Thomas Hobbes
First Post
Octar pants for a moment, resting on his sword, before yanking it out of the snake and running along it's body, heading towards the opposite end of the room and hoping to avoid the spikes.
Crossed Paths - Part I
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doghead
thotd
Round 8
Marcus reloads and shifts carefully northwards again, if for no other reason than to clear the entrance for the others. Seeing the elemental take on the old crone, he shifts his attention to the young one. But he glances over at the pillar area now and then, just in case.
Bringing up the crossbow, he shoots.
Marcus reloads and shifts carefully northwards again, if for no other reason than to clear the entrance for the others. Seeing the elemental take on the old crone, he shifts his attention to the young one. But he glances over at the pillar area now and then, just in case.
Bringing up the crossbow, he shoots.
Manzanita
First Post
Round 8
The voluptuous young woman is lying in a pool of blood, after having been mauled by the swarm of bats. Evidently she was not tough enough to survive such an encounter, although, you cannot tell by cursory inspection whether she is dead, or just unconscious. The same goes with the crone, who does not get up again after being slammed by the earth elemental.
Octar is able to advance to the dais, where the bodies are, by staying close to the south wall, and stepping over the snake. The room has become startingly silent, now, as the din of combat has ended. You hear faint sounds of dripping water & hissing snakes.
The voluptuous young woman is lying in a pool of blood, after having been mauled by the swarm of bats. Evidently she was not tough enough to survive such an encounter, although, you cannot tell by cursory inspection whether she is dead, or just unconscious. The same goes with the crone, who does not get up again after being slammed by the earth elemental.
Octar is able to advance to the dais, where the bodies are, by staying close to the south wall, and stepping over the snake. The room has become startingly silent, now, as the din of combat has ended. You hear faint sounds of dripping water & hissing snakes.
doghead
thotd
Marcus lowers the crossbow to his side.
He tenderly shifts a little again, feeling for the spikes. If they are still there, he moves as slowly as necessary towards the pillar. Reaching it he will carefully check the status of the old crone, keeping his distance until he is sure that there are no visible signs of life. You have to watch these spellcasters, they can look one thing and be another ... A sharp prod with the crossbow just to be sure.
If dead, he says so to the others. Then adds, "How about the young one? Is she dead? Are we done here? Lord I hope so."
He tenderly shifts a little again, feeling for the spikes. If they are still there, he moves as slowly as necessary towards the pillar. Reaching it he will carefully check the status of the old crone, keeping his distance until he is sure that there are no visible signs of life. You have to watch these spellcasters, they can look one thing and be another ... A sharp prod with the crossbow just to be sure.
If dead, he says so to the others. Then adds, "How about the young one? Is she dead? Are we done here? Lord I hope so."
Jarval
Explorer
With a gesture, Brioc sends the conjured elemental along the passageway, hunting for any other . This done, he cautiously advances towards the doorway, weary of the spell that injured his companions.
"I join you in that hope, my friend." He replies to Marcus. "I've used most of the Gods grace for today, and I've spilled more blood than I'd have liked. Still, we should check that the women were carrying no items of power. It would be ill-advised to leave such objects in the hands of the Wendol."
"I join you in that hope, my friend." He replies to Marcus. "I've used most of the Gods grace for today, and I've spilled more blood than I'd have liked. Still, we should check that the women were carrying no items of power. It would be ill-advised to leave such objects in the hands of the Wendol."
Manzanita
First Post
End of combat
Upon checking, Brioc and Marcus can tell that both women are still alive, but will probably bleed to death if unaided. The male is dead, Marcus' bolt having pierced his heart.
The floor is still spiked, and the elemental disapears after 3 rounds, without making it very far down the passage.
No one in the group is undamamged. (Nathaniel and Marcus are at 7 hps, Octar at 8, Brioc at 9, Ehldannis at 14, and Dhormium at 17.) All have wounds and Octar, still feeling the effects of the snake's poison, is feeling weak and nausous. (He has lost 2 pts of Con)
The crone wears fancy leather armor, a scimitar, pearl earrings, and some sort of jade necklace. The braziers in the room are burning oil and seem to be made of silver, with ornate carvings, probably worth something to the right buyer. The tapestries too, seem ancient and well made, but are smoke stained and not very clear. They are also large and heavy.
Despite an intense fight, the party has only been in the caverns a couple minutes. The waterbreathing will last more than 2 more hours.
OOC: to jog your memory, (I know how easy it is to lose track of such things in PbP), your information from the dwarves was:
Upon checking, Brioc and Marcus can tell that both women are still alive, but will probably bleed to death if unaided. The male is dead, Marcus' bolt having pierced his heart.
The floor is still spiked, and the elemental disapears after 3 rounds, without making it very far down the passage.
No one in the group is undamamged. (Nathaniel and Marcus are at 7 hps, Octar at 8, Brioc at 9, Ehldannis at 14, and Dhormium at 17.) All have wounds and Octar, still feeling the effects of the snake's poison, is feeling weak and nausous. (He has lost 2 pts of Con)
The crone wears fancy leather armor, a scimitar, pearl earrings, and some sort of jade necklace. The braziers in the room are burning oil and seem to be made of silver, with ornate carvings, probably worth something to the right buyer. The tapestries too, seem ancient and well made, but are smoke stained and not very clear. They are also large and heavy.
Despite an intense fight, the party has only been in the caverns a couple minutes. The waterbreathing will last more than 2 more hours.
OOC: to jog your memory, (I know how easy it is to lose track of such things in PbP), your information from the dwarves was:
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Guilt Puppy
First Post
Nathaniel ends his oration, breathless now.
"Bravely fought, friends," he sighs. "Shall we head back then, and tell this tale?"
He does not, however, move to exit: There is still something left to be done, after all, and not something he wishes to acknowledge.
In the meantime, he'll cast Cure Light Wounds on himself, and one more Cure Light Wounds on whoever needs it most on his side of the spikes.
"Bravely fought, friends," he sighs. "Shall we head back then, and tell this tale?"
He does not, however, move to exit: There is still something left to be done, after all, and not something he wishes to acknowledge.
In the meantime, he'll cast Cure Light Wounds on himself, and one more Cure Light Wounds on whoever needs it most on his side of the spikes.
doghead
thotd
The adrenelin draining from his blood stream, Marcus begins feels weary. And his foot hurts. Although Octar and Brioc look a bit battered as well. The mental cogs turn slowly.
"If this is the woman we sought, then we are are done almost done. But only almost. She still breathes ...
"And even if she stops, what comes then. I don't fancy marching out through the caves holding her head. Perhaps a quiet return the way we came. Death that came and went leaving no trace. The unseen can be more disconcerting than the seen.
"And how do we know that she is the one."
"If this is the woman we sought, then we are are done almost done. But only almost. She still breathes ...
"And even if she stops, what comes then. I don't fancy marching out through the caves holding her head. Perhaps a quiet return the way we came. Death that came and went leaving no trace. The unseen can be more disconcerting than the seen.
"And how do we know that she is the one."
Thomas Hobbes
First Post
Octar shakes his head. "If it is not her, we've not finished out task. But I think it is. An old and powerful magic user with a large animal pet- it fits the description. But there is only one way to find out." At this point, he glances unfomfortably at the younger girl. "Perhaps we should save her," he says at last. "Enough killing for today."
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