Impact Scripts: Critical & Mortal Damage vs. Aboleth

Intro & Reaction

Striking an aboleth feels like hitting a nightmare wrapped in wet leather: dense, boneless mass under yards of rubbery, slime-slick flesh. Your weapon bites through layers of cold, translucent mucus before it even finds muscle, and every impact kicks up cloudy swirls of greenish blood that vanish into the surrounding water.

When it’s hurt, the creature doesn’t flinch like an animal; it ripples. Segments of its vast body knot and unknot in slow tidal spasms, tentacles lashing with an unnerving, deliberate rage. Its three lidless eyes never blink, even when pierced or burned, and somewhere behind them you feel the pressure of an ancient mind taking precise note of your every cut.

Physical Damage

➤ Bludgeoning

Critical Hits

1. Your blow dents the aboleth’s flank inward, jellylike flesh sloshing aside as a wave of green blood blooms through the water while it thrashes in tightening coils around you.
2. The impact snaps one tentacle against its own armored ribs with a crack like a breaking oar, and it retaliates by hurling its bulk forward in a furious, churning charge.
3. You hammer its jawless mouth sideways, grinding needle-teeth against each other in a spray of shattered enamel as it reels, tentacles whipping blind in every direction.
4. The strike ripples down its length, compressing organs like a squeezed wineskin so cloudy mucus and blood belch from its vents while it retreats in a spiraling, defensive arc.
5. Your crushing blow slams the creature into the cavern wall, leaving a smear of slime and blood as it peels away and circles you, body shivering with murderous intent.

Critical Finishers

1. Your final strike caves its head against the stone, eyes bursting like overripe fruit into the water as its massive body unwinds and sinks in a slow, boneless spiral.
2. You smash deep into its central mass, collapsing organs with a sick, wet percussion until the tail goes slack and it drifts belly-up, blood misting the dark around it.
3. The blow drives the aboleth down into the silt, half-burying its skull; tremors run along its length, then its tentacles unspool and float free as the ancient mind finally gutters out.

➤ Piercing

Critical Hits

1. Your weapon punches through rubbery hide into a pressurized pocket, green blood jetting out in a twisting ribbon as the aboleth coils away and rakes past you with its tail.
2. You spear clean through one of its glaring eyes, vitreous jelly clouding the water while it convulses, remaining eyes fixing on you with focused, burning hatred.
3. The thrust buries itself between slime-slick ribs, snagging on cartilage; as you wrench free, a trail of membranous tissue unravels and it wraps a tentacle around you in panicked fury.
4. Your strike skewers a tentacle to its own body, flesh puckering around the wound as it tears itself loose with a meaty rip and surges forward in a vengeful lunge.
5. You drive your blade through the soft underbelly, feeling it scrape along something pulsing within as the aboleth twists violently, trying to drag you deeper into the dark.

Critical Finishers

1. Your weapon pierces straight through the cluster of organs beneath its throat, hot blood and shredded tissue billowing out as the aboleth uncoils and drifts lifelessly downward.
2. You lunge up through its gaping mouth, the point erupting from its crown; the three eyes dull at once as its vast body slackens and slowly lists onto its side.
3. The final thrust perforates it along the spine, leaving a string of widening wounds that spill blood like ink as the creature curls inward and then lies still, sinking into silence.

➤ Slashing

Critical Hits

1. Your blade carves a long, ragged trench down its flank, layers of pale muscle flowering open while the aboleth writhes, staining the water with streaming veils of green.
2. You hack across the base of several tentacles, nearly severing them; hanging by strips of flesh, they twitch independently as it lashes the intact ones in a frantic barrage.
3. The slash opens its underbelly, translucent membranes parting so coils of glistening viscera glimpse out before snapping back as it jerks away, surging upward in pained fury.
4. Your sweeping cut splits one of its staring eyes in half, vitreous humor leaking like spoiled milk as it reels, thrashing the water into a storm around you.
5. You rake your weapon along its back, shaving away fin and skin in a spray of shredded scales; the aboleth arches, emitting a low psychic keening as it wheels to strike again.

