A Merc's Life: Howl of the Carrion King [01]

Harn angrily shakes the metel shards off himself and then takes the sunrod and himself to the edge and takes a look.
 

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Houwlou Groulenas

Instantly snapping back to alertness, Houwlou matches Harnry stride for stride as he moves to the lip of the ravine. "Careful there, Harnry! There's mischief afoot in these parts, as we've well seen just now."

OOC: Does Houwlou see what's making the noise?

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Houwlou Groulenas - Male Olcán Ranger 1
Initiative: +1, Perception: +8(?)(+2 more smell/sound,+2 more vs. undead), Low Light Vision 60'
AC: 17 (4Chain Shirt + 2Lg. Shield + 1Dex);FF16;T11
Fort:+2 | Ref:+3 | Will:+4
HP: 21/21
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Over the Edge

Harn and Houwlou are greeted by the sight of a very battered looking young man caught in the huge cactus below. It doesn't look as though he was any too comfortable even before Houwlou's javelin pierced his thigh . . . but on the bright side rescuing said human would also return the javelin to Houwlou.

The man is plainly still alive and in some pain both from the javelin and the cactus. Once he makes it over to the edge, Aodhán's practiced eye also picks out some interesting angles to the limbs that indicate possible sprains or dislocations. He squints in the sudden glare of the sunrod and grits his teeth around another groan.
 
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Houwlou Groulenas

"Well, what do you know about that! I was afraid that was a clean miss, but I hit someone that I didn't even know was over there!" Houwlou smugly pats himself on the back. "Say, you don't suppose he might be on our side, do you?"

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Houwlou Groulenas - Male Olcán Ranger 1
Initiative: +1, Perception: +8(?)(+2 more smell/sound,+2 more vs. undead), Low Light Vision 60'
AC: 17 (4Chain Shirt + 2Lg. Shield + 1Dex);FF16;T11
Fort:+2 | Ref:+3 | Will:+4
HP: 21/21
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Over the Edge

"This belongs to you? Would you like it back? I suppose I'm really glad you came along when you did - the leg's just a flesh wound, I think, and so long as you retrieve the javelin (and me along with it) it's far better than dying of exposure and thirst."
 

"and needle punctures" says Harn as he starts looking for some rope, "can you climb up? And yes, the javalin is his" says the mage, nodding toward howlou.
 



Houwlou Groulenas

"A moment, please, Harnry. We know nothing of this fellow, so how is it that you are so willing to instantly trust him? He may have been placed in his predicament as punishment for some heinous crime. Ok, probably not, I suppose.....but STILL!"

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Houwlou Groulenas - Male Olcán Ranger 1
Initiative: +1, Perception: +8(?)(+2 more smell/sound,+2 more vs. undead), Low Light Vision 60'
AC: 17 (4Chain Shirt + 2Lg. Shield + 1Dex);FF16;T11
Fort:+2 | Ref:+3 | Will:+4
HP: 21/21
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"Well I can't do much more with out any rope, so I am at a stand still anyway. If you wish to interragate him while he suffers in that rather painful predictament, by all means go ahead. I am going to retrive that ugly little fiend that we just vanquished and have it stuffed or something."
 

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