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Post by Jarovbees on May 23, 2019 2:39:32 GMT
The mimic, by this point oozing from its various wounds, released Miri to focus on those actively doing it harm. Valerie's vicious verbal assault seemed to have no effect on the creature, other than perhaps inciting it to further violence. It first focuses on Warden, lunging at the tiefling and snapping at her with those vicious teeth before striking her with a pseudopod as well.
Bite: B5Gwqca01d20+5 Damage: 1d8+3
Pseudopod: 1d20+5 Damage: 1d8+3
Then it turned to Kieran and lashed out with another pseudopod, as viciously as possible. It may be visibly wounded, but it's going to make them fight for every last moment it has left.
Pseudopod: 1d20+5 Damage: 1d8+31d20+5·1d8+3·1d20+5·1d8+3·1d20+5·1d8+3
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Post by sojourn on May 23, 2019 11:57:58 GMT
((Pre-rolling Kieran’s three STR checks as Reactions. If someone wants to give a tug, that’d be lovely. At least there’s Bless at work. Let me see what I have to work with in my turn. ))
Short Sword Unstuck (DC13): SZwKUjmb1d20 + 1d4
Foot Unstuck (DC13): 1d20 + 1d4
Hand Unstuck (DC13): 1d20 + 1d4
((EDIT: Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Sorry I did things wrong. Thanks for pointing me in the right direction in chat. The last two rolls do not count, but thank goodness that first one passed.))1d20·1d4·1d20·1d4·1d20·1d4
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Post by sojourn on May 23, 2019 13:50:45 GMT
K ieran had not at all considered that the amorphous, shape-shifting mimic could have been sticky. In hindsight, days from now, he would most likely realize it was a clever adaptation for such a strange predator. In this moment, here and now, however, this new discovery really just fucking pissed him off! Being immobilized by sticky ooze was not only an unpleasant sensation but so very limiting for the half-drow who'd learned to use his entire self as a weapon through disciplined training and dedication. Struggling, cursing through grit teeth all kinds of ugly words, he managed to get his sword arm and weapon unstuck from the disgusting goo, listening to the others shout about distance weapons and hearing Valerie's voice ring out above the rush of his own pulse. Her sound was still a glorious encouragement: reaching out to Miri and nearly in the same breath cursing their disgusting opponent. What Kieran lacked in his own unassuming presence (in his opinion), clearly people like the Sister and the others made up for in interesting personalities. Cautioning a glance down in Miri's direction, her pale form no longer attempting to break free of the beast's jaws, now obviously clinging to life with a surer grip, he risked distraction, wondering if he could instead work to get her free while the others attacked from a distance, but his choice was quickly made for him— The mimic jerked roughly, spitting out the young woman and turning it's snapping jaws on Warden, Kieran dragged along for the lunge and attempting to hold it back with his one free foot, watching as it missed (just barely) and then feeling the woosh of wet, sticky air as it attempted to whip angrily at his own stuck body against it, barely missing with its strange not-limbs. Thankful that it'd at least dropped Miri's limp, bloodied form, the half-drow attempted to use his sticky position to his advantage, reversing grip on his blade and shoving it downward as hard as he could into the creature, following up with a hard, opem palm to the pommel of the weapon in order to keep himself from getting another hand stuck, hoping to drive the sword even further into the definitely wounded-looking beast.
Short Sword + Blessing: H6L_pAzL1d20+5 + 1d4Damage, if hit: 1d6+3Unarmed Attack + Blessing: 1d20+5 + 1d4Damage, if hit: 1d4+3
(( Reaction: Got short sword unstuck, but Kieran's foot and other arm are still stuck. Movement: N/A Action: Stabbing with Short Sword Bonus Action: Additional unarmed attack, as per Martial Arts, with hand that had been holding short sword. AC: 15 Temp HP: 7 / 7 HP: 25 / 25 Ki: 2 / 3 Speed: 40ft.)) 1d20+5·1d4·1d6+3·1d20+5·1d4·1d4+3
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Post by Jarovbees on May 23, 2019 14:11:10 GMT
Warden Strength save: mc|JWtBh1d20+31d20+3
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Post by Jarovbees on May 23, 2019 14:27:18 GMT
"Hang on, Kieran! We're almost there!"
Warden, grateful for her new and improved armor, sneered as the mimic tried and failed to harm her. The bite never pierced her armor, though it came close, and the pseudopod was even less accurate. She took the opportunity to yank her weapon free, noting that Kieran's shortsword had pierced its hide. It was easier to see that the creature was hanging by a thread now, and that fueled her next swing. The wrath of a paladin who had taken an oath of vengeance wasn't anything to dismiss, and she planned to make the creature feel that with every fiber of its being, before it perished.
