Vars is feeling utterly useless at this point, as he doesn't have a torch and he has a sneaky suspicion that his bow won't do much damage either. Regardless, he takes one of the poisoned arrows...hoping that this isn't a waste...and fires it at the goo.
Bjorn opens the scroll, looks at it, and realizes he has no idea where to even start. (This isn't on anybody's spell list. Whoops!) He tosses it aside and bends Aegweth in half like a pool noodle, at which point it contorts into a longbow once again. "Three arrows left..." He takes a few paces away from the slime, into space that's a little vague on the map at the moment. Something like AE11. Basically as far back as he can get. "Get out of the way, wouldja? I can hardly afford to miss."
The pudding lands a solid blow against Sparhawks leg, its goopy acid finding it's way in between the gaps in his armor.
Immediately Vars let's loose his arrow which sinks into the pudding, ending its meal and its life. It pops like a pus bubble and dissolves into the ground. Only its split brother remains in the doorway
Sparhawk, feels the creepy acid bite and he starts to lose consciousness. Feeling his duty to his friends, he wills himself to remain conscious and destroy the other pudding (relentless endurance….what an ability!)
Vars is feeling utterly useless at this point, as he doesn't have a torch and he has a sneaky suspicion that his bow won't do much damage either. Regardless, he takes one of the poisoned arrows...hoping that this isn't a waste...and fires it at the goo.
Attack: 11 Damage: 10 + 10 DC for save: 11
Vars's arrow embeds deep into the puddings center, causing it to pull in and visibly shrink.
Save vs poison18
(Just prior to Vars's attack)
The pudding grabs at Sparhawk with its tendril
Attack: 18 Damage: 6 + 11 acid
“Vars, I think your arrows hurt it”
Frangipani moved as to within 10ft of the left-most ooze and spat a spray of green mist over it.
Poison Spray: Con 12 Save or 9 poison damage.
( the one Vars hit or the one near the door?)
pudding save 12
( Vars...though it saved anyway.)
(But may actually be susceptible to poison)
(Oh, is it back to me already?)
Bjorn opens the scroll, looks at it, and realizes he has no idea where to even start. (This isn't on anybody's spell list. Whoops!) He tosses it aside and bends Aegweth in half like a pool noodle, at which point it contorts into a longbow once again. "Three arrows left..." He takes a few paces away from the slime, into space that's a little vague on the map at the moment. Something like AE11. Basically as far back as he can get. "Get out of the way, wouldja? I can hardly afford to miss."
Vars frowns at the pudding, "Yeah it did something...but was it the arrow or was it the poison?"
He pulls one of the non-poisoned arrows out of his quiver...one of the goblin arrows...and shoots it at the slime.
Attack: 8 Damage: 11
( we need to see what Bjorn rolls first)
“If we need em, I got a spare weapon” Sparhawk yells, trying to figure out how to best destroy this creature
Before Vars gets his shot off, the pudding tries to latch onto Sparhawk again, hoping for a meal.
Attack: 24 Damage: 7 + 18 poison
Thay should have been acid not poison
The pudding lands a solid blow against Sparhawks leg, its goopy acid finding it's way in between the gaps in his armor.
Immediately Vars let's loose his arrow which sinks into the pudding, ending its meal and its life. It pops like a pus bubble and dissolves into the ground. Only its split brother remains in the doorway
(Ouch)
Sparhawk, feels the creepy acid bite and he starts to lose consciousness. Feeling his duty to his friends, he wills himself to remain conscious and destroy the other pudding (relentless endurance….what an ability!)
Eberk begins muttering a prayer to himself as his holy symbol glows. He casts Guiding Bolt
Attack: 18 Damage: 20
He has the Spiritual Weapon strike at the slime.
Attack: 15 Damage: 11
"Well... Now I know I don't have to waste my poison on these...things." Vars nocks another arrow and readies his bow for his next attack.
(Whose up, pudding or Sparhawk)
Eberk’s guiding bolt just misses the goop, but the spiritual weapon manages to hit its squirming form