“All right, I’m going to check it out.”
Phaeral glanced over at Nik.
“You stand back and get ready to grab me if the parasite jumps out and locks on. Though I’m not sure it behaves like that. It seems to me like it has to be placed. But you never know.”
He knew of things in nature that hid their true intent behind false appearances; spiders that spun trapdoors of silk, snakes that played dead. Only when their unsuspecting prey drew close did they spring out to attack.
He moved over to the door, took a deep breath, and opened it. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure Nik was right there before inspecting the vat with the blobby flesh. Phaeral saw a spherical mass of flesh sitting half sunken in a tub of brownish liquid. The whole thing had a sickening cooked meat smell to it.
“Ugh. This is vile. Okay, here goes.”
He crept forward and knelt next to the vat, slipping an arrow from his quiver. First, he used the feathered end to poke at the flesh and test its resistance. When the feathers got wet, he inspected them carefully to see if the brownish water or the contact with the flesh had affected them in any way. Perhaps it was acid. Then he would do other tests: poking the flesh lightly to see its reaction, then searching around the entire vat for traps or anything odd.
If he found nothing, he would consider other tests. He had two in mind that would directly harm the flesh to see if it reacted violently to being cut or burned with acid. But before he did those things, he would try to gather as much information as possible first.
- Actions |
Move action: to CP45, open door, walk to CR45 and kneel.
Standard Action: Search vat from all sides, take 20 on a +10 Search.
Free Action: None.
- Combat Stats |
Current AC: 18 (17+1 skirmish AC) (15 Flat-footed / 14 Touch)
Current HP: 31/50 remaining
Current Weapon in Hand: Composite Longbow
Conditions in effect: None.