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Khessa recovers from her backpack the only oil flask she has and puts it on the ground, so that someone would be able to take it: "I also have an oil flask, should someone be willing to throw it at the murderous pudding!"
Finally, the blonde warrior-mage resumes distance, if needed, retreating until she is 40' from the monster: "It's working! If we continue keeping distance, it can not hit us. While we can hit it indefinitely. This savage amoeba is going down, sooner or later!"
"Tough bugger. Reminds me of a Goliath I had to...umm...escort from the bar. All tough on the outside, but soft in the middle once you got to know him." Gryrim reminisces of his days running taverns as he lines the Blob up for another round of amber.
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“I would be more than willing to throw the flask at it, Golden Locks.”He said in answer to Khessa’s mention of the oil. It was hard to be sure, but he had the impression that throwing torches didn’t actually help that much in killing the thing. He could try some slashing imbued with the blood of his mother’s folk, but he feared his blades could not resist the apparently caustic composition of the creature. There was still the boss of the goblins to fight, after all. Besides he was already hurt so risking more damage could further reduce his utility. “Just tell me where it is and I’ll get it.”
Last thing Sorjen wanted was for the fighting caster to waste time getting to the oil. He was not exactly a specialist in taking things from other’s pouches, but he had confidence in his dexterity. Not to mention that there would be no need of being discreet nor there would be any resistance. The question was if he could still keep his distance. He hoped so, the monster was considerably slow or at the very least seemed to be so.
Upon hearing her words the ranger took his move, reaching for the item and trying to hurl it at the persistent enemy.
Notes: Sorjen readies his action to move, get and throw the flask of oil Khessa mentioned. The trigger being Khessa saying where is said flask.
Khessa recovers from her backpack the only oil flask she has and puts it on the ground, so that someone would be able to take it: "I also have an oil flask, should someone be willing to throw it at the murderous pudding!"
Khessa has put the flask on the ground. You can see it and get it whenever you want. (If you really ask, she points you to it: "I left it on the ground, Shadow Stalker")
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If The Blob is still alive after Sorjen's attack, Khessa fires another Fire bolt at it resuming distance of 40' immediately after: Attack: 20 Damage: 10
Khessa's smile is bright as she realizes how efficiently and painlessly the dangerous opponent has been dispatched: "Well done all!" she pats everyone on the shoulders. "Another challenge has been brillantly overcome! I'm so proud of you all! We cooked that damn thing good".
A special thank is for the one that thought her to 'cook': "I'll never be able to thank you enough for teaching me magic, mistress Kramyra! Without it I would not have been able to do much, this time".
Finally, she agrees with Ev'alish: "Indeed! The poor villagers have already endured too much. They must be scared to death! Boss Pojo, lead the way. It's high time to set them free".
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Khessa looks for some way that might allow the villagers to come down to us (there are stairs or ropes?)
Investigation: 18
If there is a way, Khessa uses it.
If she does not find any, she jumps toward a ledge raising her hands (should be no problem reaching the required height for her, with her height and her strenght) then she lifts herself (is Athletics needed for this? If yes, this is the roll: 15).
Once she is up, she reachs one of the alcoves, whispers in the gentlest tone she can: "We are here to free you. Come down. We have secured Nightstone and cleared the path. We bring you back to your homes"
And (hoping they trust her) she drops a rope and helps each one to go down safely.
If all goes well, she does the same for each alcove, until all are down, and leads the way back to Nightstone.
Ev'alish smiles as Khessa takes point with the rescue effort. "Allow me to lend assistance. Watch the chasm below us - hold steady until we are able to get you down."
Kan raises his hand and tries to keep quiet. “Um. I might be able to get the bats out first, if that would be better. I was a pretty renowned performer back in the day, maybe I could… you know, like rustle them out by frightening them with the sound of it.”
Ev'alish grabs a large rock, hoisting it over his head before hurling the thing toward the ooze.
Attack: 20 Damage: 5 bludgeoning
"I hath no words to say to you, foul ooze! Thy comprehension is minimal, thy remaning life fleeting!"
He backs up once more.
