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Surgeon watches Falk scurry up the tree and then turns and looks forlornly at his leg. He does realize that I can't follow him, right? Turning back to the map, Surgeon studies it and the surrounding area. Pointing back towards Bloomten Surge shouts, I've got it! We go that way Apparently...

Surge clanks along with his companionsWell, since we are about as stealthy as.. *Clank, Whir, Hsssss* ..me. What are our plans for this incursion? His eyes look as if they might have narrowed a bit, I think that elevated area to our right is on our map. Surge points toward the left of the...

Surge steps into the bar from the outside, where he may have been waiting all night. The sunrise was magnificent friends! I hope you slept well. Surge will then do a quick check-up on Chess to ensure she is well rested and recovered. He then takes up position at the bar, but orders nothing.

Surge looks from the just recovered drow to the barely recovered sorcerer. A little friendly advice from the igmo who has to keep you all upright. Stay the night. I'm thinking the orc population will be just fine, and I don't think that marching into the woods in our current condition is...

I don't suspect we will be very stealthy, but I think sticking to the forest has the best chance for success. Surge is clearly unconcerned about the approach other than getting the job done. Perhaps a poison to knock the mark unconscious should be procured.

I look around at my companions, processing the data gleaned and the ideas posed and come up with my own idea. What if we pretend to join them? It's almost cute how innocent that sounds. of course, regardless of the plan, we should stay here tonight. to recover and plot of course.

Surge looks up from where he has spent the last few moments extracting the opal from its previous housing. Of course, it would be my pleasure to look after your injured, as soon as I take care of my friends here. Seeing that Mal is pretty much recovered and Falk was barely touched, I turn...

I can use anyone's healing surges to refill my infusions, they don't have to be mine. so you can spread the surges around pretty evenly.

Surge looks from Bledso back to Falk, a grim look on his face. He doesn't want to lose a potential resource to stupidity. Speaking directly to Falk, he says Might I suggest rapid acceleration followed with a forceful impact the the solar plexus to extricate our ally from this erstwhile archer.

Surge looks a little puzzled at this turn of events... Well, well. He seems to want to make it easy for you Ches. Surge looks down at the heap that is Ches crying on the ground. You better do something about him, I think he means to kill Mr.Mittens. Surge steps over her prone form to kneel...

Sorry, Magic weapon expires at the end of my turn.

Action point! Tapping ing his own innate desire to see his companions live, Surge raises his crossbow towards Bledso. His target in sight, Surge presses the trigger stopping just shy of releasing the quarrel. No, you're the annoyance, not the real threat. His arm swings back to left and levels...

Surge glances around, a bit panicked. Too soft, too squishy, too quick. He screws his courage together (literaly twisting a bolt on his chest) and rushes forward to put himself between Ches and the damnable archer trying to turn her into a quiver. Bending low, and whispering Come on Ches, it's...

Infusion:Curative Formula Encounter (Special) ♦ Arcane, Healing Minor ActionClose burst 5 (10 at 11th level, 15 at 21st level) Target You or one ally in the burst Effect The target regains hit points equal to its healing surge value + your Wisdom modifier, and you expend an infusion crafted...

Surge blinks his good eye a bit to accommodate the brilliant light that just flared so briefly into existence. Looking at Ches he mutters, I'm getting to you, I'm getting to you.