Part 5: Moathouse Extravaganza the Second
Look! Zombies down the hallway. We should probably just sneak by before they notice us.
What kind of popamole attitude is that? We charge!
Ze Turning! It does nothing!
My face! Why is there a slime on my face!
Oh shit. Everyone but Roxorowski and Strangelove focus fire on the slimes. It's not like our piercing weapons can hurt the zombies for shit anyway.
By the power of Greyskull!
That slime just crawled up Mrowakus'es nose! Ewww...
Stop bleeding you pansy!
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! Strangelove! We could really use some help up here!
Oh, for crying out loud. Just hold still while Roxorowski finishes mincing up the zombies!
That went well. Another effortless victory!
Effortless!? Your reckless charge nearly got us all killed!
Have some faith in my strategic genius already. Let's loot this place and rest up at Chateau Spidey.
(And so they did. We identified our shit while we were at it)
(Back in the moathouse)
I think I found a secret door. Let's send the squishies down first!
Wait!
What!?
Nnnngh!
The Ghoul hit Strangelove in the ass and thigh! Who's got the potions of healing!?
Noone does, thanks to our cheapskate leader!
I heard that!
Good! You were meant to!
Brilliant strategy time, kids! Mrowakus, burn everything!
But won't that hit Strangelove as well?
He doesn't mind. Strangelove! Do you mind at all?
Nnnnng!
See? He's a true team player
Great. There goes our healer. We're doomed!
I think I can staunch the bleeding
See? all part of the plan!
Easy as pie. All the ghouls are dead, and now we get to lot the ch-AAAAAARGH!
I see your master plan includes forgetting to check for traps
Every container in the dungeon seems like it's intended for a party with masterwork thieves tools, of which the game has handily supplied none
We head back to sell our lewt and heal up, the blacksmith refuses to sell us masterwork weapons until we prove ourselves by bringing him the head of a giant. The bastard.
We head back again, pick a corridor at random and...
Holy shit! how could a crayfish that big live in a pool that small?
It's tearing Strangelove apart! He needs healing!
Defensive casting failed! I need a potion stat!
We don't have any left! Curse you, Ulminati!
The plan didn't include mutant lobsters!
Cheapskaaaaaate!
Ding! Gratz!
RIP, BROther Strangelove. Eaten by a mutant lobster, sans garlic butter.
That death was entirely avoidable, if only you hadn't been too cheap to equip us all with healing potions
Maybe. But would you really want to put your life in the hands of a cleric who fumbles his healing spell when it really matters? Let's loot his corpse and find a replacement.
Boor bastard. you deserved a better end than this
(Another loot chest we cant open on a natural 20, with 18 dex and maxed open lock
)
*ahem* Looking for an experienced cleric! Join us in purging the moathouse of darkness! Fame and riches await!
Sounds good, friend. Will there be wenches as well?
You'll have to negotiate that with Snozzy
HEY!
The rest of the moathouse update will have to wait until tomorrow