And now for something completely different......(DM: Argent) [Random Character Generation]

Sir Aldon: 14

Order of Initiative:

Flint
Sir Aldon
Creature
Iroona
Vonman
Slate

so - Flint you're up! something just tried to attack Slate

(We’re still waiting on Flint, I assume?)

Yup 

OOG Awe you guys waited for me lol didn't have to :D

Flint throws down the last fuzzball of the day on the ground.

1

A WILD APE APPEARS!

"Hey, Andromeda, where have you been? It's been ages!" Flint says as Andromeda takes up a Defensive position next to Flint, protecting the small wizard from these creatures. 

((OOG What do they look like? ))

It looks like a liquid stone colored snakey thing

Sir Aldon, wake up - you're next!

Sir Aldon slashes a the liquid stone colored snakey thing!

Attack: 13 Damage: 8

Sir Aldon slashes and pokes holes in the liquid stone colored snake thingy!

The creature will swing at Sir Aldon 

[Pseudopod: 4 Damage: 7 bludgeoning plus 9 acid]

and miss!

Iroona - you're next

Iroona makes sure she is not standing next to anything dangerous, wet, or slimy, then calls down a shaft of dazzling light from the... sky? Ceiling! On to the creature.

Action: Cast Sacred Flame on the attacker! Dex Save vs DC 15 or take 1 radiant damage.

Edit: Take that, you miserable creature! Two points of damage will teach you! Sigh.

[DEX save: 7]

The water snake stone thingy does not like that one bit......and takes it all

Vonman's turn!

You look kind of familiar.. Palaemon rises from his pack, noticing the also liquid-y snake thing, and smiles. Von and Pal charge at the beast, and Von stabs at it while Palaemon assists with a (patent pending) Wet Slap of YouGonnaDieSon! .

Wet Slap of YouGonnaDieSon! Attack: 18 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Von’s Stabby Stab of Death Attack: 7 Damage: 7

With a lot of wet slapping sounds and squishy noises, when the dust clears Vonman and Pal are standing alone in puddle of goo having vanquished their foe.

This forge wasn’t big enough for the two of you. Von sighs as Pal retreats back into his pack. He wasn’t even flammable. Shame.

"All good, then?" Iroona asks. "A cousin?" she ventures. "Well, let's keep going."

"I say, I am feeling kind of tired. I could use a rest for a spell or two." Flint chuckles at his own wizardly joke. "Seriously, even Masters of Nashbae Tower need a good eight (8) hours." He slumps down against a wall and pulls his right foot up and pulls his boot off. He then massages his sore foot. 

If you'd like to take a rest here it's up to you - there's one door you forced open in to this area so you think you should be reasonably safe if you post watches.

Slate 

Slate nodded at Flints suggestion, she was a bit miffed she hadn't got to serve revenge on the creature that attacked her, but also good that her companions had her back. "I'll take first watch" 

Iroona wrinkles her nose at Flint's foot... odeur. "How many... um, watches do we need? There are five of us, six if we count Palaemon. Four watches? I could double up with someone..." she glances at Slate. "Maybe that wouldn't be a good idea," she fumbles on quickly with a little blush. "Um, does anyone need some extra rest?"

"I do need some rest, my bones are tired and my head is foggy. This place is dark, damp, and creepy. I need some rest to be able to get us through it. I can see the weaves, and I can barely pull anymore."

Iroona will take the first watch. She will spend it pacing in all her loveliness.