In the swamp temple
With nowhere to run, as the slime surrounds you, you begin the daunting
task of trying to defend yourself against the slime. Nothing seems to
hurt it or stop it. As you hack away, and send spells at it, and nothing
happens but to make it further close in on you, you are at your wits
end. You try backing for the door, and actually succeed to a point. For
the toll is very high, The panther goes down first, trying to protect
it's master from harm it is engulfed by the ooze, and simply ceases to
exist, next to fall are both female elves, as Kendra and Dhamia simply
disintigrate before your eyes, Jayar is it's next target,a s he lobs
spells at it, that do nothing more than fizzle and attract it's
attention, he disintigrates in a cloud of dust. All around you your
friends and comrades are nothing more than dust and ashes, as the ooze
just seems to engulf them reducing them to nothingness. Finally, when
all seems lost, the ooze sinks thru a crack in the floor, and is gone.
Looking around to gain your bearings, you feel utter and complete
devastation befall you. More than half your number has fallen. There
arent even any bodies left to bury. Just equipment, and a few teeth, and
bits of bone remain. They seem to have simply dissolved into the slime.
Of the 12 party members that entered the temple, your number has been
reduced to 6.
Once the adrenaline wears off, Malissin calmly takes in the situation.
"I guess we can split up what we need, and leave the rest," he sighs
heavily. "Then we have to decide on whether we go on with this hunt for
the idol, or get back on with our main mission of scouting the
countryside... we all still have that as our first duty... which we knew
wasn't going to be an easy one."
"But let's first get out of here before something worse happens."
"I think we can divide up this stuff" Wulfgar says.
He bends down and picks up the satchel checks inside to make sure it is empty and nothing has
been missed he lifts the grappling hooks, placing them in the satchel. Alongside the grappling
hooks he places the holy symbol of Quiom. He picks up the scroll case and opens it and pulls
out the scrolls, opens them up and glances through the contents. He rolls them up and replaces
them in the scroll case. Which joins the other things in the satchel. He then picks up the
remaining daggers and offers them around to the rest of the group.
Gareth goes through the items with Wulfgar, nodding at the
"goodpile-badpile" arrangement, disagreeing only to take a dagger and a
"I don't think that we need all the swords and daggers."Barbaxle says" That is a
lot for us to carry. I suggest that we bury the equipment some where so
it won't fall in the wrong hands. I wasn't given one of those vial of
clear liquid, since I didn't depart with the all. I have heard about
them, and I was wondering if anyone else doesn't have one. If not I
would like to have it. Is there anyone besides myself that can read the
scrolls? I also suggest that we look in there pouches, just so we don't
miss anything. Don't forget to grab those grappling hooks, they have
come in handy already."
Everyone else follows along sort of numbly, each grieving in their own way for their lost friends.