Kan keeps backing up and firing his ray of frost to slow it down
Attack: 21 Damage: 8
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Khessa recovers from her backpack the only oil flask she has and puts it on the ground, so that someone would be able to take it: "I also have an oil flask, should someone be willing to throw it at the murderous pudding!"
Then she fires at The Blob again: Attack: 6 Damage: 5
Finally, the blonde warrior-mage resumes distance, if needed, retreating until she is 40' from the monster: "It's working! If we continue keeping distance, it can not hit us. While we can hit it indefinitely. This savage amoeba is going down, sooner or later!"
"Tough bugger. Reminds me of a Goliath I had to...umm...escort from the bar. All tough on the outside, but soft in the middle once you got to know him." Gryrim reminisces of his days running taverns as he lines the Blob up for another round of amber.
Attack: 16 Damage: 7 + 2 + 5
Kramyra adds to the onslaught of attacks at the blob, casting chill touch again, Attack: 19 Damage: 6
glad that all of her party is able to effect this enemy in their own unique way.
“I would be more than willing to throw the flask at it, Golden Locks.” He said in answer to Khessa’s mention of the oil. It was hard to be sure, but he had the impression that throwing torches didn’t actually help that much in killing the thing. He could try some slashing imbued with the blood of his mother’s folk, but he feared his blades could not resist the apparently caustic composition of the creature. There was still the boss of the goblins to fight, after all. Besides he was already hurt so risking more damage could further reduce his utility. “Just tell me where it is and I’ll get it.”
Last thing Sorjen wanted was for the fighting caster to waste time getting to the oil. He was not exactly a specialist in taking things from other’s pouches, but he had confidence in his dexterity. Not to mention that there would be no need of being discreet nor there would be any resistance. The question was if he could still keep his distance. He hoped so, the monster was considerably slow or at the very least seemed to be so.
Upon hearing her words the ranger took his move, reaching for the item and trying to hurl it at the persistent enemy.
Notes: Sorjen readies his action to move, get and throw the flask of oil Khessa mentioned. The trigger being Khessa saying where is said flask.
Readied "attack": 22
Khessa has put the flask on the ground. You can see it and get it whenever you want. (If you really ask, she points you to it: "I left it on the ground, Shadow Stalker")
If The Blob is still alive after Sorjen's attack, Khessa fires another Fire bolt at it resuming distance of 40' immediately after: Attack: 20 Damage: 10
Ev’alish wipes his brow. “Marvelous. We all appear unhurt, let us make haste to rescue the villagers!”
Kan takes back his crossbow fromEva, and hurries after.
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Khessa's smile is bright as she realizes how efficiently and painlessly the dangerous opponent has been dispatched: "Well done all!" she pats everyone on the shoulders. "Another challenge has been brillantly overcome! I'm so proud of you all! We cooked that damn thing good".
A special thank is for the one that thought her to 'cook': "I'll never be able to thank you enough for teaching me magic, mistress Kramyra! Without it I would not have been able to do much, this time".
Finally, she agrees with Ev'alish: "Indeed! The poor villagers have already endured too much. They must be scared to death! Boss Pojo, lead the way. It's high time to set them free".
Khessa looks for some way that might allow the villagers to come down to us (there are stairs or ropes?)
Investigation: 18
If there is a way, Khessa uses it.
If she does not find any, she jumps toward a ledge raising her hands (should be no problem reaching the required height for her, with her height and her strenght) then she lifts herself (is Athletics needed for this? If yes, this is the roll: 15).
Once she is up, she reachs one of the alcoves, whispers in the gentlest tone she can: "We are here to free you. Come down. We have secured Nightstone and cleared the path. We bring you back to your homes"
And (hoping they trust her) she drops a rope and helps each one to go down safely.
If all goes well, she does the same for each alcove, until all are down, and leads the way back to Nightstone.
Ev'alish smiles as Khessa takes point with the rescue effort. "Allow me to lend assistance. Watch the chasm below us - hold steady until we are able to get you down."
He helps with rope and carrying people down.
Kan raises his hand and tries to keep quiet. “Um. I might be able to get the bats out first, if that would be better. I was a pretty renowned performer back in the day, maybe I could… you know, like rustle them out by frightening them with the sound of it.”
“Or not, whatever, it’s probably stupid.”
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