"Gotta make this work!"
Rocko is free to move and/or attack as desired. Power attack is fine.
Apparently getting the hang of it, Rocko surges forward to make a mighty swing.
EDIT: forgot about the bless, so another +1 on attack
Rocko smashes into the creature, creating a giant gash across its front with his axe.
Current HP taken by opponent: 7 + 9 + 14 = 30
Top of Round 3. Djack and Yoltzin may act.
Djack is aghast at his friends new forms and mashed a mark in the air.
Gods... I can't seem to find its tickle spot.
Djack's attack doesn't quite connect; at least not in any way that could be considered effective.
Yoltzin may act in Round 3. Quince and Spizz are both pretty injured, but Spizz will be moving out of range.
Spizz moves back cautiously (Withdraw action)
Seemingly inncensened by its attacks having little effect to up until now, the elemental spirit takes hold of a great number of odd debris and begins to launch them wholesale unto the amorphous creature. Yoltzin for her part lifts her pendant up again, channeling divine fire into her companions. "I don't know if you can understand me yet still, but- try to make your way back here so that I might tend to your wounds propperly."
The creature suffers full damage from the telekinetic throw from Yoltzin's summons. The channel then comes down, hitting her compatriots with healing warmth.
Current Damage to Opponent: 38
The creature lashes out again with its odd tendril-claws, attacking all near it.
On the summoned Elemental:
Fort Save:
On Rocko:
Need a Fort Save from Rocko.
On Quince:
On Djack:
Need a Fort Save from Djack.
Quince is still unable to re-stabilize his form, and remains in plasmoid form. He is still able to attack, albeit at reduced ability.
Quince drops one of his twin blades.
Spizz fails to stabilize and remains plasmoid.
Current Damage to Opponent: 46
Need a Fort Save from Rocko and Djack.
Rocko may act in Round 3.
Rocko grimly puts his strength into another mighty slash, hoping for the best.
Djack turns to the same amorphous form that Quince is stuck in. He struggles to control his physical form, and his mind is trapped in doubt.
Djack takes 1 Wisdom damage and will be at -4 to hit until he can stabilize his form with a successful save.
Rocko resists the bizarre effect and retains his normal shape. Taking a solid swing, he once again slashes into the beast.
Top of Round 4
Current Damage to Opponent: 58
Yoltzin and a plasmoid Djack may act.
Spizz is able to concentrate enough to cast a spell in this form. He has a straight line to the creature, and so uses his flame jet to attack.
Critical Miss?
Instead of a jet of flame, a jet of stuffed toys flies forth from Spizz's confused plasmoid hands. They do absolutely no damage to the opponent.
The Aether elemental sizes upon the torrent of toys that have spontaneously formed from Spitz's hands, and proceeds to harshly slam each one against the blob with abandon. Each strike hits with pinpoint accuracy, going for any limb, tendril, eye, or mouth it could find. At the end of the onslaught however, no damage is dealt due to the plush nature of said toys.
Yoltzin is left mildly flabbergasted as she again tries to keep her companions going for just a little bit longer.
Bul...urb...ele... I can't even control my body enough to speak. Focus, Djack... the situation is... fluid. FIGHT!
Djack manages to overcome the handicap enough to hit his opponent; causing substantial damage to the form's dwindling constitution.
Current Damage to Opponent: 67
The injured once again feel the healing glow of Yoltzin's channel.
Rocko has to forcefully tell himself 'play with cute toys later, beat enemy first. play with cute toys later, beat enemy first.'
Your opponent is pulsing and writhing in what might be rage at the damage that's been caused to it. It once again lashes out, though this time it ignores the invisible opponent for...
1d3 Clockwise starting with Djack:
On Djack:
On Quince:
On Rocko:
On Rocko again:
Quince once again fails to stabilize; down 3 Wisdom, down to 2 Hit Points, and goopy.
Quince takes a swing with his one remaining blade.
Rocko's action, Round 4. Need 2 Fort Saves to avoid being goopified.
Between the horrible affects to his his body and the cute distracting animals floating around, Rocko can barely focus on trying to finish the job at hand.
"Hrrigggago gogo KUUU!"
Rocko can't quite get a grip on his new form, and his swing comes up a few inches short.
Top of Round 5
Djack and Yotlzin may act.
