Mark Chance
Boingy! Boingy!
Kronk sits as instructed. With every ministration to his wounds, he grits his teeth, rolls his eyes, groans, and otherwise carries on as if the doctoring is worse than the injuring.
(BFRPG/DCC) Halls of the Minotaur
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As the others tend to their wounds and discuss things, Nameelass stands watch over her companions. She puts her acute hearing and exceptional eyes to work watching and listening for any signs of danger.
"Oh come on you big baby," Kira comments with a smile at Kronk as he groans and generally sounds like he's just about to die from getting his wounds cleaned. "There, all tied up and ready to go." With that she removes her hands, revealing that yes, the wound has been cleaned and covered, but someone finished all of it by adding a cute red ribbon...
Mark Chance
Boingy! Boingy!
Kronk smiles at Kira and lets loose a shuddering sigh.
"Thanks, Kira," the dwarf says. "You got any more of them honey candies? Those sure make the pain go away."
"Thanks, Kira," the dwarf says. "You got any more of them honey candies? Those sure make the pain go away."
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As Nameelass looks around the glade, she spots something just south of the horse's corpse. In the grass half hidden is a grey cloth sack, ragged and stained. Looking closer, the elf can see a ocre red stain upon the grass near the sack. The stain-dried blood- is about a foot wide and extends more a less a dozen feet in a line running from the horses corpse to the path to the southeast.
As Kira finishes with Kronk her eye catches a glint in the sun. Laying in the grass near Kronk, so close the dwarf nearly sat upon it is a sword; or rather half a sword. The top half of the golden colored blade is broken off and missing, but the bottom half is still attached to its handle and hilt. Etched upon the blade vertically in finely crafted letters is the word:
As Kira finishes with Kronk her eye catches a glint in the sun. Laying in the grass near Kronk, so close the dwarf nearly sat upon it is a sword; or rather half a sword. The top half of the golden colored blade is broken off and missing, but the bottom half is still attached to its handle and hilt. Etched upon the blade vertically in finely crafted letters is the word:
Fiendsplitter
Brother Barton, meanwhile, struggles with the saddlebags but successfully yanks them out from beneath the stead's bulk, causing some of the contents to spill out. Barton recovers 5 steel vials marked CLW, a crushed lantern, 2 broken bottles that once held oil, 6 days of trail rations, 50 feet of silk rope, a throwing axe, and a flint with steel.
Around the stead's remains the ground is furrowed and broken. The horse, besides being a meal for the mongrels, suffered several blade wounds, as well as a great wound in its chest from a broken off spear point still embedded in its flesh.
As you each go about these tasks, you all hear something faint on the wind. Carried from the northeastern path, when the breeze changes directions, you all hear-barely- the sounds of music. Harps, to be exact.
Around the stead's remains the ground is furrowed and broken. The horse, besides being a meal for the mongrels, suffered several blade wounds, as well as a great wound in its chest from a broken off spear point still embedded in its flesh.
As you each go about these tasks, you all hear something faint on the wind. Carried from the northeastern path, when the breeze changes directions, you all hear-barely- the sounds of music. Harps, to be exact.
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Brother Barton, 5/6 hp
Barton stumbles back with an "Oof!" as the saddlebag suddenly flies out from under the dead horse. Recovering himself, he sets to gathering up the useful items that spilled forth from within. Looking at the steel vials, he nods in satisfaction. "Curative draughts, if I don't miss my guess. A poor substitute for divine faith, but they would be useful in a pinch, I suppose." Barton distributes the potions and rations evenly among his companions, then offers the throwing axe to Kronk, and the rope to Kira. "These may be of more use in your hands than mine, brethren."
To Kira's question, Barton replies, "The name 'Fiendsplitter' means little to me, but it is a sentiment I wholeheartedly endorse."
"Sister Nameless, what have you found there?" Barton asks, noticing that something in the grass has caught the magic-user's attention.
Barton stumbles back with an "Oof!" as the saddlebag suddenly flies out from under the dead horse. Recovering himself, he sets to gathering up the useful items that spilled forth from within. Looking at the steel vials, he nods in satisfaction. "Curative draughts, if I don't miss my guess. A poor substitute for divine faith, but they would be useful in a pinch, I suppose." Barton distributes the potions and rations evenly among his companions, then offers the throwing axe to Kronk, and the rope to Kira. "These may be of more use in your hands than mine, brethren."
To Kira's question, Barton replies, "The name 'Fiendsplitter' means little to me, but it is a sentiment I wholeheartedly endorse."
"Sister Nameless, what have you found there?" Barton asks, noticing that something in the grass has caught the magic-user's attention.
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Spotting the grey cloth sack, Nameelass pokes at it with her waling staff. Hearing Barton's query she turns to him and points at her find.
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As she prods the sack with her staff, Nameelass notices a stench that emenates from the sack. Her prodding causes the sack to flop open, revealing a yellowed frayed scroll that was unceremoniously wadded and stuffed into the sack.
In one revealed corner of the scroll, Nameelass recognizes part of a glyph. An arcane glyph, that indicates this scroll is magic.
Kira meanwhile realizes that the sword, while broken is still very balanced. Light as a feather, it was obviously well made. And if one wished it could function quite well as a short sword in its current state.
[sblock=DM stuff: ]The name and/or sword Fiendsplitter have no special significance to any of you[/sblock]
In one revealed corner of the scroll, Nameelass recognizes part of a glyph. An arcane glyph, that indicates this scroll is magic.
Kira meanwhile realizes that the sword, while broken is still very balanced. Light as a feather, it was obviously well made. And if one wished it could function quite well as a short sword in its current state.
[sblock=DM stuff: ]The name and/or sword Fiendsplitter have no special significance to any of you[/sblock]
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