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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Horacio" data-source="post: 414061" data-attributes="member: 82">As promised, next update directly from Lazybones mightly keyboard...Book VI, Part 19The two gnomes unleashed their magic as the ochre jelly continued to ooze toward them, Cal using Alera’s wand to shoot another acid arrow at it while Pelanther read a spell from a scroll.  Fortunately his ring had blazed once again into life, giving him enough light to read by; while this wasn’t apparently an antimagic area like the Hall of Pillars, the teleport had seemingly interfered with the magic enchantments of their light sources. In any case, as he completed his reading of the scroll his hand, already ringed by the illusory flames coming from his ring, erupted with a ball of real, hot flames cupped in the pool of his open palm.  Without hesitation the druid hurled the flames at the ooze.  The little ball splashed hot fire over the surface of the ooze, burning its amoebic form, adding to the damage already unleashed by Cal’s acid arrows.  The ooze, a mindless creature fixed only on absorbing organic matter, did not hesitate or retreat, and kept moving toward them.  Another ball of flame appeared in Pel’s hand, and he hurled this second missile as he had the first.  The ooze quivered and came yet closer, almost within striking distance of the two gnomes, but then it shuddered and collapsed into a greasy slick of stinking goo.  “Nice work,” Cal said.  His cousin looked over at him, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Benzan’s cry of pain from back in the wet chamber.  “I suppose we’d better give him a hand,” Pel said, and the two gnomes rushed back down the sloping corridor toward the room.  Benzan, meanwhile, barely clung to consciousness, still pressed up against the vaulted ceiling of the room through the power of his sword.  Pain flared all across his body where the magical missiles launched by the skeleton warriors had struck him, and he knew there was no way that he could survive another barrage.  At the moment, however, there didn’t seem to be many good options left to him; if he levitated back down to the floor, he had no doubt that the skeletons would chop him into pieces with their swords.Then he remembered something Cal had told him about the shield spell, one of the few enchantments that he had been able to master.  Careful not to botch the complex gestures required by the spell, he called upon the arcane power, and the magical barrier sprung into existence below him.  Protected—he hoped—from further missile attacks, he dug into his pouch for one of the magical healing potions that Alera had given them.  A globe of fire flew from the mouth of the side corridor, striking one of the skeletons in the chest.  The fire didn’t do much damage to the skeleton, slick as it was with water and muck, but it did certainly get its attention.  All three of the creatures turned toward the corridor, where the two gnomes stood waiting.  Cal had unrolled one of Alera’s scrolls, and he read the words of power with a stentorian voice that filled the hall with its echoes.  As the runes scribed upon the vellum flared and vanished, the three skeletal warriors, already moving toward the companions, suddenly froze, held immobile by the power of the spell.  “Benzan, come on!” Cal shouted up to his friend, who was already crawling along the ceiling surface toward their position.  Fenrus, meanwhile, took advantage of Cal’s spell as he splashed through the water and slammed into the first skeleton with an incredible impact.  The wolf’s attack broke the power holding it in place, but the creature barely had a chance to lift its sword before Fenrus ripped it apart.  The wolf turned to the second skeleton, standing immobile just a few feet away.  “The spell won’t hold them for long!” Cal said.“It won’t have to!” Pelanther laughed, as Fenrus demolished the second skeleton warrior with equal vigor.  As the wolf turned to the last of the undead, however, it let out a yelp of pain and jumped backward in a loud splash.  They’d forgotten the second ooze, which had returned to the water to attack.  “Come, Fenrus!” Pel cried, as Benzan rejoined them, levitating back down to the ground near the corridor entrance.  He still looked battered, but the healing potion had helped him greatly.  “Let’s get out of here,” the tiefling said, as the wolf joined them.The two gnomes readily agreed, and the companions beat a hasty retreat down the passageway, bearing new wounds with them.</blockquote>

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