D&D 5E (2014) [IC] Uller's Out of the Abyss

[SunGold]

Yep.

 

[SunGold]

Actually wait, if they both left the room, no. There's no need. I can still block passage from the square directly to the right of the ooze (and hopefully be out of range of whatever's in the tunnel). Sorry.

 

[Uller]

OOC: All right. So current map: I'm hosting these maps in dropbox now so I can easily update them without having to edit my posts or re-upload the maps. I'll make a new file each round. [MENTION=6776182]JustinCase[/MENTION] let me know if you'd like to change your target of your last attack. To reiterate: Erevan definitely is aware of the gray ooze and knows it attacked him. Keep your rolls. If you attack the ooze, you deal SA damage too.

 

[JustinCase]

OOC: Right, I'm switching targets. Was confused as to what Erevan did and didn't see. Adding sneak attack: [roll0]

 

[Uller]

Okay. The ooze is still alive but pretty badly damaged. It's turn. All it can attack is Surana.

Pseudopod [roll0]
Damage [roll1] bludgeoning plus [roll2] acid

That's a miss. (And it should have had disadvantage). PCs can go now (any order)

 

[DMAesh]

Ezraen draws a bead with the hand crossbow and lets fly!

[roll0]
[roll1]

 

[Uller]

Ezraen's shot finishes off the ooze. The "floating drow" disappeared around a bend in the passage to the north. Only Ezraen and Erevan saw it or heard Glabbagol.

Sent from my SCH-I535 using EN World mobile app

 

[DMAesh]

Ezraen looks at Erevan and then to Surana, "Surana, did you hear Glabbagol? It was odd, but it felt almost like Drum-speech, you know?"

"Glabbagol? Are you still there?" Ezraen calls out tentatively.

 

[SunGold]

As the ooze dissipates, Surana turns around to check on the elf and his smoking armor.

"Are you alright, Erevan? That looked like a rough hit."

When Ezraen mentions Glabbagol, she looks confused.

"Who? I only saw the ooze. Is that who Erevan was talking to?" She lets out a relieved laugh. "Thank the gods. I thought he might be mad as Bert."

 

[DMAesh]

"No, it wasn't madness, unless we share a common delusion," Ezraen shrugs, "It was like a floating body of a drow and its mace (?) It seemed to have been chased off by the holy light of Orsik's flame. If Glabbagol is a denizen of the Underdark, it is not a surprise that it did not like the light."

The half-drow looks at a loss, "It almost sounded like it had a childlike innocence, which does not sound like any drow I have ever encountered. Then there is the whole floating in air thing..."