Cohost writing prompt: @slime-that — Ooze that’s really growing on the party
“You’re a cleric, are you?”
“Yes’m,” Hetty says brightly. The fighter narrows her eyes in what seems an awful lot like suspicion, which is strange. Clerics are ususally well-received, especially by adventuring parties; they’re useful. Never hurts to have someone in your corner who’s in good standing with the gods.
“Cleric of what?” the fighter say, and Hetty raises her brows a fraction.
”…Are there gods you have a problem with?” she says, tone balanced between caution and her own judicious share of suspicion.
“We had another cleric,” the fighter says dourly. “All the usual business; healing and support and all that. Slightly annoying on the evangelism front, but nothing a body couldn’t live with. Had a bunch of small oozes with him, but again: nothing you couldn’t live with.”
“Odd pets,” Hetty says.
“Oh, they weren’t,” the fighter says grimly. “Not pets. He was of the Font of Overflowing Slime.”
“Can’t say I know it,” Hetty says politely.
The fighter bares her teeth in something attempting to be like a smile. “In your favour,” she says. “He went off a while ago, we hit a city and he said he’d seek new souls to preach to. And then after he left, a week or so, we noticed....”
“Noticed what?” Hetty says, brow creased. Surely a cleric wouldn’t have stolen from them. Not, at any rate, a cleric of a god they hadn’t previously noticed was, uh. Like that.
The fighter holds out her arm, runs a firm finger up her vambrace from wrist to elbow. It leaves a perceptible mark — no, a void, a clean streak in a faint film of greenish—
“It’s on everything,” the fighter says. “I cleaned all this, this morning. Polished. Bleached. We can’t clean everything at once, and it spreads faster then we can scour it off, and goodness knows where we’ve spread it to under his aegis—”
She breaks off, perhaps aware that her tone is straying in the direction of high and thin and close to cracking, instead of gruff.
“You don’t know any spells to get things really, really clean, do you?” she says after a pause, overly casual. “Just while we’re interviewing, like.”
