Einhard:
Retrieving his spear, Einhard charged forward toward the creature and thrust it toward its empty eye sockets. "I'll try to hold this thing off." he shouts. "Is anyone able to help Brodd?"
12:14, Today: Einhard rolled 20 using 1d20+1. Melee Attack (spear).
12:15, Today: Einhard rolled 5 using 1d8+1. Damage (spear).
[Critical Hit by Fighter does maximum damage (9 points)]
Einhard's spear pierces transparent flesh into floating red organ that approximates its heart. With an inhuman screech and its antennae flailing sparks everywhere, the beast finally goes silent. It slides off the spear with a great splash, and the inky depths of the tank slosh back and forth as the only memory of its presence.
[3 XP to all combatants]
"I tellz ya dis ting is BROKEN!" shouts Yagi as she peers down the tube of the strange device.
"Ain't nuttin' in here but..."
There's a sudden CRACK along with a lound TING against the wall that echoes through the chamber, heralded with a puff of sulphurous smoke. A splash of blood races across the floor. The goblin shaman falls to the ground, lifeless.
Having cheated death more than once, it seems her luck has finally run out.