(Casual D&D) A Game of Trust

[Mithreander]

"Wow, kind of reminds you of a falling tree, doesn't she." Furgus exclaims as he dodges in and out from under the tipped half-orc until he is rested on the ground.

He then steps back and looks at the others. "Well I thnk this will slow us down." then with a shrug he bounds off to the side. "Oh, well! Any one else hungry?"

 

[Uriel]

Niccolo frest at not being able to aid his companion, though he is at a loss as to what to do. Sighing, he plays a happy tune upon his violin, quiet and lively, so as to lift spirits as Fendric tries to work/aid Nurthk.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Nurthk is relieved when the halfling leaves.

Ah, he's gone, I can concentrate on recovering now. Must thank Niccolo for the music too when I can. Fendric's a good sort, seems I'm gonna owe him a lot.

 

[Mithreander]

Furgus starts to build a fire and takes out some rations to warm up over the fire. He looks over at the half-orc that's laying down, nodding in time to the music. As the rations warm up, he asks the lying orc-kin "Do you want some? Might help you recover some strength. No, don't get up, I'll bring some to you. A lady needs her beauty rest... and I think you may be over due. Could that be the reason for your current state? Your body feeling the need for that needed refresher, because from here, it really looks like you've neglected it!" He then takes a bit of the rations that to the half-orc and turns to Fendric.

"We'll need to get him to someone who can help him if you can not soon. As he is right now, if he stays like that for too long he'll die of thirst. Has this ever occured before? I mean are the reoccurant, or is this the first time it has occured?" Furgus then turns more serious eyes onto the orc-kin on the ground, "This is not good... though I'm sure you'll be fine. We'll find a way to get you back on your feet. Hey! We have the active force of gods in this land, not to mention a wide assortment of magics! I'm sure we'll be able to find o cure, so don't loose heart." Furgus then starts to eat the rations he had brought over since the orc-kin was not able to.

I still wonder what he has in his pockets...

 

[dpdx]

[Okay, meta-game question: Fendric has a Lesser Restoration prepared - can he cast it to positive effect even if he doesn't know what attribute loss Nurthk is suffering from? In other words, would the Lesser Restoration restore points to the right attribute on its own, or would I have to guess?]

Fendric looks at Furgus: "The nearest cleric of sufficient ability to cure Nurthk that I know about is back in Bethel; anywhere else, like the city on the coast, we'd be taking a chance, and then there's the matter of getting him there alive, may Pelor grant us aid in the journey. Today, I wish to attempt a Lesser Restoration, and tomorrow, when I can prepare the spell, I will attempt to Cure his Paralysis, which if everything goes correctly, may the Radiant Light make it so, should allow him to take food and drink."

Fendric then looks up at the rest of the party: "I think our best recourse is to take that chance, and head downriver to the coast. For that, we shall need boats, and at least one of sufficient size to carry our friend lying down throughout the journey. Will one of you fetch Ozzy, and see if we can borrow some?"

Finally, Fendric looks at Shavah: "It would appear that our choice is made for us, and that we shall have to abandon Father Premule for the time being, as I will NOT let Nurthk perish if I have the power to help it. May Pelor forgive me."

 

[Guilt Puppy]

[Okay, meta-game question: Fendric has a Lesser Restoration prepared - can he cast it to positive effect even if he doesn't know what attribute loss Nurthk is suffering from? In other words, would the Lesser Restoration restore points to the right attribute on its own, or would I have to guess?]

(OOC - I'm assuming the spell description is ambiguous, so let's say it's a heal check DC 15 to recognize ability loss; otherwise, it's a guess, unless the person suffering can give you some information.)

Hiritus runs to find Ozzy -- you'd swear he said "yes, sir" under his breath as he turned -- while Shavah surveys Fendric's options.

"Isn't downriver where you wanted to go to look for Premule next? If so, we can shadow you -- maybe catch up with you once you've found an adequate healer."

And Hiritus is quick to return with Osbourne in tow, who looks flabbergasted as he looks down at Nurthk and listens to your requests. Eventually, he collects himself enough to respond usefully.

"Yeah, we can spare some boats for you to borrow... I'll talk to some townsfolk, see what I can get up. How many do you need?"

 

[Festy_Dog]

Bah, he knows I'm male, he's just trying to make me angry. Heh, wonder where he'd get the inspiration to piss off a paralyzed half-orc anyway.

Nurthk lies in his spot, and tries to keep track of the events going on around him.

 

[dpdx]

[Heal check: 14 + 4 = 18. I'm guessing it's CON, and he's nearly down to zero.]

Fendric takes in the information from Shavah and Osbourne, performs a quick head count, and some long division: "Presuming four 'bigfolk' can fit in a boat, would four boats be too much to ask for? If you'd like, we can leave our mounts as collateral upon their safe return. I'm not sure they'd fit in the boat, anyway..." The half-elf permits himself a small chuckle at that last remark.

While he waits for the burghermeister's response, he turns his attention to Shavah. "I have no doubt that Father Premule could cure my afflicted friend in his sleep, may Heironeous smile on him, but we're not even sure we'll find him on our way. I'd love your company, but you are by no means bound to supply it. If you think you'd be better off looking in another direction, I assure you that we'll do whatever is necessary to secure his release, should we find him."

Fendric will then return his attention to Nurthk, [performing the above Heal check and] casting the Lesser Restoration [2 points restored].

 

[doghead]

Xaio stays out of the others' way, but pays careful attention in cease he is needed.

Furgus' antics are disgraceful, and a quick twist of the wrist is all that is needed to deliver a sharp rap across the shins, wrists, head, ... whatever, with the staff. To inform him of such.

OOC: non-lethal damage this time.

 

[Mithreander]

Furgus rolls from the attack (probably caught by surprise, so his AC would be minimal, AC 14, so I'll assume Xaio's hits even with the -4 to hit penelty for dealing nonlethal damage, for playing's sake), resisting the urge to rub the spot on his head (sure, what the heck) with his hands and comes to his feet, two silvered daggers in hands (using total defense for this round since he's not sure what/who/why he was smacked or smacked by so AC is 25).

"HEY! What's the big idea?!" He looks acusingly at the monk like human when he sees that he was the one in a possition to do so. Bringing his voice down to a normal level he continues, "If you enjoy picking on those smaller then yourself, I can understand, but at least have the honor to let them defend themselves! Come on!" The little man seems to be moving eratically, with leeps and turns that makes his small frame that much more difficult to hit.