Forked Thread: Scotley's Tomb of Horrors 3.5 Continued

Harrison could swear he feels hot breath on the back of his neck. Quite impossible in his armor, but the feeling adds to the general creepiness of the place. Meanwhile the broken urn hurled by Fin strikes the tapestry ripping it down the middle. As is rips it seems to flow and change. Whatever magic was holding it together fails and the torn tapestry comes down as a layer of Green Slime filling a space 20' x 10' along the northern two thirds of the west wall.
 

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Ballista, HP48/48, AC 26/29vRanged(FF19/24vR-T15/20vR) F5 R13 W6

The petite elven lass thinks a moment as to what kinds of damage works best on these nasty piles of snot, so she can convey it to the party. Ballista moves up as high onto the wall above the door as she can (up to 20ft), and fires an arrow coated in ice crystals into the pile of undulating green slime. her shield floats out of the way momentarily as the shortspear sized arrow lances out toward the beastie. Fongul yelps at the sight of the crawling slime and runs back down the hallway.

IC down:
Attack: 1d20+15
Damage: 2d6+3 & 1d6 cold
Initiative +5
Knowledge Dungeoneering +5
 


Seeing the ineffectiveness of the elf's arrows, Fin looks at Samman and shrugs, "Sorry lads, this ones all yers" as he continues to wait behind the shield wall.
 

Logan Lightbringer, Cleric9, AC28,FF27T17,HP75/76, DR3/-, F+9,R+4,W+11

Logan prays loudly and gets as far away from the slime as he can. "Hmm, it didn't seem to like the cold, I wonder what fire would do to it?"
 

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