The arrow strikes Ernie in the neck, stopping halfway through with a CHULK! Vines sprout from the arrow and consume Ernie’s form, but he continues to chant, a smile on his face.
A tear in reality opens and undulates like a living thing. Screams, sobbing, and sounds so unnatural, that the discordant cacaphony starts to fray the sanity of those around it. These sounds were not meant for mortal ears. Tentacles burst from the tear, black inky things, and grab Ernie, then Bert’s corpse, and tear both to pieces before your very eyes.
Ernie smiles as, before he is dismembered, he hangs from his hand what looks like the vague shape of a tiny person who silently screams and reaches out for Sacha. “I’ll be seeing you…” he sucks a piece of the ghostly person into his mouth. “Hmmm… yummy. Sacha.”
“I’ll have to make a new ear necklace again, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh.” The very dead Bert says as he is dismembered and pulled into the wailing tear. Ernie’s body parts follow and he smiles at Sacha hungrily. The tear seals, though not fully. It looks like a glowing black wound in the earth. When it closes, despite what other feelings you may have, you feel intense relief as the thoroughly disturbing, soul-shaking sounds come to an end.
DM: Combat has ended.
***
Rubber Ducky melts into a bubbling black go and it oozes through Morgan's coat, staining it with vile, otherworldly liquid. Lester stops dead and begins to scream. His face is etched in horror. "I can see... I can see! I can't stop it. W-what they... what're they? NOOOOOOOOO!!! ARRRRRGGGHHH!!!"
He collapses in the tunnel and babbles about the terrifying, unnatural things he is witnessing wherever Bert and Ernie have escaped to. Nothing makes sense and defies the very laws of nature. He howls and will go no further as his mind breaks under the unfathomable, indescribable things he is forced to witness.
Whoops. Leviathan, that was still the same turn that you had already taken an action for. I was just making space for Frekor to go before Ernie went. We will say the words still happened though.
“I didn’t,” Sacha pants, “I didn’t like that. Whatever that was.”
Sacha is exhausted and desperately needs rest. Another fight would probably be the end of her. Health wise a short rest would probably be enough, but with all uses of Rage and her tattoo spent, she’ll be far less effective than normal.
”I don’t reckon either of you have any idea what in the Nine Hells just happened?”
Remembering the explosion, Sacha runs over to the wounded and does whatever she can to help. Pulling up wreckage, moving them to more comfortable positions, anything.
“If you can heal, please, help.” She pleads.
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The arrow strikes Ernie in the neck, stopping halfway through with a CHULK! Vines sprout from the arrow and consume Ernie’s form, but he continues to chant, a smile on his face.
A tear in reality opens and undulates like a living thing. Screams, sobbing, and sounds so unnatural, that the discordant cacaphony starts to fray the sanity of those around it. These sounds were not meant for mortal ears. Tentacles burst from the tear, black inky things, and grab Ernie, then Bert’s corpse, and tear both to pieces before your very eyes.
Ernie smiles as, before he is dismembered, he hangs from his hand what looks like the vague shape of a tiny person who silently screams and reaches out for Sacha. “I’ll be seeing you…” he sucks a piece of the ghostly person into his mouth. “Hmmm… yummy. Sacha.”
“I’ll have to make a new ear necklace again, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh.” The very dead Bert says as he is dismembered and pulled into the wailing tear. Ernie’s body parts follow and he smiles at Sacha hungrily. The tear seals, though not fully. It looks like a glowing black wound in the earth. When it closes, despite what other feelings you may have, you feel intense relief as the thoroughly disturbing, soul-shaking sounds come to an end.
DM: Combat has ended.
-What the...?- says the ranger unable to understand how the enemy vanished and the words that he said before disappearing. He snaps out of his confusion and runs to help with the wreckage.
-Yeah, I can heal and stabilize the ones I can't.- responds before looking at the survivors to prioritize the ones that are in greater peril of dieing.
Ylis looks around at the wind blown landscape. Her mind is unnerved by the Bert and Ernie creatures, just purely repulsive...and they go t away...
With a shake of her head, she pats Sacha on the knee and trots off to check on Ayo's crew. There isn't really anything she can do but she runs to them anyway. Getting closer and seeing the wreckage of goods and bodies make tears run freely down the fur on her face.
OOC: What is the condition of Ayo's group?
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-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
Morgan frantically shakes the garment, trying to fling off whatever filth just got on it. He checks the bundled duck and what's left of the poor man's eyes, wincing.
When Lester starts screaming and collapses, Morgan freezes, mind blank. He watches Brother Bombur step in, then gives a shaky nod. "Of... of course. Let's get him out."
As they haul Lester toward the exit, Morgan glances back at the "chamber" now going up in flames. Honestly, not the worst outcome for a place like this. And, well… an extra 400 gold pieces in his pockets doesn't hurt either.