Critical Finishers

1. Your final stroke decapitates most of the head, jaw and eyes shearing away in a cloud of meat while the rest of the body spasms, then slowly unspools into stillness.
2. You cleave diagonally through its core, opening a gaping canyon of flesh from gills to tail; organs spill out in slow, weightless ribbons as the aboleth’s coils slacken and fade.
3. A brutal horizontal cut severs its body nearly in two, backbone and sinew tearing apart as both halves twitch independently, then drift downward like sinking, boneless wreckage.

Elemental Damage

➤ Acid

Critical Hits

1. Your strike drives corrosive fluid deep into its flesh, aboleth slime blistering and sloughing away as it whips in circles, clouding the water with burning shreds.
2. Acid splashes across its gill-slits, membranes bubbling and peeling like wet parchment while it convulses, bolting into a frantic spiral around you.
3. The aboleth’s own mucus reacts violently, frothing where your acid lands, skin pitting into cratered wounds as it barrels past, scraping against rock in panic.
4. Your attack etches glowing burns along its tentacles, segments thinning to skeletal cords as it thrashes wildly, smearing dissolving flesh through the surrounding murk.
5. Acid carves channels down its broad back, fat and muscle liquefying into greasy ribbons while it dives hard, seeking deeper darkness as its body smokes.

Critical Finishers

1. The acid eats straight through its core, organs collapsing into a collapsing slurry inside split skin as the aboleth curls inward and sinks in dissolving silence.
2. Your final splash coats its head, eyes melting into running jelly and teeth dropping free as the whole titanic form unravels into drifting, bubbling strips.
3. The wounds along its length merge into one vast corroded gap, backbone exposed and hissing before it snaps, leaving the corpse folding slowly into itself.

➤ Cold

Critical Hits

1. Your freezing assault flash-hardens its slime, turning the outer flesh glass-brittle so cracks spiderweb across its side as it twists away in shuddering beats.
2. Frost races along its tentacles, joints stiffening until several snap with muffled pops, and it rolls its bulk, moving in jerky, agonized lurches.
3. The cold clamps around its gills, ice crusting over tender membranes; it heaves in slow, ponderous spasms, desperate to keep its sluggish body moving.
4. Your chilling strike leaves a crystalline sheath over one staring eye, freezing the orb solid as it reels, navigating by psychic fury instead of sight.
5. Sheets of rime cling to its underbelly, weighing it down so every thrash feels delayed, the aboleth’s movements becoming a grudging, glacial circle around you.

Critical Finishers

1. Cold locks its entire body into a single tortured arch, muscles frozen mid-spasm before the enormous shape fractures, sinking in jagged, lifeless chunks.
2. Your final burst of frost turns its blood to slush, veins bulging and bursting beneath the skin as the creature slackens, drifting downward like a frozen carcass.
3. Ice blooms deep in its organs, the great body seizing once before all tension leaves it and it slides into the depths, trailing glittering shards.

➤ Fire

Critical Hits

1. Your flames sear through the surrounding water, boiling its mucus into streaming clouds as patches of flesh char and blister, the aboleth recoiling in frantic loops.
2. Fire clings to its slime like burning oil, skin blackening in streaks while it thrashes so violently the water roils with scalded foam.
3. Superheated steam erupts from the wound, splitting rubbery hide; the aboleth wriggles in agony, leaving a wake of drifting, cooked membrane behind it.
4. Your blazing strike scorches across its eyes, lids and flesh fusing into a melted mask as it wheels, navigating by rage and memory alone.
5. Tongues of fire bite into its tentacles, cooking them to curling, blistered cords as it lashes them wildly, smearing flaming slime through the surrounding dark.

Critical Finishers

1. Your last gout of flame tunnels into its body, organs cooking and bursting under the hide until the aboleth sags, smoking, and rolls listlessly to the bottom.
2. Fire races along its length, igniting its own slime in a chain of underwater explosions as the great form burns hollow and crumples in on itself.
3. Superheated water peels its flesh from the bone, skin slipping free in long, charred sheets while the skeletal bulk drifts downward, lights dimming in its ruined eyes.