"Fucking DIE already!"
Attack, adv: I8SeoBoS1d20+3 1d20+3 Damage: 1d10+31d20+3·1d20+3·1d10+3
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Post by Jarovbees on May 23, 2019 14:31:53 GMT
And with Warden's last strike, the mimic reverts to its true amorphous form, releasing Warden's glaive and Kieran in the process. Shaking off the ooze from her weapon, the tiefling shook her head in disgust. She expect the alley to be full of nasty tricks, so this didn't especially surprise her...but she hated it nonetheless.
Her gaze strayed to the other chest, but first things first. "Miri! How are you holding up?" Playing dead was smart, and if she hadn't seen Val send some healing in the rogue's direction, she might have fallen for it. As it is, she's just relieved that the mimic was fooled and let Miri go, focusing its wrath on less injured people.
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Post by moralhazard on May 23, 2019 14:40:26 GMT
It was hard for Miri to tell what was happening; she thought she felt a few shudders fun through the creature, and then there was just - pain, all over her body, stinging and biting and not in the least fun.
Then, mercifully, blackness.
Miri woke up to find herself still in the creature’s grasp - damn! - and to hear Val’s voice echoing through the air, her name roaring across the chamber, and then something about how the thing had only managed to make her angry?
No! No, it had definitely done a hell of a lot more than that. All the same, Val’s words made her grin. It was an enormous effort to try to stay limp, but Miri did her best, slack and still in the creature’s grasp.
And - it dropped her. Miri hit the floor and still didn’t move, didn’t even break the short fall, just lay still in a position that she was sure was going to hurt her neck something terrible. And the creature turned - was Kieran stuck to it? It was hard not to laugh - and struck at Kieran and Warden maybe, or someone else in armor.
Warden was shouting at the creature and, carefully, Miri cracked an eye open, peering out at the fight in time to watch the mimic fall.
“Much better now!” Miri rose with loose-limbed grace, grimacing down at her sticky armor. She was still, she had to admit, bleeding, and was that -
“I just bought this!” Miri prodded at the perfect looking teeth imprint in the leg of her studded leather armor. She pulled at the sticky leather, then let it lay back against her skin and shook her head. “Ah gods, I’m a mess.” Miri grinned, stretching her arms up over her head, then resting her hands against her back, cracking it. Next she attempted to touch her hair - a moment of effort convinced her it was probably better left as it was, and Miri lowered her hands, chuckling softly.
“Thanks for the heal, ah... whoever,” Miri said, cheerfully. “Would anyone mind a bit more...?” Miri twiddled her fingers, then winced. Ah gods, her shoulder really hurt too! What the hell had that thing been doing to her?
Miri glanced around one last time, then took an exaggerated step away from the far wall. “Someone else can open that, yeah?” Miri gestured at the chest against the wall.
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Post by sojourn on May 23, 2019 19:58:02 GMT
((Just getting on my feet here now that combat is over. Not trying to usurp anyone's turn or anything. Sorry.)) "I t's not like I'm goin' anywhere—for fuck's sake someone's gotta kill this—just give it a good—stab—yeah!" Kieran ran his mouth because it wasn't stuck to the mimic while the creature lumbered and fought, feeling as though this attack had far more of an impact than his last. Tilting his head to attempt to catch a glimpse of the others in the room—Crispin and Stephen now armed with bows and Valerie looking gloriously fierce and Warden looking viciously focused. He felt the impact of her glaive, the monster he was so unwillingly adhered didn't simply shudder in pain so much as simply collapse, broken and finally dead. The sound of something squishing its way into oblivion was probably one he'd not forget, pressed as he was so close to it's strange, amorphous structure of a body. The half-drow, one leg free, managed to keep himself from melting to the floor and more or less landed on his feet, no longer stuck in the wake of the mimic's death. He might as well have been melting, to be honest. He was gross. That was gross. Much like the tiefling he'd known since childhood, Kieran shook off his weapon before sheathing it, shaking his arms and hands and pretending for a moment that he had any real hope of entirely wiping goo from his person right now at all. It was a brief, needful reaction, turning as if he'd wanted to offer Miri a hand only to find her standing already instead, bloodied and no less sticky but breathing and talking none the less. "Everyone else alright? This is me makin' a note t' m'self—those things 're sticky an' I won't be gettin' close t' another one 'f I can help it. Like, ever."Warden looked relatively unharmed, her not unfamiliar temper cooling. He'd not been scathed so much as slimed. From the looks of things, Crispin and Stephen hadn't been injured while he'd been stuck against the thing like a fly in jam. Just Miri. Damn it. He looked to Sister Valerie, quite convinced that Tyr deserved renewed consideration if there were more representatives like her wandering Faerun, but something inside told him that there