[sblock=Jakobee]Jakobee witnesses the black ooze begin writhing, black tentacles dancing under the punishing hellfire. Something like an inhuman scream seems to issue from the black mass.[/sblock]
OOC:
I want to get most of the rest of your rolls before continuing.
"Not the beetles, the tentacle things coming out of the corruption!" Sweat pours off of Jakobee's face as he pumps more eldritch hellfire into the pools of writhing black ooze. "Beat on them with the staff! Do something!"
Taken by surprise, the mercenary does what he knows best, hit, then ask. He swirls the chain over his head, ready to strike whatever rises from the black puddles.