➤ Lightning

Critical Hits

1. Lightning spears through its mass, every tentacle snapping rigid as faint blue veins flare along its hide and it whips away, trailing fizzing arcs across the water.
2. The bolt punches through its head, jaw clenching so hard teeth crack while its eyes glow briefly, then it shudders and barrels forward in a half-controlled charge.
3. Your crackling strike races along its spine, muscles contracting violently so its body knots itself into a tight coil before springing outward in a chaotic thrash.
4. Electricity burns branching scars into its flank, skin puckering around charred lines as it jerks and stutters, movements suddenly uneven and twitch-shot through with spasms.
5. The shock detonates pockets of gas in its organs, sending bubbles and blood bursting from its vents while it corkscrews upward, disoriented and furious.

Critical Finishers

1. A final thunderbolt freezes it mid-stroke, every tentacle locked in a grotesque spread before the light dies and its colossal form slowly collapses, lifeless.
2. Lightning cooks its core from within, organs bursting into clouds of steam that vent from eyes and gills as the aboleth slumps and drifts, inert.
3. The surge severs its nervous command, leaving the vast body instantly limp; it tumbles end over end into the depths, faint sparks flickering out.

➤ Poison

Critical Hits

1. Your venomous strike sinks deep, and you watch dark stains creep through its translucent tissues as the aboleth’s movements grow erratic, tentacles dragging behind in sluggish waves.
2. The toxin knots its muscles, segments of its length bulging and clenching while others sag, leaving it swimming in crooked, stuttering arcs around you.
3. Poison clouds its eyes to a murky green, tears of slime trailing from them as it sways, briefly disoriented before doubling down with desperate aggression.
4. Your tainted blow turns its own mucus against it, slime around the wound thickening into a choking paste while it coughs clouds of bloodied froth into the water.
5. Venom seeps along its gills, making each breath a labored convulsion; the aboleth slows, tailbeats losing rhythm as it circles warily, conserving failing strength.

Critical Finishers

1. The poison finally collapses its organs, internal tissues liquefying until the colossal body loosens, folding in on itself as it sinks like a rotting, hollowed husk.
2. Toxin climbs its spine, paralyzing tentacles one by one until they hang motionless; its eyes dim together as the ancient mind ebbs and the corpse drifts.
3. Your last venom-laced strike overwhelms it, blood turning black and syrup-thick as it curls into a loose spiral, then unravels, lifeless, across the seafloor.

➤ Thunder

Critical Hits

1. Your thunderous blow detonates against its side, shockwave rippling through flesh so violently that skin splits in rings as it reels, churning the water into chaos.
2. The concussive blast hammers its head, forcing slime and blood from gills and vents; it staggers in the water, then lunges with wild, disoriented fury.
3. Thunder rolls along its length, bursting small sacs inside; bubbles and gore stream from fresh tears as it bucks and spins, battering nearby stone in blind pain.
4. Your resonant strike rattles its skull, three eyes shuddering out of alignment as it sways sluggishly, tentacles dragging trenches through the silt below.
5. The sonic impact collapses sections of its flesh inward like punched dough, leaving wobbling craters while the aboleth shudders and retreats, leery of another deafening blow.

Critical Finishers

1. A final concussive blast ruptures its core, internal organs pulped into a drifting cloud as the body folds and falls, a great carcass settling into silence.
2. Thunder shreds its brain to slurry, eyes rolling in different directions before slowly stilling as the titanic corpse slumps downward, limp and unresisting.
3. The shockwave tears its body along old scars, splitting it into sagging segments that drift apart, each twitching briefly before going utterly still in the dark.

Esoteric Damage

➤ Force

Critical Hits

1. Your forceful blow caves a deep hollow in its flank without breaking skin, muscles rippling inward as the aboleth whips backward, stunned and wheeling.
2. Invisible pressure slams through its body, tentacles snapping straight as organs shift audibly, and it recoils in a tight spiral, flinging debris-filled water.
3. The impact punches a clean crater along its spine, flesh rebounding like struck jelly while it bucks, tail smashing rock in reflexive, panicked violence.
4. Your strike hurls the aboleth sideways, its massive form skipping through the water and cracking against stone before it rights itself, trembling with fury.
5. Force ripples through its head, eyes bulging and bloodshot as its jaw clamps involuntarily, then it rushes you, movements erratic and shuddering.

