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Titus groans, wondering if you can be bruised on your entire body all at once, since that's what this feels like. Breathing hurts. Swallowing hurts. Twitching his fingers hurts. He looks around (yup, that hurts, too), trying his best not to move, then he hears Blunt's croaking call.
"I'm here," Titus says as softly as possible, coughing every couple of words and hissing at the pain it brings. "I think we won. Maybe. Or we're just getting fattened up for a sacrifice. But I'll take what I can get in the 'not dead' category as long as I can get it."
Titus falls into a fit of coughing, ending with. "Ow. Okay. Done talking."
OOC
Titus and Blunt are in a separate room from Shan and Sulannus, right? I'll amend if that's not the case.
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RA, does Dethar have a room at the Armpit? If so, where and how out of the way is it? Kel might risk searching his room - he's just about desperate enough.
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Impress the locals? Uh - give me a moment!
On his way to his own bed, Kelloran stops in on the visitors, to see how they're going. Going first to the two who were still unconscious when he left, he greets them and introduces himself, explaining how they came to be in the inn, and answering their questions to the best of his ability.
He then goes into Shan's room, to let him and the elf know that he is back. He decides not to mention the little problem of having spent the rent money just yet.
"Guess we're lucky you showed up, then, what with all of us in such a sorry state," Titus says to the young man visiting, giving a pained smile. "I'm Titus. Good to meet you. I owe you a couple, I think."
He pauses a second before adding, "You got all my stuff? Because I had a potion stashed in there. Did you happen to find that?"
"I was ... glad to help." For a second there the young man sounds almost puzzled, as if he had merely said the words as a pleasantry but then found them to be true.
"I think the paladin may have used your potion. He was the only one left standing - well, sitting, actually - when I made it down off the roof. He bound all your wounds."
"I was ... glad to help." For a second there the young man sounds almost puzzled, as if he had merely said the words as a pleasantry but then found them to be true.
"I think the paladin may have used your potion. He was the only one left standing - well, sitting, actually - when I made it down off the roof. He bound all your wounds."
Titus smiles ruefully, then winces.
"The one in armor was a paladin? Lucky man," he says. "Seeing as it sounds like I'm only alive because of him, the potion was well spent. Is he still around? When I can get up without feeling like I'll empty my stomach, I'll have to thank him, too."
*Shan silently considers what advice he could offer for a while before replying.*
"At another time I would have offered to escort you to a town with an Ilmatari temple, and I'm sure they'd reimburse you for the money lost due to aiding one in need. But as soon as I'm strong enough, I'll be trying to find that mage again, and free the girl if I'm able."
"I know that you can handle your weapons though, so it shouldn't be hard to find someone willing to hire you as a guard."
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Quote:
Originally Posted by Rystil Arden
I believe staggered == disabled.
If I've understood correctly, subdual==HP -> staggered; while subdual==HP==0 -> disabled. (Not modified for the -con rule.) If you're only staggered you don't take damage for performing standard actions.
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"The one in armor was a paladin? Lucky man," he says. "Seeing as it sounds like I'm only alive because of him, the potion was well spent. Is he still around? When I can get up without feeling like I'll empty my stomach, I'll have to thank him, too."
"Rest now. The cleric said that that was the best thing for you all. I'll come back after I've had some sleep myself."
Kelloran goes next door, to check on Shan and the elf.
"Rest now. The cleric said that that was the best thing for you all. I'll come back after I've had some sleep myself."
Kelloran goes next door, to check on Shan and the elf.
Titus, feeling as if he's just run a mile when all he's done is speak, nods his agreement to Kelloran's suggestion, and falls back into the bed, closing his eyes to rest and heal.
*Shan looks between Sulannus and Kel as he comes in, wondering if she will make any accusation. When she doesn't speak at once, he speaks of another concern instead.*
"Kel, good you're back. Do you have any healing supplies availible here? I was thinking of looking over everyone and make sure they're recovering well. Have the other two woken yet?"
*Shan looks between Sulannus and Kel as he comes in, wondering if she will make any accusation. When she doesn't speak at once, he speaks of another concern instead.*
"Kel, good you're back. Do you have any healing supplies availible here? I was thinking of looking over everyone and make sure they're recovering well. Have the other two woken yet?"
"What sort of healing supplies? Do you mean bandages and things? I don't think we do - but maybe Mara knows where we could lay our hands on some sheeting. I'll ask her."
"The other two are awake but not looking the best. Titus wondered what had happened to his potion - I told him I thought probably you had used it during the fight. Sorry."
"And I did use the potion, though after the fight was over really." Shan shrugs. "I wouldn't have been able to bind his--Titus was it?--and Sulannus' wounds without it."
