Game: We're Still not Quite Dead Yet

OOC:Everything i said in green was in character, i dont quite understand whats confusing about that for you? , just to make sure, i edited the post, so it might be clearer now...,

Ah, yes, it is good to be reminded, thank you, Bruce, we will wait for the plant thingie and then proceed by all haste

Siddharta takes the jump with as much grace as he can, not stepping aside, grunts from the impact of a full grown 'man' jumping on him, but smiles a grin, and then pads Drum on his back to calm him down so he can get back at his own 2 feet...thats a good girl, Su, be nice to daddy and stand on your own 2 feet, ... here is a candy for you, Siddharta grabs a piece of minted candy out of his pocket and gives it to Drum.

OOC: Sorry, I've been out.

IC: There is a soft rustling sound, and the razorvine covering the wall of one of the abandoned houses forms itself into the plant-creature from earlier. Eru'maho's face is set in a determined expression, and it strides purposefully towards the portal at an unnaturally fast gait. It walks past the assembled group without looking at any of you, and draws a highly ornamental dagger. Unexpectedly, a leafy tentacle whips out of the bottom of his robe and draws up to Eru'maho's face. The tentacle is holding a small animal, possibly a rat. Eru'maho stabs the dagger at the rat and a gout of blood spatters in and around the hole in the wall.

OOC: yes, i seem to mix them up, interesting way though that Eru'something did that, would not have thought of it that way, but it suffices .

Well, how nice for you that you have, still does not mean that my item is worthless, thankyouverymuch, now, be a good little girl and use your talents of annoying with someone else please, anyway....again ignoring 'Min', i am in the mood for kicking some demons i guess and seeing our plant has killed something, i guess we had better start moving into Carceri..

Siddharta bends his neck out of the embrace with Drum, and replies in a neutral lecturers tone:

Hmmz, well, if you haven't noticed yet, the way she gets reactions from the other members have to do with her condescending tone she gives to the rest of the party, had she not done so, i would have been far less intolerant towards her, and if u haven't noticed, she is perfectly capable of making her own sniping remarks.. unfortunately, no need to go all chivalrous giddy-up knight for her. (presuming the bits in yr head were inside yr head, not spoken out loud.)

OOC: Bruce spends an instant action to gain resistance 5 to acid for the next five rounds (using my mantle ability from Energy) taking no damage. All hail the instant action, for it is king!

Bruce looks down at the muck. "Yes yes, this is what I didn't want." He looks around. "Lets get out of here and quick. I don't like how this smells." Bruce sets his guantlet aflame and starts setting bugs on fire while he waits for a direction.

Drum, not caring the least for party politics nor the current bout of mental fencing - becomes supremely annoyed by the now-constant bickering.

Daddy!!! stop having a hissy fit and keep moving!!!

OOC: Trift has no protection from acid, either, so it would seem he also should take initial damage.

Though his current disguise masks the mud’s affect on his real clothes and minor enchantments woven into his expensive attire cleans it of light dirtying, Canzonzabar still sighs at the unpleasant sensation.

“Not entirely unlike the swamps of Minauros, though the smell is noticably different…”

The falxugon progresses alongside his bodyguard, while filtering out the sounds of seemingly endless bickering between party members and filtering in the moans of pain from the acidic stings burning their unprotected flesh. Even his mortal ally is wounded, but a quick incantation shields Trift from further acid burns. [Casts Resist Energy (acid)]

OOC: My in-game writing reflects my character's perspective, this has nothing to do with "holier than thou" attitude out-of-game.

"Nope. All guantlets naturally shoot fire, something about the shape of them that just causes extreme heat." Bruce says, continueing to burn the bugs around him. "But seriously folks, exactly how long are we going to be in acid-land, because I can only pretend that its not there for so long."

Eru'maho glares at the mud, and it gets out of the way. [woodland stride]

This way/follow me, it communicates. Interestingly enough, the Adu'jas's telepathy works on the same principle as a fiend's, using concepts instead of language. Needless to say, this makes it much easier to understand.

It heads deeper into the swamp, the mud swirling around it.

Siddharta stops and begs the others to wait a few moments,
He gets some vines from a plant and cuts them down to usable size (while doing so, he keeps an eye out to see if the plant gives any objections to this),
after this, he uses the short vines to tie up his robes so his lower legs and ankles are free, and the acid bubbles cant damage the clothing, then he ushers the rest to speed as we can..

(i see the robes as a dress with legs, ehm, we call this a trouser-skirt in the Netherlands .)

Siddharta steps back when Eru'Mano tries to start casting the spell on him, and says, no thank you, i do not need this spell, save it...

ooc: Check... Huh?(listen)/ i cannot seem to make decent rolls here on the forum, sigh.
ooc: Check...Ah, i think i see something...(spot)/ finally something above 25,
spot +4 also if something is trying to hide in the shadows from me...

Bruce makes his way to the front of the group. "What works best against ghereleths?" He asks the group in general. "And what are the odds that a show of force can scare them off?"

Bruce experimentally shoots a few blasts of fire with his guantlet into the fog. This should disperse the fog somewhat.

Siddharta replies, with neutral but soft and battle wary tone;
Thats why i am trying to spot them now, with use of my spell, use your time useful please...

OOC: I'll edit my post accordingly.., would be smart if you removed the silly comment then from your post as well :mrgreen:

OOC: initiative 19

"Thanks for the words of wisdom. Lightning it is." Bruce takes a step forward. "Make what preparations you want to now, because I have mind to open up a world of hurt on everything in that fog, and it'll be none happy afterwards."

Knowing how the ‘leths prioritize targets, Canzonzabar distances himself greatly from Yebena and forms multiple visuals of himself.
Trift follows the lead of his master while drawing his bow, keeping ready to loose arrows at the first sight of their foes.

All the falxugons turn towards Bruce and gives a synchronous nod.

“By all means work your lightshow, these beasts will know no other language than that of pain.”

OOC:
Canzon uses mirror image and Trift readies to attack, both move well away from the fog and ‘loth.