Immersive Ink

Olaf will bash the ooze with the wooden chair, but he'll make sure he says out of it and doesn't let it cut him off from an escape route. He'll want to escape down the stairs rather than back out through the door.

If Josiane is in a position to bash, she'll bash.

But her priority is getting people clear of the monster's seeping advance. She is therefore trying to shepherd folk back down the stairs so Olaf and Dorgan have a clear line of retreat.

"Watch for the trapped step!" she warns her companions. (This time! )

ooc: Just to make it clear Wen is not going down the stairs he is just retriving his staff which he left by the stairs. Once he grabs that and sees Olaf continuing to fight he would turn to help.

Dorgan turns to see his friends fighting the ooze, sighs, shrugs his shoulders, and returns to the room. He draws his axe (not Mads Cold Iron Axe) and takes a chop at the ooze.

"Blind me teddy, I can't see", says Rufus in anger. "Is that you Gustave, can you please lead us out and sit us down to recover!", asked worried Rufus.
Rufus will sit down to rest his eyes by keeping them closed, and try also washing them with a little water. Waiting for his sight to return. "We need a healer Desmond, lets hope a member of our party can help soon".

The Reliquary

Gustave shields his eyes and hastens to retrieve the blinded hobbits... and the blinding light issues again; Armando reflexively looks away from the blast (the source of which seems to be the entire room), and even Rufus and Desmond/Mondes are offended by the repeating glare.

d20=13 (exactly enough) Gustave blinks hard white diamond shapes from his field of view for a moment, before realising that he can still see. before gathering up his comrades and guiding each with one hand.

"Fear not, dear hobbits, The Gustave is here, and sighted...for now at least", says Gustave, hoisting the blinded duo/trio to their feet.

"My dear Armando", he adds, still blinking stars from his eyes, "it seems that this room is determined to offend, and will not sit idly and let us pilfer its bounty".

"I thus recommend that you hold station while I secure the loot, ere we both - sightless half-pints in tow - err...make for the hills".

With this, he leads the halflings nearer the door then urges them to sit there. He grabs the gnarled staff from the wall, then returns to the table to inspect the sack, lock-box and other items.

Since Dieter can't quite get upstairs to effectively fight this ooze, he'll fall back to let the others come down. He is still mindful of the trapped step, though.

The Infirmary

Dorgan, Josiane, and Olaf all test their luck by attacking the ooze.

d20s=11, 14, 5, 14, 9, 4, three hits; damage rolls d6s=1, 6, 1

The ooze is suddenly confronted with food that fights back, suffering numerous blows from axe and wooden bludgeons. Dorgan's axe is a smoldering ruin of dissolving metal by the end of the round, and the chair and desk draw are breaking up under duress (but not dissolving in the slime).

| Each of our brave combatants saves versus wands/rays to avoid contact with the deadly stuff; d20s for Dorgan, Josiane, and Olaf = 14, 3, 11. Dorgan saves, Josiane and Olaf do not. |

Josiane and Olaf are repaid for their efforts with gouts of the foul substrate which blurt upon them like awful ropes of melted cheese. Josiane's leather carapace fizzes and sizzles just as violently as does Olaf's coat of mail. The pair have but moments before the stuff eats through to their own flesh!

The whole of the ooze is much scattered by all this, it is less a coherent blob now, and more a putrid mess of stringy slime upon everything in the room...

Wen would watch the brave efforts of the others and quickly offer Dorgan his staff after the Axe metals away. "Dorgan take my staff, it seems wood does not succumb to the vile blob." After handing off the staff Wen would be left with Torch and Dagger in hand. He would do his best to keep the blob away from Olaf and Josiane as they deal with their armor. If comes near he would throw the dagger into it first. If that does not buy enough time then retreat down the stairs with nothing left but to use the Torch as a primitive club.