Hunters Needed in the Western Heartlands (IC Thread)

[hippocrachus]

"I've had about enough of that!" Albion spat through clenched teeth; the adrenaline of battle was wearing off and the grim reality that he almost died setting in. "You're stumbling around with a shredded leg, putting us all at risk! What are you gonna do when we confront its mother? Bleed on it?"
He watched the albino bend over Khondar and try an obviously unpracticed hand at keeping him stable. When the half-giant Ulrich offered help, Albion felt better about the situation. If Khondar lived, he wouldn't be happy to hear the elf had a hand in it; it would be worse if the elf was the only one.
Er... He remembered the whole giant-dwarf animosity. Stubborn fools!

 

[industrygothica]

"What can I do to help," Riley asks, obviously lost. Healing was not his strong point.

 

[hippocrachus]

Albion knew he couldn't be any use; he wasn't even any good at killing, much less keeping someone alive.
"Give them some room, Riley," he said as more of a suggestion. He didn't have any reason to be angry at the kid at least.
There was one thing he could do however: make sure nothing snuck up on them. He bent down, slowly pulled his spent quarrel out of the wolf carcass, and wiped it off before putting it back in place in his crossbow.

 

[Verbatim]

As Riley watched the larger man and elf lean over the body of the dwarf, the blood did not seem to be slowing.

Heal checks: Shadowleaf: 4 (Aid another fail), Ulrich: 6 (Heal check fail), Khondar: did not auto stabalize. Khondar -8

The dwarf's blood was a stark contrast to the alabastor skin of the elf and as Ulrich's deep voice boomed in his ear to apply pressure with a thick wad of cloth, the monk worked quickly pressing his finger against the dwarf in seemingly random sections of his chest, legs, and arms temporarily slowing the flow of blood through the body. While he knew that without divine assistance the dwarf's life would hang in the balance for the next few days, for now he was as stable as Ulrich could make him.

Heal check: Shadowleaf: 13 (aid another pass), Ulrich 19 (Heal check succeed), Khondar stabilized at -8

[sblock=XP]For the juv wolf, everyone gets 150 XP.[/sblock]

 

[hippocrachus]

Ulrich and the albino were in better shape than the dwarf but only by half. Albion knew he wasn't strong enough to lift the cleric, unscathed or not, and couldn't visualize a young wizard being much help in the heavy burden department, so the would-be healers were probably going to be stuck with carrying Khondar back to town.
A lot of good I am, he thought to himself critically. Teamwork was never really his thing anyway.
"Can you two lift him? We need to get him back to town as quickly as possible; I don't think Riley or I can do it..." He grudgingly looked to the albino and tried to ignore Ulrich's still bleeding wounds.

 

[hero4hire]

Ulrich stood up and wiped his bloody hands on his shirt, which was alsready stained with his own blood."We must make a stretcher. Carrying him like a side of beef could kill him." He looked to his belongings. "I have a bedroll. We need to long straight treelimbs..I think" he looked to the others hoping one of them had more woodlore then himself.

 

[hippocrachus]

Albion glanced around until he spotted a healthy sapling near to the path. He put his crossbow away, drew his concealed dagger, and walked over to the small tree to strip it of its branches. He didn't put too much effort into it before pulling the sapling up by its roots and tossing it down on the path in front of Khondar.
"That should do for one," he said, not giving any mind to the type of tree or the strength of its wood. That sort of thing was for hillbillies and hermits to worry about.

[sblock=OOC]Excuse my initiative, DM :\ [/sblock]

 

[Verbatim]

Making a crude stretcher with the cloaks and saplings available, Khondar is placed on it. The woods around you are beginning to cast long shadows as the sun begins its decent in earnest.

Actions?

 

[industrygothica]

Riley hefts up a corner of the stretcher the best he can and walks with the others, presumably back to town.

 

[xmanii]

Khondar silently lays on the stretcher.