Praosk spies Name Goes Here on the ground in front of a large orange slime. While it does not seem he is in immediate peril, he does look like he needs some assistance.
As Mark enters the next room he finds a corridor practically chocked with gently wafting steam. The disturbed air indicates someone has just sprinted through it. He can barely hear the muffled sounds of shouting and squelching beyond the veil of steam.
(since the trap just activated it has not yet reset)
The steam is uncomfortably warm, but no longer hot enough to burn. Soon, Mark finds himself exiting the steam into a large, hot cavern.
He is greeted by the sight of several other Looters in the midst of combat with three large, orange slimes wearing silly hats. A Blue and Yellow Looter appears to be taunting a dapper looking slime, A white Looter with blue tattoos lies in front of the second slime which appears to have an arrow in its head, and the third slime seems to be charging towards a Blue-Green Looter. A Wooden Looter is just visible beyond the skirmish, scouting the room.
Closest to Mark is the Black looter he saw before.
Xlprq backs up, at first, disgusted by the foul creature's gelatinous form, but when he gets too close to the steam to go any further, it's time to go on the offense.
He takes a quick breath, tries to steady himself, and grips his knives firmly in hand. Perhaps, if he hacked and slashed hard enough, he could clear a path through the darn slime. If nothing else, that theory would be a heck of a lot of fun trying to prove.
So, he cocked back both hands, lunged forward with what menace he could muster, and got down to business.
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
Star swells with pride as the slimes deflate, and get's even more existed when two new looters rush into the room. Seeing that some of his companions seem hesitant, he shouts out. "Rally, friends. We outnumber them two to one. We'll have them in no time."
As if punctuating this claim, he swings forward with a great cleave down on the dapper slime.
Heariing the confidence in the finely attired looter's voice, Praosk calls an audible. After helping Name Goes Here to his feet, he musters what alacrity he can summon and tries to position himself directky behind the mustachioed slime and steels himself for a sneaky hat-grab.
The Slime split down the middle at the blades touch, nearly separating it into two. Star notices it seems much easier to cleave the slime now.
In the moment just after the slime is attacked, Praosk is able to snatch it's top hat from its "head"
After a moment the slime begins to slowly pull itself together again. As it rises again, it turns towards Praosk and unleashes a horrible noise of rage. It seems truly enraged at the theft of it's dapper head-wear. The slime swells to attack Praosk.
"Never turn your back to an opponent!" He calls out as the slime turns its attention to the new looter. "I took from your mustache and noble bearing that you were a being of romance, but no creature with an ounce of romance in their heart would ever abandon a duel!"
He ran after it, swing his sword horizontal with all his might. It wasn't that, not properly, since he wasn't going to do it in two clean slices, but this creature didn't deserve the taste the secret technique of Oswin Roland.
Mark glanced at the ground finding a well sized stone upon the ground and quickly snatched it up giving it an experimental toss in the air deftly catching it before turning towards the Jester capped slime in the distance.
"Hey ugly!" The player yelled pitching the stone at the slime with a well aimed toss at the creatures headwear as soon as what he assumed was the front of the creature turned towards him, "Come and get some you daft desert." The avatar turned slightly and slapped what would have been the right buttock on a human, bending his left leg slightly to leap out of the way at a moments notice., "I bet you couldn't hit the broad side of a giant."
The slime wobbles backwards as it's back gives out under the strike of star's blade, a soapy orange liquid seeping from it's wound. The slime struggles to reforms but slowly bubbles away into a sloppy mess as it's body tries to overtax it's regenerative abilities.
As the slime dies, Star and Praosk can both see several shadowy objects floating in the gooey remains.
Willow finishes examining the room and then begins to look over the battle like a hunter watching its prey. Waiting and watching patiently, he follows his allies quick movements as the dance around the slimes.
Eventually an opening presents itself to Willow's keen eyes. He lifts his wooden staff and hurls it through the air towards one of the loose stalactites. A slime stood below, lured there unknowingly by Willow's allies as he waited for them to step into place.
Romans 8:31 What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?
1 Corinthians 13:1-3 If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
The stalactite groans as the stone weakens, then cracks with a sound like thunder before plummeting to the ground below. the slime confronting Mark is crushed immediately beneath the stalactite's heft. Mark and Praosk are nearly killed as well (being so close to the Slime), but manage to avoid being crushed, instead they are splattered from head to toe with the Slime's gooey remains. several large blobs are thrown around the room, there seem to be things in them.
Xlprq hacks and slashes at the slime before him, rapidly dicing it into pieces. Chunks fly off it in the assault coating Xlprq's arms and face. Soon the slime's regenerative factor can no longer keep up with the damage dealt and it bubbles away into heap of lifeless slime.
Star slowly puts his arm down from the fist pump and looks at the wound scalded into his unarmored shoulder. He would have to roll next time it was time to avoid a blast of something, simply sidestepping would not do. He rubs it, and calls out to those covered in goo.
"Clean that off quickly, I'm sure it would still digest you if it could."
He then looks over at the two newcomers. "Thanks for the help. Were you two running late or do they send in another group the moment one enters the dungeon?"
"They? If you mean the apathetic receptionist who chucked me the talisman and said, 'good luck, you're on your own', then I suppose you could say we were 'sent' in. I've had more hospitable invitations from an orc psychoanalyst. Hmph! Good sworplay, by the way, friend. What do you call yourself?"
Praosk starts scrubbing the slime off his person and while checking out the dashing, black top hat he snagged.