was not, that she was, in her own way, like the rest of them, really, quite unique. There was a gut reaction to apologize to Miri, however, as if somehow something had at all been his fault, some internal interest to take the blame for happenstance and surprise that burned against the back of his throat and reminded him of his lack of entirely casual interest in the woman's well-being. It wasn't necessarily unwelcome, as far as he could tell, but in this moment, it was dangerous. His deeply-rooted protectiveness was not something he could shake off like so much goo, though it was clear that Ruby Warden, like himself, had grown into her own quite well. Not to mention, he was already well aware of what Miri was capable of when not caught off guard by a monster that relied on camouflage and disguise to catch its prey. Where she shied away from her hair, the half-drow was more than willing to move it from her face, glancing over bloodied armor that was still oozing from flesh torn beneath by their attacker's teeth, "Eh, stories—" He chided about her armor, winking before stepping to one side, fingers brushing hers because he was certainly not the one best equipped to give her the healing care she still obviously needed. Glaring across the room, Kieran frowned at the chest, "This was a grand introduction. I hope there's somethin' good in there an' it doesn't have any teeth, 'cause we've only opened th' first door an' there's more down th' hall. Shit. I can help—if someone needs it, mind." However, even with those words, he didn't make an immediate move toward the box that had tricked them so easily, that had cleverly looked so accessible while a mimic had waited so patiently on the ceiling just yet, either, shifting on sticky feet as if considering the possibilities instead, willing to see if anyone else was going to volunteer to poke at the box that had remained stationary for their entire combat.
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Post by vorpal on May 23, 2019 21:34:38 GMT
"Just... lovely," Crispin responded to Kieran's question, after making a face of general disgust toward that mimic, or whatever was left of it, at any rate. He carefully stowed his bow, then picked up his sword and rapier, taking great care to wipe those off and look them over closely, before also putting them away. He looked around the room, wondering offhand if the ballad of the hideous wall-thing would indeed make for a good song or not. Maybe more of a drinking song. Certainly, there was still something to be said for surprises from ceilings. He would remember that one, for his own purposes. Killing was indeed an art form, after all, and he was always up for new and exciting ways to get the drop on someone. Quite literally in this sort of situation. There was a bit of an added bonus for it being a flashy killing move, at that, if it managed to be successful. Good to know...
"It's good to see you standing," he added to Miri, with a more subdued, serious glance in her direction. "You deserve a drink or several, when this is all over." At least it did seem that they were all alive. Not necessarily all unharmed, no, but they had more or less made it out of this room's trap, apparently. "So... if that's just a warm-up for us, I almost dread to consider what awaits us next. Almost." He then semi-grinned, for but a moment, some of his usual high spirits starting to return as the post-battle relief gradually set in.
He strode toward the chest, tapping it cautiously with a foot just to ascertain whether or not the thing was sticky. Look, he wasn't about to do anything unnecessarily reckless, but he was eager to see whether or not there would be anything to be gained for their troubles. It would be just their luck if someone had gotten there already and cleared the loot. Or if this thing turned into a second mimic, so a brief inspection was in order...
Investigation: j3ejWJau1d20+11d20+1
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Post by 3personal5me on May 23, 2019 22:53:06 GMT
Stephen stowed his bow as the creature finally fell. If he had a towel, he would have offered it to Miri. Maybe someone had some magic to assist.
He turned his gaze to the chest against the wall. He had been convinced it was the trap itself, and it crossed his mind that it may still be. He made his way over, standing beside Crispin and looking down at the chest. He flinched when he so foolishly kicked the chest.
Investigation: AiuJg_dO1d20+6 1d20+6
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Post by Jarovbees on May 24, 2019 0:52:49 GMT
Fortunately, Crispin's foot doesn't stick to the chest as it turns out to be...just a chest. His foot tap is met with a soft thud, and if they listen closely, the clink of what could be coins. There's no lock or other sign that the chest is directly trapped in any way. Perhaps the person who created this dangerous dungeon thought that the mimic was trap enough. Whoever opens chest will see that it contains 50 gold, 7 silver, a small bronze bell and a silver key wrapped in a velvet cloth.
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Post by Sister Valerie on May 24, 2019 7:35:06 GMT
Sister Valerie smiled brightly as the mimic was dealt with. Truly, she had found some worthy companions with which to venture into this strange and dangerous place. Walking forward, she clapped Miri on the shoulder warmly.
