[Ptolus/AD&D] IC Thread #2 - Underground (part 1)

[Cole]

Ulas looks at the various polearms.

"Quite a variety. They are arranged almost religiously, as if the attributes of some great man no longer with us."

Is there a mace among the weaponry, or any arrows?

[Drohem]

Keeping his attention to the northern hallway, Rissthil calls out to his companions, "someone keep an eye to the west and south in case the orcs try to flank us."

[winkingbishop]

Othos snorts and mutters something about befriending goblins incredulously.  He walks just a few paces to the east, keeping a close eye on Gareth and now Ulas to the east.

"Good chances the one that got away will be bringing more back this way..."

But he says so somewhat vacantly.  His mind wanders back to something he saw when he first came down in the basket...

There are at least five of them: three still behind the giant monster, two now stepping on the sickening goo by the urn. You see that the goo reacts to the creatures' steps. Tendrils of flesh, half-digested arms, skulls and guts of vomit caress their legs and provide them with support, even comfort as they walk towards you.

"What sort of unholy mess is this?  Great Builder, open my eyes."

[OOC - imma try to Turn that shit.  Because I don't like it one bit]

Turn Undead on the mad scary goo (1d20=1) whoops

[Benoist]

"Gareth!" Ylarum calls out.  "Close back up with us, fellow!"

Ylarum then steps back to the basket and gives the rope a couple of yanks, then quickly back to the position he's at on the map there.

The message seems to have been received, because the basket is soon lifted off the ground and disappears through the ceiling.

"If any of you think it wise, we could hold the creature. Tomorrow, I could make friends with it... so to speak."

Nimten walks a few steps towards he creature, kneeling before it, he says, "I'm sorry you were at the wrong place at the wrong time. I think I can convince these people that killing you won't get them anything, but if you could tell us your name and a little about who lives here, it would go a long way to making us friends."

If the creature doesn't seem to understand, I may not finish, instead switching to another language such as goblin or orc and trying again.

The creature seems deseased, as if brain-dead, but for the intense fear it expresses towards any open flame. It is covered with the same strange stuff as has been spilled on the floor of the round room. It has some scars, like bite marks. Bits of flesh seems to have been ripped off its body, sometimes the size of your fist. They are not bleeding, but instead covered with some clear pus.

As you switch through different languages, it tentatively tries to bite you, though you did stay at a safe distance away from it, and it does not have the courage to come closer to the light.

For all you know, it might have been an undead, if it weren't for the obvious signs of life, like breathing, or sweat, or nervousness you can see from the creature's appearance and basic demeanor.

Ulas looks at the various polearms.

"Quite a variety. They are arranged almost religiously, as if the attributes of some great man no longer with us."

Is there a mace among the weaponry, or any arrows?

There are maces, yes. They are a couple full quivers, as well as a couple longbows made of strong yew, which seem to fit nicely with the collection of polearms, now that you think of it.

[Benoist]

"What sort of unholy mess is this?  Great Builder, open my eyes."

[OOC - imma try to Turn that shit.  Because I don't like it one bit]

Turn Undead on the mad scary goo (1d20=1) whoops

Gareth, Ulas, Nimten as well as yourself have walked through the stuff to get to the eastern room (or the oaf in the first place, for Gareth) by the way. It's the whole pink stuff on the map.

You point your holy symbol at the awful ... mess, or thing, but it does not react. It does not seem undead.

[Benoist]

Who's got a light source by the way at this point, besides Rissthil, and the oaf still kind of smoldering in the corner?

Who's got the lantern Gareth was holding?

[Cranewings]

Nimten looks concerned; walking back to the party he turns to the friar and says, "It might be worthy to see if you can heal that poor creature. Perhaps we should try washing off that gel. I'll think on it for a few minutes and consult my materials, to see if I can identify it. It could be important to find out if being corrupted here is a death sentence."

Nimten pauses a moment, then adds, "if we can't relieve its suffering, we should put it out of its misery."

[Cole]

Ulas claims a heavy mace.

"I wouldn't risk my own skin trying to save that thing. What if it bites you?"

[winkingbishop]

"My fellow, I would put my weapon to that creature's skull even if it weren't cursed and mindless and rotten.  We'll learn nothing from it in that state and it is, in fact, trying to eat you.  If you'll step aside I'll do it one for ya."

[Cole]

"My fellow, I would put my weapon to that creature's skull even if it weren't cursed and mindless and rotten.  We'll learn nothing from it in that state and it is, in fact, trying to eat you.  If you'll step aside I'll do it one for ya."

"Perhaps best done from afar, Othos."

[winkingbishop]

"Perhaps best done from afar, Othos."

"Thanks for reminding me.  I lost a tossing hammer over there..."

[winkingbishop]

[OOC: I need to call it a night.  Ulas can do the honors of taking it out if he is so inclined.  But Othos would like to retrieve his hammer.]

[Benoist]

Othos retrieves his hammer without trouble.

[Cole]

"Could one of you bring some light over here toward the south? I'd like to look at this surface at the wall."

[Cranewings]

"I still think we missed an opportunity to study."