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OOG: Peladus should have detect magic, message and read magic prepared. Is he nervous of putting his spellcraft to the test in front of Rilithorne? "Perhaps, yes," says Rilithorne to Midias doubtfully. "Oh well, no matter, though it is a pity to miss an opportunity for study," he says to...

Rilithorne considers the party's words. "So, then. There are jellies and oozes that scour the dank places of the world that may be split apart by blades with no apparent harm," he answers. "Forgive me, you did deal with the resulting offspring, did you not? Good, good. I shall wish to see...

"Just... out of... breath," Rollfar Lightpurse answers. "Imagined... no, saw..." - she looks a little uncertain - "black... tentacles... swirling... in fog... Your big... friend... falling. Ran... all the way... to... Rilithorne's. Soon be better." Rilithorne accepts Peladus' greeting with...

The halfling shifts herself to hang from the disk and drops to the ground. She takes a few steps sideways to lean against the wall. "And... Miss... Light...purse," she gasps. "Oh, my word."

Ngikhnit lingers at the end of the alley, unable to pull himself away from Spelding Square. The centre of the square fades into utter blackness as the others leave him behind and turn into Spelding Row with the intention of heading for guard headquarters. But coming along the street from the...

Gillin follows after Peladus a few steps, then is brought up short again by Ngikhnit's basking in the glorious ambience of the dark run-down fish and rot-smelling market square. "He's not right," he declares. He points at Quozen. "And there's something wrong with him, too."

The nearest such thing are the oil lamps hung high up on the wall along Spelding Row. To reach one, Quozen would need to do a spot of climbing, or have a long hook, or fetch a ladder, or something.

Gillin looks back and forth uncertainly between Ngikhnit and the others. "Are we stayin' for a bit, then?" he asks.

Picking up a creature's remains proves rather more difficult than expected, like picking up a sleeping cat, if the cat were made of treacle. It flows slowly, the main bulk oozing back to the ground no matter where it is grasped. Pendrake's hands begin to itch slightly with the contact.

The party and Gillin retrieve a sunrod from inside the shed, set aside the question of repairs for later, and head back down the alley into the main Square, where three more noisome corpses lie. Quozen's rapier is on the ground near the exit into Spelding Row.Spelding Row is a dull ugly street...

"Did you see, Mildred and I got three good hits in? I feel younger than I have in years!" Gillin says. "But once I stop I'll feel every bone twice over and be laid up for a week, no doubt, so I'll not say no to a drink now." "I don't know who exactly owns this shed, Master Northman," he...

The creature stirs itself to swipe at Pendrake as he moves past Quozen, but fails to connect. Pendrake plants his feet on either side of a shattered chair frame and wheels to bring his morning star down on the creature with some force. Black gobbets of flesh burst in all directions and shrivel...

Though strong, Quozen's unarmed blow is defeated by the creature's resilient rind.OOG: Pendrake...

Quozen...

OOG: yes, Spot 9 (simply beating a Hide check) or Listen 10 (beating battle DC -10 by 20 to pinpoint location, I guess) would have done it... but I did say "from the base of the ladder" so Ngikhnit is already perfectly aware which square UT3 is in, largely due to Midias's reactions.

Frenzied, the creature slithers down the ladder. It slips from everyone's sight, and Midias's defensive posture falters.An instant later it reappears, a bulky protrusion having just slipped past Midias's foot. Its twinned tentacles writhe about, trying to wrap the cleric in a horrid crushing...

As the creature appears out of nowhere Peladus drops his staff and jumps back. Grabbing a scroll, he feverishly starts reading off the spell which will send a magic missile winging towards the thing. The writing on the scroll vanishes into a flare of light that flies true into the heart of the...

OOG: pfft! I'm fine. I'm waiting for Pendrake to finish his turn. :heh:

Gillin points up with Mildred. "It's on the ladder right above the priest's head!" he warns.That is, UT3 threatens every square with a red dot. It does not threaten through the doorway into the square south of Peladus, where Pendrake stands, due to cover.

The people inside the shed keep throwing themselves against the doors. Ngikhnit makes them shake, but Quozen's blow from off to the side must be made too awkwardly to be effective. Then Pendrake at last finds his mettle, and his shoulder splinters the old dry timbers. Peladus and Gillin, long...