(Casual D&D) A Game of Trust

[Uriel]

Niccolo looks to his newfound companion with concern, able onyl to heal the most basic of Wounds, his Power lying elsewhere in the realm of the Arcane.

OoC:I can cast Cure Light Wounds, but not any other sort of Curative spells, dammit. Ack!

 

[Mithreander]

Furgus, following in the distance sees the affliction on one of his companions and curses, looking to the shadows for what may have attacked him, not understanding that it was froma previous wound.

 

[doghead]

Xaio shifts a little uneasily.

What I know of healing you could inscribe on a coin. Enough to bind a wound til help can be had. Surely there is someone amoung all these priests who can do more than that. Or someone from the village? I could find them.

Xaio rises to his feet and asks, "Would you like me to go back to the inn and ask about a healer?"

 

[Mithreander]

Furgus, seeing nothing threatening relaxes a little and comes over.

"I've seen people gripped by demons and roll on the floor thrashing, out of control, but I must say that this is the first time I have seen a person freeze. Are you planning to get her excorsized?" he asks, looking at the strucken individual witha courious look on his inocent face.

Wonder what she has in he pockets?

 

[Festy_Dog]

HER!? I have facial hair and the little blighter calls me a HER!?

Nurthk, the male, bearded half-orc glares at the little halfling, but remains unable to do anything else.

 

[dpdx]

"Well, I'll see if this helps, Pelor willing. You don't exactly look damaged from the disease, Nurthk, just unable to move. On the morrow I shall pray for the removal of your paralysis."

[Fendric casts Cure Light on Nurthk, for 6. When Nurthk next has to make a Fort Save from the disease, Fendric will also make a Heal check, which Nurthk may use if the total result is better than his save.]

 

[Guilt Puppy]

(OOC - Sorry it's taken a while, ENWorld has been giving me trouble... Anyone else experience this?)

Fendric: Looking over Nurthk, you don't recognize the problem as anything you've before heard about... His heartbeat is incredibly light (almost undetectable), and judging by the redness and swelling at the extremities, combined with the whiteness of the face, it's clear that his blood pressure has dropped substantially.
The only treatment your examination clearly suggests is that he be laying down, to help maintain bloodflow to his head.

 

[Uriel]

OoC:Yep as to the Slow trouble.

 

[Mithreander]

The halfling rogue smiles and snickes at the half-orc. "Will she be okay? I mean it is a she, right? I'm not really familiar with the anatimy of orcs, and they all look so much alike! Well, if not, do you think we can sell her as a statue? Hey, I know! We can sell her to town that she has saved in order to comemerate her acheivements!" The halfling moves up closer to look at the half-orc so to be directly under his eyes, then starts to circle the poor imobile man-orc.

"Does anyone know if she's ticklish?"

 

[dpdx]

Fendric checks his pulse, and is alarmed to find out he can barely make it out. "You certainly shouldn't be standing, Nurthk. I'll try to let you down softly, Pelor forgive us. But you need to be lying down."

Fendric will then attempt to do just that, position Nurthk as lying down out of the way.