Against the Crimson Tide IC

[Paxus Asclepius]

The creature's tendril follows Fairweather's form for a few moments, then wraps around her throat. Not only is the pressure tremendous, but the unnatural flesh seems to be decaying her body on contact. Dalamutha shouts in alarm and tries to strike it with the short sword he carries, but he is unable to penetrate its hide.

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"I have no idea who you might be talking about. I haven't had any elven customers in years."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

The creature's tendril follows Fairweather's form for a few moments, then wraps around her throat. Not only is the pressure tremendous, but the unnatural flesh seems to be decaying her body on contact. Dalamutha shouts in alarm and tries to strike it with the short sword he carries, but he is unable to penetrate its hide.

*With a strangled gasp, Fairweather flexes her mighty ocean strider muscles to break its grip, reaching for Oakhammer to bash the creature if possible.*

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Fairweather writhes free and draws Oakhammer; the creature makes a bizarre noise, reminiscent of both a teapot and a baby's wail, and lashes out with all four limbs. The tentacles, which Fairweather can now see are covered not in suckers but in biting, sharklike maws, tear great strips from her hide, but fail to gain gripping purchase.

OOC: Fairweather received 88 damage.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Gasping with pain, Fairweather jets backwards rapidly and uses one of her most potent healing spells to close her gaping wounds.*

[OOC - moving back 60 ft. and casting heal]

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

As Fairweather leaves its reach, it lashes her once, cutting across her trailing leg; the monstrosity then turns its attention to Dalamutha, gripping him firmly in one pair of appendages.

OOC: Another 14 damage, though everything is healed by the spell.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Body mostly healed, Fairweather turns to the creature and tries to use the power of nature to turn it into something harmless.*

[OOC - baleful polymorph to turn it into a normal-sized trout.]

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

The bizarre creature writhes and shrinks, then seems almost to deflate as a vile, reddish ichor pours out of it. The hollow skin twists and reforms into a trout, as the fluid slowly diffuses into the water. Dalamutha gasps, his gills working desperately to regain breath.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Fairweather swims up to Dalamutha, and uses her nature-born power to heal his own wounds.*

"Let's get out of here, I don't want to encounter one of these again!"

[OOC - Cast cure serious wounds]

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

"Nor do I. Thank you. Do you wish to push on, or shall we turn back?"

 

[Goddess FallenAngel]

Domina follows Jesper and Tmion into the office, and leans against the wall letting him do the talking. It's his mission, afterall.