Snail Mail (Part 4)
So, you're a few inches tall after an alchemical incident, escaped into the dangerous streets of Alexandria, evaded feral cats, got assisted by a familiar, and made it to the Soldier's Defense to be attacked by a strange, black I got that someone sneezed out.
It has been a bad day. It still is.
GAME: Razen rolls weapon13: (12)+11: 23 GAME: Razen rolls 1d10+6: (7)+6: 13 GAME: Whirlpoopin' rolls 1d20+10: (9)+10: 19 GAME: Walery activates his Titan Armor, gaining: +4 Dex GAME: Walery rolls 1d20+11: (9)+11: 20 GAME: Walery rolls 3d6+5: (8)+5: 13
Razen doesn't think... doesn't /usually/ think before he pulls out his heavy flail and with a mighty roar attacks the ooze which stands before him. The mighty blow splatters some of the ooze onto him, but he doesn't seem to mind. In fact if anything it seems to make him happier.
Walery works a bit of mechanism on his death ray, slides a rune-etched brass cylinder in. He snaps the action closed, draws a bead, and fwoosh, raw fire spits out at the thing. He blasts a chunk off, and it starts moving towards him. "Argh, what is this filth!" he shouts as he cringes.
GAME: Iskandar rolls strength: (8)+3: 11
Iskandar rushes for one of the buckets. But what is strategically placed for a normal sized person, is a run at full sprint for those as small as the party currently are. When he reaches it he's already winded. He squats and tries to get his fingers under, to lift it, but again his altered size seems to work against him.
GAME: Kore rolls weapon0+2+1+2: (3)+13+2+1+2: 21 GAME: Kore rolls weapon0+2+1+2: (8)+13+2+1+2: 26 GAME: Kore rolls weapon0+2+1+2: (2)+13+2+1+2: 20 GAME: Kore rolls weapon0+2+1+2-5: (13)+13+2+1+2+-5: 26 GAME: Lysa rolls 11: (16)+11: 27 GAME: Lysa rolls 11-7: (4)+11+-7: 8 GAME: Lysa rolls 1d10+5+6: (10)+5+6: 21 GAME: Lysa rolls 1d10+5+6: (4)+5+6: 15 GAME: Kore rolls 1d8+2d6+2+1+3+strength: (4)+(7)+2+1+3+4: 21 GAME: Kore rolls 1d8+2d6+2+1+3+strength: (7)+(4)+2+1+3+4: 21 GAME: Kore rolls 1d8+2d6+2+1+3+strength: (6)+(6)+2+1+3+4: 22 GAME: Kore rolls 1d8+2d6+2+1+3+strength: (1)+(8)+2+1+3+4: 19 GAME: Razen rolls CMB: (8)+10: 18
Seeing the situation, Lysa takes a moment to study the battlefield (Yes, that's why she had such a low init)... and seeing how things are going, she unlimbers her flail.. her magic flail as she steps over and plants to solid THWACK sounding hits onto the ooze trying to consume Razen, "I am being apologizing for the pain this is being causing." she says as she strikes, "Know that I will be being healing you once we are being removing you from the ooze."
GAME: Razen rolls Fortitude: (16)+8: 24
The ooze starts prying open Razen's mouth and trying to CLIMB INSIDE OF HIM. It dos not work, but the gagging sounds can defintiely be heard.
GAME: Whirlpoopin' rolls 1d20+10: (15)+10: 25 GAME: Whirlpoopin' rolls 1d6+6: (3)+6: 9
Razen struggles with the ooze, but can find no way to free himself. It seems to no avail, but the oruch has no concept of giving up. Not even with the thing trying to shove itself down his throat he struggles onward. He keeps on struggling though... he's also bleeding heavily from the wounds inflicted by Lysa's attack. Perhaps that is some of the reason that he was unable to free himself?
GAME: Lysa rolls reflex: (9)+7: 16 GAME: Walery rolls 3d6+5: (12)+5: 17
Walery cycles the action on his death ray. "Fire didn't quite work, maybe lightning will do," he says, takes aim, and fires.
