The Canterbury Tales- Chapter 4: Dead Drunk

[Deuce Traveler]

As Krindorf steps closer the vomit on the floor bubbles, then writhes, then becomes a mass of tendrils that rises upwards and takes the appearance of a featureless man armed with a knife. The stench from the figure reeks and causes all but Krindorf and Alwyn from becoming sick (-1 to attack rolls for next six rounds).

The patrons and bartender flee shrieking while the scouts stand their ground and consider their options. The figure's knife seems to grow longer while the creature dances a jig around a recovering Alwyn, that enables it to position itself in a defensible corner of the room.

Alwyn
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You are now once again in charge of your facilities.
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[Dragonwriter]

Duncan recoils from the slime-thing. As it grows, the paladin watches in revulsion. He breaks the hypnosis with a quick shake of his head and draws his club. "C'mon, you ugly damn thing! Alwyn, get yourself back and protected, and you've got some talking to do later..."

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Move to draw club (don't remember if I had it out or not) and get near Krindorf, Alwyn and Borric. Standard for Total Defense.
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[Voda Vosa]

"Friends, brethrens! Stand your ground and send this abomination back to Hella in the Underworld!" Krindorf bolsters his allies with an encouraging proclaim.

Using Bless over Krindorf and the rest

 

[GandalfMithrandir]

"What is that thing?" Sir Richard says as he stands up, watching to see what it does, loosening his sword in it's sheath.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

The gooey creature raises his arms and chuckles, launching two balls of vomit-like goo; one from each arm. Duncan somehow deflects the shot aimed at him with his club, but the other ball of goo smacks right into Alwyn's chest. Alwyn looks as if he is going to wretch as the goo's smelly mix of alcohol and vomit hits his nostrils.

OOC: DC 14 from Alwyn to avoid nausea. Also a DC 14 History (Lore) or Religion check to recognize the creature from tales.

 

[Voda Vosa]

Krindorf charges the apparition, leading by the example. He delivers a mighty blow with his morning star.

24 for 6 dmg

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Alwyn is incapacitated, but he does manage to cough out "Fire... use fire..."

The party charges forward, weapons drawn. The gooey-creature fires another blast, this one catching Theroc full on the chest and pinning him to the far wall.

Krindorf nails the strange being with his morning star, tearing off a section of the thing's left side. It looks barely fazed as the torn piece reforms and the creature is made whole again, though some of the goo is permanently torn away and flakes off the morning star in a lifeless manner.

Sir Richard stabs the thing, though his pointed blade seems to do less damage then Krindorf's strike. He too comes away with flaking goo falling off his weapon.

Borric attempts to strike with his rapier misses, and he is unable to close with his sap. Duncan also is unable to land a blow, but more because of a lack of room to strike as his companions have surrounded the cornered creature and leave no other room for melee combatants.

 

[Voda Vosa]

Krindorf takes a step back, and looks for a torch. "A Torch, quickly, set it alight!" he bellows.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

OOC: Please check the Talking the Talk thread.