Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
Kurl steps back in horror. "By the Dark Mother's teet, what is it?"
Tender guffaws as he rushes forward, "You're the dark arts expert. Shouldn't you know? Nice that you find religion now, though I find your choice of deities suspect." He attempts to smack the ooze down with his crowbar.
Happy shouts, "Tender, don't let the thing touch your skin! We don't know what black sorcery is at work!" He swings with his longsword, trying to slice the pseudopod off."
"Stay back, Betsy," Boral says. He goes to another side of the creature and pokes it with a pitchfork.
"I don't know if your weapons will have an effect," Kurl admits as he continues to move further away. "Fire... fire may be of use here, too." He looks around for something flammable, like an unlit torch.
Tender guffaws as he rushes forward, "You're the dark arts expert. Shouldn't you know? Nice that you find religion now, though I find your choice of deities suspect." He attempts to smack the ooze down with his crowbar.
Happy shouts, "Tender, don't let the thing touch your skin! We don't know what black sorcery is at work!" He swings with his longsword, trying to slice the pseudopod off."
"Stay back, Betsy," Boral says. He goes to another side of the creature and pokes it with a pitchfork.
"I don't know if your weapons will have an effect," Kurl admits as he continues to move further away. "Fire... fire may be of use here, too." He looks around for something flammable, like an unlit torch.