OOC
I was thinking about this in the last post: "[To provide long-term care,] you need a few items and supplies (bandages, salves, and so on) that are easy to come by in settled lands."
During the exchange, Sulannus lies in bed silently, staring stonily straight ahead. Finally she cuts in with, "What about my things? My supplies, weapons, and armor. Where are they?"
Kel looks surprised at the elf's tone, then something hardens in his face. "Do you mean these supplies, weapons and armour which are by your bed? Or was there something else you wanted? Let me know next time you're brought in unconscious, and I'll be sure that as I sit up all night guarding you and your things, I pay particular attention to it for you."
The elf's eyes widen, but her cheeks color pink when she glances down to see her pack and things right there.
She swallows thickly and says, "Then it was you... I apologize. I assumed the warrior saved my life. My thanks for that then...Kell...Kelloran?"
Her head leans back against the wall and she focuses again on the ceiling.
"Everything has gone so wrong. After all that, to have the object of the fight stolen away. It's...it's unfair." She rubs her eyes delicately and shakes her head. "Kelloran, does our lodging here include food? Water?"
The elf's eyes widen, but her cheeks color pink when she glances down to see her pack and things right there.
She swallows thickly and says, "Then it was you... I apologize. I assumed the warrior saved my life. My thanks for that then...Kell...Kelloran?"
Her head leans back against the wall and she focuses again on the ceiling.
"Everything has gone so wrong. After all that, to have the object of the fight stolen away. It's...it's unfair." She rubs her eyes delicately and shakes her head. "Kelloran, does our lodging here include food? Water?"
"It was Sir Shan who saved you, Lady. I was simply able to offer shelter - and not very good shelter at that. Now that you're all awake, I'll organize food and drink for you."
Kel is mollified by the elf's contrition, and a little ashamed that he spoke so harshly. He leaves to find Mara and wheedle some food out of her (he doesn't want to face Dethar just yet). Then he goes to get some sleep, after getting Mara's promise to wake him in an hour, before she goes to her own bed.
Kel takes the food and a couple of flagons of water and ale (he doesn't know his way around the bar for nothing!) to the party's rooms, before dragging himself off to his bed. A minute later, Mara pokes her head around the door and wakes him - with difficulty. He thanks her and gets up, yawning prodigiously while working the kinks out of his neck.
Then it's back down to the bar, to catch up on his morning chores. He keeps an eye open for both Dethar and Zaltan, while trying to cudgel his brain to think of a way to raise the extra money he needs. Unfortunately he draws a blank.
Titus takes the nourishment with thanks. He chews slowly, drinks small portions, though he does get his fill. Then he falls back into bed again, resting fitfully, waking when his wounds throb and taking another swig of ale to try dulling the ache.
"I ever get the chance, I'm putting my pick in the brain of that weaselly transparent wizard for this," he growls in his half-sleep.
After a long, uncomfortable silence, the elf girl speaks to Shan.
"Shan? You are a great warrior among your kind, yes?" She looks over at him, her face struggling to be impassive, but a glimmer of hope escaping around her eyes.
*Shan looks over at the elf with surprise, almost beginning to chuckle before seeing her face and quickly takes on a more sombre look instead.*
"I've had some good training, better than militia certainly, but," he shakes his head slowly, "I've never been in anything like yesterday. In fact, except in drill, I haven't had any combat experience beyond breaking up a few brawls."
"I hope I don't disappoint, but why are you asking?"
She quickly masks her disappointment under her usual neutral expression and looks back up at the ceiling.
"It is my hope, now that I've arrived, to find some skilled and reputable comrades in arms, and together perform great deeds...deeds that will echo forever in story and song, long after even I am..."
Her voice trails off a bit as she speaks, and she suddenly stops and blushes a tiny amount.
"On the other hand, I suppose my 'Slaying the Mighty Boar' won't find its way to any bard's lyre any time soon. Especially with the near death of its heroine." She sighs forlornly.
"A deed is made greater by the risks it entails, is it not?" Shan says with a smile. "Still, I suppose the bards do not care much for songs on the odds overcoming you, do they?"
*He seems to get an idea suddenly and lies quietly a while, thinking it over. When he speaks again, he has a far more serious tone.*
"I have no great reputation and you've both seen and heard me tell of my skills; but if you would make this more fitting for a song, maybe you will try to track down this summoner and rescue the woman together with me? Of course there's no guarantee that a second encounter will go any better..."
