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<blockquote data-quote="Aust Thale" data-source="post: 6887294" data-attributes="member: 6804768"><p>~<span style="color: #FF0000">Pain.</span>~ </p><p></p><p>Aust felt the bite of the bolts nearly immediately after his released his arrow. The pain was instantaneous. The weakness took a moment. His composure waned. He had allowed his instinct regarding the Drow to cloud his judgment. He thought he could engage this Chuth and win. </p><p>The poison was fast-acting. He had observed as much from Chuth’s exchange with his retainer; however, Aust was not dead. He staggered backwards visibly in spite of himself, catching himself barely enough to stay away from Chuth’s eyesight. </p><p></p><p>(Aust Thale Save vs Poison crossbow bolt #1: 1d20+2 = 20 (took 4 rolls + 3 fate points to roll))</p><p>(Aust Thale Save vs Poison crossbow bolt #2: 1d20+2 = 17 (on 1st roll) )</p><p>(Both Saves vs Poison at DC 16)</p><p></p><p>~ <span style="color: #FF0000">Must be the rain. The poison is diluted. </span> ~ </p><p></p><p>A brief moment of focus, he accentuated his stagger to project more weakness. He took a deep breath and focused again. An image came to mind. A vignette in his mind. Remembering from years…no…decades ago…his brother. “Aust, what the hell did you say?” You aren’t allowed to speak in that tongue. Where did you learn that? Father will tie you to a pole and lash you like a goblin. I’d love to see him do it, but it would kill mother. You crossed the line.” Aust smiled. That smug little rodent pellet would presume to tell him what he could and couldn’t say.</p><p></p><p>~<span style="color: #FF0000">Bite me Chuth. I’m not dying in this mud. </span>~</p><p></p><p>The longer this went, the higher the chance both he and Chuth would encounter the Vulkyrie. Chuth had to sense that. He seemed supremely composed, but he was wounded also. Aust eyed the arrow in Chuth’s gut. Chuth had shot him on reflex, and now he was trying to collect himself. The key was to keep him off-balance. Surprising even himself, Aust cleared his throat and spoke calmly in a low tone, barely audible to Chuth. He wanted Chuth to strain to hear him. He spoke softly enough that Chuth wouldn’t hear him clearly. Loud enough that Chuth would be familiar with the words.</p><p> </p><p>“<span style="color: #0000FF">Dos hojjau Chuth. </span>“ Aust spoke in Drow…”You failed Chuth.”</p><p>“<span style="color: #0000FF">Xuat khaless jaluss.</span>” “Don’t Trust Anyone.”</p><p>“<span style="color: #0000FF">Usstan kyorl mina nin. Nind doer. Huertar.</span>”…”I see them now. They come. Hurry (with urgency.)” </p><p>Aust looks calmly but deliberately up and away from Chuth, a look of stifled fear on his face. </p><p><span style="color: #0000FF">“Maristo zhahus dosst houj. L'Vulkyrie orn cal udossa whol ol.</span>”…”Tonight is your failure, and the Vulkyrie will eat us for it.”</p><p></p><p>If and when Chuth turns to look as well, or if he hesitates, or even for a moment takes the crossbow a different direction or becomes unfocused, Aust bolts for a building corner and sprints with everything he has south and east toward another corner and away from the range of the crossbow. He focuses on moving swiftly away from Chuth and hiding from guards. He endures the pain of the crossbow bolts in his hand and arm until he reaches safety, then pulls the bolts from his limbs, putting them into his quiver. Assuming no more encounters, he carefully moves well east past Jabbar’s to avoid the Vulkyrie, guards, and Chuth. Unless Chuth is stupid, he’s focused on removing his own arrow and finding cover himself. Composure isn’t worth much if one is bird food.</p><p></p><p>[If Aust needs a bluff/hide check, please let me know.]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Aust Thale, post: 6887294, member: 6804768"] ~[COLOR="#FF0000"]Pain.[/COLOR]~ Aust felt the bite of the bolts nearly immediately after his released his arrow. The pain was instantaneous. The weakness took a moment. His composure waned. He had allowed his instinct regarding the Drow to cloud his judgment. He thought he could engage this Chuth and win. The poison was fast-acting. He had observed as much from Chuth’s exchange with his retainer; however, Aust was not dead. He staggered backwards visibly in spite of himself, catching himself barely enough to stay away from Chuth’s eyesight. (Aust Thale Save vs Poison crossbow bolt #1: 1d20+2 = 20 (took 4 rolls + 3 fate points to roll)) (Aust Thale Save vs Poison crossbow bolt #2: 1d20+2 = 17 (on 1st roll) ) (Both Saves vs Poison at DC 16) ~ [COLOR="#FF0000"]Must be the rain. The poison is diluted. [/COLOR] ~ A brief moment of focus, he accentuated his stagger to project more weakness. He took a deep breath and focused again. An image came to mind. A vignette in his mind. Remembering from years…no…decades ago…his brother. “Aust, what the hell did you say?” You aren’t allowed to speak in that tongue. Where did you learn that? Father will tie you to a pole and lash you like a goblin. I’d love to see him do it, but it would kill mother. You crossed the line.” Aust smiled. That smug little rodent pellet would presume to tell him what he could and couldn’t say. ~[COLOR="#FF0000"]Bite me Chuth. I’m not dying in this mud. [/COLOR]~ The longer this went, the higher the chance both he and Chuth would encounter the Vulkyrie. Chuth had to sense that. He seemed supremely composed, but he was wounded also. Aust eyed the arrow in Chuth’s gut. Chuth had shot him on reflex, and now he was trying to collect himself. The key was to keep him off-balance. Surprising even himself, Aust cleared his throat and spoke calmly in a low tone, barely audible to Chuth. He wanted Chuth to strain to hear him. He spoke softly enough that Chuth wouldn’t hear him clearly. Loud enough that Chuth would be familiar with the words. “[COLOR="#0000FF"]Dos hojjau Chuth. [/COLOR]“ Aust spoke in Drow…”You failed Chuth.” “[COLOR="#0000FF"]Xuat khaless jaluss.[/COLOR]” “Don’t Trust Anyone.” “[COLOR="#0000FF"]Usstan kyorl mina nin. Nind doer. Huertar.[/COLOR]”…”I see them now. They come. Hurry (with urgency.)” Aust looks calmly but deliberately up and away from Chuth, a look of stifled fear on his face. [COLOR="#0000FF"]“Maristo zhahus dosst houj. L'Vulkyrie orn cal udossa whol ol.[/COLOR]”…”Tonight is your failure, and the Vulkyrie will eat us for it.” If and when Chuth turns to look as well, or if he hesitates, or even for a moment takes the crossbow a different direction or becomes unfocused, Aust bolts for a building corner and sprints with everything he has south and east toward another corner and away from the range of the crossbow. He focuses on moving swiftly away from Chuth and hiding from guards. He endures the pain of the crossbow bolts in his hand and arm until he reaches safety, then pulls the bolts from his limbs, putting them into his quiver. Assuming no more encounters, he carefully moves well east past Jabbar’s to avoid the Vulkyrie, guards, and Chuth. Unless Chuth is stupid, he’s focused on removing his own arrow and finding cover himself. Composure isn’t worth much if one is bird food. [If Aust needs a bluff/hide check, please let me know.] [/QUOTE]
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