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Post by Gregor on Jan 14, 2009 22:30:13 GMT
Gregor slumps onto the floor, gripping his hands tightly close to his chest. "erm.... Little help?" he says to the rest of the party. will need to post dmg resistance tomorrow (on my cell again) tnlesr the DM wants to do it for me??[/color]
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Post by Dirac Sil on Jan 14, 2009 22:33:47 GMT
Meldorac makes up for lost time to rush over to see the wounds of the mage, looking quickly around for the healer and herbalish.
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Post by Bonnie Sommer on Jan 14, 2009 22:42:47 GMT
Bonnie pays the two Giaks she has downed little attention. She walks over to the mage and takes a closer look at where the Giak hit him.
"You had better sit down. I'll try to stem the blood-flow."
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Post by zipp on Jan 14, 2009 23:15:49 GMT
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Post by Michael of Eshnar on Jan 15, 2009 0:44:55 GMT
Michael comes over to attend to those wounded, but it is clear he is still shaken by the events that have just transpired. Terrible dice rolling Healing roll (3d20) = 1, 2, 8.
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Post by zipp on Jan 15, 2009 5:23:32 GMT
At this point, Gregor has to take some damage and all of you have to decide what to do next. Owain isn't back yet. It's been two hours.
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Post by Gregor on Jan 15, 2009 7:40:50 GMT
Gregor lays back and tries to rest a bit.
"I'll be ok, just need to..."
Gregor reaches under his robe with his hand.
How much damage am I taking? See my board for a question.[/color]
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Post by zipp on Jan 15, 2009 7:54:21 GMT
Whoa Gregor, getting risque there!
Gregor pulled out a small bottle containing a blue liquid. Uncorking it, he downed it, and his wounds seemed to close instantaneously. Such was the power of laumspur, taken when wounds were still fresh.
With that taken care of, the main thing you all need to decide now is whether to continue to wait for Owain, and if so, for how long. Or do you send someone after him and risk getting seperated? Or travel after him as a group, trying to track him?
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Post by Gregor on Jan 15, 2009 8:55:40 GMT
Well.... it seems silly that we've just got the camp ready and then just leave it to go looking for Owain. Besides he has Trenton with him so he'll be fine. And Gregor would like to eat and rest. Please [/color]
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Post by Bonnie Sommer on Jan 15, 2009 17:23:51 GMT
Bonnie stays in the camp. She's reluctant to leave it.
OOC:ishly Bonnie is not going to help Owain of her own accord. If somebody wants to help out taking the leadership role might be an idea at this point.
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Post by Dirac Sil on Jan 15, 2009 18:40:59 GMT
Meldorac looks around the group, but the border ranger and the mage seem content that the Giaks were rogue, and not part of a larger group that might be attacking Trentor and Owain at this time.
He looks o his saddlebag before remembering something and slming is shoulders. He instead walks instead over to Bonnie. "You have some skill with the short sword," he remarks flatly, "mine is for show and as a last resort. Perhaps you can show me some beginner's technique? The road appears...troublesome ...already."
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Post by zipp on Jan 15, 2009 19:40:24 GMT
I may actually let Bonnie teach you short sword proficiency, if she's interested. It would require many skill roll successes from both you for many scenes, but hell... why not?
Feel free to finish up any conversations or make any basic actions. After about fifteen minutes have passed, the following occurs...
While everyone is engaged in their activities, none of them fail to hear a sudden tearing of the underbrush around the camp. Something is out there, and it's coming your way.
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Post by Bonnie Sommer on Jan 15, 2009 21:39:59 GMT
"Perhaps Owain but it might as well be more unwelcome guests. Take cover and prepare to launch an attack," Bonnie says.
Bonnie heads over to some trees (away from the sounds) unshoulders her bow and prepares to fire when someone enters the clearing.
Answer to Meldorac: "I will teach you some tricks with the sword, my price is that for the rest of this journey you take an active part in setting up camps.!
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Post by Dirac Sil on Jan 15, 2009 21:45:42 GMT
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Post by Brother Owain on Jan 15, 2009 22:14:44 GMT
Suddenly two bedraggled-looking figures come staggering out from the trees. One is Owain, his robes far from their pristine condition of a few hours earlier. The other is an exhausted-looking Trenton. "Well, I found my herbs," says Owain, attempting humour when he regains his breath sufficiently. "And more. Drakkarim, Giaks, Doomwolves and for the last hour we've been chased by a mounted Gourgaz, though I think we managed to put it off the scent. These woods are crawling with Darklanders."
Owain then falls silent and leans heavily on his staff, trembling slightly.
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