Leaving the magicked wall behind them, the party continue down the corridor that Sarah has already mapped out. The trip is uneventful, and the party rounds the corner rather peacefully.
At the next intersection, however, things have apparently become a little... weird. The ground appears to have been dug up - possibly from underneath - and there are several potatoes, emitting a strange green glow and some kind of ethereal whistling as they hover around. Small clumps of dry dirt occasionally fall away from their brown skin. Green tentacle-like vines emerge from each of the haunted potatoes, and thrash about as the party approaches.
[Thank Year_of_the_Fox for the idea of a haunted potato. There are 10 Haunted Potatoes currently.]
"Haunted Potatos? What next?!" Kit grumbles, and opens fire with the crossbow, trying to hit as many with one shot as possible.
ReplyDeleteGauronne brings his Lore skill and a Probe spell to bear on these eldritch vegetables. What the heck are they, are they in any way hazardous, etc etc etc?
ReplyDelete*take some oil from my bag and take abit of cloth, make the cloth wet with the oil and burn it, leaving a bit ob the cloth inside the oil bottle, throw it to make the bottle crash with the impact and all the oil burns around the potatoes*
ReplyDeletePointing his smaller weapon at the floating veggie, Mephis' face was screwed in an awkward look. "... haunted.. vegetables... with.. tenticles. Yeah. This is exactly what I signed up for."
ReplyDeleteOOC: A song in honor of unnatural potatoes! The tune is WALTZING MATHILDA, and the author is well-respected SF author Poul Anderson...
ReplyDeleteOnce a jolly trufan went to join a Westercon;
He had duly registered and paid every fee,
And he said when he saw what the waitress put before him there,
"You'll come a-bouncing, potatoes, with me."
Chorus: "Bouncing potatoes, bouncing potatoes,
You'll come a-bouncing, potatoes, with me."
And he said when he saw what the waitress put before him there,
"You'll come a-bouncing, potatoes, with me."
"Is this a musketball that was fired at Lexington?"
"No." said the waitress, "that is a pea."
"But," said the fan, "that is here within my coffee cup!
"You'll come a-bouncing, potatoes, with me."
{chorus}
"What" (said the fan) "is this gray-green greasy Limpopo,
"All set about with a strange fever-tree?"
"That," said the waitress, "is roast beef and salad too."
"You'll come a-bouncing, potatoes, with me."
{chorus}
"Is this a hippie-type that I see before me here
"Is it as hairy as hairy can be?"
"No," said the waitress, "that is your ice cream dessert--
"You'll come a-bouncing, potatoes, with me."
{chorus}
Upchucked the trufan, leaped into the swimming pool.
"You'll never take me alive!" cried he.
But his ghost can be heard by the call-girls at that swimming pool:
"You'll come a-bouncing, potatoes, with me."
OOC: Wait, how are we supposed to kill this thing? If he slice it, we'll get haunted hashbrowns. If we dize it up, we'll get haunted french fries. And pointy fries hurt. If we mash it with a blunt weapon, we get haunted mashed potatoes. What are we supposed to do? Summon a potato peeler of ethreal power, with +5 damage to green tenticles?
ReplyDeleteWilliam sees the haunted potatoes as he approaches and looks down curiously, and confusingly trying to remeber what was said during that DW episode. If one of them comes floating twoards the party in a demeaning way, he will dice it, else he will hold pat for the moment.
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