The Cube seems to rise up in the air for a moment. Then it slouches back down quickly. In so doing, a bulge springs from the equator of the cube. The mass pulses toward Darvan, who evades it with minimal effort.
Oozes are immune to flanking as well. Though it doesn't matter, Darvan hits twice.
Darvan swings his sword in a blinding flurry of slashes across the cube. At first the cube doesn't react, but as the Darvan brings his blade to rest, pieces of the cube begin to slide apart. As the cube falls to pieces, each piece begins to dissolve into acidic puddles on the floor. With a few sickening wet slaps, the room falls silent.
The two suits of armor, seen previous to the battle, fall to the floor. They were suspended within the cube, but as it dissolves, they fall free. Similarly the satchel which radiated magic falls to the ground. Also clearly visible, the elven sorcerer falls to the floor, no longer supported by the oddly rigid acid block. Surallel's body lies limp on the putrid floor of the room. A quick check reveals that he is still alive, but apparently, unable to move. He breaths in quick shallow breaths, so shallow they are barely perceptible.
While still motionless. Surallel is alive. Tessa's close examination reveals that whatever paralyzed the elf is slowly wearing off. A few pokes at his fingertips reveal that feeling is returning. She suspects he will fully recover in about a minute.
Apart from the rapidly liquefying cube, Rothgar can see no threats in the room. Very faintly however, he can hear something in the next room. It is almost like a humming, or perhaps faint off-key whistling.
Post by Tessa Rothaldi on Jan 16, 2016 11:55:40 GMT -8
Tessa goes back to the previous room just long enough to grab the items she had been starting to identify, then hurries back to the room her companions are waiting in. We need to figure out what these are, she says, laying them out and then grabbing the satchel that had been floating in the ooze and adding that to the pile. They could be useful.
She points at two of the potions and the cloak, I know these are Potions of Restoration, and this is a Cloak of Resistance, but I couldn't identify this potion. I though maybe Ravna or Surallel could.
Post by Ravna Reiersgaard on Jan 18, 2016 10:26:24 GMT -8
Ravna settles a pair of yellow-tinted glassicals on the bridge of her nose before carefully popping the cork out of the earthen jar. Pinkie finger raised--as her mother taught her--she carefully upends the vial of alcohol into the jar. A faint fizzing emanates from within. She cocks her head, relaxing slightly, then also dumps the second, smaller vial of acid into the jar. An acrid puff of air mushrooms out of the clay, and despite herself, Ravna leans closer and breathes in, a smile cocking the corner of her mouth.
Satisfied, she considers the potion Tessa handed her.
There are two potions, normally they would each require a roll to identify, but since they are the same. They are both Potions of Cure Light Wounds.
As Ravna begins her ministrations on the jar. Tessa's eyes grow wide. She takes a few steps back from Ravna and shoots a glance at Rothgar, motioning for him to do the same. At first puzzled, he notices the jar opening, and scuttles back with steel rattle. To moment the jar opens, a shower of spores flies out into Ravna's face.
Ravna, Fortitude Save
Before pouring the alcohol into the jar, Ravna takes a quick nip from the vial, swirling it in her mouth, then spitting it into the jar as well. As she pours, one hand closes her nose, and she keeps her mouth shut tight.
GM made some assumptions for Tessa and Rothgar (or anyone standing close to Ravna). If anyone feels they would react differently, let me know. 1d20+5