Engaged in combat beside Razen, Lysa knew that the artificer had been using fire. She has no idea how useful fire might have been or not. But when she hears the crackling of electricity, she turns her head and opens her mouth to yell, but she doesn't have time. So she turns and places her body in the path of the blast...
As it crackles over her, she grits her teeth and mutters, "Lightning... being making... them... bigger... stronger."
GAME: Walery rolls reflex: (3)+11: 14 GAME: Lysa rolls reflex: (13)+7: 20 GAME: Razen rolls reflex: (2)+1: 3
Iskandar releases the base of the bucket and straightens up. He hears the sounds of combat - diminutive mouselike sounds, it's true, yet combat all the same - and knows his allies need him. Still, by all accounts this soapy water is the best tactic. They must have it! The giantborn wraps his arms around the bucker as if bear hugging it, even though he can't even get his hands halfway around. But his fingers dig in and make himself handholds out of tiny dents, and all the muscles in his tiny body strain. He lifts the bucket off of the ground and takes a few faltering steps towards the miniature conflict, then tilts the bucket over, unleashing a wave of water!
You're six inches tall and now a massive wave of water has hit you, picked you up, and sent you flying. The good news is that the wave has done substantial damage to the oozes, like it's eating away at them. At least Razen can breathe again now, if he wasn't under soapy water, being hurled into a wall. Ow.
Walery and Lysa have held their ground for the moment...
GAME: Kore rolls reflex: (5)+12: 17 GAME: Kore rolls weapon0+2+1+2: (14)+13+2+1+2: 32 GAME: Kore rolls weapon0+2+1+2: (12)+13+2+1+2: 30 GAME: Kore rolls weapon0+2+1+2: (8)+13+2+1+2: 26 GAME: Kore rolls weapon0+2+1+2: (8)+13+2+1+2: 26 GAME: Kore rolls weapon0+2+1+2-5: (16)+13+2+1+2+-5: 29 GAME: Whirlpoopin' rolls 2d6: (7): 7 GAME: Kore rolls 1d8+2d6+strength+2+2+3+1: (3)+(5)+4+2+2+3+1: 20 GAME: Kore rolls 1d8+2d6+strength+2+3+1: (6)+(10)+4+2+3+1: 26 GAME: Kore rolls 1d8+2d6+strength+2+3+1: (3)+(9)+4+2+3+1: 22 GAME: Kore rolls 1d8+2d6+strength+2+3+1: (7)+(6)+4+2+3+1: 23 GAME: Kore rolls 1d8+2d6+strength+2+3+1: (3)+(4)+4+2+3+1: 17
Still twitching a bit from the lightning strike, Lysa gets bathed. She takes a half step back and braces herself by going to one knee. It's how she handled waves when wading to a ship with her da's merc group. But then she is right back on her feet. "That is being a good idea. Usually, I am being waiting to bathe until after a battle is being finished though." she says, trying to lighten the mood just a touch.
GAME: Razen RAGES!, gaining +2 to melee attack/damage/Will saves and 12 temporary HP GAME: Razen rolls weapon13: (11)+13: 24 GAME: Razen rolls 1d10+8: (10)+8: 18 GAME: Razen ends his rage. GAME: Walery deactivates his Titan Armor.
Kore is busily smashing bits of black ooze and tearing off them off of the beleaguered barbarian. A couple of times, she puts her fist through the ooze and accidentally hits him. "Oops! ...Sorry." However, before long she's apparently torn Razen free and started to go about stomping the remnants of the ooze she's been destroying.
There's something to be said about the mood that taking damage from you allies efforts to free you puts you in. Razen isn't the least resentful of course. They're only trying to help but the ooze? Gray-green eyes narrow on the ooze. He's soaked from head to toe, clean of the one that ate him but the other.
He grasps his flail in hand and leaps at it with a blood-curdling scream of vengeance. /Revenge/ among the ourch is a dessert best served /hot/. His weapon smashes into the ooze and once it's a puddle he keeps pounding it until tiny cracks (very tiny cracks) appear on the floor. Then practically in a lather he looks around. He finds the nearest human that's not eight inches or shorter and yells at them in his tiny roar.
