(Casual D&D) A Game of Trust

[dpdx]

Fendric is mildly fascinated that the creature doesn't respond to turning, but not so much that the young acolyte is out of options. Fendric prepares a Cure Light Wounds spell [Spontaneous Casting: Summon Monster I -> Cure Light Wounds (7 +5 = 12 points 'healed')], then takes a 5' step to where Hiritus stood before, and touches the creature with it [Touch Attack: 12 +3 = 15 vs. monster's touch AC], hoping to focus positive energy on the negative creature.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Nurthk shudders and his motion slows for a brief second, but he picks up speed again to attack.

fort save: rolled 14 + 3 = 17 vs. DC 17

Nurthk continues his assault on the creature, now bleeding from a cut not far under his eye.

1st attack: rolled 10 + 5 = 15 (damage: rolled 7 + 4 = 11)
2nd attack: rolled 20 + 5 = 25 (confirm: rolled 17 + 5 = 22) (damage: rolled 3, 3, 2 + 6 = 14)

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Round 3

Nurthk's two attacks dig deep into the thing, leaving long strips of meat dangling from bone. It seems not to notice, or at least care -- however, as Fendric administers Pelor's blessing, it shrieks in pain.

It pulls back, buckling in apparent pain, and then, inexplicably, flames begin to shoot forth along its spine. In short time most of its flesh is consumed -- it staggers for a moment, then drops into a heaping mass, still alight and smouldering.

Hiritus moves forward and begins stomping out the flames before they can do much damage to the room. There's a large black splotch on the ceiling, and the rug directly beneath the creature has been burned through entirely, but nothing in the room actually catches. In short time, the flames are out, and Biddle comes forth, clapping.

"My goodness! What a show that was! In your debt, I am, in your debt!"

Unconcerned about the hole in the rug, he goes about checking to make sure all of his instruments are still whole -- untouched by heat or by this thing during its month-long stay.

(And as quickly as that, XP:

Nurthk: 1440
Fendric: 970
Niccolo: 920)

 

[dpdx]

While Hiritus stomps out the flames, Fendric wastes no time in casting Cure Moderate to Nurthk: [Spontaneous Casting: Hold Person -> Cure Moderate: 3 + 4 +5 = 12 points healed.] If that doesn't heal him completely, Fendric will cast Cure Moderate again [Spontaneous Casting: Silence -> Cure Moderate: 3 + 2 +5= 10]. (Festy Dog, you're going to have to tell me if/when you're healed.)

As he heals the fighter, he praises him. "You, sir, are indeed a warrior without peer. Pelor and St. Cuthbert Bless You to the Firmaments. Now let's get back to the rest of our troupe, and see if this fine town can't feed us a proper meal. Biddle? You mentioned you are in our debt. Might we be able to collect on part of that for a proper meal for ourselves and our comrades? I've heard that your folk are culinary artists nonpareil, and nothing sounds better. Oh, and I trust you can clean up here? I wouldn't want to destroy anything inadvertently, Pelor forbid..."

Fendric will help Nurthk to his feet after he has been healed.

 

[Uriel]

OoC:Ack, edged out again! Oh, dpdx, you rascally man, I shall have to start linking songs that I write for this game to get those bonus XPs!

Oh, and I have CLW as well, in case you don't always want to/have the option of using yours. Gotta love those bards, er I mean, musicians-types...


IC: Niccolo ceases his song and turns to thopse clustered behind/outside (or just Biddle, if he is alone in watching). 'Well! the Company of the White Owl has defeated this Foul and Evil Fiend from the deepest pits of the Netherworld...I feel a Verse is in order...

'Though Fear may grip round heroes Heart,
and dread upon your mind,tricks play,
Keep Courage and Faith your companions from the start,
and Evil will you defeat this day'

 

[Guilt Puppy]

"In your debt, indeed! Here, I have something you might like in here, ah, Niccolo is it?" He scuttles off, and there's the sound of loud shuffling, things falling -- as careless as this fellow seems, it's hard to imagine how his place stays so organized.

"Here we go!" He returns, cradling in his arms a rather nice violin with a deep cherry polish. "One step toward my gratitude, I hope. It's a good piece, elven make, but I'm sure if you put some gnomish strings on here it would sound like you'd want it."

