Ashy's Oathbound Campaign, IC [ARCHIVED]

[hafrogman]

Tristan winces slightly at the meaty thwack from the club impacting the gaunt.

"Well, I suppose that settles that question."

 

[Ashy]

Kyron 42/49

Kyron goes over to the paladin and casts cure serious wounds on him drawing on significantly more amounts of divine power Kyron's hands glow with positive energy 3d8+7 7+7=14hp

The bright, nearly searing light that erupts from Kyron's palms dance up the paladin's body; as the light touches a wounded spot, the skin rapidly reknits itself and new, pinkish skin quickly grows over the wounds, looking fresh, healthy and new.

 

[Ashy]

**OOC: Ya, it was indeed his thoughts. When he speaks, I'll post it in red so it's obvious for all! **

The leg-lizard-Rock seemed to be a good leg-lizard. So Baja relaxed his stance a little, though he still had alot of angry energy to be rid of. That is, until he heard Xerxes' comment regarding the dying gaunt and, with a snarl brought his club high over his head and slammed down on the wing'ed creature's body, smashing the little life left out of it.

Spoiler

I think this counts as an easy cu de gras?

Giggling a little at the bloody mess he made, Baja wiped his club clean in the sands and sat down to study his wounded leg and see if he could stem the bleeding.

Mashed gobbets of flesh and bone fly everywhere, spattering all within fifteen feet. One of Raak's eyes pop open and his long purple tongue snakes out, grabbing a hunk or two of bloody flesh and pulls them into his beaked mouth. A satisfied "BURP" escapes from his maw, and then his eye slowly closes again, his nostrils still sniffling and snuffling the air...

 

[ferretguy]

Julian HP: 38/41

Feeling the wounds close and the pure sense of good wash over him, his body much relieved Many thanks,Kyron hopefully we will soon be from this area before those creatures return
Seeing the lizard snatching the remaining lizard chunks from the air he turns to Tristan I don't know Tristan...looks to me this new pet of yours could at least keep up with our half orc friend.

 

[Vendetta]

Xerxes grins and nods his agreement with Julian. Xerxes smiles at Baja and pats the big Half-orc on the shoulder as he walks past to stand on a dune and look out across the evening sky. Xerxes didn't like Baja killing the struggling Gaunt, but then, perhaps the big albino did it a favor. Life just shouldn't be taken frivilously... But again, if it were healthy, would it have continued to attack?

There were always questions. One could drive themselves insane asking and second-guessing. Xerxes wished that he could have known his father. From Cyrus' descriptions of him, he'd have had some wisdom to impart on the matter. But Xerxes knew he wouldn't have understood it for several more years, which is often the way with words of wisdom.

 

[hafrogman]

Tristan looks over at the stricken PC.

"How fares our feline friend? Before we met him, we had determined ourselves to move on. Once he has recovered, we should probably get moving again, unless he has new information on where we should go."

 

[Ashy]

Xerxes grins and nods his agreement with Julian. Xerxes smiles at Baja and pats the big Half-orc on the shoulder as he walks past to stand on a dune and look out across the evening sky. Xerxes didn't like Baja killing the struggling Gaunt, but then, perhaps the big albino did it a favor. Life just shouldn't be taken frivilously... But again, if it were healthy, would it have continued to attack?

There were always questions. One could drive themselves insane asking and second-guessing. Xerxes wished that he could have known his father. From Cyrus' descriptions of him, he'd have had some wisdom to impart on the matter. But Xerxes knew he wouldn't have understood it for several more years, which is often the way with words of wisdom.

The evening sky has deepened to a solid blanket of pitch, punctured here and there by stars glittering coldly in strange and alien patterns. The blue moon, full, is now fully above the horizon, giving off nearly as much light as a normal sun. However, the odd cast of the light, an otherworldly cerulean patina tends to play tricks on your eyes, unused as they are to its glow.

Every moment it seems to grow colder, the tips of your exposed fingers, noses, and ears already beginning to numb. You see small, feathery crystals of ice forming on the whiskers of the poor frey, who is still frozen as still as a board.

 

[Voadam]

Let us wrap him in a blanket, put him on one of the horses, and then find shelter. In the morning Kiera can purge the gaunt poison from him and we can find out what he can tell us of these lands and peoples. If the cold becomes too intense for you, let me know and I will repeat the charm of endurance that currently wards Tristan, Kiera and myself. But warding the party will expend my divine magics for the night so that there will be no more healing.

Kyron brings over his miraculously unharmed mount to carry the dead weight of the frey.

Warded by his magics, Kyron does not feel the effects of the bitter cold.

 

[hafrogman]

Tristan bends down to check how Raak fairs in the now bitter cold of the desert night.

 

[Ashy]

Kyron brings over his miraculously unharmed mount to carry the dead weight of the frey.

OOC: BLAST! I forgot the horses!!!