OOC: In Waikiki for a couple days. Be back on Sunday.

Dm Roll: 18

Dark, crackling necrotic energy begins to suck the vitality from the mimic.

We'll just say that Theo is off in another place called...Haikiki in the astral plane

Eliae, GO! (as a reminder, the mimic is restrained)

Another blast of energy leaps from Eliae's palm as she casts Eldritch Blast once more.

Attack: 13 Damage: 6

Summoning the power of her adoptive father, crackling energy surrounds Eliae's palm, then releases in a dead on hit against the monster

Venrys, GO!

Theodore pops back at the end of his turn so he can't do anything anyway =)

Venrys, seeing Elsenia summon a spectral hand made of necrotic energy, smiles and extends his hand. "Not bad, Elsenia. Care to see who's is stronger?" he says in a playful tone. Maintaining his Hex to help keep the mimic bound up, he casts Chill Touch as well.

Attack 23 Damage 12

Venrys conjures his own dark hand of death, but in his eagerness to prove himself, he aims slightly off, and the hand launches forward, curling around a book, withering its pages into dust. Whoops.

Mimics Turn!

It tries to escape [Strength: 13] and fails. No one has engaged it in melee, so it can't do anything

OOC: I'm impressed with y'alls teamwork using a save or suck, hex, and mind sliver. It is quite effective.

Weaver, GO!

Edit: original roll was a 9

Weaver takes a deep breath, and lines up another shot on the still restrained creature, happy to see Theo reappear outside of her firing line. 

Attacking with her light crossbow:

Attack: 24 Damage: 6

OOC: I'll go ahead and post, if that's OK.

Ooboron feels the magic laced into his mocking words fall flat, and he frowns. This whole using magic thing is so unfamiliar. But that's why he's here: to learn and grow. He decides to try a little diversion after seeing Theodore pop back into the room from wherever he might have gone. Ooboron calls forth another fancily dressed harengon almost identical to the real Theo beside and a little in front of the scary chest to make sure it sees it. His image can't move or make any noise, so it's important it doesn't get missed by the creature.

minor illusion

Weaver's bolt aims true, sinking into the not-quite wood of the scary chest

Yeah, it is totally fine if you want to go, I jusr announce peoples turn so that way people don't forget

The illusion of Theo appears, standing stock still. Anyone with a modicum of intellect would recognize it as an illusion. Luckily, this thing is dumber than a min-maxed Goliath Barbarian.

Aurora's Turn!

One again, she strikes a cord on her hurdy gurdy (I don't know if that is how you play a hurdy-gurdy), sending a magic blast at the mimic

Magic Flare: Unable to parse dice roll. to hit, 4

Elsenia, GO!

dm roll: 7

Elsenia smiles at Venrys' good-natured taunt, especially as his spectral hand devours an old book instead of clinging to the chest.

"It looks like I win that round," she says.

Turning her attention back to the chest, Elsenia gets a bit closer to it, within 10 feet, and poison gas sprays from her quarterstaff, covering the chest. She'll then retreat a few steps back if she can.

Con 14 save or take 12 poison damage

Con Save: 21

A poison cloud surrounds the mimic, then disperses, the mimic chokes out a final breath, and then falls to the ground, reverting to a normal chest.

Combat is now over! We are out of initiative

Elsenia, since you are so close, you notice something strange about the chest: it is covered in some sort of black goo.  But before you can investigate further, an imposing owlin flies up to the group. Professor Sharpbeak.

“Students, well done!” Professor Sharpbeak exclaims, ruffling her feathers with pride. “Such bravery in this incoming class! And what a bizarre occurrence. I can’t remember any of those old costume trunks ever bearing a hint of magic—let alone that manner of transmutation. I will be having a word with the equipment managers over at the Rose Stage. They’re supposed to keep this sort of thing from happening!”

Theodore *bamfs* back into existence "Ha! En garde!"

Taking a look around, oh fights over... "Ta dah!"

Weaver presses another button on her crossbow, and it folds back up into a small cube, which she tucks away in her satchel.  "Theo!" she exclaims, "I'm so glad you're back there was a monster that was SO GROSS with a big tongue and oh yeah I guess you saw that but Elsenia and Venrys had a mini magic duel and Ooby was like SO CLEVER and Aurora has a hurdy-gurdy that sounds like a bag of tressyms being twisted but it hurt the chest and my ears but it was SO COOL!  Where did you go?"

Ooboron steps down off the stage, putting away his lute. He's very curious about the chest. He walks up near it, but not too close, and peers at the mess.

Perception: 16

The chest is covered with a viscous black liquid, which bubbles, and slowly seems to be consuming the chest. Dark, foul-smelling puffs of vapor waft from the substance.

Do you touch it?

Theodore looks at Weaver and says, "I was trying to get closer to the box but something went wrong," He shivers and gives a false smile. He is entirely not sure where he went but it was a place with no air, deep cold, more emptiness than could be described. "I think I'll stick to just jumping from now on."

"Way to go best friends! A wonderful victory!"

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The chest is covered with a viscous black liquid, which bubbles, and slowly seems to be consuming the chest. Dark, foul-smelling puffs of vapor waft from the substance.

Do you touch it?

Oh hell no. Theodore almost blew himself up, he's not going to touch stuff that might burn his hand off.

Ooboron recoils from the trunk, his own trunk tucking into his chest protectively. "Is this normal?" he asks. He looks around and then fixes his eyes on the teacher's. "Professor, what is this stuff? It looks like it's eating the trunk."

Weaver doesn't touch it, but she will try to get a sample in a vial for further experimentation.