A Looter's Paradise [Open]
Oct 4, 2022 13:39:51 GMT -5
Post by Granth on Oct 4, 2022 13:39:51 GMT -5
"You heard the man," Granth called out, waving everyone back. "It just wants dead things, right? Then let it eat."
The bandits all backed up and put their backs against the wall, giving the ooze plenty of space to maneuver toward the body on the floor. And so it did, moving with agonizing slowness toward the foul-smelling corpse, attracted by the smell more than by the vibrations in the room. It wobbled and left a sizzling trail of slime upon the floor as it edged ever-closer to the body. But it wasn't quite away from the exit. Still, it looked as if the group would be able to just wait the creature out. They'd escape without much trouble.
Unfortunately, fate had other plans. A draft picked up in the tavern, perhaps forced up by the shifting waters, and traveled from where Boris and Sarris were standing over toward where the ooze was. With it went Boris' rather strong smell, the sort of smell that was not unlike a corpse thanks to the fact he'd just been looting one a little while earlier.
The ooze turned. It sloshed. It started moving toward Boris and Sarris, and it was starting to move more quickly, eager to feed upon tasty corpses, even moving ones!
Boris acted on instinct. He couldn't be blamed for what he did, really. With an acidic ooze rushing at him, he gripped his fiery mace with both hands and smashed it into the ooze. Slimy gel splashed against the stone walls, but also against Boris' clothes, making a high-pitched sizzling sound. Boris screamed.
"SHIT!" Granth raised his bow and nocked his arrows. "I thought it was going to leave us alone if we left it alone, beastman!" he snapped, firing off a couple arrows into the ooze's back. It didn't react much to his attacks.
"We've got to get out of here! Boris, Sarris, COME ON!" Granth waved for them to move, but even as he did, the water started to rise at an exponentially faster rate, slowly beginning to fill the tunnel...
The bandits all backed up and put their backs against the wall, giving the ooze plenty of space to maneuver toward the body on the floor. And so it did, moving with agonizing slowness toward the foul-smelling corpse, attracted by the smell more than by the vibrations in the room. It wobbled and left a sizzling trail of slime upon the floor as it edged ever-closer to the body. But it wasn't quite away from the exit. Still, it looked as if the group would be able to just wait the creature out. They'd escape without much trouble.
Unfortunately, fate had other plans. A draft picked up in the tavern, perhaps forced up by the shifting waters, and traveled from where Boris and Sarris were standing over toward where the ooze was. With it went Boris' rather strong smell, the sort of smell that was not unlike a corpse thanks to the fact he'd just been looting one a little while earlier.
The ooze turned. It sloshed. It started moving toward Boris and Sarris, and it was starting to move more quickly, eager to feed upon tasty corpses, even moving ones!
Boris acted on instinct. He couldn't be blamed for what he did, really. With an acidic ooze rushing at him, he gripped his fiery mace with both hands and smashed it into the ooze. Slimy gel splashed against the stone walls, but also against Boris' clothes, making a high-pitched sizzling sound. Boris screamed.
"SHIT!" Granth raised his bow and nocked his arrows. "I thought it was going to leave us alone if we left it alone, beastman!" he snapped, firing off a couple arrows into the ooze's back. It didn't react much to his attacks.
"We've got to get out of here! Boris, Sarris, COME ON!" Granth waved for them to move, but even as he did, the water started to rise at an exponentially faster rate, slowly beginning to fill the tunnel...