Warren the halfling, HP 32/39, AC 23, Assassin's Stance
[sblock=Creamsteak]Warren staggers over to his sunrod after the fight, worried about the wound he took, since he's not sure if it'll be alright with a little combat dressing or potentially life-threatening.
'That croaker got in a good shot, damn him,' the halfling thinks.
He pulls out a healing potion from his belt pouch and guzzles it, wanting to be certain he'll be in no danger from the injury, what with Avril and Siobhan back with the others. Warren sneers as he thinks,
'Those fools have probably been ambushed by the dragon or somethin by now, I'll bet, and they'll come running after wise ole Warren with their tales between their legs.'
This thought is immediately followed by the more depressing thought that they may've all died from another ambush-while-sleeping, the poor fools. But he shirks that annoying train of thought quickly, refocusing on his own survival. Warren pulls his short sword from the second croaking-lizard-guy's throat, makes sure it's good and dead, wipes the blodd off wherever he can, then loots the corpses. Afterward he resumes meditation and practicing his forms once again, to be ready for the next time he needs to call on Orlane's special techniques.
With a sadistic idea springing to mind, Warren chops off the croakers' heads and drags them outside, using their own wierd blades to do the chopping, rather than bloodying his own sword again. He digs one of the wierd blades into the ground just outside the farmstead's doorway to serve as a makeshift pike, a foot or so in front of it and a bit to the side, then sticks the first lizard-thing's fire-blackened head on the bladed tip. He does the same on the opposite side, also in front of the doorway, sticking the second lizard-thing's unmarred head on the blade's tip.
'This'll freak out or annoy any more of 'em that come by, and Larian will probably wrinkle his dainty elven nose at the display, heh, assuming he lives to see it.' Warren thinks.
He leaves the lizard corpses inside the farmstead, finishes his search of the house, then returns to Serrin, adding the four new acid globes to the saddlebags carefully, along with any remaining wierd blades. He figures it'll be useful to examine at least the one from the lizard-guy outside later on, and see how decent the blade is or not. That one's corpse is left where he killed it, charred by the Death Mark.
Warren makes sure his own sword is securely sheathed and slips the sunrod into his backpack, mounting up, then pulling out the sunrod to use as he continues riding to Terrelton. He still intends to be cautious upon arriving there, sneaking around the edges on foot to look and listen for any signs of peril. He hopes the people of Terrelton are alright and unharmed, but almost as much out of desire for a nice bed and breakfast, as out of concern for the health of the townsfolk.
OOC, Warren's original CLW potion
healed him of 5 HP. Be sure to mention the severed heads impaled on their own weapons, and the corpses nearby, if any of the others pass the farmstead on their way.
![:]](http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png "Devious :]")
Warren definitely does best in brief, close-range battles with few foes.....like most swordsages. Had his second Death Mark missed, or had he not focused on recovering it after the first lizard fell outside, he would've surely been flanked and feelin' the pain more, left with Shadow Blade Technique with Burning Blade to try and finish off the lizard he missed, before resorting to ordinary 1d4+5 stabbin's.
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(ooc, Warren will be roundly amused if the party comes slinking into town half a day behind him, ragged and tired, after being ambushed again in their sleep as he said they would. Larian and Avril will know from their earlier acquiantence with Warren that he's something of a braggart; it's part of his low charisma)
