Domhani Bairdéir 01

[mleibrock]

Friends?

Gavril gamely strikes a pose and examines himself. "Well, despite its esthetic merits I hope to avoid this shade of red whenever possible." He sighs as the wound is healed. "Damn that beats hell out of doing it the long way." Gavril looks over the assembled company marveling at the fates that have brought such an odd crew together. "There is a bond that comes with surviving a night like this. I am proud to have had you all at my side. I shudder to think how close to the end I came on this stormy night. Thank you all. I hope henceforth you'll do me the honor of calling me 'friend'." He doffs his hat and bows formally to the group.

Skáth has never really had a close friend before and he is unsure why he feels so close to Gavril in such a short amount of time. Maybe it is his jovial attitude, or perhaps because he is such a doofus and doesn't mind showing it. Skáth grins as an endless number of practical jokes he could play on Gavril come to mind. At any rate he is pleased that Gavril mentioned the word friendship and is pleasantly feeding off the happy feelings eminating in the room.

 

[Pan]

Scratch that then..

Daesaigh holds his beverage in hand for quite some time before finally deciding to crouch low in his stool and hide his face enough so that he can drink without displaying his face. After taking a quick drink he replaces his scarf concealing his face, which strangly has not yet been seen by anyone. He then collects the courage to up and sit by the green man, the winged man, the kind hearted man, and the lady's bane.

"I cannot say what alignment of the stars has brought us here together, but I can say that I am relieved that I had the company of minds such as yours to assist in such a waylay. I am Daesaigh Fioru, of the west country, where I dare say I have never seen such monstrosity. What were those things, and will there be more?"

He visibly shudders at the thought.

 

[mleibrock]

Skáth

Skáth take a seat in the middle of the table where Athelstan sits. He rolls a perception roll (1d6=5, 1d6=2, 1d6=1) to see if he spots that he is not really drinking. (Mike will that notice it?)

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Belated Replies

OK, in order of necessary replies:

The Stills reply to Cerallos: "Sir, after what you and the other guests have done for our family, you may ask whatever you wish of us. Jinny and Usta are still unconscious, but we'll be happy to answer your questions, and you may speak with them when they awaken."

Skáth determines that Gavril retains only one visible wound (OOC: the BODY Drain attack left no marks) and it is mildly to moderately severe, though in no way life threatening. (OOC: Scott, you'll have to correct me if I got that wrong - I've misplaced my tracking sheet from the combat).

Skáth also notices that Athelstan is not drinking.

OOC: Did that cover everything? If not, let me know and I'll post further replies this evening.

 

[draven14]

Cerallos

"Well, How were you first aware that your children transformed into those ghouls? Did they try to attack you as well? If you can remember any details at all, it will help. There has to be an explanation for this."


Cerallos tries to carefully ask the right questions without sounding offensive. And he is very observant to the reactions given by the Stills as he questions them, careful not to be overwhelming.

 

[Scotley]

Gavril

OOC: Yes the wound wasn't too bad, all things considered. To what extent has Gavril noticed the odd behavior of his companions--the general reticence and concealing?

Gavril pales slightly at Athelstan comment about not knowing the company of a woman for some time a look of pity comes to his eye. He quickly turns his attention to Daesaigh, "Right before it felled me I had a thought about our shadowy foe, but I can't seem to remember. Maybe the wine will wash a memory forward. Does no one have knowledge of the censor that seems to have been the start of this whole mess?" Gavril contemplates the strange assmeblage. I've seen some odd characters in taverns before, but our little group is most unusual. On any other night meeting a real live winged fairy would be bizzare enough, but after all that's happened the little bugger seems like just another drinking buddy. And what's with the nervious potion bottler? He looks like a rabbit in a hawks shadow, ready to bolt, but not sure which way to run.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

A Night In Out of the Rain

OOC:

Gavril does not notice that Athelstan's not drinking, but everything else is fairly plain.

IC:

Dorothea speaks up: "I was just about to lay wood to the fire for this morning, when the children came downstairs in a rush and attacked me! If it hadn't been for you all, we'd have lost everything - including our lives!"

 

[mleibrock]

Skáth

OOC: Yes the wound wasn't too bad, all things considered. To what extent has Gavril noticed the odd behavior of his companions--the general reticence and concealing?

Gavril pales slightly at Athelstan comment about not knowing the company of a woman for some time a look of pity comes to his eye. He quickly turns his attention to Daesaigh, "Right before it felled me I had a thought about our shadowy foe, but I can't seem to remember. Maybe the wine will wash a memory forward. Does no one have knowledge of the censor that seems to have been the start of this whole mess?" Gavril contemplates the strange assmeblage. I've seen some odd characters in taverns before, but our little group is most unusual. On any other night meeting a real live winged fairy would be bizzare enough, but after all that's happened the little bugger seems like just another drinking buddy. And what's with the nervious potion bottler? He looks like a rabbit in a hawks shadow, ready to bolt, but not sure which way to run.

"I believe that your skills with that blade saved you a lot more damage. You are quite the fighter." Nonetheless, you do seem to be injured so let me see what I can do to ease that pain."

First, Skáth will use his healing skills to make sure all the wounds are properly bandaged and poulticed. healing skill check (1d6=6, 1d6=5, 1d6=4)

Secondly, Skáth will use his faeborn healing skill to heal Gavril as much as amaze the crowd. He will create as much pomp and circumstance as he feels he may get away with and grit his teeth as if concentrating with all his might.

faeborn healing (1d6=4, 1d6=6, 1d6=3) - This meets the check exactly. Hopefully that is a success, not sure if you have to meet or be under the target number.

If it is a success, the healing roll is... success roll (1d6=1, 1d6=4, 1d6=5)

Hmm, should not have been so difficult, maybe I went overboard on the pomp and actually distrated myself.

 

[mleibrock]

Skáth

I'm afraid I'll have to take your word for that. I've not known the company of a woman for... quite some time.

Athelstan lifts his glass and feigns drinking, instead only letting the liquid touch his closed lips. He then sets the glass down with one hand and wipes away what residue is left with the other.

Won't get me drunk, no sir! Still... perhaps I've nothing to worry about from these people. The charismatic one, at least, seems alright so far.

So what do you think we should all do now?

When Skáth notices that Athelstan is not actually drinking, he will crook his and look him in the eye and look questioning at him, making it clear to Athelstan that Skáth is wondering why Athelstan would feel the need to deceive so.

 

[Mattress]

When Skáth notices that Athelstan is not actually drinking, he will crook his and look him in the eye and look questioning at him, making it clear to Athelstan that Skáth is wondering why Athelstan would feel the need to deceive so.

Athelstan sees this and gives him "the bug eyes" right back.

Don't look at me...