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So did you mean 2a (not rationing it) instead of 2b (rationing it)?
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So did you mean 2a (not rationing it) instead of 2b (rationing it)?
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Boruuk will offer his water to others, taking only a few sips.
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Option 2b
endurance (1d20+13=23) [/sblock]
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Option 2b
endurance (1d20+13=23) [/sblock]
Tirial will share with the others, but she doesn't beleive they need to ration
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Option 2a for tirial
endurance (1d20+2=6) [/sblock]
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Option 2a for tirial
endurance (1d20+2=6) [/sblock]
As the party settles down for a well deserved night's rest, they remember that their food was tainted by the foul sewer water. So, they try to make themselves warm with their blankets, hungry and cold.
As the time marches on, Boruuk and Knoepf eventually remember that their waterskins had popped open during the fall into the sewers. The rest of the group shares their water, but the night is cold and miserable. The bards never tell the tales of heroes with no food, little water, in a cold dismal room.
The next morning, or at least what the group considers morning, comes all too slowly. Everyone wakes up with cramps, sore muscles, and a bit thirsty. Most of them were dreaming of undead, the smell in the room adding to their misery.
Tirial especially looks a bit peaked. The combination of cold, hunger, lack of water, and sickly smell of burial herbs has all combined in a very bad night for her. She stands near the door shivering and trying to shake off the ill effects of this place.
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Tirial is down one healing surge this next morning, but otherwise restored. Everyone else is fine and fully restored, except Hasifar for whom I still need an endurance check.
What next?
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As the time marches on, Boruuk and Knoepf eventually remember that their waterskins had popped open during the fall into the sewers. The rest of the group shares their water, but the night is cold and miserable. The bards never tell the tales of heroes with no food, little water, in a cold dismal room.
The next morning, or at least what the group considers morning, comes all too slowly. Everyone wakes up with cramps, sore muscles, and a bit thirsty. Most of them were dreaming of undead, the smell in the room adding to their misery.
Tirial especially looks a bit peaked. The combination of cold, hunger, lack of water, and sickly smell of burial herbs has all combined in a very bad night for her. She stands near the door shivering and trying to shake off the ill effects of this place.
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Tirial is down one healing surge this next morning, but otherwise restored. Everyone else is fine and fully restored, except Hasifar for whom I still need an endurance check.
What next?
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