Service with a smile

As you sit around discussing your ideas and plans, there is a knock on the door, startling everyone. As you resheath your weapons, Jornath gets up and opens the door. A comely lass is standing in the doorway with a tray in her hands. On the tray, there is a mug of ale for each of you. She walks into the room with a very inviting shake of her hips to stand in the middle of the room. She looks around with a smile and says "Refreshments, complements of the house."

Seeing the comely waitress enter bringing the group a evenings' serving of ale, Coble rises to meet the woman. "Thanks be to you and to the mistress or master of this house for your hospitality." Taking a mug from the tray, Coble inhales deeply of the odor of the ale and looks closely at the brew to discern if possible, with his skills as an herbalist, if any foreign substance has been added to this mixture. Then taking a small sip (if everything seems all right), he drops a gold coin on the tray and suggests: "Bring these drinks around to the others if you will, and thank you again for your hospitality and the pleasure of your visit". Coble then moves to the side, again studying the nature of this brew for anything amiss.

Blake, tilts his head and says "Hey, do you guy's hear that buzzing sound?" He waves the serving girl off and says, "I've had plenty!"

Jacosa smiles at the men's enthusiastic reaction to the waitress perhaps more than the ale itself. She waves off the ale with a demure, "I was drinking wine, thank-you, and I shouldn't mix my liquors."

Myrage takes the ale happly from the tray, content with the distraction of the fine ale. "My thanks to you and the extender of this gift."

The ranger looks to the maid, grinning eagerly as he sees the Dwarf whisk the ale from its tray.

"My compliments to the inn keep, she keeps a very good house."

Myrage polishes off the ale with barely a thought, supping hard upon the final remnants of foam that cover the mug.

The waitress smiles at Myrage as he hands her back the empty mug. As she sets the mug upon the huge tray, she smiles at Rondad.....and the tray smashes Jornath in the face(OOC: 2hp dmg), knocking him to the floor. Her arms transform before your eyes into 8 wriggling tenticles. one reaches out and wraps itself around Rondad's feet, slaming him to the floor (OOC: 2hp dmg). Another reaches out and wraps itself around Coble, pinning his arms. From the beast's chest, a spiked projectile screams out and strikes Belak in the right shoulder (OOC: 4hp dmg), It's tounge streaks out, barely missing Tallandril's head. But it tilts its head back and laughs.

Tallandril rolls to one side and draws his shortsword in a single motion. Causing it to ignite, he swings at the creature's tongue, attempting to sever it.

The sword cuts through the tounge in one smoothe stroke, severing it cleanly, and cauterizing the wound at the same time. The creature lets out a gutteral scream.

While the beast is distracted Clayton will dodge around the melee and try to maneuver behind it and attempt to stab it in the back with a dagger.

Clayton silently pads around the creature, drawing a dagger. He moves into position behind it, and prepares for a strike. Just as Clayton moves to impale it, he pulls up short in surprise as the creature's head melds into it's body, and 8 eyestalks form on the top of it's neck, squirming this way and that, giving him no angle for a backstab.

Blake yells, "By the Great Mother" and leaps from the window sill with a hand axe and dagger in hand. Axe and dagger blur as he attacks the creature's tenticle that is wraped around Coble.

Blake's weapons move in perfect harmony as they seem to slice into the tenticle time and again. But as the woodsman looks closer, he sees the wounds heal themselves almost as soon as they are made. The flesh around the wound just seems to meld over the cut, closing it off. Coble struggles loosely, but fear starts to creep into his features as the coils start to tighten.(1 hp dmg).

Surprised by the sudden attack, Coble is shocked by the transformation and snaking ensnarement which grabs and holds him. Gathering his wits and his strength, he concentrates on manuevering his walking stick, to angle it upwards towards the tentacle which holds him. Aiming the stick at the tendril, he presses the sapphire button, triggering a cone of cold attack. He is as careful as he can be, to aim it up at the tentacle and not hit any of the others. He wishes to free himself from this foul creature and hopes this will help him to do so.

The blast of frost from Coble's staff streams straight up, freezing solid the tentilcle wrapped around his body, along with the ceiling, and most of the walls. With a fierce cry, Blake shatters the frozen limb, freeing Coble, who proceeds to back away from the creature, twords the wall. As his back hits the wall, 3 blue-white bolts of energy leap from his hands, striking the creature dead in the chest. The creature howls in pain, and renews it's attack with a fury.

"Why you stinking pile of dragon dung....die!!!" - this is in the loudest voice that anyone has ever heard a dwarf bellow.

Belak takes his trusty Battleaxe and tries to sever as many tentacles as possible.

