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

[Benoist]

This is an absolute butchery.

Tudd rips apart the fleshling he is currently fighting.
Belak cuts the orc in half, partially decapitating it, cutting through its rib cage, and a whole arm with it. The creature stands there for a moment before its lower half slowly collapses.
Othos's morning star hits the monk's solar plexus. Its whole chest collapses upon impact, its whole body sent a few feet away, its limbs connected together by a shattered, twisted corpse. It is dead. Again.

The last fleshling collapses instantly as it suddenly turned back into the mess of goo and bones it emerged from earlier.

There are no longer any enemies around you, but...
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Meanwhile, Gareth and Smeads are combining their efforts. The iron door opens violently as all the mess on its other side finally gives way.

You see a large room with very impressive carpets and furniture. It looks like some type of shrine, or prayer chamber, judging by all the unlit candles aligned along its north-western wall. Everything in the room is covered with a thick layer of slime which probably originated from its sole occupant: the most horrifying, sickening, giant, sluggish being you have ever seen in your life.

The thing lays on the floor of the room, its obese mass covered with some sort of chitinous, dark exoskeleton and too many pink, raw sores to count. Its flesh pulses with repulsing, unnatural life. A single, large eye is set in the middle of a mass of tentacles which are twisting and snapping all around it. Its massive pupil turns to look at the both of you. A mouth opens right under; it roars very loudly, and yet, musically so, to then suddenly start to vomit the same thick stuff you've seen all around the dais earlier...

What do you do?

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[Drohem]

Belak turns to the newly arrived people and says, "it looks like Klob and I got here just in time.  What are those things?  The Undead?"

Klob moves to Belak's side and silently reloads his crossbow.

[thedungeondelver]

On hearing the thing's bellows, Ylarum says "Come men, follow me!" to Tarm and Json and hastens north through the door at maximum speed.

Sword is out, shield is up.

[Sigmund]

Tudd turns at the sound of the "thing" and rushes through the door towards the noise if he can.

[Drohem]

Seeing this new people making a rush for the room where the elves entered, Belak yells at them and steps forward to block their entry, "Stop!  The elves said room is trapped!"  

[Lilaxe]

Smeads will step to the side of the door if he can, to avoid the spewing goo....

[skofflox]

Surveying the carnage quickly before bellowing..."Do any need aid?!"
my head jerks in the direction of the aberrant clamor,eyes narrowing slightly as a chill runs down my spine...


Nimten is awed by the melliflous, daemonic cry...ghasping "What beast dwells herein!?" as he takes a step back his mind instinctualy starts forming the arcane patterns that are his craft...

(Ben.,he is not casting a spell just getting his mojo up!)

[winkingbishop]

After enjoying a moment of satisfaction with his victory in combat, Othos comes to attention as Belak bellows his warning and Othos nods in agreement.  As he nods, a frown of concern sinks over him:

"Traps indeed! Rissthil fell victim to them.  I should see to his condition."

With that, he rushes back to the fallen elf.

[Sigmund]

Tudd stops short, almost bowling Belak over, then peers into the room suspiciously, "Where the trap? Don't see nuttin 'cept pretty candles. Hold on Bug."

[thedungeondelver]

At the timely warning, Ylarum will halt his headlong rush.

[Imperator]

Gareth steps to the other side of the door, to avoid the vomit. He looks for any candle, or other source of light in the room. Preferably flammable ones.

[Benoist]

Tudd and Ylarum mean to rush north, but Belak steps forward and warns them of what awaits beyond: "Stop! The elves said room is trapped!"

Both stop in their tracks. Tudd asks: "Where the trap? Don't see nuttin 'cept pretty candles. Hold on Bug."

Othos rushes back to Rissthil's side. It seems the elf is agitated in his coma. His limbs move as if by reflex. He is sweating, and shakes his head subconsciously...

Meanwhile, Gareth and Smeads both avoid a stream of vomit-like matter that wasn't intended for them. Indeed, the creature spits the liquid just a few feet away from its mouth, and it pools on the floor in a manner very similar to the puddles you found when you first entered the central, circular chamber of this complex.

Gareth looks at the candles, all disposed on some large piece of furniture made out of bronze. All the candles are unlit, and are within arm's reach. Under the candles, within hollow compartments in the huge piece of furniture, there are three baskets, and in these baskets, some sort of fist-sized balls of clay. The little balls are of different colors: some are red in hue, others are blue, and yet others are yellow, each color stored in a different basket.

New Round. Intents?

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[Drohem]

Calmly and quietly, Klob reloads his crossbow and stands ready near Belak.

Standing ready with his battle axe in hand, Belak yells to the elves in the room, "draw it out to us!"

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OOC: Both their intentions is to wait and see what develops.

[Lilaxe]

Smeads shouts back "This thing ain't gonna move anywhere anytime soon of its own accord! We gotta kill this thing where it is!"

Smeads will move forward and strike the blobby creature with his short sword..

(here goes nothing!)

[Cole]

"How much fire do we have?"