Critical Finishers

1. Your final blast crushes its body inward from all sides, bones snapping like twigs inside gelatinous flesh as the aboleth implodes and sags, lifeless.
2. Force tears it free from its own buoyancy, flinging the colossal form against the cavern wall where it hits, hangs broken, and slowly drifts down.
3. A focused shock compresses its organs into one mangled knot, tail and tentacles going instantly limp as the corpse rolls once and descends into darkness.

➤ Necrotic

Critical Hits

1. Your necrotic strike blackens its flesh in branching veins, slime turning tar-thick around the wound as the aboleth shivers and pulls back, visibly withering.
2. Rot blooms along its tentacle where you touch, skin thinning to parchment over exposed sinew while it recoils, clutching the limb protectively against its bulk.
3. The water chills around the wound as tissues grey and sink, and the aboleth’s movements slow, each stroke heavier, like it’s dragging centuries of exhaustion.
4. Your death-tainted blow withers a section of its gills, flesh crumbling in soft flakes as it heaves for water, thrashing in sluggish, desperate arcs.
5. Necrosis races across one eye, clouding it to milky white while dark fluid leaks from the corners and it turns its remaining gaze on you with hate.

Critical Finishers

1. Necrotic energy floods its core, organs shriveling into brittle knots; the aboleth curls in on itself like drying kelp, then collapses into a drifting husk.
2. Your final touch rots its massive body from the inside out, skin sinking over hollow cavities until it tears, spilling dust-dry remnants into the deep.
3. Decay races the length of its form, color leaching to corpse-grey as tentacles crumble at the tips and the ancient thing finally stills, sagging into oblivion.

➤ Psychic

Critical Hits

1. Your psychic assault lances through its mind, and its body convulses in perfect silence, tentacles knotting into painful coils as its eyes flicker with static terror.
2. The blow shreds ordered thoughts into howling fragments; its flesh ripples in chaotic pulses while it swims in crooked circles, momentarily forgetting which way is up.
3. Invisible pressure clamps around its consciousness, jaw grinding and eyes dilating as the aboleth thrashes wildly, smashing into stone it fails to perceive as solid.
4. Your mental strike makes its own memories turn predatory, muscles spasming as it reacts to unseen threats, lashing at empty water in frantic, disoriented fury.
5. Psychic pain tears a wordless scream from its mind, echoed as a low, tremoring vibration through its flesh as it reels back, clutching its skull with writhing tentacles.

Critical Finishers

1. Your final psychic blow ruptures its ancient awareness, eyes glazing as its will snaps, and the colossal body slackens, drifting like abandoned meat through the dark.
2. You shred the core of its mind, unraveling millennia of thought in a heartbeat; its tentacles uncoil bonelessly and it sinks, empty and utterly still.
3. The assault detonates its psyche into gibbering shards, leaving only instinctless flesh; the aboleth’s movements stutter once, then stop as consciousness leaves and the carcass tumbles away.

➤ Radiant

Critical Hits

1. Radiant light sears through its slime in a blazing line, boiling corruption from the wound as the aboleth recoils, leaving a trail of shining blood.
2. Your strike brands a holy glyph into its flesh, burned tissue glowing from within while it writhes, tentacles flinching away from the lingering brightness.
3. Radiant energy floods one of its eyes, turning it into a blazing pearl that then bursts, and it reels, blinded on that side and hissing.
4. Light knifes along its underbelly, purging diseased mucus into steaming vapor as the aboleth folds its body inward, trying to shield itself from your glare.
5. Your luminous blow carves through foul growths along its hide, cauterizing rot into cracked, white scars while it surges past you, desperate to escape the radiance.

Critical Finishers

1. Radiant power spears through its heart of corruption, light bursting from gills and eyes as the aboleth’s flesh unbinds, dissolving into clear water and drifting ash.
2. Your final, blazing strike floods its massive form with cleansing fire, burning away slime and shadow alike until only a pale, weightless skeleton sinks from view.
3. A sunbright flare swallows its outline, sanctified brilliance unraveling muscle and memory alike; when the glow fades, the ancient horror is gone, leaving only fading motes.