Dr. Si's Curse of the Crimson Throne - Beta Group

[Neurotic]

Edmond Deathwish

Noting with some concern that half-orc entered blood rage, Edmond steps into the doorway thus protecting Dj'ahn and giving himself some room to maneuver if barbarian doesn't calm down.

Good work, Thorson!

Dj'ahn how goes binding? Do you need help?

We may yet gain some surprise from all of this.



HP: 21
AC: 15
F/R/W: +3/+2/+2
Spells:
0th: 3
1st: 2

 

[Ambrus]

Kneeling on the small of Yargin's back, the tiny halfling guttersnipe continues his frantic efforts to bind the human's wrists. Seeing the second of Lamm's cronies defeated in such a brutally gruesome fashion, Dj'hân suddenly finds himself overwhelmed with powerful feelings of fright, elation and horror. Quietly the young boy begins sniffling as tears well up in the corners of his eyes.

OOC: 2nd full-round action to continue binding Yargin.

 

[Valthosian]

Staring down at Giggle's headless corpse as if it were a thousand yards away, Thorson turmoil embroiled mind gradually slows, though it seems to take an eternity to him. Giggle's blood pooling at his feet, threatening to soak into his boots causes the barbarian to take a half-step back, and finally the moment is broken and the familiar ache of having exerted himself too much takes hold. His back and shoulders protest as the greataxe is returned to its sling, and a sharper pain in his ribs vies with the sensations coming from his badly mangled thigh. Blood continues to seep out of the bite but the half-orc ignores it for the moment.

Bloodthirsty fantasies of ripping Giggle's heart out of his chest and eating it swim through his mind, but ultimately, this foe was not sufficiently strong or admirable to merit absorbing his spirit.

Wearily acknowledging Edmond's comment with a nod and the comment handy spell, Thorson leans against the wall before his brain catches up to the realization that Dj'hân is all alone with Yargin in the other room, he limps quickly over there and craches down inelegantly to one knee next to the bound man.

Noticing then the tears in Dj'hân's eyes, he feels a moment of confusion before recalling similar displays of warriors after their early combats.

It's alright boy, happens to most people, a battlefield is just something that you get used to, people can get used to anything. You did fine. If you need any help with that, Thorson points at Yargin's increasingly mummified form, let me know.

[sblock=ooc]Thorson has 11 HP remaining and 6 rage points. He is fatigued for the next two rounds. The bit about eating Giggle's heart to take on his spirit draws from various primitive culture's superstitions and is not intended to have any game or stat implications.[/sblock]

 

[Ambrus]

Dj'hân looks up uncertainly at the looming mass of the kneeling half-orc as tears begin streaming down his grime-covered cherubic face. In vain, the boy tries to stifle his crying while setting his mouth in a small hard line. Without a word, Dj'hân simply nods his head gratefully and offers up the ends of the knot that he's trying to tie in Yargin's sash.

Sliding down off on the man's back, the urchin wipes his eyes with the palms of his hands. Blinking back the tears, Dj'hân seems to notice how badly injured his giant companion is. "You're bleeding..." The sight of the glistening blood seeping through Thorson's trousers reminds the young halfling of something he'd once possessed. Did he still have it? Could it help the half-orc? Taking the red cap off his disheveled head, Dj'hân begins rummaging through its haphazardly collected contents in search of something. Elated at having found what he's searching for, the beaming guttersnipe pulls out a fist-sized stoppered vial, rises up on tiptoes and offers it to Thorson at arms length. "Here Mr. Giant. It's medicine. It'll make you feel better."

OOC: Seeing as there's no immediate threat, are we out of combat rounds?

 

[Valthosian]

That's... Thorson blinks rapidly in surprise, That's too valuable Dj'hân for someone like me. Realizing that Dj'hân would probably be hurt if he didn't take the boy up on the offer, Thorson accepts the vial and drinks, quickly feeling the effects of the positive energy. Thank you, the half-orc breathes, then remembering that there is still a job to do, he finishes knotting Yargin up, then grabbing the man by the hair Thorson asks Dj'hân, So, shall we get the others and wake up sleeping beauty here?

 

[Oni]

For a moment the din of combat and the weird flashes of colour at the corner of the room seemed all very distant and muffled as she pushed her spell into being. Around the room strange fire soundlessly sprang to life, seemingly born of the air itself, shedding baleful heatless light and like a witch's oil burnt green and blue and white. Her spell complete, the sights and sound of everything going on rushed over her with a terrible accuteness, as though reality itself had suddenly become louder. This return to awareness fell in time with Thorson's axe, where it seemed the raged filled warrior had carved the ragged line dividing life from death right through Giggle's neck. With a wet thump and a clatterous roll across the floorboards the strange projectile came to rest at Lynn's feet. Awash in the queer light the lifeless eyes peered up at her from the twisted face. She wanted to scream, but instead bit her lip til she nearly bled. A small voice in her head managed to carry itself above the cacaphony of fear and told her there was no going back now.

Looking away from the leering thing she took a deep breath forced composure back onto herself. She had a purpose here, and it was time to stop acting like a frightened little girl. An uncharacteristically hard look on her face she carefully made her way around the pooling cooling blood and went to deal with the living rather than the dead.

Coming to the door of the other room, Lynn was greatly relieved to see a very much alive Dj'hân. Thorson had been hurt, but everyone was on their feet at least.

Maybe we had better check to make sure there aren't any more surprises first.

 

[Valthosian]

Do we have time for that? Thorson asked Lynn, how long does the magic you used on this gutbag last? Even tied up he might be able to do something... I know he cast a spell before. Superstitious thoughts race through Thorson's head as he imagines the unconscious book keeper / alchemist summoning a fiend with a single turn of phrase.

 

[Oni]

Lynn frowned a little.

Well...not long. He could come to any moment. If you tie him well, and gag him I doubt he'll be doing any magic unless he is extraordinarily clever.

The image of the man now laying on the floor trying to attack her with some strange wand flashed through her mind. Better to check to see if he wasn't hiding any other strange toys. With a gesture and murmur she wove another another spell, blood pounded in her ears and for a split second the world seemed to quiet and pause around her, followed by that familiar rush. Opening herself to strange unnatural senses she felt for the presense of magic as blue fire danced in her eyes.

[sblock=ooc]cast detect magic[/sblock]

 

[Ambrus]

While Thorson and Lynn speak, the halfling urchin busies himself with emptying out Yargin's pockets and pouches. Collecting the few trinkets he finds, Dj'hân quickly scoops the lot into his red cap for later. The guttersnipe pulls his hat back down onto his head and, standing, hefts Yargin's dagger and wand as if they were a sword and staff sized for his diminutive stature. Peering up at the his companions curiously, the boy waits for an indication of what they intend to do next.

 

[Valthosian]

Thorson quickly tears a strip of cloth off Yargin's body and roughly gags the man with it. For the first time he appears uncertain, I can ask the questions, I think he'll take me seriously, but what do we want to know?

Embarassment wars with bloodlust inside Thorson but he attempts not to show it, he just wishes he could tear the information concerning Lamm from the man's body, but there could be other things... things that the half-orc wouldn't think to ask.