Wildwood Red in Tooth and Claw [IC]

[Watus]

Tur pauses, his eyes wide, staring at the ruined corpses littering the cavern. Given an enemy he can swing an axe at, Tur will behave as an heir of the dragonkin and be utterely with fear.

But this. The prospect of it touching him. Infecting him. Growing inside, turning him into itself....

His chest tightens. A bitter taste fills his mouth and the muscles in his leg begin to twitch. Are these the first signs of infection?

 

[Voadam]

Tur is not sure whether the foul taste in his mouth is just from the warm fetid air of this hot chamber or the lingering aftertaste of the foul goblin blood and flesh from his downed foes.

After listening while everyone pauses, the sound coming from the tunnel opening on the side of the chamber is definitely the flow of water.

 

[Voadam]

As you stand at the opening of the chamber looking over the bodies those of you with sight notice that several bodies have little dark green weals on them, overlapping and interlocking circles in groups of three.

 

[Ilium]

Jeanpierre kneels next to one of the bodies to look it over more carefully. "I've never seen anything like this before," he observes. "I suppose I don't need to tell you all to be careful. Well we might as well get on with it." He moves forward, holding his light before him.

 

[D20Dazza]

Cursed watches the walls and roof, an uneasy feeling settling over him.

 

[Voadam]

The rats scitter over and around bodies out of the knight's way as he inspects a green hued goblin. Jeanpierre finds the air around the corpses fetid and rank while the corpses themselves seem to be generating heat.

Jeanpierre arises and proceeds, his glowing sword held out before him while the uneasy Cursed inspects the walls and roof as a bad feeling settles upon him.

Danger arises not from above however, but from the sea of bodies as Jeanpierre's movement seems to have triggered a response. The slightly bloated corpse with green ooze spilling from its orifices rises up and shambles towards Jeanpierre. It opens its mouth as if to cry out but only thick strands of slime drool out.

The rats scatter away from the risen corpse.

Initiative!

Cursed 19
Tur 15
Green Goblin 13
Noni 9
Jeanpierre 9

 

[Fenris]

Noni swears a silent curse. All that walked under the many suns he had seen and faced. But these abominations under the earth were strange, alien and unknown. Fearing that an arro would pass harmlessly through the green thing as through algae on a rancid pond, Noni draws his axe and cirlces the creature ready to swing.

 

[D20Dazza]

Wracking his brain Cursed realises that he knows no spells that will help them and so, instead, will have to aid the combat via more physical means. Drawing a deep, shaky breath Cursed takes a step back and mutters the words to a spell, a deep blue nimbus of light enveloping him like some sort of mystical armour. Gritting his teeth and steeling his gaze the blind man levels his spear at the creature and prepares to attack.

OOC: Mage armour (use noted on sheet), +4AC (now 19)

 

[Ilium]

Jeanpierre shudders in revolt but takes comfort from the touch of Campita's holy lance hanging around his neck. "Begone vile thing!" he shouts.

OOC: Turn Undead. I have a bad feeling it's not undead, but I'm pretty sure Jeanpierre would have been trained to try this first when dead things get up and start moving.

 

[Voadam]

Something icky this way comes

Cursed takes a step back and levels his spear ready to join his comrades in dealing with the creature. A little uneasy at the prospect of hand to hand combat the Ilonis takes a little comfort in his magical spirit armor.

Tur feels nothing but horrified revulsion but he lifts his tired arms to bring his great axe at the ready and steps forward. Unfortunately the slime of the floor is slick and the lizardman stumbles over some corpses losing his balance.

The goblin corpse lunges forward unsteadily to Jeanpierre but keeps its feet and slams a grasping hand against the man's chest, though his armor protects the knight from direct harm. Cursed stabs at the same moment with his spear but the point is turned aside against the thing's thickened outer skin.

Noni maneuvers up to flank the goblin drawing his axe lest arrows pass through its slimy innards without effect. The ranger too keeps his feet on the slime slick terrain. With a great slash the ranger opens a big gash alongside of the creature's bloated body.

Jeanpierre holds up the Lance symbol of Campita and channels positive energy to attempt to turn the thing from its course of action. In response it opens its mouth as if in a silent scream. More strands drool out as it pulls back its lips baring small slime covered teeth and continues to pursue its chosen target with little grasping hands.

A big schlurping sound behind Noni draws a little attention to the fact that the puddle of green ooze in the downed split corpse seems to be sliding slowly out of the corpse and towards Noni.

Tur 15
Cursed 13
Green Goblin 13
Noni 9
Jeanpierre 9


CURSED
[SBLOCK]Mage armor was still going, the hour duration is not yet up. I had you ready an action instead of merely preparing to act later.[/SBLOCK]