Belak rushes in with fierce abandon, his battlerager tactics at their finest. He connects solidly with a severing strike to one of the tenticles.....and looks at his axe in surprise, not daring to believe it had absolutely no effect, the steel seeming to pass through without even touching it.

Rondad struggles against the tentacle wrapped about his body. With his sword lying on the floor, he is practically defenseless. He reaches to his belt and tries to pull forth a dagger. If successful, he'll try to sever the tentacle that holds him.

Rondad reaches into his belt, pulling at a dagger, sawing futily at the limb wrapped around his ankles. The burly man cannot believe that his dagger refuses to cut through the thing.

As Jornath unsheaths Tearulai and swings at this monstrosity, he yells, "Know you not that Tyr himself is with us? Surely though wilt die with this knowledge!" Having said that, Jornath swings a devastating blow towards this creature, hardly thinking about the blood that oozes from the corner of his mouth.

Jornath swings Tearulai forward in a terrible overhand strike, ripping through the torso, shearing off all four of the arm/tenticles on it's right side. It howls in an unearthly scream. One of the tenticles was the one holding Rondad. Rondad shakes it off and stands shakily to his feet.

The creature whirls about, focusing four of his eight eyes on Jornath, then a greenish arrow appears out of thin air and flies unerringly to splatter against Jornath's chest, showering him in burning acid ( OOC: 6 hp damage.).

"Aha! You have felt the might of Tyr, let the Fear of Him take you to the grave!" Jornath shakes off the effects of the acid and strides forward to challenge this demon again with Tearulai a-whistling through the air.

Tearulai's emerald blade whistles over Jornath's head, severing three eyestalks with one stroke. The creature screams once again, then four tenticles form in the middle of it's torso, two wrapping around Jornath's waist, the other two wrapping around the hands holding his sword. Jornath is jerked off the ground, and pulled tword the creature's chest, where a gigantic fanged mouth has formed. Jornath, for the first time in his life truly feels fear, albeit in a distant, foriegn way. The fanged maw rips through his armor, laying his ribs to bear. Jornath screams.(OOC: 12hp dmg)

Myrage, recovering from the initial shock of the transformation of the beast , rolls headlong toward the beast before springing high, sending his rapier toward one of the many eyes of the fiend.

Myrage leaps forward, swinging his slender sword at the eyestalks of the creature. The rapier hits home numerous times, but seems to harm it not at all. The ranger backs off, considering other courses of action.

Seeing his blade slice through the tongue with such ease, Tallandril attempts to maneuver into a position to strike at a single tentacle.

Tallandril watches in horror at Jornath's exposed ribcage. In a flurry, the rouge strikes at one of the tenticles flailing at the others. When the sword strikes, it severs cleanly through another limb.

Seeing the tentacle heal itself, Blake yells, "Use magic to kill it!" Blake looks back at the window sill with dismay. Dyerwaen is still sitting, sheathed, in the window sill, from when he was showing it to the group. Blake uses himself as a human shield to protect Coble, parrying attacks with his ax and dagger and sacrificing his body if necessary

The viscious onslaught delivered by the transformed maid and the determined efforts by the party to beat back this abomination, have crossed before Coble's eyes. Speaking to the party he bellows; "Naught but magic or blessed weapons have been able to harm this creature, use those magics or charms which ye have or find shelter."

Blake jumps in front of Coble, axe and dagger pumping furiously to keep two tenticles at bay.

Since it looks like a dagger wont do much good against this evil creature, Clayton will look around for something to light on fire. If this can be done then Clayton will try to attack the creature with the flaming object. If all else fails then Clayton will try to poke the creature in the eye with his dagger.

Clayton looks around and finds the broken leg of Jornath's bed, broken when Jornath was thrown across the room. He pours oil on it, strikes his flint, and it bursts into flame. He immedeatly strikes at the monstrosity, dong almost as much damage as he did with his dagger.

Jacosa stares, dumbfounded, at the creature before her. Moments pass, she watches in shock as it attacks her companions. Finally she snaps back to reality and draws her sabre and moves in to fight.

Just as Joacosa moves in for a strike, the creature suddenly lets loose with an unearthly scream, stands rigid, then drops Jornath, bleeding to the floor. The creature falls silent, its tenticles falling limp to the floor. It shakes for a moment, then explodes into a million gory pieces, showering the entire room and everyone in it with gore.

From the direction of the window you hear a voice. "Ye should be more careful about discussin' ye're plans in the open. Brings all kinds o' nasties" You turn to see a bearded old man in flowing green robes sitting easily on the window sill with a pipe floating silently in the air beside him......Elminster. "Well, are ye going to help the lad there," he points to Jornath "Or are ye to be standing there with your chins on your boots?"

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