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Post by Master on Aug 27, 2015 19:58:45 GMT -8
The tendrils fly with blinding speed at both Rothgar and Surallel. The sheer force and speed are too much for Rothgar to deflect with his shield. One Tendril wraps tightly around his forearm, squeezing tight enough to bend and deform his steel gauntlets. It is painful, all the more painful when a second tendril appears around his waist, which squeezes with even greater force, the vine seems to get under his breastplate and he feels the rough appendage pinching his stomach. The strikes are hard, but Rothgar recovers quickly. His forearm, however, burns. The burning gets worse, fast. While the wound is not visible beneath the steel gauntlet Rothgar can feel his whole arm going numb as a blinding pain seems to expand up and down his arm. Surallel looks on, unconcerned for a moment, until he hears Rothgar grunt in pain as if the wind was knocked out of him. Before Surallel can think of something to say or do that would help, he sees two of the horrifyingly long vines flying at him. One lashes Surallel across the thigh, shredding his pant leg, leaving a bright red welt across his pale elven skin. The second tendril lands squarely across Surallel's face, or it would have if it were not deflected by a strange purple force. Shocked by the near miss, Surallel is relieved, but only for an instant. The welt on his leg begins to widen, and a strange froth begins to form across the wound. The skin begins to fall away, as a strange blackish-green paste. The welt continues to expand. Were Surallel more clear headed, it may remind him of a sinkhole, only instead of earth falling inward, it his the flesh of his leg. Rothgar Ability Damage
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The four tendrils strike quickly, then retract. They seem to dart, dance and sway to some unheard but macabre tune over the head of the fungus. Ravna's action1d4·1d4·1d4·1d4 |
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Post by Ravna Reiersgaard on Aug 27, 2015 21:39:20 GMT -8
Ravna gasps as, out of nowhere, two fleshy vines whip out and strike at Surallel; first low, splattering the elf's blood, and then high, across his face. She darts forward to aid. Rounding the corner, she spies the monstrous fungal thing -- mushroom? -- lurking in the corner like an overgrown arachnid. The smell hits her like a slap in the face; revulsion and not a little fear churns her stomach. Rothgar stands before it, a silent, shining aegis in the dim illumination of Ioun globes. Steeled, she glances around the room before muttering, Fire will do the trick, I think And then I can take a sample...She lifts a small phial with swirling purple contents to her lips and sips delicately, pinky finger raised as her mother had taught her. {Spoiler}
Ravna consumes a dose of Targeted Bomb Admixture.
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Post by Master on Aug 27, 2015 22:05:25 GMT -8
As Ravna darts through the door, focused on aiding her companions, she barely sees the tendril as it whips toward her. Attack of opportunityzE4RsmWO1d20+6 hitif hit{Spoiler} damage1d4+3Fort save1d20+7 successif failed{Spoiler}
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Dexterity damage
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The vine whips across Ravna's shoulder as she moves through the doorway. The lash stings terribly, and it starts to burn. A quick glance at her shoulder shows a read welt, and the skin looks terribly irritated. 1d20+6·1d4+3·1d20+7·1d4·1d4 |
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Post by Surallel Sol on Aug 28, 2015 8:54:34 GMT -8
Surallel cringes and recoils from the pain in his leg and leans up against the wall behind him to recover. He returns to his feet and then reads in a whisper the scroll in his hand he brought out from when he jumped into the dungeon.
Surallel then looks up from the scroll and locks his glowing sorcerer's gaze on the fungus. The scroll glows red quickly before the energy jumps into Surallel. Surallel then raises his other hand and opens his palm towards the fungus. His palm glows red and orange before Surallel shouts "Scorching RAY!"
Surallel casts scorching ray
Chance to Hit
-2 Dex Temp ability damage
69RVQ_ab1d20+1
Damage
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Post by Master on Aug 28, 2015 9:06:03 GMT -8
The ray of fire quickly engulfs the fungus. Its tendrils splay and jerk as the whole mass quivers. The fire soon recedes and the burned fungus continues its passive swaying, the tendrils darting in the air around the creature.
Darvan's action
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Post by Darvan Marnos on Aug 30, 2015 1:41:02 GMT -8
Seeing Ravna and Surallel being attacked by something within the room, Darvan rushes into the room next to Rothgar. He then takes a swing at the unidentified mass in the corner. His blade cuts deeply into the thing, hacking away pieces of it to the floor. Attack +7: +3 BAB, +3 Str, +1 MW
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If hit - Damage +3: +3 Str
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Post by Rothgar MacRothgar on Aug 30, 2015 10:44:11 GMT -8
Rothgar screams in pain as the creature tags him with it's tendrils. AHHHHHH!He then swings his axe and shield at the creature. {Axe}
Attack +7 normal, -1 str dam
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Damage +4 normal, -1 str dam
1d8+3 {Shield}
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Post by Tessa Rothaldi on Sept 1, 2015 5:38:28 GMT -8
Tessa moves closer to the fight, just inside the door, to be sure everyone will be able to hear her as she breaks into a short song. (Inspire courage: +1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.)
