Expedition: White Plume Mountain

"Are you suggesting the slime needs some fresh air?" asks Boide.

Ohica peers at the slowly shifting green gunk. Disease, huh? Ohica recalls her second cousin, who was also a bit of a black sheep by becoming a paladin. He would have been able to do something about this.

She could, too, with the proper prayer and invocation of Ulaa's strength. But her prayers have been in different direction so far today.

"She called it a disease. I can call upon Ulaa's might to cure this blight, but only after the appropriate hours of fasting, prayer and mediation."

Ohica listens to Boide's comment, then she peers at the slime again, billowing and roiling beneath the surface.

"Hmm. You're right."

Fire, she said...?

(OoC: would sacred flame work beneath the water? I guess I'll try.)


"On the other hand, we could just burn it in Ulaa's name."

She clears her throat.

"Ahem. Let us pray."

She begins the chant:

"Sacred Fire, Sacred Flame
Sacred Fire, Sacred FLAME!"

...and casts Sacred Flame on the slime. Note that Sacred Flame is radiant damage, not flame, despite the name.

Boide considers all this. "I suppose that might work. But how do you administer herbs and potions to something that you don't even know which side it goes in?"

While the others are trying to figure out a way to deal with the slime Tolvaj will take a closer look at the walls to see if there may be a way to climb around/over this thing.

OOC: Throwing out some rolls, just in case.

"Good work," nods Boide. He looks around the room to see if there's anything else of note.

Eithne beams at Ohica and lopes onward down the tunnel.

Barely pausing as he walks past Ohica, Tolvaj mumbles "Yes, well done, dwarf." and follows Eithne down the hall.

Ohica continues after the others, inspecting the corridor. How wide is it, and are they still wading in water as they continue? Like any disciple of Ulaa, this dwarf is fascinated by the construction of tunnels, chambers, and halls.

As he follows the others, Valinar's lights bounce up and down on the remaining bits of slime like a trampoline.

Boide strides purposefully ahead. His teachings seek comfort in battle, and so far it's been nothing but grime. Perhaps things will change further in.

Ohica continues splashing through the water down the 10' corridor, playing a game with herself that she's played since she was a little girl: Mental Map. Does it still feel like we're headed east, or are we heading in a different direction? Is the passage straight all the way back to the room with the Sphinx?

She looks around as they proceed, wary of further traps/obstacles.

Eithne stops at the fork and waits for the others to catch up.

"Seriously, another fork?" sighs Boide. He glances at Tolvaj. "Well, elf, do you see anything in either of 'em with your sharp eyes?" His tone indicates that if these passages are anything like the previous ones, they're not going to find any hints as to which one to take. But it wouldn't hurt to try.

Ohica peers at the north fork, to see if there's anything noteworthy about it.

"I can just make out some stairs heading up to a door, at the end of this tunnel..." Ohica reports to the others, while someone else goes to the corner to check out the southern passage, hopefully.

Valinar creeps up and peers around the corner to the southern passageway.