"Why, that's not a barrel at all!"The gnome exclaims as he spies the brief transformation. "No wonder it didn't want the pig! You are stuck to it, you say? Wait a moment I have just the thing! A liberal application of heat should soften the adhesive, like the time I got stuck to my spellbook, and a table!"
The gnome produces a small ball of flame in his hand and throws it underarm towards the barrel, and John.
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Ketch growls in frustration. His hammer is stuck to the seemingly living barrel. One, maybe two of his companions is stuck to it. "This is ridiculous!" he grumbles. "Enough!"
With a muttered prayer, Ketch shoves his palm out towards the offensive keg and a flash of light streaks forth towards the creature. Guiding Bolt attack of 19 for 10 radiant damage, plus the next attack upon it before the end of my next turn has advantage...
(Or rather, with these rolls, Ketch spends a turn muttering to himself...)
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"I hope I didn't singe your eyebrows, sorry if I did! I'll get it this time, don't worry!" Chom tries to throw another little ball of fire towards the barrel, this time sticking his tongue out to help concentrate.
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"Madness this is, surely..." Ketch mutters, shaking his head that such a... a... whatever this was could give them so much trouble. His hand instinctually dropped to one of his hand axes, little more than emergency weapons really, but with his hammer seemingly glued to the spot and his Guiding Bolt having gone awry...
Ketched squeezed his eyes shut for a second and cursed to himself. As much as he'd enjoy making kindling out of this false keg there were others to think about. "You'll not be falling here and now," Ketch says as he lays a hand upon Shump's shoulder. "Gruumsh wants you to destroy that thing!"
As the creature finally lets go of John, he looks at his companions with thanks. "Thank you friends!" He looks at Ketch specifically, doing his best to convey his gratitude for the feeling of vitalization bestowed upon him by his fellow half-orc.
Then he reaches to his own back, brandishing his hand axes, and charging forward to the now grey formless blob with a mouth, swinging down on it with his right hand in a reckless attack!
"Maybe we should let it go? Perhaps it has learned not to go impersonating barrels and scaring us poor gnomes? Shoo! Shoo!" Chom waves his hands at the creature in an ineffectual shooing manner, creating a noise in the process of waving his hands, akin to an out of rhythm one-man band, in order to try and drive the beast way. (Minor Illusion).
"Well if you really think it has learned it's lesson..." Ketch replies, skeptically. "But at the very least, you should let the kings see it before letting it go. So go ahead, gather it up and carry it to the kings..."
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WIS save: 3
A high shriek emits from the creature as John's hand axes come down. A tendril weakly stretches out.
The creature stiffens as Xel-Thoth's spell takes hold. It surges toward the door, then relaxes. There is no further movement, save the force of John's blow.
John follows immediately behind his axe. Grabbing up the dead creature in both hands, he slams it one, two, three times, against the nearest wall, before roaring directly at its now motion less mouth.
His shoulders heave a few times as his rage subsides. Slowly he turns around to face his companions, still holding the monsters dead carcass. With his rage gone, his expression is one of embarrassment. Smacking it around and screaming at it after its dead was pointless, but it had still felt good.
"So uh... I think it'd be best to go ahead and show the kings now." He says to them while rocking forward and back on his heels, holding the dead monster like a leaky rubbish bag.
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Ketch will stomp over and reclaim his Warhammer, a bit embarrassed that he was disarmed by such a creature and covering it with anger. With it comfortably back in his hand he looks over the party, "By Gruumsh, whatever liquor was in that keg sure had some bite..."
Ketch will once more lay a hand upon Shump's shoulder, believing him to be the most seriously wounded, and says "Gruumsh is proud of you today," and casts Cure Wounds for 4 healing.
OOC: We can rest... Though we expecting more combat on the way back to the kings? Hopefully not as I'm out of spells til a long rest.
John grimaces and inclines his head to Ketch in thanks for the healing. But, eyeing the bite marks up his arm, replies, "Proud of me feeding it my arm?"
He lets the carcass plop to the floor before going to collect his own weapons from where they lay. "I don't mean to be sour," he says shaking his head. "I'm glad we we're able defeat it. Just wish i hadn't gotten tangled with it."
With his weapons sheathed and on his person, he walks back over to the dead monster and slings it over one of his shoulders. "I'm hungry. Maybe the Kings will feed us?"
"It's sleeping! Good work Xel-Thoth! And even John testing your spell didn't wake the creature! It must be very tired after doing such a good impression of a barrel all this time!" Chom wanders over to the sleeping creature and bends over to look at it fondly as a parent might look upon a sleeping baby. "Let's go back and tell the kings all is well, I'm sure we can have some food, and maybe even a chair to sit on!"
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"Why, that's not a barrel at all!" The gnome exclaims as he spies the brief transformation. "No wonder it didn't want the pig! You are stuck to it, you say? Wait a moment I have just the thing! A liberal application of heat should soften the adhesive, like the time I got stuck to my spellbook, and a table!"
The gnome produces a small ball of flame in his hand and throws it underarm towards the barrel, and John.
Fire Bolt
Attack: 10
Damage: 1
The fire bolt shoots out. But again, the struggling causes the creature to move out of the way.
And to bite down on John again. Attack: 24 Damage: 7 piercing, 4 acid.
Ketch up.
Ketch growls in frustration. His hammer is stuck to the seemingly living barrel. One, maybe two of his companions is stuck to it. "This is ridiculous!" he grumbles. "Enough!"
With a muttered prayer, Ketch shoves his palm out towards the offensive keg and a flash of light streaks forth towards the creature. Guiding Bolt attack of 19 for 10 radiant damage, plus the next attack upon it before the end of my next turn has advantage...
