Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult" (IC)

[Voda Vosa]

"Ain't that the dwarf's cat? And ain't that the black thing the same that the kobolds had?" Tuk frowns. "I don't like this, not at all..."

10 on the spot check.

 

[Amaury]

"Grok, can you see any wound on the cat? It could help us understand how that black goo is infecting creatures... We need to know!

And can you actually cure that poor thing, he looks so sweeeet.."




OOC: EDIT
spot (1d20+1=12)

 

[Yttermayn]

Rosalia notices that Thrindar is still asleep under his blanket, the top of his head just visible above the top edge of the blanket.

 

[Amaury]

Rosalia notices Thrindar is still asleep. She doesn't do a thing about initially then forces herself to get to him and give him a poke with her foot: "Hey big boy, time to get up!"

 

[Guest 11456]

The night's chill draws nearer to each of the campers, and those with animal companions soon find them snuggling up with them.

Throughout all the commotion, Thrindar remains asleep in his spot. Toby is snuggled up next to him. When Rosalia pokes him it doesn't seem to effect him.

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

Scrag looks at the cat dispassionately, "Cat got black stuff. Kill it."

 

[Scott DeWar]

spot check:
1d20=15

"shouldn't we ask that dwarven wizard first, beofre we just kill his familiar? Where is he anyway?"

 

[Yttermayn]

Throughout all the commotion, Thrindar remains asleep in his spot. Toby is snuggled up next to him. When Rosalia pokes him it doesn't seem to effect him.

OOC: Shhhh! I was waiting to see if anyone awake remembered!

When Rosalia prods the sleeping Thrindar, the blanket slides down a little and Toby's fuzzy little head pops out, giving Rosalia a bleary eyed blink, just before all hell breaks loose. The creature in Grok's hands suddenly issues a noise that starts off like an angry cat scream, and rises in pitch and volume to a something beyond what is possible with feline anatomy. Black writhing tentacles burst out of the cat-thing's body and lash out at Grok's hands and face!

Cat-thing attack:
1d20+1=12, 1d3=1, 1d4=3, 1d4=4
The thing's tentacles fail to break the orc's tough skin with thier lashing action, but a thin, slick wetness that leaves the skin numb sloughs off of the writhing limbs. (roll a Heal check, Grok)

Roll initiative!

 

[Helfdan]

Roderic Asturien

Initiative 5

"By my troth!"
Roderic rushes to Grok's side, sword at the ready.

 

[maddmic]

To say that Grok wasn't surprised wouldn't be true. However, he wasn't shocked that the cat wasn't what it seemed. This place oozed of evil and corruption. Deception often went hand in hand with the other two.

The thing had lashed out at him and caught him off-guard, causing the half-orc to become quite angry at the abomination.



OOC:
Heal and initiative rolls respectively
1d20+7=26, 1d20+1=8

Is this thing still the same size and general shape as a cat, but with black tentacles coming out of its body?