D&D 5E (IC) Fitz's Folly

[FitzTheRuke]

OOC: Hey, @Prickly Pear - can't Chrys cure Ghorrak of his poison by using 5 HP worth of Lay on Hands?

 

[Prickly Pear]

OOC: You are right, @FitzTheRuke! I totally forgot about curing poison with Lay on Hands. I was looking at my spell list and I have Protection from Poison but, alas, no spell slots.

Chrysagon reached over to Ghorrak and expelled the poison from his body. Sorry, mate, I did not realise that you suffered so badly.

 

[gnarlygninja]

Relief flooded through Ghorrak and he attempted to smile in thanks. It had been years since he had last made or received a friendly gesture and he was unsure if he was successfully expressing gratitude or just baring his teeth in an unsettling way. He kept trying anyway.

 

[Hades#2]

Yassah

Yassah took a brief moment to consider the options. Up or down. There were no clues as to the proper direction.

"I think we ssshould go down. We will have advantage on thingss that attack from below."

 

[FitzTheRuke]

OOC: To be clear, all three directions arc upwards. (Unless by down, you mean return to the staircase.)

 

[Hades#2]

Ooc: perhaps I misunderstood the post indicating the choices were to go up or down.

 

[Prickly Pear]

Chrysagon called from the back Just choose one way... why not take the one to the left (north)?

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Myrral caught up to the broodguard at the crossroads, who snarled and bounded to the left. About twenty feet up the arching hallway, he stopped and began to sniff at a corpse.

 

[JustinCase]

Wrok the broodguard inhales the scent of the corpse.

The smell of death is all around them in this strange temple, yet here is just a body lying around. Odd.

 

[Neurotic]

Myrral waits for others to join him and looks at the broodguard.
"Better come back before the commanders catch up."