'Yiih!'
Leaf bounces a foot or so into the air, firing light beams reflexively
As Leaf fires at the monster Zissaren draws his flail and takes a swing at the nearest part of the watery beast.
Cat does what Cats do best: RUNS! Moves down the side of the sewer, keeping low and close to the ground.
With a quick curse in her language, Arathalia acts, her eyes seem to boil as motes of black flow upwards filling her eyes and a dark haze seems to settle upon the creature.
Her slender hand extends an a bolt of pure silver light lances forward, a swirling mist tracing it's path.
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Monster lunges towards Leaf, but lantern easily escapes massive jaws. Simultaneously, lesser heads try to snap Luff and Zissaren, ignoring everyone else, but they fail as well. On the other hand, everything that you threw at the water worm just passes through its body. Water splashes around the tunnel and the smell of cookies and sugar becomes even stronger.
Spinning wildly to avoid the massed jaws, Leaf notes with dismay the seeming invulnerability of their foe
'Al, ever read anything about this kind of creature? Anyone know any legends? Preferably ones that include helpful hints about how to drive it off.'
attempting to find a moments respite in the lee of Zissaran's attack, Leaf casts shield
Hangingback Arathalia studies the creature for a sign of familiarity or weakness.
Knowledge Arcana:
Knowledge Planes:
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Hangingback Arathalia studies the creature for a sign of familiarity or weakness.
Knowledge Arcana: 1d20+6
Knowledge Planes: 1d20+6
Alderthane continues to hold his cane in a defensive stance whilst trying to identify the creature.
Seeing that his attack merely splashed some water about Zissaren pulls back against the wall of the tunnel and swings his flail, attempting to fend off the watery jaws.
Luff raises an eyebrow suspiciously, then smiles coldy, "oh, I see your game!" He calls out into the darkness.
The pixie raises his arms as he hovers backwards, then the water before the beast begins to bubble violently as a serpentine form of steam begins to form, wrapping itself around the strange creature. Its misty jaws lash out to bite at the flank of its watery victim.
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Alderthane continues to hold his cane in a defensive stance whilst trying to identify the creature.
Perception:
Spellcraft:
'hmmm'
Perception:
Aehrick has his sword out and at the ready, his lips pressed into tight frown.
Aehrick just shakes his head, glancing down at his ineffective blade and marveling that the assault has continued this long and he's none the worse for wear. His clothes, even, were intact save for the soaking.
"Time to make a bit of luck." He grunts, touching at his necklace and muttering a swift prayer about doubling his chances. And then there are two Aehricks! A duplicate blinking into being next to the original-- or is that the original and that the double? There's little time to guess as the pair goes running past the monster, side-by-side.
"That cannae be right," Al mutters, frowning at where the creature meets the water, "where the Hells could that thing o' come from in this meager flow?"
The old man considers the evidence before him for a moment, then begins to walk calmly past the creature ignoring it entirely. "If I'm right abou' this, you folks may wanna follow me lead... I'm reckonin' this thing ain't all that it seems."
Rodrigo looks between his friend and the watery creature worriedly, but eventually follows Al's path, growling viciously towards the creature as he moves.
Leaf follows along in the wake of the two bold party members - firing a couple of bolts off in random directions to see if there is something around to be hit after all.
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"That cannae be right," Al mutters, frowning at where the creature meets the water, "where the Hells could that thing o' come from in this meager flow?"
The old man considers the evidence before him for a moment, then begins to walk calmly past the creature ignoring it entirely. "If I'm right abou' this, you folks may wanna follow me lead... I'm reckonin' this thing ain't all that it seems."
Rodrigo looks between his friend and the watery creature worriedly, but eventually follows Al's path, growling viciously towards the creature as he moves.
Old man walks right through the snapping jaws, ignoring the savage trashing of the water monster. As soon as he passed it, the water worms started to fade away and then - disappeared like a burst bubble of soap foam. Surprised, old man and his companions notice that their clothes are dry.
"Interesting..." Luff whispers to himself, hovering before the sugary wall blocking their way back. He draws a finger along it slowly, then holds the sample beneath his nose for a moment.
"It would seem that the way on, at least, is clear." he states, whirling around to face the open corridor before them, "Shall we move on?"
"An illusion...."
The cat composes itself, shakes itself off and stalks arrogantly to the front of the party. "I believe we were heading this way."
Some of us never left. Some of us were hunting sewer rats while everyone else faded away.
"Hang on a minute," Al mutters, raising a hand, "I've got a bad feelin' about this..."
The old man turns to the tightening walls of the tunnel, looking at the organic substance closely and sniffing suspiciously as he tries to discern its nature.
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"Hang on a minute," Al mutters, raising a hand, "I've got a bad feelin' about this..."
The old man turns to the tightening walls of the tunnel, looking at the organic substance closely and sniffing suspiciously as he tries to discern its nature.
"Well, Alderthane?" Luff asks, pronouncing each syllable of the name deliberately, eliciting a low growl from the old man, "have you found anything to explain your unease?"
"As it happens, ye blasted nuisance, me gut feelin' were right," he responds, frowning, "It'd seem that we're deep in the bowels of the city - quite literally."
"Move you naked apes, move!" The Cat races forward at breakneck speed, not pausing to look back to see if anyone follows.
"This doesn't look good," Luff speaks urgently as he flies swiftly onwards, "I guess it would be too much to hope for this to be another illusion."
"Looks real enough to me!" Al exclaims and hastily hobbles forward, Rodrigo flitting around his legs and looking back worriedly.
Zissaren glances around at the now rapidly shrinking tunnel and proceeds to sprint after the fleeing cat with all possible speed.
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While you rush onward, the smell of sugar becomes even stronger than before - almost overpowering. The tunnel is now almost completely organic. There are even pulsing veins in the walls. All of you notice that some veins are blue and some are red, but some are black. Couple of hundred feet down the tunnel the large circular chamber is now gone, replaced by the web of tunnels.
Al looks back at the contracting 'tunnel' and at the fleshy walls surrounding them as he continues to hurry along.