After all of that, Lysa turns and reaches for her haversack. She lifts the flap on the front of it. She wears it over one shoulder... and her hand immediately comes away with a bottle of golden brew. She holds this out to Razen, "Please be being cooling off friend Razen. You will be being liking -my- mead." she suggests, sloshing the bottle a bit as if to tempt Razen with it.
Walery ehs? Lightning made them stronger? When? He flips the action on his death ray back to fire, though, that's for sure! He'll rush forward to Lysa and pull an ampule from his belt. Pressing it to her, there's a hiss and the liquid inside is somehow used up. The net result is to heal Lysa of some of the damage he did. "Sorry about that," he says apologetically. "I missed about them and lightning."
GAME: Walery casts Cure Moderate Wounds. Caster Level: 6 DC: 16
It is about this time, amidst all the confusion, that a few of the acolytes are staring down at the lot of you. One of them is gesticulating and pointing. Their size makes it a bit harder to properly understand them but they appear to have noticed you.
GAME: Walery rolls 2d8+6: (5)+6: 11 GAME: Walery casts Cure Moderate Wounds. Caster Level: 6 DC: 16 GAME: Walery rolls 2d8+6: (8)+6: 14
His roar... does something? People are pointing and staring at least. He almost doesn't notice the healing. Instead he puts his weapon away and starts waving his arms frantically and yelling at them. He's still half enraged so he's got the roar down for it.
"Razen. BOOZE!" shouts Lysa in her battlefield command voice. "Be being taking my booze!" That said, she steps forward and places the flask directly into his hand before she looks to the others.... most notably the BIG others. She hoists her flail onto its brace upon her back and cups both hands to her mouth before shouting as loudly as she can. "ZEKE! BE BEING NEEDING ZEKE!"
"...are those people down there?"
"Are they Fey?"
"No, they're just shrunk people. They need help!"
The talking cat may be the more sensible part of this situation. Talking animals exist. Tiny people also exist. This is just how it goes.
Eventually, they're laying down a saucer and gesturing for everyone to climb aboard it so they can get you off the floor.
Walery was just about to start trying to write on the floor when things start getting figured out. He boards the saucer.
Yes yes. Climb aboard. Lysa steps aboard the saucer and reaches hands out to help others up should they need the aid.
It's more difficult than one might think to board a saucer when one is only eight inches tall, but Razen is more than eager. He jumps up on it like he's done so a thousand times before and then sits himself down on it waiting. Impatience battles worry on his brow. "Magic." He murmurs under his breath and tucks Lysa's alcohol into the breast of his armor. "Soon enough they will be wanting to cast magic on us to make us big again." Razen doesn't sound nearly as excited about this as he should. Particularly given how foul in mood being little has made him.
Eventually, the saucer is lifted and you're taken to one of the examination rooms, where several priests are soon seeing to you. They're talking back and forth, though it's hard to hear more than thunderous rumbles from your size.
Tiny ears, you know?
Soon, an elderly figure is brought inside, who takes one look at the lot of you and bursts out laughing. It may not be funny to you, but it's clearly hilarious to him.
Then he's praying over you and soon you can feel yourselves... changing. Regaining your original size as he breaks the enchantments on you.
As soon as the man starts praying, Lysa's eyes open wide. She tries to leap off to one side, but... she can't do a lot of leaping in full plate armor. So she ends up on her back. Glancing down at herself, she remarks, "Be being lucky for the breastplate. Or I might be being having to remove someone's hand for being there." (Someone's hand on a boob for humor's sake! Anyone can pose being that one but it IS someone!)
Razen wasn't that someone /thankfully/. He might have had to chop the hand off himself after all. Instead he stays directly /on/ the plate as his size changes and instead lands flat on his butt. Once fully his own size again he rises to his feet almost lazily and eyes the priest. "Your holy magic is appreciated priest. Now... if no one minds. I need a drink. Or sixteen." He turns and walks out. He will never be going to that warehouse ever, ever again. **** snails.
-End