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Post by Master on Sept 1, 2015 9:41:52 GMT -8
The flitting and darting of the tendrils seems to slow somewhat as the party hammers the creature. A slight lethargy seems to set in, until with blinding speed the creature lashes out at everyone in the room. RothgarAttack Roll
oJXkmToT1d20+6 DarvanAttack Roll
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1d20+6 RavnaAttack Roll
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Post by Master on Sept 1, 2015 9:53:41 GMT -8
The tendrils fly across the room. Despite their slight appearance, they seem to contain an incredible strength and coordination. One darts directly toward Darvan's chest, but Darvan easily evades its reach. Hoping to intercept several of the flying tendrils, Rothgar attempts to use his shield block the deadly appendages, failing to notice one wrap itself around his leg. Two Tendrils fly toward the corner of the room, one lashing around Ravna's arm, the other looping back at the last moment whipping across Surallel's back. Rothgar Damage zvs8IFvA1d4+3Fort Save 1d20+5 Failed if failed
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Surallel Damage 1d4+3Fort Save 1d20+1 Failed if failed
Strength
1d4
Dexterity
1d4
Ravna Damage 1d4+3Fort Save 1d20+7 Failed If failed
Strength
1d4
Dexterity
1d4
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Post by Master on Sept 1, 2015 10:04:05 GMT -8
The Tendril around Rothgar's leg squeezes and twists on the steel plates, cracking seams and other weak points. The same horrific burning on his arm is felt on his leg now.
Surallel can feel the sting on his back as his cloak is shredded by the whipping tendril. The sting gets significantly worse within mere moments. The pain is so intense, Surallel finds it difficult to breathe, or even stand.
Ravna's arm is bound in tight coils of the tendril. As it squeezes and contricts here arm, it feels like sandpaper, rippings and tearing first her sleeve, then her forearm. The pain is excruciating as her arm seems to feel numb. The wound left by the tendril seems minor when it quickly uncoils and retreats back to the fungus, but the wound seems to fester before her eyes. The skin of her forearm seems to slough off into a putrid paste, revealing the muscle and bone beneath.
Ravna's turn
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Post by Ravna Reiersgaard on Sept 1, 2015 11:25:34 GMT -8
Ravna doubles over as if punched in the gut, clutching her arm against her body protectively. White-hot rivers of pain flood the limb. Her grits her teeth so hard tears flood her eyes. Around her, the cries and yells of the party only add to the horror.
With tremendous effort, she fumbles at a belt pouch. Fingers brush cool, damp clay. Alchemical condensation. The next step was effervescence. Not good. Time to end this.
Attack Roll: Dex bonus = 0, +1 for Tessa's song
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Damage if hit: Int bonus x2 for Targeted Bomb Admixture = 8, +1 for Tessa's song
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Post by Master on Sept 1, 2015 12:00:31 GMT -8
Buoyed by Tessa's song, Ravna's bomb flies through the air straight and true. The bomb strikes at the heart of the creature, spilling its contents over the bulbous head. The bomb liquid and fungus both burst into flames. The fluid, almost hypnotic movement of the tendrils turns to abrupt jerking and flailing. Finally the whole mass plops off its perch on the corpse's shoulders and onto the stone floor. There are a few shudders from the mass, but the tendrils lie still. Party recieves 160 XP each.
What would the party wish to do. There are no obvious threats in the room.
Craft (Alchemy) or Heal DC 14The poison employed by the violet fungus acts quickly, but does not persist. When exposed to the air, it quickly falls inert. The Fungus must produce the poison constantly, and circulate it just as constantly to ensure the deadliness of its tendrils. For victims, the inert poison is not harmful after the initial strike. Collecting and preserving the poison is possible, but difficult and often expensive. Most who experience the poison first hand do their best to avoid it for the rest of their lives. super duper secret GM rolls, don't worry about it
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Post by Rothgar MacRothgar on Sept 1, 2015 17:19:29 GMT -8
I don't feel so good. Rothgar slumps against the wall trying to maintain his balance.
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Post by Ravna Reiersgaard on Sept 2, 2015 8:38:13 GMT -8
Still clutching her arm, Ravna casts an experienced eye over the remains... {Alchemy}
Alchemy skill roll: Learn more about the poison
O0OtCjKO1d20+10 ...but her vision blurs. Thoughts are absent organization as she stammers, I... I don't... I've never seen anything like this before. Jewelweed and pine gum... or maybe an astringent aqueous solution... She trails off, glances down at glistening muscle, and fights the urge to faint. 1d20+10 |
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