HM's Temple of Elemental Evil (1e) - IC

[Scott DeWar]

Veerdunn looks about to ensure his fellows are all still alive.

<<assuming all are still alive . . . . .>> "Looks so Brother William. The lady of the woods must have given us favor for dealing with the filth in her domain.: guesses the fighter.

 

[possum]

"She certainly did," William says as he surveys the group, looking to see if any of them are badly wounded. "I normally don't travel this far on my daily hikes, but today I just didn't feel tired when I usually do. Must have been her will."

 

[Mark Chance]

Sasho leans against a tree, breathing hard and trying to staunch the flow of blood from his wounds. "Not an auspicious start to our career as story-worthy heroes, I fear." He holds up a trembling hand. "Ye gods, I'm shaking."

 

[Scott DeWar]

"Your still bleeding? " Veerdun helps to staunch the bleeding.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

"Do you think there will be more of them," Garrick asks as he grimaces and pokes a corpse with his sword.

 

[possum]

Sasho leans against a tree, breathing hard and trying to staunch the flow of blood from his wounds. "Not an auspicious start to our career as story-worthy heroes, I fear." He holds up a trembling hand. "Ye gods, I'm shaking."

Brother William makes his way towards Sasho, dropping his mace to the ground. He chants a prayer to Ehlonna as he presses his hand against the worst wound. Unfortunately, the chant isn't as effective as the acolyte would have hoped.

1d8=2

 

[Mark Chance]

"Your still bleeding? " Veerdun helps to staunch the bleeding.

"Not too badly," Sasho says. Then he grins and winks, "Indeed, I'd say I'm bleeding quite well."

"Do you think there will be more of them," Garrick asks as he grimaces and pokes a corpse with his sword.

"Poke 'im again for me, Garrick," the gnome says. "Ye gods, I hope that's the last of them for a time, that's for sure."

Brother William makes his way towards Sasho, dropping his mace to the ground. He chants a prayer to Ehlonna as he presses his hand against the worst wound. Unfortunately, the chant isn't as effective as the acolyte would have hoped.

Sasho claps Brother William on the arm and winks. "That's a spot better. Thanks, and praise be to whoever you follow, eh?"

 

[Scott DeWar]

"Not too badly," Sasho says. Then he grins and winks, "Indeed, I'd say I'm bleeding quite well."

"Ha! Make a dwarf otta you yet!"

 

[possum]

"I take it that this goblins have long been a thorn in your sides, then?" Brother William says as he looks about the battleground.

 

[Scott DeWar]

"Th town's got a bandit problem. Asked us to look into it. We went 'n got th duke's blessin ta do so. Now we'r use'n steel diplomacy. Har har! get it? . . . . . ah nerer mind."