KahlessNestor
Adventurer
OOC: Sorry. Which healer are you choosing? Korra mentioned Deathsgate, but Rotom mentioned close.
[IC] Eberron: The Plumbers
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Leatherhead
Possibly a Idiot.
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JustinCase
the magical equivalent to the number zero
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jmucchiello
Hero
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KahlessNestor
Adventurer
Lower Tavick’s Landing/Dragoneyes
Far, 28 Rhaan, YK 998 (Early autumn)/1245
Weather: Temperature normal for the season (cool), no wind, light rain (outside the towers)
Round 0
The Plumbers managed to wave down a skycar, which took them from the Terminus district to the next district over, Dragoneyes. “Have fun,” the cab driver said with a wink at the adventurers.
Dragoneyes was quite different from Terminus and its low rent tenements and other housing. The same housing existed in Dragoneyes, but each street seemed different as the Plumbers made their way toward the address they had been given. The west side streets looked fairly upscale for a low tower district as they passed Velvet’s, clearly a high end inn of fantasy fulfillment. Another establishment, Chance, was definitely a high end gambling hall. There seemed to be a lot of changelings in the district.
As the Plumbers passed to the east side of the district, however, the local population and clientele became less sophisticated. Instead of the wealthy or tourists, there were Cogs workers and teamsters, rough and tumble folk that preferred a rowdy tavern, brothel, or gambling den. The light rain didn’t seem to phase people much.
The address the grouped arrived at was on the Street of Eyes. It was marked by a sign that simply said HEALER. The hours given on the door were noon to midnight or by appointment. The doctor apparently kept late hours.
A bell rang as the door opened, and a voice from a back room called, “Be right with you! Feel free to take off your pants or hike up your skirts, get on the bed, and put your feet in the stirrups.”
Said bed sat in the next room over, under a bright lamp, the windowshade drawn for privacy from the street. The front room in which they stood was mostly a waiting area, but there were shelves of jars and bottles, along with some herbs hanging to dry from the ceiling.
@JustinCase
@jmucchiello
@mfloyd3
@Leatherhead
Far, 28 Rhaan, YK 998 (Early autumn)/1245
Weather: Temperature normal for the season (cool), no wind, light rain (outside the towers)
Round 0
The Plumbers managed to wave down a skycar, which took them from the Terminus district to the next district over, Dragoneyes. “Have fun,” the cab driver said with a wink at the adventurers.
Dragoneyes was quite different from Terminus and its low rent tenements and other housing. The same housing existed in Dragoneyes, but each street seemed different as the Plumbers made their way toward the address they had been given. The west side streets looked fairly upscale for a low tower district as they passed Velvet’s, clearly a high end inn of fantasy fulfillment. Another establishment, Chance, was definitely a high end gambling hall. There seemed to be a lot of changelings in the district.
As the Plumbers passed to the east side of the district, however, the local population and clientele became less sophisticated. Instead of the wealthy or tourists, there were Cogs workers and teamsters, rough and tumble folk that preferred a rowdy tavern, brothel, or gambling den. The light rain didn’t seem to phase people much.
The address the grouped arrived at was on the Street of Eyes. It was marked by a sign that simply said HEALER. The hours given on the door were noon to midnight or by appointment. The doctor apparently kept late hours.
A bell rang as the door opened, and a voice from a back room called, “Be right with you! Feel free to take off your pants or hike up your skirts, get on the bed, and put your feet in the stirrups.”
Said bed sat in the next room over, under a bright lamp, the windowshade drawn for privacy from the street. The front room in which they stood was mostly a waiting area, but there were shelves of jars and bottles, along with some herbs hanging to dry from the ceiling.
You notice a lot of the marked bottles are salves or ungents or other things meant to be rubbed over itchy or burning sores in more...intimate locations on the body.
@JustinCase
@jmucchiello
@mfloyd3
@Leatherhead
Prevent Garra’s escape on the lightning rail.
Alara (+1) AC 11 HP 9/9 PP 12
Ogham (+1) AC 15 HP 7/11 PP 15
Korra (+1) AC 18 HP 13/14 PP 13 Darkvision
Rotom (+2) AC 18 HP 4/10 PP 9 Darkvision, shield
Ogham (+1) AC 15 HP 7/11 PP 15
Korra (+1) AC 18 HP 13/14 PP 13 Darkvision
Rotom (+2) AC 18 HP 4/10 PP 9 Darkvision, shield
207 gp
16 gp, 15 sp, banded agate (10 gp) (Rotom)
1 unicorn-shaped feather token for each character: When you fall at least 20 feet while the token is on your person, you descend 60 feet per round and take no damage from falling. The token’s magic is expended after you land, whereupon the disk becomes nonmagical.
16 gp, 15 sp, banded agate (10 gp) (Rotom)
1 unicorn-shaped feather token for each character: When you fall at least 20 feet while the token is on your person, you descend 60 feet per round and take no damage from falling. The token’s magic is expended after you land, whereupon the disk becomes nonmagical.
JustinCase
the magical equivalent to the number zero
Ogham moves into the room, uncomfortable. This is not what he remembers from the field medics he served alongside in the army, but then again, not-warforged do have a strange biology.
He stands next to the bed, unsure what to do.
He stands next to the bed, unsure what to do.
Leatherhead
Possibly a Idiot.
Rotom internally questions the instructions, but doesn't quite have the energy to object verbally: My pants? I was stabbed in the gizzard, not the tail!
With a headache and a sigh, she trudges up to Ogham. "Help me out of my armor, friend? This mail is hard to get off when you have been bleeding in it."
With a headache and a sigh, she trudges up to Ogham. "Help me out of my armor, friend? This mail is hard to get off when you have been bleeding in it."
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jmucchiello
Hero
Alara eyed the stirrups, then the kobold, then the doorway from which the voice had spoken. The late hours already had the wizard wondering what manner of creature they might encounter, but the paraphernalia made her still less comfortable. "I don't think we'll be needing the stirrups today," she called back to the other. "My friend has been stabbed."
