The rear portions of the SSRS Kostroma have been cleared. The Boiler room draws near. Still that sound persists. Calling them.
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Posey has been hit with a glob of crude oil. It is staining her posh white coat and red hair.
Over the course of the past 8 hours, the party has witnessed Posey getting shot, bitten, impaled, cut, clawed, bludgeoned, burned, electrocuted, crushed, and dissolved from the inside out, all without so much as batting an eye. None of those injuries has left Posey so visibly distraught as she is now. She looks at her coat, then at her mane, with an expression of abject horror, a thousand times as intense as when her tail was touched, her mouth gaped in a silent scream. The black oil stains her mane, but even the untouched parts seem to fade in color, and her coat looks... blotched?
Her eyes though, they burn with pure hatred, like hot coals, as bright as ever. Time itself seems to distort around her, the beast flat footed again, and Posey moves with blinding speed as she draws an arrow and pulses it with destructive ki and looses it just like she did the previous round.
Bone Bow
[1d20+7 = (8+7) = 15]
[1d10+4 = (1+4) = 5]
Iajutsu Focus
[1d20+9 = (14+9) = 23]
>>195521Bonus damage
[3d6 = 7]After loosing her hatred, Posey, on shaky legs, realizes that this unknown eldritch horror is too much for an innocent, delicate little mare like her to face, so she takes another move action to move 30 ft away from the monster, leaving the room if necessary.
She draws her polearm as part of the movement.
>>195520How big is this monster? Large? Huge?
>>195521Posey looks like one of those poor animals you see men in rubber suits pull off the beach after the Exxon Valdez spill. The oil has a nasty smell, midway between diesel fuel and the bitumen in asphalt. It's almost like lubricating oil. Zara Zama is also covered in lubricating oil, but not as much of it. And it isn't on her coat, but on her clothing. Also she's a zebra
The oil vibrates. The arrow simply penetrates, but it leaves reverberating waves. All the same, Posey can tell that penetration is perhaps not the oil's weakness.
>>195522I don't know that she could move that far, but with the engine next to her it isn't absurd for her to get out of reach, or try to.
>>195524Huge, if on the lower end
>>195508Rapid Shot: Kira may not have destructive ki powers to infuse in her arrows, but she has been practicing her markssnakeship for a much longer time. Even as she recoils in disgust from the prospect of being covered in even more oil, she draws three of her barbed arrows and lets them loose at the massive goo creature in rapid secession.
[1d20+9 = (19+9) = 28][1d8+5 = (2+5) = 7][1d20+9 = (4+9) = 13][1d8+5 = (4+5) = 9][1d20+4 = (12+4) = 16][1d8+5 = (5+5) = 10] >>195526The arrows hit into the back of the monster, make ripples, and are swallowed into its black, tar surface
>>195527Kira raises her head and lets out a frustrated "AAAAUUUUGH!"
"How do we hurt this thing!? Do we have ice powers to freeze it?"
>>195528Black Heel:
"Do
You have ice powers? Because I don't"
Starfire
"Should I use my spells?"
Stained Sand
racks gun >>195528>Do we have ice powersPosey opens her mouth as if to speak, but nothing comes out.
She slouches over and shudders, red-black blood slowly pouring from her nostrils. Her eyes are glassy.
>>195526"Shooting it seems to just tickle it. We need to cut off the source of the oil!">>195528To Posey:
"If we were out in an open field, we could just burn it. In here, we have to get creative.">>195529To Starfire
"What spells do you have?"He says all this while searching for another valve, or whatever feeds into the fuel bunker.
[1d20+4 = (18+4) = 22] >>195529Silver nods to Starfire. "Please do so, you beautiful creature. Just do not set it ablaze."
Mala:
Bang[1d20+5 = (7+5) = 12][2d10 = 12]>>195531Right there. Another plack
Starfire:
"Just uh... the most basic shooting it with magic"
>>195532"Sure"
he smiles, legs apart to stand upright
"What?"
>>195530I don't think I'd want to open my nostrils or even eyes if I were Posey right now
>>195533A what? I guess it will take until next turn for Cavaliere to interact with it.
>>195534A large plate opening for the bunker, where coal would have been removed in its previous function.
>>195533Silver continues nodding, eyes looking up and down the unicorn's body. He has to admit, even in this current, state, Starfire looks good.
Silver rushes forward with his sword, glowing blue in his magical grasp, the light reflecting off of the oil as he slashes at the oil creature's legs.