He turns to Fendric: "As for food and stuff, it's not dear here, and we believe in hospitality towards guests. Truth is all you had to do was set foot in this town to be well fed -- I'd be surprised if nobody's brought your friends outside a toastie already! Anyway, I'll talk to Gilly and see if I can get her to get her sister to take a break for the evening and get you four something special ready... I doubt she could feed your whole band, but like I said, I don't know of a soul in this village who'd let 'em go hungry. And anyway you're not really all the same group now, are you? I mean, you're not lawpriests, and they all are, and they're all out there, and you're all in here. So thanking you separately won't be such an odd thing then, will it?"

"Anyway, if you see anything you want or need around town, or have any requests, just ask, there's plenty here we can spare, and I can't even tell you how much this room is worth to me. Thought I'd have to wait til solstice to see it back in my hands!"

With that, he runs off for a dustpan, and begins the dirty work of scraping clean his floor.

 

[Uriel]

Niccolo takes to offered Violin with reverence, turning it this way and that. Flustered and unsure of what to say, he merely grins and then seems to frown a bit...Among his Folk, Gift-Givings werer a mutual thing, now what would this cordial fellow have use of that the (rather oppr, truth be known) Gnome might have...A thought suddenly poppoed into Niccolo's head, and he went to his pack and retrieved a small silk scarf that he had made from the silk not used in the White Owl Banner, casting Mending on it quickly, his smile broadening as the few stitches not finished quickly set themselves right.
Turning to Biddle, Niccolo says 'Why, Good Sir, among my Folk, Gifts are given in pairs, thus one is always free to give another, as the score is even, if you get my drift. While I have nothing as fine as this lovely instrument, I do have something that is dear to me. This Scarf I made from the same silk that I used to create our Banner. I had hoped to give it to Sir Exantrius, as an Knight needs a proper Hankerchief, for one never knows when a Damsel might have need of it, and a Knight should always be prepared I feel that a sensible man has perhaps more use for it, and I would that you have this, humble though it may be. Oh, and it's not been broken in yet, though I hope it is a long time before you catch a cold or some such and have need.' Niccolo grins, having interjected a very silly Gnomish end statement, lest he tear up at the thought of Sir Exantrius.' As well, I do hope you might like to play a bit before supper, or after...perhaps some of your neighbors as well? It has been so long since I have been able to play with others, and I have a couple of compositions that I have finished recently, simple and happy things that would do well as the set for a jig or two...'

 

[dpdx]

"As for food and stuff, it's not dear here, and we believe in hospitality towards guests. Truth is all you had to do was set foot in this town to be well fed -- I'd be surprised if nobody's brought your friends outside a toastie already! Anyway, I'll talk to Gilly and see if I can get her to get her sister to take a break for the evening and get you four something special ready... I doubt she could feed your whole band, but like I said, I don't know of a soul in this village who'd let 'em go hungry. And anyway you're not really all the same group now, are you? I mean, you're not lawpriests, and they all are, and they're all out there, and you're all in here. So thanking you separately won't be such an odd thing then, will it?"

"Anyway, if you see anything you want or need around town, or have any requests, just ask, there's plenty here we can spare, and I can't even tell you how much this room is worth to me. Thought I'd have to wait til solstice to see it back in my hands!"

Fendric smiles at the halfling. (A noble soul, indeed. He should be chieftain of this village.) "I hope not. Actually, Hiritus and I both are, what would you call it, 'sunpriests.' Worshippers and acolytes of Pelor, the Radiant Light, as was Sir Exantrius, the man who brought us together before he was called back to his God. I deeply appreciate your generosity, and feel terrible to even make requests, may Pelor forgive me, but anything you saw fit to help us with would be much blessed, and seriously appreciated. I only regret that no one has need of my healing skills. I fear I have nothing else to offer."

With that, he runs off for a dustpan, and begins the dirty work of scraping clean his floor.

"A shame Aerda wasn't here, the Light bless him. He'd be able to sort this out with a few cantrips."

 

[Uriel]

Niccolo perks up, offering 'I am able to use the magics of which you speak, I think, Fendric.I shall go and help, I think.'

OoC:I can Prestidigitate, Mage Hand and cast Mending as well. That should help a bit.

 

[dpdx]

"And I can properly operate a scrub brush, if one were to be found. You are truly noble, my friend."

Following Niccolo, Fendric collects any embers he can with his hands into his shield, for deposit outside.