“Think nothing of it, my friend.” She said, “I did nothing but show you the fire that was already burning in your heart. Tyr would never let one as strong and capable as you fall in so ignominious a fashion!”
She truly believed it, too. Whilst she was more than happy to act as Tyr’s agent of JUSTICE in the Realms, there was no doubt in her mind that if she hadn’t been here, He would have sent another in her stead, or would have acted through some other means to ensure that Miri lived another day. How could he not? A world in which she died to a mere sticky box was a world with no Justice in it at all.
“If you would like, I can heal you – or perhaps our friend Warden would prefer to do so?”
She turned to the Tiefling, making the offer open.
“I understand that the Gods often grant their most favoured warriors the ability to mend wounds with a mere touch. I’m more than happy to invoke the power of Tyr to rejuvenate Miri here, but perhaps it would be best if I kept that favour for the next beast that dares to try and trouble our intrepid troupe?”
And a wink! This had all been very fun – but she wasn’t particularly interested in actually pillaging the chests and so forth. She trusted her friends to take care of that. Better to think ahead to the next act of derring-do which would surely be required of them!
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Post by Jarovbees on May 24, 2019 23:17:07 GMT
"Huh? Oh, sure, no problem." Warden, taking out a rag to wipe down her glaive, lifted her head and glanced over as she was volunteered. That surprised her a bit, though that Val knew about paladin abilities was not. The stereotypical paladins were more often than not serving at least one of the Triad. Satisfied with the state of her glaive now that it was devoid of goo, she walked over to Miri and set a hand upon her shoulder. With Selune's aid, she would see her companion's pain eased. After channeling her divine energy into Miri, she reached into her backpack and took out a clean rag, offering it.
"Here, so you can get that crap off before it dries. Fucking mimics, next time I'll just stand back and chuck javelins at it." Warden knew that was probably the sensible thing to do, but it made her pout nonetheless. She didn't spent all her time lately learning to master polearms only to use something else.
She glanced back over to the others. "Is that it? Should we move onward?"
(Lay on Hands for 10 points!)
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Post by moralhazard on May 25, 2019 13:39:04 GMT
Kieran was there, his fingers combing her hair back then brushing hers. Miri grinned at him. The touch was considerably stickier than she might have liked, but reassuring in a way she hadn’t expected.
“Gladly,” Miri said to Crispin, accepting the implied offer - and, well, if he hadn’t really intended to imply it, it was too late now. “I expect we all will, by the end of this.” She flinched as he nudged the chest with his foot, and grinned at her own foolishness when nothing resulted.
Val stride up to her, claimed credit for the healing, and gave Miri a warm squeeze on the shoulder. Miri set her hand on top of the cleric’s, squeezing appreciatively and grinning, and letting go without lingering. She didn’t know the word ignominious, but she was pretty sure Val was saying it would have been embarrassing to be killed by a mimic. Miri rather agreed. “All the same, my thanks.” Miri said, warmly.
Warden was touching her now. “I should get beat up more often,” Miri said, cheerfully, and winked at the tiefling. She sighed with relief at the healing energy coursing through her body, flexing her hands and tilting her head to crack her neck. It was stiff from lying on the ground. Miri wouldn’t have said she felt totally renewed, but it was close.
“Thank you,” Miri took the tag from Warden and set about wiping herself down - hands and face, then what she could of her armor before the rag was used up. “Nice work with the sword stick,” she added, cheerfully.
Miri glanced around, and back at the chest Crispin had nudged. “We’d better open it,” she said. “Could be something inside we’ll need later on.” In case paladins and clerics weren’t tempted by treasure. “Crispin? Do you have the nerve?” She winked at him. He was closest, anyway.
HP: 18/21
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Post by vorpal on May 25, 2019 13:42:06 GMT
Whew. At least his foot didn't get stuck? Though arguably it would be easier to kick a shoe off if needed, as opposed to kicking off... a hand? Anyway, it seemed to be harmless, so that was that. "Yes, I think we can indeed move on." It would take just a quick moment to empty the chest, surely. Crispin reached to open the thing and look inside, face lighting up at the sight of the gold and silver, but moreso upon seeing the bell and key, picking those up to look them over curiously. He was definitely glad they had some spoils already to be had from this, but he couldn't help but be eager to deal with the mystery of this place. Clues on walls and such... yes, it was going to be a fun diversion. "Well, well, it seems the end of this first act isn't without reward... Not an enormous amount of riches, yet, but it's a start. And more clues of a sort, perhaps?"
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