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

[SunGold]

OOC: Hehe, I realized what it was when you rolled perception and saw the sheen, but "gelatinous" is not a Surana word. It's just another ooze to her.

"We're from the out. There must be other ways in from the out. That dr--" She stops, realizing there's no point in bringing up the drow again. "The...food...for you and the small oozes has to come in from somewhere."

She seems to be relaxing a little, but still not enough to put her weapons away.

 

[JustinCase]

"A cube? Glabbagol, are you a cube? How does that work?" Erevan clearly has no idea what a gelatinous cube is; nobody at his father's court ever talked about this to him! Then again, they might have but spoiled prince Van was more interested in shiny things and personal comfort than dungeon dangers.

 

[Uller]

"the oozes appear and disappear. but i do not know how. i usually consume them to keep the everything tidy. i will be needing to consume the one you broke. it is cluttering things."

You can see that there are lots of cracks in the ceiling and walls. The gray ooze you just fought probably came through cracks in the ceiling.

 

[DMAesh]

"I don't suppose you are using that metal thing inside of you... We could take it with us, so that it does not clutter up your little home?" Ezraen backs up out of the room to let the cube do its work.

 

[SunGold]

Surana backs up as well. She stands just outside the room, hoping to get a better glimpse at the bizarre creature. She'd seen all sorts of wildlife back home, but nothing like this, and curiousity was beginning to overcome her fighting instincts.

Once in the hall, she briefly looks away from Glabbagol to offer the crossbow back to Ez.

"It sounds like there may be more of the metal-eaters..."

 

[Uller]

"metal thing? i do not recall absorbing a metal thing." You notice that also floating within the creature are two very nearly transparent eyeballs. They turn around inside of it and appear to focus on the dead drow.

"oh. here is your lost drow as well as your metal thing."

SLLLUUURP. The drow and the mace both spill out of it and into a heap on the floor. The drows cloths and other gear appear to be ruined. It is wearing a chainshirt that might still be functional. The mace looks like it is in good condition.

The cube then moves over to the ooze and slurps it up surprisingly fast. It moves slowly but once it has a hold of the ooze it seems to just suck it right into its body.

"there. all clean. It's eyes focus on the drow on the floor then back to you. Then to the drow...

 

[DMAesh]

Ezraen tosses the mace to Orsik, "Can you use that?"

Old instincts kick in as Ezraen loots the drow with deft ease, stripping him/her of anything useful.

"Thank you, Glabbagol!" the paladin smiles, "You may clean up the drow now."

 

[Uller]

When you pull the chain shirt off the dead drow (which smells like a combination of wet dog and dead worms), what is left of a purse falls on the floor. A few coins scatter on the floor along a small glass vial. The coins total 15 electrum pieces. The vial contains what appears to be fog that "flows" when you turn the vial. It is about half empty.

The mace is solid metal but in very good shape compared to the armor (the armor is only good for a 12 base AC because it is so damaged).

OOC: The mace is obviously magical. The vial contains a potion. Standard identification rules apply (taste a potion, focus on other items during a short rest while in contact with them). If I put a magic item in an adventure it is because I _want_ you to be able to use it so I don't mind them being reasonably easy to ID. But fair warning: It is not unheard of for magic items to have dangerous side effects that are not readily apparent until you use them (or even hold onto them). These two items are safe. But from here on I make no guarantees.

 

[DMAesh]

OOC: Ezraen would probably only give pause if the item looked particularly nefarious.

"Looks like that mace might be magicked. I wonder if it will withstand those gray oozes," Ezraen says with a smile, "Too bad I am not stronger, or I might use it myself! 'Rana, want to hold the coin?"

Still on a knee, the ex-burglar scoops up the electrum pieces and offers it up to her.

 

[JustinCase]

"How long have you been keeping this place clean?" Erevan asks the strange gelatinous cube. What a peculiar thing! The elf fantasizes about keeping Glabbagol as part of the household staff when he returns to his father's court. How marvelous it must be to recount how he first met the unusual housekeeper, easily breaking the ice with any diplomatic envoy...

The elf sighs. "I miss my home. I miss my Dad, and even that spoiled wife of his."