(OOC: I'll put the loot into the party inventory, if that's ok. I only need 10 GP to change the form of the familiar.)
The arrow strikes Ernie in the neck, stopping halfway through with a CHULK! Vines sprout from the arrow and consume Ernie’s form, but he continues to chant, a smile on his face.
A tear in reality opens and undulates like a living thing. Screams, sobbing, and sounds so unnatural, that the discordant cacaphony starts to fray the sanity of those around it. These sounds were not meant for mortal ears. Tentacles burst from the tear, black inky things, and grab Ernie, then Bert’s corpse, and tear both to pieces before your very eyes.
Ernie smiles as, before he is dismembered, he hangs from his hand what looks like the vague shape of a tiny person who silently screams and reaches out for Sacha. “I’ll be seeing you…” he sucks a piece of the ghostly person into his mouth. “Hmmm… yummy. Sacha.”
“I’ll have to make a new ear necklace again, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh.” The very dead Bert says as he is dismembered and pulled into the wailing tear. Ernie’s body parts follow and he smiles at Sacha hungrily. The tear seals, though not fully. It looks like a glowing black wound in the earth. When it closes, despite what other feelings you may have, you feel intense relief as the thoroughly disturbing, soul-shaking sounds come to an end.
DM: Combat has ended.
***
Rubber Ducky melts into a bubbling black go and it oozes through Morgan's coat, staining it with vile, otherworldly liquid. Lester stops dead and begins to scream. His face is etched in horror. "I can see... I can see! I can't stop it. W-what they... what're they? NOOOOOOOOO!!! ARRRRRGGGHHH!!!"
He collapses in the tunnel and babbles about the terrifying, unnatural things he is witnessing wherever Bert and Ernie have escaped to. Nothing makes sense and defies the very laws of nature. He howls and will go no further as his mind breaks under the unfathomable, indescribable things he is forced to witness.
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Whoops. Leviathan, that was still the same turn that you had already taken an action for. I was just making space for Frekor to go before Ernie went. We will say the words still happened though.
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“I didn’t,” Sacha pants, “I didn’t like that. Whatever that was.”
Sacha is exhausted and desperately needs rest. Another fight would probably be the end of her. Health wise a short rest would probably be enough, but with all uses of Rage and her tattoo spent, she’ll be far less effective than normal.
”I don’t reckon either of you have any idea what in the Nine Hells just happened?”
Remembering the explosion, Sacha runs over to the wounded and does whatever she can to help. Pulling up wreckage, moving them to more comfortable positions, anything.
“If you can heal, please, help.” She pleads.
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Brother Bombur reaches out and touches Lester. “Be at peace, my son.”
[if it seems like lesser restoration might help Lester’s situation I will cast that. If not I’ll cast cure wounds].
He tries to get the man to his feet so they can depart the cave with him.
“Morgan, help me with Lester. Forget the loot. We’re talking about a man’s life, here.”
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-What the...?- says the ranger unable to understand how the enemy vanished and the words that he said before disappearing. He snaps out of his confusion and runs to help with the wreckage.
-Yeah, I can heal and stabilize the ones I can't.- responds before looking at the survivors to prioritize the ones that are in greater peril of dieing.
Goliath monk Khaddim, High elf ranger Frekor, Dragonborn sorcerer Godfrey, Goliath blood hunter Albus, High elf druid Charis, Human rogue Garrett
Ylis looks around at the wind blown landscape. Her mind is unnerved by the Bert and Ernie creatures, just purely repulsive...and they go t away...
With a shake of her head, she pats Sacha on the knee and trots off to check on Ayo's crew. There isn't really anything she can do but she runs to them anyway. Getting closer and seeing the wreckage of goods and bodies make tears run freely down the fur on her face.
OOC: What is the condition of Ayo's group?
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Randa sighs deeply, " Ok, I guess we're taking him with us then....."
" Next time I'm staying on the road...."
Before leaving the cave she poured oil over the ' laboratory' and set it alight.
She cast an eye over the recently maddened Lester.
" Might be kinder to let him rest permanently.....I have no idea what just happened to him...", she whispered to the others as they headed back.
"What the... ah... shit... No! My coat!"
Morgan frantically shakes the garment, trying to fling off whatever filth just got on it. He checks the bundled duck and what's left of the poor man's eyes, wincing.
When Lester starts screaming and collapses, Morgan freezes, mind blank. He watches Brother Bombur step in, then gives a shaky nod.
"Of... of course. Let's get him out."
As they haul Lester toward the exit, Morgan glances back at the "chamber" now going up in flames. Honestly, not the worst outcome for a place like this. And, well… an extra 400 gold pieces in his pockets doesn't hurt either.
(OOC: I'll put the loot into the party inventory, if that's ok. I only need 10 GP to change the form of the familiar.)