(Adventure) The Island of Varras'zul (Manzanita Judging) (Concluded)

[rln]

After enjoying Mona's touch to his injured neck, Ogrin suddenly feels cold and weak. Sweat runs down his back and his hands begin to tremble.

"I suddenly feel like I have a bad morning after a good night..." He sits down on on the ground near the fire. "I'll be with you in a minute, Rillian... I just need to catch my breath for a minute." Looking up at Scun, he says "Hey, you look as bad as I feel!"

OOC: Ogrin has no experience with poison, -1 in heal and no survival skills. He has no clue what's happening.

 

[Brain]

"Mona, I think Ogrin needs your help with some poison. Don't sit down Ogrin, keep the bites below your heart level."

Scun will steady Ogrin while waving Mona over.

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

"Aye... that feels good..." sighs Rasereit as the infinite holes seal up. He is far from fully recovered, as many bites continue to ooze poison and blood, but his dwarven Vundinn heritage serves him well and he can take more punishment now than any of the others could in perfect health. He stands up, proud of his tenacity (even though it is because of Scun's healing magic that he is feeling so good), and swaggers over to his axes. "Infernal spiders, couldn't even touch 'em with these. Ah well, y'win some, y'lose some. At least we didn't lose the battle, eh mates?" He is not talking to his companions, rather to his trusty axes. After reverently wiping the traces of spider goo off the blades, they go back in their hip sheaths for easy access. He sighs contentedly, despite the dozens of open wounds in his skin. "What would ye guys do without meh? Ha harr! Alright boys n' gels, let's get t'fightin'! What're we waitin' for?" He spots a helpless Ogrin, nearly falling over onto Scun. "Oh. That might be it." He sits down on some grass and stares forward for a moment, then lies down to catch a quick nap and recover some energy before the long march ahead of the party.

 

[nimisgod]

Mona rushed to Ogrin's aid as the weakness began to set in. Applying her healing skills with a leech, she removed most of the tainted blood from Ogrin's bloodstream before it could do further damage.

Rasereit and Rillian were both able to stave off the waves of weakness that beset them. On the other hand, the half-orc Scun experienced some weakness in his muscles from the venom's effects. (1 strength damage).

It was the grey elf, Nezrak, who saw 4 pairs of eyes staring at the party some 60 feet into the jungle. Even with his keen eye sight, he could barely make out a Huge furry shape amongst the tangled limbs of the canopy. It moved not, stock still in its position. The wizard surmised that it was merely watching... for now.

T'would not be the only one to notice the latest arrivals in the jungle.

 

[Brain]

Scun frowns as Mona says they must leave immediately, but then realizes that she is right. "Well, lets get to it then." Scun breaks out his sickle and steps to the front, ready to go.

 

[Xael]

Nezrak cursed again inside his mind (it seemed to be becoming a habit). "You know, I hate to break the victory mood, but I think we just made those little fellas' mother or something angry. And it's big. Over there.", he says as calmly as he can, pointing to the direction of the eyes, while he prepared for a possible attack.

OOC: Ready action to cast Color Spray at the thing if it attacks.

 

[RillianPA]

Rillian shrugs away the uncomfortable waves of weakness. Hearing Nezrak's warning, he looks up sharply, and readies his javelins.

Striding to take a position next to Rasereit, Rillian says "Wow that was some amazing fighting against the spiders Rasereit. Even without your axes you still were more effective than the rest of us put together! And you really chopped up that snake earlier too. I was wondering...could you teach me? I would really like to learn to fight better. Even just some sparing, when we have another chance would be great."

 

[nimisgod]

It continued watching the party break camp, chittering softly into the night when Rillian sharply looked at its direction.

Rillian could not see what Nezrak was pointing at, though. Besides the tangled growths of the jungle, there was also the darkness that prevented him from seeing beyond the lit fires. Of the party who tried to peer into the dark, only the Scun of Mongrel could catch a glimpse of fur amongst the trees. Everyone was aware of the chilling sound it made, however.

At Nezrak's words, Mona stepped up her pace in the packing of her things. The tent was rolled up as was the bedroll.

"D-do you think we should carry fires?" she asked the party. "Walking in the darkness would s-slow us down..."

ooc: I'm going to assume that the party resumes the formation that they had when entering Varras'zul. Correct me if I'm wrong.[/I]

 

[Brain]

"Some fire wouldn't be a bad idea, gives light for you folk, and if we came across more of those spiders it would be handy. We need to get to a place we can rest. Keep an eye out as we travel for natural shelter."

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

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