warn others?
Sir Valeto pauses to consider Djack's words.
"Perhaps you are right. While The Preacher rides north with all haste to the Keep, I can ride the countryside, and perhaps bring down a few of those man-beasts they've created in the process."
"In that case, I shall accompany you into the next room yonder," the young knight points to the door on map north.
"A few of the knights tried to go that way, but since they did not return, I sense they too are probably...still, I must know."
"And after that, I shall depart an see the sky again, which I had doubted ever to see again."
Rocko thinks about it,
"If folks like you still be alive in there and fightin' for their lives, we best not stand around here gnawin' bones. We best move now."
He hefts his shield and axe and starts making his way toward the door with intent to move in.
The elf nods. Yet before she moves onward after Rocko, she pauses and runs a hand over the strange armband. It was a mystery to her yet still just how this artifact came to her. She could only hope that she would be able to use it well.
Rocko opens the door. Immediately, though perhaps unsurprisingly at this point, he catches sight of a horror. The room itself appears to be a dead-end. On the floor are several knights, though whether any are alive at this point, he cannot tell.
And off to the right, about the mass of a man but definitely not in the shape of one, a mound of black slime directs its attention to the door, eyes and mouths and even stranger things forming in its heaving bulk.
Roll for Initiative.
Hearing the description of the creature before them, the elf tenses as she raises her bow. Something about it seemed familiar to one of her lessons...
Hearing the description of the creature before them, the elf tenses as she raises her bow. Something about it seemed familiar to one of her lessons...
Dungeoneering 20
Yoltzin knows from ancient legends that this creature is known as a Queliggoth. It's defenses are hardy (AC 19) and people tend to lose their senses when fighting them. It's definitely not supposed to be here. It's from The Decay, the same demiplane that infected the humanoids you fought recently.
Queliggoth Initiative:
Yoltzin and Djack react so startlingly quickly that Rocko is a bit stunned and moves out of the way to let them do what they need to.
Combat Order:
Yoltzin, Djack, Creature, Rocko, Quince, Spizz, Sir Valeto
Holding on Yotlzin and Djack.
Pulling upon the planes, Yoltzin conjured a scripture of solidity and purpose. Small and composed largely of clay and dirt clumps, she knew that an Esrth elemental would be a reasonable choice. It attacked from behind, swinging wide and powerful at the creature.
Sensing his blade is still infused with magic, Djack intends to capitalize on that fact and charges the creature.
Djack be nimble...
Yoltzin's elemental slams into the creature like a workman hammering posts into the ground. The creature bends a little when it is hit, but a portion of it splashes out onto the ground and becomes inert; presumably the equivalent of "damage" for this chaotic planar beast.
Likewise, Djack's blade strikes true, hitting the beast center-mass. Unfortunately, it's body doesn't seem to have distinct parts, so the damage is not as much as might have been in a living target.
The oozy form lashes out at both of its opponents with quickly manifested appendages.
VS Elemental:
Grab attempt vs. CMD:
VS Djack:
As the creature does this, it begins muttering in some unknown language, and the sound of the words strikes everyone as unnatural.
Need a DC 15 Will Save from everyone.
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Nimble and quick, just not particularly resilient or strong-willed.
Yoltzin is unaffected.
Djack is affected by Confusion for the next round(s).
Next round, Djack will "Attack the nearest creature" (which happens to be the blob creature anyway).
The Elemental is affected by Confusion for the next round(s). Next round, the Elemental will "Act Normally."
Sir Valeto:
Valeto is affected by Confusion for the next rounds.
Valeto sits down and begins doing some odd stretches. He insists this was taught him by someone named 'Bikram'.
Both Spizz and Quince had to use too much movement to act this round.
Still need a Save from Rocko before he has a chance to act.