(Casual D&D IV) A Knight for a Pawn

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[Awesome. Congrats, everybody, and thank you, GP, for the best PbP I've ever had the pleasure to be a part of. ]

Fendric enjoys an elven reverie, and seems thankful that his half-elven blood affords him the opportunity. As Hiritus slumbers on, the cleric tends to his prayers.

Fendric's re-entrance coincides with Hiritus' awakening, and as the scarves and others rise, Fendric looks for his companions.

[This is the first time in a while, anyway, that anyone in the party went to sleep with any damage yet unhealed, but I've checked with my CRB 3.5, and the normal rule is 1 HP for each level for a full night of rest. I believe that puts Fendric at full health in the morning, and Hiritus as well. ]

 

[DrZombie]

Raven wakes up sore as hell, and more then a little grouchy. While his breathing no longer has a bubly rasp to it, he still starts the day by coughing like a madman and holding his sides 'till the pain stops (woohoo 9/57 hitpoints). He takes his anger out on the metal thing, giving it a few good kicks to enlighten his foul mood.

"Allright. Let's find the controller for this thing. Tatlock, go get some sleep."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Nurthk wakes bright and early, and sorts through his equipment to see what is still intact since the particularly chaotic fight with the thunder birds. He wanders off for a time to gather some breakfast, but after eating spends a lot of time considering what to do with Gale's riding gear. He eventually decides to leave the decision until later and helps the others with the dilemna of the construct.

"I remember last night someone suggested we dump it in the ocean," he says, "Perhaps we could try that, let the saltwater deal with it."

Nurthk's ulterior motive was that he hoped to find his hat, slim as the odds were, while hanging around the water's edge.

 

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Before Raven can exert himself any more against the metal man, Fendric marches right up to him and grabbing his arm, casts furiously.

[Cure Critical Wounds on Raven: 40 HP healed.]

After doing so, he turns to Nurthk, and asks:

"My friend, are you in need of any healing? I should think you might still be injured.

And by the way, yes, it was I who suggested the sea deal with that... thing. However, our woodsman felt that leaving that thing alone in the ocean might actually help it to recover."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Nurthk looks closely at the construct, "Maybe you're right, it's not as though I know much about these things.

"I'm more or less fine, Fendric, but thanks for the offer. I must have had a stroke of strange luck yesterday, because the worst injury I received was the bruising from being thrown down a slick sloped and almost being crushed under my horse. Everything cleared up overnight. An unusual turn of events for me since I like being in the thick of things."

 

[DrZombie]

Before Raven can exert himself any more against the metal man, Fendric marches right up to him and grabbing his arm, casts furiously.

[Cure Critical Wounds on Raven: 40 HP healed.]

After doing so, he turns to Nurthk, and asks:

"My friend, are you in need of any healing? I should think you might still be injured.

And by the way, yes, it was I who suggested the sea deal with that... thing. However, our woodsman felt that leaving that thing alone in the ocean might actually help it to recover."

"Thanks, Fendric. That feels a lot better." Raven says. "And no, my thoughts went more like : if we leave it in the sea it will eventually repair itself. We will probably be long gone, but it'll still try to get on land and return here, killing everyone in it's path, be they fishermen, merchants, miners, women or children. That was what I was trying to avoid."

"Anyway, tea's ready, we've got some bread, and there's still some stew left. The faster we've found a way to disable that thing, the faster we can get out of here."

He checks his sword for damage after the fight, then selects a string and strings his bow.

 

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"Thanks, Fendric. That feels a lot better." Raven says. "And no, my thoughts went more like : if we leave it in the sea it will eventually repair itself. We will probably be long gone, but it'll still try to get on land and return here, killing everyone in it's path, be they fishermen, merchants, miners, women or children. That was what I was trying to avoid."

"Anyway, tea's ready, we've got some bread, and there's still some stew left. The faster we've found a way to disable that thing, the faster we can get out of here."

"Maybe you're right, it's not as though I know much about these things.

"I'm more or less fine, Fendric, but thanks for the offer. I must have had a stroke of strange luck yesterday, because the worst injury I received was the bruising from being thrown down a slick sloped and almost being crushed under my horse. Everything cleared up overnight. An unusual turn of events for me since I like being in the thick of things."

"Then you may or may not appreciate when I say this, my dear friends, but our hosts found a tunnel going further back, or so Hiritus tells me. That thing came from there, most assuredly, and we are mostly recovered from the events of yesterday, and at full spell complements, Radiant Light Be Praised."

Hiritus, drawn by the smell of breakfast, most likely, chimes in.

"That's right - we can pound on that thing some more, probably to no avail, or we can take the tunnel back and maybe shut it off at the source. I haven't gone caving... ever."

Hiritus stops talking long enough to notice that Raven is still bleeding.

"Shall I?" he asks Raven.

Before Raven can respond, Fendric interjects. "No, brother, I shall finish."

[Fendric casts Cure Light Wounds on Raven for exactly 8 hp - whew!]

"So," continues Hiritus as he noshes on one of his last pieces of bread, "Tourne, or go down?"

 

[Festy_Dog]

"If anyone remembers what I was saying yesterday I believe we have a time limit in getting to Tourne. Getting there and finishing our task would make me feel much better about returning and checking the caves. If the metal man seems to be a greater concern then we go into the deeper sections of the cave and put off the letter," Nurthk was curious to see people's decisions.

 

[DrZombie]

"I'll take you all cavin'. you'll love it, especially when you run out of torches, get lost, follow sounds whitch you think is metalsmithing but turns out to be a battle between Dwarven berserkers and a bunch of gnolls. Took those stumpies two friggin months before they decided that I was actually helping them when i took out the gnoll chief with an arrow through the eye, not robbing them of gloriouos combat."
He smiles.
"But that's a story for another time. I say we go to the cave, turn off this monstrosity before it tries to break my ribs again, and then continue on with the letters."

 

[Sparky]

Morning brings stiff joints and sore muscles to Oliver. He shuffles out of the magic shelter that Cylantro provided, grumbling thanks.

He finds the Yellow Scarves still at the work of keeping the contraption stymied. Eventually the others converge on the strange scene. He watches for a while, shakes his head, "As curious as I am about this... automaton, the letters entrusted to Fendric are his business and, by extension, our business. Or mine, at least," He pauses and clears his throat, "I won't speak for the rest of you. I think we could stand to experiment a bit with the automaton, see if we can disable it without seeking out more trouble." He looks pointedly at Raven, bushy eyebrows drawn together, somehow looking more stately than the day before. But still cantankerous.