Hollow's Last Hope [IC]

[Nazhkandrias]

Jebbo notices the grim looks on the faces of his comrades and seeing the readied weapons, Jebbo quickly draws two daggers, pulling them out of his robe and establishing a grip with an elaborate twirl of the blades. He listens intently, trying to get a feel for the direction of any threats.

[sblock=OOC]OK, Jebbo will make a Listen check (modifier +1 [+2 racial, -1 Wis]) to see if he can get the general idea of where the nearest moving thing is. That way, if something comes barrelling out of the undergrowth at us, he'll be ready to attack with his daggers.[/sblock]

 

[YeOldeAlbatross]

Jebbo, Listen Check: 19+1=20

Jebbo, seeing that something ahead may be amiss, perks up his ears. However, he hears only the chirp of birds and the breeze stirring in the leaves...nothing that seems threatening.

Cyryn, Search Check: 20+3=23

Cyryn crouches low, and begins to examine the path ahead suspiciously. His eyes dart to and fro, but he cannot see anything that looks amiss. Deciding to get a closer look at the dead rabbit, Cyryn creeps forward.

Cyryn, Reflex Save: 14+5=19, Failed

Suddenly, a well-camouflaged pit opens up beneath the rogue's feet! Despite Cyryn's careful search, he had not detected its presence. Cyryn tries to leap back, but is just a hair too late. He crashes down in a shower of leaves and dirt, landing painfully on his back in the bottom of the pit ten feet below.

Cyryn takes 6 damage from the fall, leaving him with 1/7 hit points.

 

[Azgulor]

Cyryn fights to remain conscious and regain his breath. Once he's able to draw a burning breath, he moans. "#$#%.....Ow....damn blind fool...Aaahrg. <gasp, gasp, gasp> Gods that hurts."

 

[Nazhkandrias]

Jebbo darts forward to the edge of the pit, looking down at his fallen comrade. "Cyryn! Hold on, m'friend, we'll get you out o' there!" Jebbo turns to the others, his expression very troubled. "Ah don't think ah can pull 'im out o' there. Ah'll stand guard, 'case somebody tries t'hit us while we're gettin' 'im outta there!" Jebbo holds his daggers in the ready position, ready to take down anything that draws near in order to defend his friend.

[sblock=OOC]Ready action to throw a dagger at anything that approaches with a visible weapon (or claws, or teeth, etc.), as quickly as I possibly can.[/sblock]

 

[hero4hire]

Jebbo darts forward to the edge of the pit, looking down at his fallen comrade. "Cyryn! Hold on, m'friend, we'll get you out o' there!" Jebbo turns to the others, his expression very troubled. "Ah don't think ah can pull 'im out o' there. Ah'll stand guard, 'case somebody tries t'hit us while we're gettin' 'im outta there!" Jebbo holds his daggers in the ready position, ready to take down anything that draws near in order to defend his friend.

[sblock=OOC]Ready action to throw a dagger at anything that approaches with a visible weapon (or claws, or teeth, etc.), as quickly as I possibly can.[/sblock]

"A crude hunter's trap! Meant for larger game. But it still may be an ambush. Those with ranged weapons stand guard with Jebbo. Who has a rope???"

 

[Azgulor]

Fuming in disgust but still in too much pain to move, Cyryn can only nod at Jebbo. As the halfling disappears from view he hears Jared's words. Rolling his eyes (the only part of him that doesn't hurt at the moment), he whispers "If I'm the only one with a rope, I swear I'll pick the pocket of every last one of them."

 

[Insight]

Hakkara tosses down a length of rope. "Hurry, Cyryn, you blind fool," she says, driving the dagger in deeper. "Enemies could be on us at any moment."

The barbarian, without waiting for Cyryn to climb the rope, ties the other end to a nearby tree and draws her greatsword.

 

[hero4hire]

Jared grabs ahold of the rope to help pull up his ally as Hakkara ties it.

"Is anything broken?" he asks the rogue.


OOC: Once he is up I will cast CLW 1d8+4

 

[Azgulor]

Cyryn stands, grabs the rope and begins climbing.

"My pride for sure, priest. Everything else hurts equally bad," he responds to Jared's question.

 

[YeOldeAlbatross]

Cyryn, Climb Check 2+3=5. Succeeds, thanks to the rope and pit wall.

Cyryn drags himself to his feet, then grabs ahold of Hakkara's rope. He wants to black out from the pain, but somehow, excruciatingly, he braces his feet against the side of the pit and pulls himself up, hand over hand. He reaches the top after what seems like an eternity, pulls himself over the lip, and collapses to the ground.

Jared casts Cure Light Wounds, healing 10 points of damage. Cyryn returns to a full 7/7 hp.

Jared rushes over and quickly tends to Cyryn with the words of a healing prayer to Sarenrae. Cyryn feels the divine energy flow, as bruises, cuts, and cracked ribs all heal up. When Jared has finished, the half-elf feels as good as new.

Meanwhile, the others all stand alertly, prepared to deal with any menace that arrives in response to the triggering of the pit trap...but no threat arises. Apparently, whomever set this trap is not currently in the vicinity.

OOC: Ready to move on now? Please let me know if this trap has triggered a desire to change the party's travelling MO in any way.