Thea muttered a quick string of curses against brainless opponents, then reached into her pack and produced a slender wand. With a terse command, she fired off a single missile into the creature's side- while the actual damage was minimal, Thea at least was comforted by the knowledge it wouldn't miss. The dart of hits the cube with a wet sounding smack. Alarion floats helplessly inside the cube as the
acid (1d6=6) slowly digests him. Quirking up his mouth, Moru mutters,
"Okay. Something acid won't hurt. Hopefully something hard to paralyze ... " He snaps his fingers.
"Okay, let's try this." He pulls a small bag and candle from his spell component pouch, then starts waving the two in an odd pattern, guttural words forming even as the air next to the cube begins to shimmer and malicious laugh seems to issue from the shimmering space. Wally, enclosed within the cube, continues to struggle his
Dagger (1d4+4=7) tearing at the cube from inside. Jonas and Soulfetter both make for the narrow passage and the cube, but the Urgant's long strides get him there first. He swings his axe in a powerful blow that splatters goo in every direction. Somehow breaks down the tension holding the gelatinous mass of the cube together. It come apart into a puddle that spreads over a large area and begins to drain away. Darius and Alarion are left on the floor in the center of the puddle still frozen, while Wally rolls out cursing and sputtering. Raul continues to guard the party's escape route, while Rahvin lowers the spike he had ready to toss.
You notice that the floor where the cube was is also covered in shiny copper coins. hundreds of them. Wally notes you all gawking and looks down, a big grin spreads on his face. With a popping sound, this little, puny, disgusting, knuckle-dragging lump with enormous hands and claws appears in a poof of urine-colored, sulfuric-smelling smoke. The creature is mostly obscured by the dissipating smoke. Moru Sen "hears" in his mind the creatures words in a very deep, sinister, and, well, demonic voice,
"Yes, Master? You Rannng?"
[sblock=Alarion]You've got 12 more rounds of being
paralyzed (3d6=13) [/sblock]
OOC: Actions?