(CSRHoD) Creamsteak's Red Hand of Doom II [IC]

[Creamsteak]

So how do you all want to go about destroying these eggs?

 

[pathfinderq1]

So how do you all want to go about destroying these eggs?

OOC: Tyrla will try her Baleful Utterance invocation (as Shatter, can be used "against a single solid object, regardless of composition, weighing up to 10 pounds per caster level", Will negates, PH pg.278). If that doesn't work, she'll try an eldritch blast. If neither one works, she will look expectantly at Siobhan and Pender, hoping for simple brute 'smashy smashy'.

IC: Tyrla stepped forward to the edge of the crude walkway and looked down on the 'eggs' for a moment. Then she gave a short, piercing shout, almost a yelp in some unrecognizable language- a sound which seemed to reverberate within the crude building far more than its actual volume would indicate. She looked at the eggs again, as if studying the effect of her power- if it didn't work, there were other, more direct methods...

 

[Creamsteak]

Using that method, Tyrla is able to shatter all the visible eggs from the walkway above.

 

[Arkhandus]

Warren dives in briefly to check around the area underwater in the second building, and tries several stabs against any eggs Tyrla might not've caught from the surface. Then he climbs back out to dry off a bit and wait for the others to decide what to do next. "Do you guys need to rest now, or should we check out another area? And should we try headin' back to the swamp elves or just stay 'round here today?"

 

[Redclaw]

I am loathe to waste any time, although I could certainly use the rest to recover my spells, Larian says.
[sblock=ooc] What other buildings are around? Is there more to Rhest, or have we seen it all? [/sblock]

 

[Creamsteak]

Warren dives into the putrid smelling pool after Tyrla shattered so many of the eggs to pulp around it. The water is murky and a bit viscous from all the stuff in it. Regardless, he hunts for a number of the hatchlings hidden in the water. He breaks six more eggs before he's satisfied, and comes up smelling like a lizard.

The group has explored the majority of Rhest that's not submerged at least. The underwater portion has only been scratched, of course.

 

[Arkhandus]

Warren comes out of the water coughing and wheezing, taking a few moments to clear out the noxious junk and wipe his face off. "Well....that was just about the grossest thing I've ever done, probably. Gah! I think I can taste it in the back of my throat. Or is that bile? Anyway, I vote we leave this room and go somewhere else. Don't care where."

After a few more breaths, he decides to jump into the water near the bigger building, to sort of rinse off a bit, before dragging himself back up to dry off a bit. He uses the clothes of the dead critters nearby to help dry off and clean his short sword. "Maybe they'll mistake me for one o' their own from a distance, afore I stab 'em. If we fight any more today, anyway." he says with a grimace, sniffing himself.

 

[pathfinderq1]

"It seems as if we have explored most of the habitable sections of the ruins, and I believe that we have dealt a great blow against whatever forces were massing here," Tyrla said after a few moments of thought. "I don't think we will profit much from blindly searching the underwater parts of the ruins. To my mind, we have three paths we might take from here. First, we ought to return to the elves of Starsong Hill. We can tell them that whatever threat dwelt here has been dealt with, and we can recover our mounts from their care. Then we must decide whether to go to Brindol, to see what we can do against the army which is headed there, or to see if we can find the Ghostlord, to return this trinket in hopes of ending his support for the enemy army. Does anyone have anything to add, or any dissent? If not, we ought to head back towards the elves as soon as we can- despite our efforts, that army is still on the march, and we can't risk delay."

 

[Creamsteak]

Warren is still cursed, and will remain so until that's removed.

 

[Redclaw]

I have reservations about handing the Ghostlord's phylactery back to its undead owner, Larian admits. Whatever creature has created it is surely a thing of evil itself. How can we aid it in such a way? Other than that, your assessment is sound, and the path you propose suits me well.