Command Center
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Green liquid flows over you in a tidal wave of slime. It is hot and the smell hits your noses. It smells like wet moldy bread with just a hint of mint. Tempting? Perhaps not. A lot of mouths close.
Robert manages to surge forward fast enough that he can get to the door before the tide hits him. He doesn't get into the next room but he manages to grab the doorframe to prevent himself from being swept away. Air hisses around his head at his internal airsupply comes online and his face place turns green with slime. Almost blind, the noise obscures his ability to hear and he can not tell what is going on.
"Holy Mother" Namfoodle manages to utter before taking a face full of slime. He whirls down the passage banging into the walls. Blood mixes with slime. Slime rolls down his throat. Namfoodle throws up underwater. I'm not going to go into a lot of detail. It's just as horrible as you imagine it is. No, a little bit worse than that.
Connaught manages to grab part of a ladder, or perhaps its just a pipe. Luckily it's not boiling hot or freezing cold. It wouldn't be the first time someone falling had grabbed onto something and then let go. Connaught is engulfed by slime. Not strong enough to make any headway, he tries to drink a potion of Bull's strength. Then he has a fun experience. Slime and muck, and not a lot, head on down with the potion. Connaught gets to experience the thrill of throwing up underwater too! The potion functions at half effectiveness, giving him a +2 enhancement bonus to his Strength score for the next hour.
Glod is able to move before the green wave hits and grabs onto some pipes. He is able to move slightly behind the pipes so that the "water" his the pipes. He hears a loud groaning sound but the pipes hold. He isn't swept away but is covered in slime. Glod scrambles around for his force generator and activates it underwater.
There is a loud, but very low, base, sound as the water explodes away from the force generator, creating a void bubble. The generator starts to hum loudly without air-cooling and the bubble starts to shrink. There is nothing in the bubble - no air. It's a true void. This is forcing some of the slime away from Glod but it's not especially helping the situation.
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Thirty Seconds
It's just thirty seconds. Heck thats five combat rounds. I can hold my breath that long. Robert can breath normally. But trapped in a fairly small room filled with hot green slime and your half digested lunch, it seems like forever. The slime pours and pours like a river.
Namfoodle is pinned on a grate. Connaught dangles from pipes. Robert clenches the door frame. The slime is hot and hateful. A wave of dark emotions pass by. It, they, want you. For a time, for a short time, you want them. It would be easy to let go and be swept along by this mob of souls that washes by you.
There is little mercy in this devastated world. There is no Yamato bringing back the Cosmic DNA to make everything better. The world is a desert invaded by lunar aliens and they are well on their way to winning their war. Just give up. It would be easy. Just surrender, let go, breath in and it will all be over. No more pain. No more cares. Just slide through Neddirpik greasing it's gears with hate.
Then, suddenly it is over.
Connaught wipes slime from his face and can make out the main entrance to the command deck just past Robert in his armor.
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A green figure stands before Robert. He holds in on hand a curved blade, broken about halfway up. There is a red bandana on his forehead and his clothing has almost disolved. He's still got most of his teeth.
Hammer steps forward and drives his blade into Robert's helmet. The broken sword punches through the armor and drives right through the helmet to jut out on the other side. Robert can see a shaft of steel right beside his head and his left ear hurts something feirce (1 pt of damage) but it missed his skull because Robert cocked his head to the side. Hammer kicks Robert in the gut as he tries to pull the sword out.
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Better give me some combat actions.
Namfoodle and Connaught take 1 pt of Constitution damage from the slime they have injested, even though they threw it up.
Mark Charke
My next move will depend on how my spell works out. If it takes hold, I'll Cast some other spells, otherwise I'll start looking around for some weapons or something.}