Spizz is still plasmoid in form.
The befuddled Kobold attempts another spell:
Spizz manages to hit the opponent with a flame blast, but it is resistant to most of the damage of the fire.
Current Damage to Opponent: 69
Gramms... I won't stop fighting.
Regaining his true form... in this reality.
I don't have much friends, just this stupid bronze rapier. So that's what I'm going to kill it with.
Arghhh... twice dead, fiend!
At that moment, a great sense of vertigo overcomes everyone in the room. A few seconds later, you find yourselves on the floor of a normal room, the link between this dungeon and The Decay broken.
Damaged, ragged, and a little bit more imbecilic, the heroes surmise, to the best of their understanding, that they have won the day. The Wellspring of Entropy has been defeated!
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Rocko blinks in confusion at the sudden change. Oddly enough, his mind is stuck on a rather trivial matter:
"Cute little stuffies all gone?"
Sure enough, most of the magically summoned toys have disappeared with the chaos.
But out of the corner of his eye, Rocko spots one little fuzzy red object remaining. It's a little felted wool kobold that looks like it could be kin to Spizz. Rocko grins foolishly as he drops axe and shield to go claim his prize. He holds it gently up to one side of his snout and nuzzles it.
"Cute little dragon!"
The elf stares, flabbergasted at the strange behavior still being exhibited by her companions. Truly, she would never understand quicklings as an elf. "I will... Prepare a campfire, perhaps outside the dungeon. I would much rather be out there than in here." She stared at Rocko as he cuddled the conjured plush. "Yes. I definitly think we should be outside this place."
Breathing heavily, and happy to actual have lungs...
Yeah... outside is good. But, do we need to search the place? That was a bit too much.
Rocko shakes off his befuddlement as best he can.
"Food. Food will help. I'll whip up some grub."
He pauses as he makes sure to add.
"Maybe not real grubs, as tasty as they may be."
"Grubs are fine, if you find any." Yoltzin comments nonchallantly.
After our search... shall we run down those creatures, helping Pious and the knights?
At the vet least, we should inform them what had happened. Our seeming success.
Then perhaps back to Albarra, is that where you were?
Dusting himself off, stretches.
"Much as I respect old Pious, I think I'm out. Planar travel and getting turned into goo are a bit much for me. I'm gonna strike west like I'd planned when we met, seek out a nice speck of land and retire on my share of the gold."
"Spizz would LOVE to see friend Pious again!"
Safe travels, my friend.... should you ever need anything, get message to us.
As to you, my Draconian Dreadnaught... very well! Do you want to ride Djill?
I could use to stretch me legs a bit. Fighting a slight head acche wrapping my head around everything we've encountered.
Yoltzin, Rocko... shall we?
She nods to Quince and Spizz, acknowledging their departure as if it were always inevitable. "Yes, I believe we shall. After you are properly recovered mentally, however. Rocko, I still see you eying that strange toy you found..."
Rocko blinks as he realizes he's still been holding the little stuffed toy all through his preparations for some dinner.
"So I have. I reckon it feels like the wicker bits and bobs we had as pups."
He pauses to take a closer look at the little plush kobold.
"It brings back some of what mam and Old Haka tried to learn on me."
After focusing and muttering a few phrases in gnollish, Rocko starts to feel magic course through him like it never has before. His companions see his ears glow faintly in response.
"Huh, now what was ..."
And then he starts hearing the low animal noises made by Djill, Jitters, and the horses turn into understandable words ...
"Well praise be ... now that be right handy!"
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Novum 7 (Restday)
The night is cold, but uneventful. The morning dawns clear, and you have to shake off the ache in your limbs from the battles the previous day and a cold night.
Once the blood gets flowing and breakfast has been eaten, a party of four heads back up the road toward the destroyed village you stopped in the previous evening. Meanwhile, Elias Quince, having bid you all farewell, heads South and West toward warmer country.
By afternoon, you're back in the village. The ghosts of the dead still linger in your mind. Past here, the road continues to the North (heading toward "The Keep" as Pious referenced it).
Even in this hard land, where the ground has seen little moisture for the last 8 months, Rocko is able to spot where the large party of creatures veered from the path into dried, husky maize fields heading due west. By this point, evening is setting on. The sun will dip early tonight, and clouds begin to obscure the sky.