*Kel takes a short nap, as all of the injured rest to recuperate from their harrowing ordeal. By the next day, everyone is feeling better, although the wound are still salient.*
(OOC: Anyone who is not disabled want to try a Heal check? If you do, you only get back 1 hp, but the people you heal might get back 4. Otherwise, everyone gets 2 except Kel, who isn't injured anyways)
*Kel takes a short nap, as all of the injured rest to recuperate from their harrowing ordeal. By the next day, everyone is feeling better, although the wound are still salient.*
(OOC: Anyone who is not disabled want to try a Heal check? If you do, you only get back 1 hp, but the people you heal might get back 4. Otherwise, everyone gets 2 except Kel, who isn't injured anyways)
The next morning, Titus again awakes to pain, but some tentative movements tell him he's not nearly on the verge of relapse that he was before the bedrest. Wincing as he rises, Titus moves to the wash basin and tries to clean up some of the stink he's accumulated between the fighting and the long bed stay.
"So, then Blunt, I think I'm finally good enough to move, which is worth its weight in ... something I don't have any more of, it seems."
With that, Titus moves over to his companion, inspecting the man's wounds and using his training to aid the monk in gaining strength.
OOC
Titus was disabled until this morning, I believe, so no Heal check yesterday, though he'll try it out today, assuming nothing else proves distrating.
Anyone who is not disabled want to try a Heal check? If you do, you only get back 1 hp, but the people you heal might get back 4. Otherwise, everyone gets 2 except Kel, who isn't injured anyways.
Shan'll do that, preferably with help from Kel and Mara.
"So, then Blunt, I think I'm finally good enough to move, which is worth its weight in ... something I don't have any more of, it seems."
With that, Titus moves over to his companion, inspecting the man's wounds and using his training to aid the monk in gaining strength.
"That might not be in your best interests," croaks an incapacitated Blunt. "If I had the strength, I'd smack you right in the mouth for backing out of the fight like that and leaving me with two of those cursed animals."
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Blunt now at 0 hit points and disabled :-)
__________________ DM: The only thing standing between you and the fiendish owl bear in this corridor is the Rogue. Sorceror: I cast Enlarge Person. On the Rogue. To block the corridor. Rogue: What the?!?!?! Hah! I get a Fortitude saving throw..... <rolls>.... <sigh>
Kel flies through the morning chores in record time. Then he goes upstairs to see how the adventurers are doing.
Kel hands over the healing supplies which he has been able to gather, and when Shan asks for his help in tending the wounded, uncertainly agrees.
"I've never done much of this sort of thing before. What do you want me to do?"
He goes from bed to bed with Shan, helping where he can. He observes with interest - if with some distaste - the cleaning of wounds and replacing of bandages, and listens carefully to Shan's directions and observations about the healer's role.
Sulannus watches Shan's face as he speaks, and nods. "We must prepare before hunting him this time. He is dangerous prey. Hopefully he'll think us too cowardly to come for him again though, and surprise will be ours."
She suffers herself to be tended; the worst wounds by far on her legs where the boar had its merry way with her delicate elven flesh. Shan and Kel notice however that the appearance of frailty that Sulannus' slight build presents isn't entirely accurate though. Though nothing like Shan's muscles or durability, she has some strength in her arms, and fortitude (or pride) enough to keep from crying out during the painful ministrations.
"That might not be in your best interests," croaks an incapacitated Blunt. "If I had the strength, I'd smack you right in the mouth for backing out of the fight like that and leaving me with two of those cursed animals."
"Backing out?" Titus sputters incredulously. "I was opening up the fight and giving the archer a clean shot!" the scruffy young man adds, tightening a bandage far more harshly than might strictly be required.
"If you want to chastise me for something, box my ears for stopping to tend you when I should have been putting my pick through one of those damnations."
"If you want to chastise me for something, box my ears for stopping to tend you when I should have been putting my pick through one of those damnations."
Blunt sits up from his bed and gingerly tests his footing as Titus protests. "Very well then, I shall have to box your ears twice," he says quietly.
"Of course, that is after I thank you for saving my life," he adds, bowing his head in thanks.
Blunt sits up from his bed and gingerly tests his footing as Titus protests. "Very well then, I shall have to box your ears twice," he says quietly.
"Of course, that is after I thank you for saving my life," he adds, bowing his head in thanks.
"Tell me, what have I missed?"
Titus smiles at the thanks and, keeping an eye out should Blunt falter as he stands, goes for the short version.
"Looks like the lot of us wound up nearly dead back there, but somehow we survived. The little one who keeps running in and out got us in here, then had to spend what we had to get us healed enough even to wake.
"Trail on that invisible whoreson is probably cold by now, but if it's up to me, I still want to try following it."
As Blunt looks especially wobbly, Titus puts a firm hand under his elbow to steady him.