Dungeon Raiders: The Wolf's Den

[Kobold Stew]

"I thought I saw something," Bartleby explains. "Don't now.". He turns from Sulannus and addresses the party, "How are we doing? Anyone hurt and need healing? Given the nest of stirges, this can't be a regularly used corridor. That's encouraging -- less likely we'll be followed. Perhaps someone can help me move the door were came through closed?"

The adrenaline is still pumping through the dwarf's system, and he is clearly excited about pressing on soon.

 

[tuxgeo]

"Yes, I'm feeling a bit shaky," Aeiyan replies. "Some of them drained some of my blood."

He looks around at the scene of battle. "I'll help move the rock back into place," he adds, "but first I want to retrieve the hammer I threw. Maybe we can see if anything worth grabbing is lying on the floor here, too." He retrieves his thrown hammer, and tries to retrieve any of his spent ammunition that is still usable, then moves to work with the others to close the opening with the rock.

[OOC: Loot the area while we're still here.]

 

[tuxgeo]

After thinking about it a while longer, Aeiyan adds: "I could go on for a while without healing, but I should probably stay in the back if I do. Does that put a crimp into our plans?" He looks around at the others, as if trying to elicit further discussion about the issue.

 

[Kobold Stew]

"Nonsense!" insists Bartleby. "I can cure you if you need it."

He sheathes his scimitar, and rubs his hands together enthusiastically, generating warmth and clearing off some of the blood. He spits in his hands and rubs them on his trousers. Ready.

"Bend down here, let me see your neck," he offers.

OOC: if you want a cure wounds, roll 2d8+2, and take it! Dwarven druid to the rescue.

 

[Li Shenron]

It might not be possible to fully push the boulder back into place to completely close the entrance, since the boulder is essentially in the previous cave. If you push it back, you'll need to leave at least a small opening to squeeze yourself through, into the stirges cave again.

 

[tuxgeo]

"That's probably the wiser course," Aeiyan concedes. "No time like the present," he adds, bending down as indicated.
He shudders or trembles (it is hard to tell the difference here) as the magic courses through his frame, reshaping his flesh and restoring his vitality.

Healed: 2d8+2 -> [8,5,2] = (15)
Link http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4462442/
BBCode 2d8+2=15

[OOC: Nearly half of that was wasted: Aeiyan was merely down 8 HP, therefore wasted 7 of it. Na'theless, back to Full: 11 HP!]

Edit: "Thank you for your help," Aeiyan remarks.
[OOC: It's early morning here and I haven't had my coffee, so this just occurred to me. Of course Aeiyan thanks Bartleby for the healing: he was taught such basic courtesy from an early age. That's part of the beauty of roleplaying: politeness may be somewhat an afterthought for me, but it isn't for him.] /Edit

 

[Kobold Stew]

[OOC: Nearly half of that was wasted: Aeiyan was merely down 8 HP, therefore wasted 7 of it. Na'theless, back to Full: 11 HP!]

Not a waste at all: you're back to full. That's the goal.

 

[wedgeski]

Rejik stamps the remaining life from the twitching corpses on the floor and proceeds to help with moving the boulder.

[OOC: Str check if required: 1d20+2=10]

Bartleby's display, like he's about to chop wood instead of healing his injured comrade, elicits a quick bark of laughter. But then, maybe that was how all druids did it? He'd never met one, let alone a dwarven example of the breed. He makes a mental note to find out how that happened.

He climbs just far enough up the wall to shine the light from his holy symbol into the hole. Mindful of Bartleby's previous comment, he scans the cave beyond for signs of someone in hiding. "Rocks and more rocks."

[OOC2: Int check I believe for a search like this? Not that it matters lol. 1d20-1=2]

Edit: Speaking of roleplaying, in fact Rejik does *not* try to cover up his laugh!

 

[tuxgeo]

Now that Bartleby, Aeiyan, and Rejik have moved the boulder back into place as best they can, and have squeezed past it into the stirges' room, Aeiyan searches the fallen remains on the floor for anything useful: weapons, belts, ammunition, packs, bottles, papers, and so forth -- in the hopes that the paucity of traffic means that the last group through here has been untouched since their collective demise.

 

[Shayuri]

Sulannus can barely contain an expression of distaste as the others fall to the floor and grub about like starving peasants in a trashpile. Maintaining her dignity as best she can under these circumstances, she goes over to where the elevated tunnel leads out of the cavern and peers up at it. After a moment she looks around for a rock or something big enough and firm enough to stand on that can be moved over.