Eldin stands. “I don’t know what this wretches story is,” he says quietly to the others, “but I get the sense that he is more deserving of our pity and prayers than our ire. Perhaps I am being too kind hearted or foolish, but I would loathe to kill him.”
Turning back to the wretch, Eldin asks, “From what direction did you hear the yell for mercy that you mentioned?”
Turning back to the wretch, Eldin asks, “From what direction did you hear the yell for mercy that you mentioned?”
The eccentric waves aside your concerns
It came from the outside space, the husk; it’s not important anymore. Long gone.
Do you know the way to the surface?
The man shakes his head, making “tsk tsk” noises over the broken barrel.
That was hard work too.
The man points towards the pool.
Any chance you could retrieve my candle?
The beast becomes man once more. "I think we should kill it. It is lying to us and is clearly not trustworthy, so why should we wait for the lying scum to stick us in the kidney or lead us to a doom. After the disgusting guy from our flaming warehouse I feel that we need to be more.......complete...in assuring our safety as a group. What say you all?"
"I don't know. I have a feeling that he's only lying because he's afraid of ...something. Also, he's dumber than a brick, but that's beside the point."
Any chance you could retrieve my candle?
"No. That water looks most uninviting. Besides, candles are overrated anyway."
Tyndal points at the floating body and looks at "Vanthus"
"Who's that?"
"No. That water looks most uninviting. Besides, candles are overrated anyway."
Then man sighs, then resumes picking up various bits of trash to stuff against the doorway.
Can I put this door back up now?
"Who's that?"
The man shrugs noncommittally.
Dunno. I think he was trying to get away from the beasts, but the water was already occupied. Apparently, it doesn't like company.
Eldin takes a look around the chamber. Are there any long poles or anything that might be used to fish the body out of the water without getting too close to the water itself?
Eldin takes a look around the chamber. Are there any long poles or anything that might be used to fish the body out of the water without getting too close to the water itself?
Tyndal pulls out his grappling hook and goes "fishing" for the body.
Tyndal pulls out his grappling hook and goes "fishing" for the body.
Tyndal’s grapnel splashes into the pool a few times, and he alternates between casting, reeling, and cursing before finally passing the hook through the waterlogged flesh of the corpse and locking into the ribcage.
Strangely, he encounters some resistance attempting to haul the carcass back towards the shore. Gobbets of pasty flesh tear free and float atop the glassy surface of the pool as Tyndal attempts to reel in his catch.
"Holy crap...this guy's heavy!"
The cadaver briefly heaves upwards from the pool, dripping slimy, viscous water, before splashing back into the pool, spraying droplets of water in all directions (though not far enough to reach the party).
The brief glance granted to the party of the anterior of the remains show the flesh entirely eaten away, almost forming a smooth slate.
Though the trapped gases normally allowing the dead to remain afloat appear to have escaped long ago, the body does not sink, even after perforation by Tyndal’s grappling hook.
As you watch, the corpse slowly drifts closer to shore, just out of arms length. Perhaps on a current created by the aborted fishing attempt?
"Let me have at it."
Seann grasps the rope, giving a helfty tug.
BACK AWAY!! NOW!!! There is something in the water or the water is something! Beware! That man's killer is still on him!
Seann grasps the rope, giving a helfty tug.
Seann gives the improvised tackle a tremendous heave. With a sickening pop, the bones of the corpse begin to give way, barely managing to hold the sickening trophy together. With a rush, the corpse flies out from the pool, bringing with it an incredible volume of water.
In fact, the water almost appears to be pushing the corpse.
Before Seann realizes something is horribly, terribly wrong, the pool surges up to meet him. The carcass flops limply aside, ricocheting off Tyndal’s sturdy armor and exploding with a nauseating shower of viscera.
The slimy water washes across Seann, but does not break, as water ought. Instead, the jellylike mass engulfs him, flowing over him, invading every accessible orifice. The liquid is in his mouth, his nose, flowing over his eye sockets. A strange dichotomy of sensations comes over Seann, as the liquid both burns and soothes.
BACK AWAY!! NOW!!! There is something in the water or the water is something! Beware! That man's killer is still on him!
AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!
"Vanthus" hits the dirt, hiding his head under his arms.
Terin whips his sling in an underhand motion as the sickening jelly rises out of the water To hit=17, damage 6.
Save Seann! I'll watch this one for any trouble.
With pain-wracked sobs, Seann manages to smear the majority of the clear, gelatinous goop off him before it utterly coats his person. Uncontainable tears well to his eyes as the residual globules leave throbbing red welts on his palms, and upon the inside of his ears and sinus cavity .
The ooze collects at Seann’s feet, piling high as it absorbs the scattered bone fragments, rapidly forming itself into an appalling mockery of a man.
Terin’s swift shot impacts the slime as it transubstantiates, but as the bullet is simply pulled into the transforming glop, it is difficult to determine what effect, if any, it had upon the amorphous blob.
You hear a sickening gargle bubble up from the thing that could be mistaken for laughter.
Loosening his Bow, and drawing an arrow, Harven moves along the wall, (to E10) seeking a clear line of sight to the creature, before dropping to one knee and loosing his arrow.
He inspects the creature, seeking any information at all about it.
Knowledge (nature) (1d20+6=8)
Knowledge (Dungeoneering) (1d20+4=21)
"What the &%#% is that?!"
Tyndal drops the rope, sets his shield and quickdraws his flail. He surges forward and attempts to bullrush the slime back into the pool and away from Seann.
We'll have to be more wary of your "help" in the future.[/ooc]
Who, me?
“Seann! How do you fare friend?” Eldin moves up behind the mage, touching the wand of cure wounds to his face.
AC 11, probably not good enough :). [/ooc]
Harven’s aim is true and the arrow pierces the glutinous mass, tearing through and spraying beads of clear liquid back into the pool.
He inspects the creature, seeking any information at all about it.
This monster appears related in some way to the dreaded gelatinous cube of dungeoneering infamy. If what you remember rings true, it might well digest organic or inorganic matter using acid, and pack a paralytic or anesthetizing slime. Such masses are typically mindless.
Strength check for Bull Rush = 16
Tyndal slams into the slime full force and finds trying to move the creature akin to attempting to push honey uphill. The disgusting glop solidifies briefly, shoving back with equal force, propelling Tyndal back to where he started.
touching the wand of cure wounds to his face.
Resettling into place after rebuffing Tyndal’s advance, the creature finishes extracting substance from the pool. Drawing up to its full height, the anomalous mass towers over the party, bubbling and dripping foul translucent slime.
Terin drops his sling, as it didn't seem to do much to the creature, and moves forward to engage the foul slime, drawing his scimitar as he closes and attacks the beast.
to hit=14, damage=8.
Terin drops his sling, as it didn't seem to do much
Seann up!
"Fuuuh!" yells Seann incoherently as he reels back from the slime beast. He stumbles back to the far wall, readying a spell.
Terin’s swing slices a decent size lump from the creature, though it has gained so much mass by this time it is frustratingly difficult to establish if the glop even notices. The foggy jelly separated from whole splashes down hard, then melts away.
Frustrated by the loss of an easy meal (Seann), the creature rears up to it’s full height, then crashes down upon Terin and Tyndal like pounding ocean surf in a hurricane.
Anders is busy keeping an eye on your new friend (unless Sean is able to post, then he’s doing whatever Sean likes), so barring the saves/AoO's, Harven is back up.
if it hits which is doubtful
Damage=12
The twin strikes of Terin and Tyndal cut a dreadful swath through the gelatinous beast, neatly severing it in twain.
The victory is short lived, however, as the ponderous weight of the creature hammers down upon the two men. The blob surrounds and swallows up Terin and Tyndal, who find themselves treading jelly as the thing reforms into a single mound.
The semi-transparent, gummy slime burns like fire for just a moment, before a soothing cool descends upon you. You find it difficult to hold on to your weapons, as your limbs grow numb.
The paraesthesia increases steadily, rapidly becoming an awful burning. You resist screaming as long as possible, for you know the living goo would only try to force its way into your throat .
DC20 Fortitude Success:
DC20 Fortitude Failure:
"Die slime thing! D........."