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Post by rincewind on Oct 31, 2005 19:25:46 GMT -5
Nicholas screams from the pain. "Aaaaargh! Get this bloody thing off me! It doesn't seem to like fire, though mind you neither do I! He-bloody-lp!
He then waits, thinking to himself that he hopes the cross-dresser and the mad god-botherer can differentiate between the cube and himself. He thinks over recent events and has serious doubts.
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Post by Kaber on Nov 1, 2005 3:15:44 GMT -5
*Snickerpuss bounds into the room, making for Sims staff as Sim begins to chant, while making a loop with a small leather tie. He then thrusts it upwards and as he does so he begins to rise into the air with the aid of his Levitate spell. Sim uses the cealing to push himself along untill he is on the otherside of the porticullus then, unlooping the leather tie he sinks to the floor. Immediatly he begins to chant again. The words come quick, the force of them snapping across the dim room as his right hand undulates up and then is thrust outward violantly. A finger pointing at the gelatinous cube. Two points of light appear, chiming softly, one after the other. They hover in the air before his finger for but a moment, expanding slightly before darting forth, each bolt striking the cube with a burst of magical energy. The Magic Missiles narrowly missing the Halfing theif.
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Post by Lady Winter Wolf on Nov 2, 2005 3:09:50 GMT -5
*Sim's magic missiles hit the cube, causing its gelatinous mass to melt where it had been hit. The creature moves back slightly, easing its grasp on Nicholas and exposing his body more to the open air.*
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Post by MjolnirH on Nov 3, 2005 1:24:56 GMT -5
<Picking himself up off of the floor once again, Hendrick shakes his head to clear it and makes another attempt to grab the halfling from the cube's grasp while the others have it distracted.>
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Post by morgause on Nov 3, 2005 10:34:14 GMT -5
With slight disappointment that she probably doesn't need her "lucky club," Trix continues to attack the cube with her torch.
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Post by Lady Winter Wolf on Nov 8, 2005 3:37:43 GMT -5
*While Trixl's torch keeps the cube at bay, Hendrick is able to pull Nicholas free from it's gooey grasp.* *Softly, padded paws carry the she-wolf before the party* "Now, now, damaging the dungeon cleaner are you? It will remember you, and enjoy sucking up your bones when it finds your long, dead bodies later on. But for now, you must all make a choice, continue on with the cleaner, and collect the toys and treasures it contains, items that may be of importance to you on your journey. Or run away from it, and continue on to the door that is behind me, upon the western wall."
"Upon it is a brass plaque which reads, "A baker measures in definite numbers, but this pastry you cannot eat." Around the handle of this door are five symbols, placed as if at each point of a five pointed star. The symbols are of: a cake, pie, muffin, donut and tart. You must solve the riddle and press the correct symbol for the lock to release and the door to open. Woe to those that guess incorrectly."*With that said, the she-wolf shimmers and disappears from sight.*
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Post by rincewind on Nov 9, 2005 18:41:09 GMT -5
Freed from the cube, Nicholas struggles to regain control of his limbs. Hearing the wolf, he shouts "I don't know about you people, but I'm not going to feel safe until that thing is dead! Who knows when it would attack us next? Kill the beast!"
Nicholas then tries to look down to assess the damage to himself and his clothing from the cube.
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Post by Kaber on Nov 10, 2005 5:59:47 GMT -5
Sim holds his spell casting a moment as he listens to the wolf but before he can ask it any questions or invite it for some tea the wolf vanishes. Sim is left to contemplate the enigmatic words of the k-9 when the halfing shouts out. Sim's stern focus turns to a look of mad glee and he giggles as he prepares another spell, saying in a sing song voice that is made uncomfortably spooky in this dark dungeon.
"hehehe, clean the cleaner, the marrow eater. ashes to ashes and pudding to dust, lets squash the jelly and damn the crust." Sim giggles madly at his little poem and then suddenly stops to ponder something that only Sim would ponder.
"Hmmm, I wounder if a Jelly would go good with toast."
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Post by morgause on Nov 14, 2005 19:12:51 GMT -5
Trix at least had the sense to know that she might not have the sense to guess the riddle's answer. In any case, it was all a moot point since she had a nice fiery torch and a monster to hit with it.
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Post by Lady Winter Wolf on Nov 15, 2005 1:44:24 GMT -5
(OOC - in my above post giving further details, I have included a map which shows where you have been, where you are now, and the door mentioned on the western wall.)
*With every touch of her torch, Trixl causes the cube to melt away foot by foot (the cube is 10' x 10', and encompasses the entire 10' x 10' room). However, at this rate, it will take several hours before it is completely disabled, and the treasure up for the taking.*
*Any skin surface on Nicholas arms, hands, legs and feet are now devoid of all hair, and the skin is red, as if from a bad sunburn.....which means it will be quite itchy. His clothing is damp, but has sustained no damage.*
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Post by MjolnirH on Nov 16, 2005 4:10:12 GMT -5
<Hendrick seeing that the halfing is none the worse for wear looks around for his estranged club and spies it glowing 30ft away sprints over to retrieve it so that he may help slay the beastly cube of goo>
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Post by rincewind on Nov 17, 2005 10:25:44 GMT -5
Nicholas stares at his denuded feet. "You monster! I've had that hair for more than 30 years, and now you go and make me look like one of those fancy lads who shaves his feet for reasons best not mentioned! You'll die for that!" Nick pulls out his bow and fires some arrows at the upper part of the cube, hoping that they will have some effect.
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Post by morgause on Nov 21, 2005 12:07:27 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Trix, she can't comprehend the scope of her task. She is merely pleased to see that her torch is successful in harming the goo.
"Nasty gooey thing. Die," she yells as she gleefully hits away at it.
She is taking the time-honored approach of if it works, do it, and don't bother to discover a better way. Her sword and club are for the time being ignored since...
-Hey, torch hurts ugly goo. And looks pretty too.
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Post by Lady Winter Wolf on Nov 29, 2005 1:23:24 GMT -5
*With determination, the adventurers are able to beat, poke and melt the gelatinous cube into a wet pool of goo. Lying upon the damp floor are: 5 glass vials, a silver dagger, mace, a short sword with a ruby in the hilt, and 10 gold coins.*
*Now the decisions to be made are: how to divide up the loot, and will they continue on to the door in the western wall, or leave the castle for being too afraid to move forward.*
(OOC - when it is established who gets the 5 glass vials, I will then reveal what is contained in each)
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Post by rincewind on Nov 30, 2005 22:23:35 GMT -5
Now that the slimy beast is out of the way, Nicholas once again goes for the dagger among the loot. Most of the other items he cannot use, and the few gold coins will be of little use in the dungeon. The vials are intriguing, though- perhaps if there are some left after the others grab their share, he will take one.
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