(Casual D&D) A Game of Trust

[Uriel]

Niccolo looks up from the side of Nurthk,shaking his head. Whispering to Fendric, he says 'Are you sure that these fellows are dedicated to getting things done? They do seem, and this is a lt coming from me, a bit...scatterbrained.'

 

[Festy_Dog]

Nurthk sees the exchange between the monk and the thief and would smile if he was able to.

Ha, now I feel a lot better.

 

[doghead]

Ignoring the frenetically capering halfling, Xiao turns to his backpack and pulls out a blanket.

"We should wrap the Nurthk in this and move him near to the fire. He should be kept warm to ensure the blood can flow. The weird little one has done some good, even if it was unintended."

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Fendric: On closer examination, your assumptions seem somewhat correct -- if something isn't done soon, it appears that he'll start suffering from symptoms that will take magic to remove. (OOC - It looks like he will have some Con loss at some point, just not yet -- so you can hold on to the spell for now.) You'll note as well that he is showing very little flexibility -- his muscles seem to resist any movement.

Ozzy says he'll have no trouble getting four boats, although four to a boat might be a little much... For a larger boat, the sort normally pedaled by two halflings, five hundred pounds is about as much as it can carry, and more than three hundred will probably slow you down. Since you're going downriver, you at least won't need anyone to pedal the turn-crank for the waterwheel, but you'll be faster if you can... Problem is, the pedals are halfling size, so the bigger folk might have to use their arms.

Shavah, for her part, is willing to come along, but when she comes back from conference with the other Heironeans, it seems they are less than willing -- the group there seems split between waiting here, and heading home. Unless they're convinced to come along, that leaves six of you, counting Hiritus, and seven, counting Shavah (who seems to still have some faith in your plan of action) -- which should be easily split among four boats, possibly fewer.

 

[dpdx]

[Just a note, Mith: I've played with you before, and I know you like to play your halflings Dragonlance kender-style. Which from a player's standpoint is cool with me, but be prepared to deal with the IC consequences, like subdual, and 'choices'. Therefore:]

"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!"

Fendric, having finally had enough, takes a minute from his ministrations to wheel on Furgus. The others have never seen him this angry since the original party encountered undead guards in Bethel.

"And you, good sir, seem to enjoy picking on a paralyzed warrior who doesn't have the means at present to defend himself, either!

Therefore, I will take the liberty on behalf of the group of presenting you with a choice, may Pelor guide me: either treat the members of this group with respect, or leave.

I told you before, when you were ready to draw sword on these people back in the hall, that these are my friends. NOTHING. HAS. CHANGED. Your mockery of this valiant warrior humors no one. Our mission is serious, but it may result in great reward. You are welcome to join it, IF and ONLY IF you can do so without hindering it. And getting in my way, at present, is a hindrance.

You have until nightfall to decide if these terms are suitable."

That being finished, still a tad irritated, he talks to Shavah, which is probably a mistake: "Thank you. Would you be so kind as to ask your colleagues if they have a BETTER IDEA?"

 

[doghead]

Xaio moves over to where Nurthk lies. He keeps his eyes on Nurthk's as Fendric outlines Fergus's options, but his face is as neutral as he can keep it. Once its over, he begins to lay out the blanket alongside Nurthk.

"I am going to roll you onto one side, then the other. It will be a little uncomfortable at first, but the blanket will keep you warm, and allow us to move you more easily if we need to."

He pauses for a moment, watching Nurthk's eyes carefully for any acknowledgement.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Originally Posted by doghead
"I am going to roll you onto one side, then the other. It will be a little uncomfortable at first, but the blanket will keep you warm, and allow us to move you more easily if we need to."

Looks like he expects a response, better think of something.

Nurthk moves his eyes up and down, trying to perform the equivalent of a nod.

 

[Guilt Puppy]

That being finished, still a tad irritated, he talks to Shavah, which is probably a mistake: "Thank you. Would you be so kind as to ask your colleagues if they have a BETTER IDEA?"

She responds immediately -- utterly calm and civil in tone, but undisguisedly sharp as well.

"Well, off the top of my head, Lanatus thinks we should have stayed with the rest of the clergy until we knew more, which is really terrific for morale seeing as he was the one who organized us to begin with. Shamil thinks it would be impatient to leave after one day, and sacrifice whatever strategic leverage he thinks this location gives us. Laam, on the other hand, is just generally scared, Balger is chiding everyone for 'buying that haughty elf's savior-of-all-that's-good act,' and to aid in the process, Lucian is playing devil's advocate against every point that's made, and managing to sway the opinion of the rest back and forth every five minutes."

Shavah sighs, and her tone becomes more apologetic.

"Look, these people aren't travelers, they aren't adventurers. Three days ago there was order to their lives and two days ago it got snipped away in an instant. You expect them to adapt to this, changing plans every few hours, then laying in wait for even more hours, and finding time to sneak in the occasional party in between? They can do it, but it's going to take a little prodding. We're not all as straight-sighted as you: Some of us have doubts."

Meanwhile, a few hollers from shore reveal that your boats have begun to gather: Three so far, with what appear to be a fourth and fifth coming from just a bit upriver.

Hiritus skulks softly to Fendric's side.

"Shall I go prod while you help Nurthk to the boats, or vice versa?"

 

[Uriel]

Heading down to the boats to see that all is well, Niccolo leads Alexander along,whistling a cheery tune an trying to get the dog to bark along.
'Hmm, I shall have to teach you a few tricks,Alexander, ere you are a Great and Powerful Wardog.'
At the water's edge,while awaiting the others, Nico leads Alexander to the river to get a drink, while he digs through his backpack for some fabric to make Alexander a saddle-blanket, maybe something to match the Standard.

 

[doghead]

Nurthk moves his eyes up and down, trying to perform the equivalent of a nod.

Xiao nods and proceeds as outlined. Once Nurthk is on the blanket, he wraps the edges of up and over the immobile figure.

"There. It is done."

Rising to his feet, he collects his backpack and places it under Nurthk's feet. He pauses for a moment wondering if there is anything else he can do.

I can keep him company, at least.

Squatting once more beside Nurthk, he begins to talk about life in the temple that was his home for most of his life. Its a story fully of battles, crazy old men and dark magick.