[D&D 4e] IG's "Those Left Behind, Chapter 4(e)"
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. Go ahead and update as far as I'm concerned, and feel free to npc Uulark as desired. Hopefully, and update will get my brain working again....Talashia fights to keep her concentration through the ever-growing pain of the pudding's pseudopods as they melt through her enchanted clothes and burn her skin. She throws a hand out, causing a furious explosion of lightning that rakes at the large pudding, even as a tendril branches off to strike at the small one beside her as well!
(Lightning Strike! Note - the damage is miscalced...I put 20 instead of 18 by mistake. So the final damage is 20, not 22. Sorry! At least the small pudding still takes 4!)
(Lightning Strike! Note - the damage is miscalced...I put 20 instead of 18 by mistake. So the final damage is 20, not 22. Sorry! At least the small pudding still takes 4!)
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industrygothica
Adventurer
The group continues to pick apart the ooze and the moth swarm, as well as be picked apart themselves by the same. In the end, however, it is the companions who stand the victors, though beaten and bloodied; Talashia's reflection may never look the same, as her beautiful face carries a reminder of the black pudding's acidic sting.
As the noise of the battle fades, and the ooze seeps back into the ground from which it came, the silence settles in and reminds you of those truly left behind.
Buurt stands next to a gate, secured with a rusted chain and lock.
[sblock=ooc]I'm sure a bit of magic can rid Talashia of what will otherwise become the identifying scar across her left cheek. Probably won't even cost you--I just thought it added flair
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As the noise of the battle fades, and the ooze seeps back into the ground from which it came, the silence settles in and reminds you of those truly left behind.
Buurt stands next to a gate, secured with a rusted chain and lock.
[sblock=ooc]I'm sure a bit of magic can rid Talashia of what will otherwise become the identifying scar across her left cheek. Probably won't even cost you--I just thought it added flair
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Leif
Adventurer
Uulark Simental, Longtooth Shifter Cleric of Sehanine L11
Uulark, noble Shifter that he is, offers Talashia his violet handkerchief to use as a veil to cover her marred beauty. "Here, lass, this is the best that I can do for now. When I regain my abilities to avail myself of Sehanine's powerful blessings, I'll see if I can't effect a more permanent solution."
Uulark, noble Shifter that he is, offers Talashia his violet handkerchief to use as a veil to cover her marred beauty. "Here, lass, this is the best that I can do for now. When I regain my abilities to avail myself of Sehanine's powerful blessings, I'll see if I can't effect a more permanent solution."
Shaimon Hu'u, druidic human ranger
As the battle is finally over, Shai all but falls to the floor, sitting heavily. Dyspeer quickly moves to his side, licking the hairy man's face, who returns the favor with a scratch behind the ears.
"We need outta here, 'fore something else decided to com crawling out that hole," Shai says. He points with his warhammer to the gate behind Buurt, "And looks like that's the only way out. Not sure it'll be any better on the other side of that gate, but I say we at least break the chain and set ourselves up aside it 'fore we catch our breath. Then at least we can make a run for it if there's more slimies down that crack in the ground."
As the battle is finally over, Shai all but falls to the floor, sitting heavily. Dyspeer quickly moves to his side, licking the hairy man's face, who returns the favor with a scratch behind the ears.
"We need outta here, 'fore something else decided to com crawling out that hole," Shai says. He points with his warhammer to the gate behind Buurt, "And looks like that's the only way out. Not sure it'll be any better on the other side of that gate, but I say we at least break the chain and set ourselves up aside it 'fore we catch our breath. Then at least we can make a run for it if there's more slimies down that crack in the ground."
Scotley
Hero
Rogash
"A lock should be little trouble. Though it is rather rusty. If the lock is too rusty to open then the chain may be weak enough to break with ease." The dwarf gets out his tools and knocks off as much rust from the lock as he can and then applies some oil before trying to get it open.
"A lock should be little trouble. Though it is rather rusty. If the lock is too rusty to open then the chain may be weak enough to break with ease." The dwarf gets out his tools and knocks off as much rust from the lock as he can and then applies some oil before trying to get it open.
industrygothica
Adventurer
Rogash's attempt to pick the lock is unsuccessful.
(OOC: DC is 30; That's a base 30 for paragon tier +2 for being rusted closed, and a +2 to your check for the prepwork before the attempt.)
(OOC: DC is 30; That's a base 30 for paragon tier +2 for being rusted closed, and a +2 to your check for the prepwork before the attempt.)
industrygothica
Adventurer
Ignore this double post.
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With a lump in her throat, Talashia accepts Uulark's hanky as Shazi bursts into laughter, circling her head. She presses it against the livid acid burn that traces a line down her cheek and winces at the pain.
"One day I will leave the weakness of flesh behind," the sorceress murmured to herself as she fought off tears. "One day."
"You're quite the gentleman, aren't you?" the orbiting Shazi asks of Uulark. "When you give a lady flowers, do you stick them in a generous lump of compost first, so they'll keep?" He laughed harder and vanished from sight...becoming nothing more than mocking laughter carried on the wind.
Talashia ignored him as she went to the door, moistening the hanky with her waterskin and daubing it on her face.
"Any luck?"
"One day I will leave the weakness of flesh behind," the sorceress murmured to herself as she fought off tears. "One day."
"You're quite the gentleman, aren't you?" the orbiting Shazi asks of Uulark. "When you give a lady flowers, do you stick them in a generous lump of compost first, so they'll keep?" He laughed harder and vanished from sight...becoming nothing more than mocking laughter carried on the wind.
Talashia ignored him as she went to the door, moistening the hanky with her waterskin and daubing it on her face.
"Any luck?"
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