Ashy's Oathbound Campaign, IC [ARCHIVED]

[Ashy]

After stuffing the lizards into his packs and pouches, Baja sidles up to where he saw the tail move and after a little inspection as to whether it belongs to a daemon or some such (In which case he will refrain.) he reaches out and hawls out whatever the tail belongs to, by the tail. (A throwing axe in hand ready to dash it's brains out, should it prove to be something mean.)

In order to yank whatever is attached to the tail from the pile of bodies, Baja has to place a foot against them and heave, while pulling at the same time. Doing so topples the bodies like so much driftwood - their rigored bodies falling in a jarring and disturbing array, spilling blood, offal, and entrails everywhere.

Baja's quarry is free from this horrific pile, and doing little more than gasping for air. A small, barely auidable voice issues forth from the small form, "...n..ee...d....a..i...r...", it remarks directly, but weakly. In Baja's hand., held upside down by the tail, is what appears to be a cat - mostly grey, but motled with irregular stripes of black - wearing a bandolier composed of many intersecting straps and adorned with many leather pouches and pockets of varying sizes and shapes. A strange metal cone caps its left forearm and it is fur is matted with blood and gore.

 

[Ferrix]

Seeing Baja yank something still "alive" from the pile of carnage brings a spark of light to Kiera. She calls out to him, "Baja, bring whatever it is here, quickly. I imagine whatever it was had a reason for being there, and is in less than healthy condition." It is amazing something has survived this carnage. Once Baja arrives she directs him to lay the creature down carefully upon the sands and begins to examine the creatures wounds. [Heal +13] Her voice sinking to almost a whisper, "by the light of Pelor you live, whatever you are."

OOC: Kiera will attempt to discern how badly hurt the creature is (i.e. what would the most appropriate level of healing be), and then apply to the creature some manner of healing.

 

[Vendetta]

Supremely interested in something alive, Xerxes rushes over to Baja and Kiera to watch and see the creature.

 

[deadestdai]

Watching the Holy lady pore over the wierd-looking kitten's wounds, Baja (At the behest of his growling stomach.) absentmindedly reaches into his pack for one of the lizards he had caught and, after a quick bash of it's head against the ground bites down.

Hrm..... As he chewed, he tried to work out the best way to get on Kiera's back without making her mad.

 

[hafrogman]

Tristan approaches the others and the kitten more slowly. One thing had now been found alive out there, he wanted to keep an eye out for anything else. He keeps a watch out for any potential threats as he follows behind. He gives Baja a curious look when he catches the half-orc gazing thoughtfully at Kiera's backside.

[ooc - spot +6, listen +6]

 

[ferretguy]

Heading over to wear the priestess is healing the talking kitten(?), Julian is cautious in his approach, allowing his inate ability to ferret out those that mean ill to guide his next actions. As he draws near he sees the auras of those of his fellows, Kieras glowing white, Baja's pinkish/grey...and the new creatures....

OOC: detecting evil of course...

 

[Voadam]

Kyron watches the winged things, to see if they react to the party revealing itself.

 

[Ashy]

Seeing Baja yank something still "alive" from the pile of carnage brings a spark of light to Kiera. She calls out to him, "Baja, bring whatever it is here, quickly. I imagine whatever it was had a reason for being there, and is in less than healthy condition." It is amazing something has survived this carnage. Once Baja arrives she directs him to lay the creature down carefully upon the sands and begins to examine the creatures wounds. [Heal +13] Her voice sinking to almost a whisper, "by the light of Pelor you live, whatever you are."

OOC: Kiera will attempt to discern how badly hurt the creature is (i.e. what would the most appropriate level of healing be), and then apply to the creature some manner of healing.

As Baja sets the creature to the ground and Kiera speaks to it, its eyes flutter open weakly, revealing twin golden orbs that look like moons in the deepening night. "F...f...fre..frey...", it gasps in response to her last statement.

Kiera:

Spoiler

Heal check: 1d20+13: (14) + 13 = 27 - You quickly deduce that this creature has only minor injuries (i.e. cure light) and that the bulk of its problems come from near asphyxiation.

 

[Ashy]

Watching the Holy lady pore over the wierd-looking kitten's wounds, Baja (At the behest of his growling stomach.) absentmindedly reaches into his pack for one of the lizards he had caught and, after a quick bash of it's head against the ground bites down.

Hrm..... As he chewed, he tried to work out the best way to get on Kiera's back without making her mad.

Thin, runny blood squirts out of the lizard's neck, spilling past Baja's lips and running down his chin. The lizard tastes fairly bland, but the texture of it (whether it be something ingrained in the flesh of the creature, or the combination of eating skin, flesh, organs and bone together, cannot be discerned) is somewhat gritty. It's blood is very thin, akin to water and (there is a surprising amount of it contained within the small lizard) has a faintly spicy taste. All in all, not a bad combination, for a small desert lizard...

 

[Ashy]

Tristan approaches the others and the kitten more slowly. One thing had now been found alive out there, he wanted to keep an eye out for anything else. He keeps a watch out for any potential threats as he follows behind. He gives Baja a curious look when he catches the half-orc gazing thoughtfully at Kiera's backside.

[ooc - spot +6, listen +6]

Tristan:

Spoiler

Spot check: 1d20+6: (12) + 6 = 18, Listen check: 1d20+6: (1) + 6 = 7 - As your eyes pan the ever deepening shadows in the carnage-filled valley, you think you notice a glimmer of movement near the dunes to the north, close to where the many-legged lizards were. However, as you strain to confirm you notice nothing, but then your attention is caught fully by the words of the wounded cat-creature...