(Or rather, with these rolls, Ketch spends a turn muttering to himself...)
John screams in pain as the barrel takes another bite into his arm! "Get off of me!"
He attempts again, to wrench his arm free of the creature! DC13 roll: 8
((-_- ))
(( so sorry))
Xel-Thoth
Xel-Thoth casts Toll the Dead at the creature, hoping that this can finally put down the beast.
Wis 13 Save or take Damage - 4
"I hope I didn't singe your eyebrows, sorry if I did! I'll get it this time, don't worry!" Chom tries to throw another little ball of fire towards the barrel, this time sticking his tongue out to help concentrate.
Fire Bolt
Attack: 25
Damage: 1
"Madness this is, surely..." Ketch mutters, shaking his head that such a... a... whatever this was could give them so much trouble. His hand instinctually dropped to one of his hand axes, little more than emergency weapons really, but with his hammer seemingly glued to the spot and his Guiding Bolt having gone awry...
Ketched squeezed his eyes shut for a second and cursed to himself. As much as he'd enjoy making kindling out of this false keg there were others to think about. "You'll not be falling here and now," Ketch says as he lays a hand upon Shump's shoulder. "Gruumsh wants you to destroy that thing!"
Cure Wounds 4
((Or maybe Gruumsh just wants you feeling a bit better when you do fall... Egads my rolls are catastrophes on this site!))
((sry. Rolls didn't want to come up))
WIS save: 16
With a shrill whistle the creature lets go of John, the sudden decrease of weight causing it to move enough so that the fire bolt only grazes it.
The barrel form is dropped, and a grey, formless blob is shown. The mouth remains facing the party as it oozes 15 feet toward the door.
Ketch heals John 4 points.
John up.
(9 HP now, thanks!)
As the creature finally lets go of John, he looks at his companions with thanks. "Thank you friends!" He looks at Ketch specifically, doing his best to convey his gratitude for the feeling of vitalization bestowed upon him by his fellow half-orc.
Then he reaches to his own back, brandishing his hand axes, and charging forward to the now grey formless blob with a mouth, swinging down on it with his right hand in a reckless attack!
"You aren't getting away from us!"
Attack: 18 Damage: 5
Xel-Thoth sees the thing clearly now. What once was the appearance and texture of wood now is just a formless mass.
Despite all the companions have done, it still moves. And with its mouth still active, it is still dangerous.
Xel-Thoth casts Toll the Dead on it.
"Begone foul thing and trouble these gnomes no more."
DC Wis 13 or take 12 damage [necrotic]].
"Maybe we should let it go? Perhaps it has learned not to go impersonating barrels and scaring us poor gnomes? Shoo! Shoo!" Chom waves his hands at the creature in an ineffectual shooing manner, creating a noise in the process of waving his hands, akin to an out of rhythm one-man band, in order to try and drive the beast way. (Minor Illusion).
"Well if you really think it has learned it's lesson..." Ketch replies, skeptically. "But at the very least, you should let the kings see it before letting it go. So go ahead, gather it up and carry it to the kings..."
Still in a rage, John shoves past his companions, an axe in each hand raised over his head.
"No getting away!"
In stride, he launches the axe in his right hand, sending it end over end, at the biting, sometimes barrel, blob!
Attack: 11 Damage: 5
WIS save: 3
A high shriek emits from the creature as John's hand axes come down. A tendril weakly stretches out.
The creature stiffens as Xel-Thoth's spell takes hold. It surges toward the door, then relaxes. There is no further movement, save the force of John's blow.
John follows immediately behind his axe. Grabbing up the dead creature in both hands, he slams it one, two, three times, against the nearest wall, before roaring directly at its now motion less mouth.
His shoulders heave a few times as his rage subsides. Slowly he turns around to face his companions, still holding the monsters dead carcass. With his rage gone, his expression is one of embarrassment. Smacking it around and screaming at it after its dead was pointless, but it had still felt good.
"So uh... I think it'd be best to go ahead and show the kings now." He says to them while rocking forward and back on his heels, holding the dead monster like a leaky rubbish bag.
Xel-Thoth agrees with John.
"This thing seems to be the culprit. No doubt about it. If it wouldn't be too much trouble John, could you bring the carcass to present to the kings."
OOC: Should we take a short rest for the injured people to recover?
Ketch will stomp over and reclaim his Warhammer, a bit embarrassed that he was disarmed by such a creature and covering it with anger. With it comfortably back in his hand he looks over the party, "By Gruumsh, whatever liquor was in that keg sure had some bite..."
Ketch will once more lay a hand upon Shump's shoulder, believing him to be the most seriously wounded, and says "Gruumsh is proud of you today," and casts Cure Wounds for 4 healing.
OOC: We can rest... Though we expecting more combat on the way back to the kings? Hopefully not as I'm out of spells til a long rest.
John grimaces and inclines his head to Ketch in thanks for the healing. But, eyeing the bite marks up his arm, replies, "Proud of me feeding it my arm?"
He lets the carcass plop to the floor before going to collect his own weapons from where they lay. "I don't mean to be sour," he says shaking his head. "I'm glad we we're able defeat it. Just wish i hadn't gotten tangled with it."
With his weapons sheathed and on his person, he walks back over to the dead monster and slings it over one of his shoulders. "I'm hungry. Maybe the Kings will feed us?"
"It's sleeping! Good work Xel-Thoth! And even John testing your spell didn't wake the creature! It must be very tired after doing such a good impression of a barrel all this time!" Chom wanders over to the sleeping creature and bends over to look at it fondly as a parent might look upon a sleeping baby. "Let's go back and tell the kings all is well, I'm sure we can have some food, and maybe even a chair to sit on!"