Lethal Suckage
Steeling everyone with knowledge of what fae saw in the room they constructed a plan. Drash opened the door, an orange glowing blob detached from the ceiling, a leechlike mouth greeted him. It charged through the air, a missile of wet flesh. He was ready, his shield met the teeth of the thing as he felt an intense heat radiate off of it. In one single swing of his pick he skewers the thing, bursting it like a balloon full of fire. Mekinimini and Amyl blitz the room. Mekinimini swings her staff in an unflinching arc directly at a red flying leech, bursting it into another puff of fire. Amyl’s sword is quick and ruthless, aiming for the one glowing in the newest colors, its blood is all that remains on faer blade. Three down, six to go. But soon the three find themselves swarmed, two blue beasts hone in on drash latching on and draining him of his precious heat. A pair of green ones surge at Mekinimini, the first dodged with ease but the second found the mark. Her skin begins t...