[1d20+12 = (8+12) = 20][2d6+8 = (3+8) = 11][1d20+7 = (9+7) = 16][2d6+8 = (11+8) = 19] >>195536The slash goes right through the oil, cutting off its leg, causing oil to fall to the ground. The creature vibrates, sending oil flying
It slams its head down and opens its oily mouth, "biting* at Silver
[1d20+9 = (4+9) = 13][2d6+7 = (6+7) = 13] >>195537Silver sidesteps the creature's maw at the last moment, though the splashing oil does cover him. At least he's matching with Zara now.
Posey almost certainly wishes she simply had her mane grabbed by a disabled pony that had just eaten cheetos
Posey takes a full round total defense action, followed by a 5 foot step.
She is visibly shaking. Her eyes have turned cloudy, and she looks much thinner and ganglier than she did an hour ago minutes ago, bony even. She looks.. tired? It seems as though something has shifted in her.
She mutters softly, seemingly to herself in pained whisper
"..I... I fought so hard... I worked so hard... I fought for so many years... I studied... I offered my everything... So many times I came so close to victory... To prove my worth... Only to have it all snatched away from me every time... When I was strong... they made me weak all over again... So many years... So many horrors... So much turmoil... I was so diligent... So dedicated... The struggle... it never stops...! H-how much longer do I have to suffer...?"
Her chest convulses, throbbing as if from an intense heartbeat, but not quite... Almost like something squirming under her skin and trying to escape. She clutches her chest with a shaky hoof, smearing more oil on her pristine chest fluff and a muffled foal-like cry gurgles up from her chest into the back of her throat, bubbles of blood seeping from the corners of her chattering mouth. The look of dread on her face is existential.
"... W-we came so far... Was it not meant to be?"
She bites her lower lip and her fangs sink in so that she bleeds
[1d4+3 = (3+3) = 6]
Turn over
>>195540*5 ft step away from the monster
>>195540Patient Pippette, hiding behind the engine, approaches Posey. She doesn't say anything, but she does lower her head and inspect Posey in curiosity. There isn't
entirely a safe location in the boiler room, but behind the engine is the closest bet.
>>195542Can Kira see if the creature is being maintained by any more leaking sources?
>>195542Posey eye twitches, but is otherwise unresponsive.
>>195545>>195544Kira calls out to Posey "POSEY! WE NEED HELP!" Deciding that attacking the thing is useless at the current moment, she goes to help Cavaliere with cutting off this thing's source of oil while Silver keeps it distracted.
>>195546Any more specific action?
>>195547>>195548Strength: Kira wraps her tail around the panel Cavaliere is indicating, and tries to squeeze it shut.
[1d20+3 = (16+3) = 19] >>195549Assisting:
[1d20 = 1]Any latch or way to close it mechanically?
>>195549SqueezeIt's like the opening of a train's boiler, opened with a lever. Kira's massive strength is able to force it shut
>>195550Cavaliere, however, slips
Is that his action?
>>195551Can I take another action?
>>195553After slipping his claw off the lid, he tries to use the lever to lock it shut.
>>195555Maybe not. Uh, he interposes himself between Kira and the creature while she holds it shut.
>>195557Power Attack: With a "RAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Silver shoulders his sword and brings it down diagonally on the oily creature, hoping to cleave it in two.
[1d20+6 = (10+6) = 16][2d6+20 = (4+20) = 24] I think it's the monster's turn?
>>195558Hit.
Silver cleaves into the thing's oily head, slicing the right portion off, with much of the head slowly falls to the ground, leaving part of a head, and part of a neck
From the thing's half jaw, and exposed neck hole, it vomits oil onto Silver
Roll Reflex save >>195561Silver moves, but not fast enough,. He is covered in thick, viscous oil. His hooves do not raise easily from teh ground
Posey's turn
>>195562Posey takes a Total Defense action. She drops her polearm and shakily levitates a comb to her mane. She takes a move action to move further away from the creature.
Her cloudy eyes dart across the room, unfocused. She mutters to herself incoherently, her legs trembling as the throbbing cyst within her chest continues to burble and cry.
With permission, I would like to roll an Arcana check to see if there is a way to defeat this creature.
>>195565One, that slashing, and especially severing does seem to have an effect. Second, that the petroleum monster is constantly refreshing itself from the sources of oil from the bunkers and valves, although a single bunker remains open, with three of four bunkers and valves closed.
>>195565And Posey's mane is just...
Honestly the consequences to Posey's mane and coat are a "go mad with the revelation" kind of insight. It is better to be ignorant and not think about it.
>>195567Posey's turn is over.
Or maybe she's lucid enough to direct her unseen servant to close the valves.
Will save (DC 15)
[1d20+7 = (1+7) = 8] >>195562Eugh. Silver's
definitely gonna need a bath after this.
Kira looks around for the last remaining bunker.
>>195569>>195567That is: can she see the last remaining bunker?