Invasion of Mori - IC [3.5][CE/NE][planar]

[Shayuri]

"Silhouette," replies the 'angel' to Roillard's unasked question. "Am I overdoing it? A tad? Very well."

Her figure blurs and is replaced by a normal-appearing human female in leather armor, tough breeches, and a dark green hooded cloak. Belt bulging with little pouches, a pack slung over her left shoulder; she was now the very image of an 'adventurer.'

"Now, it was you, Roillard, that hired these kobold mercenaries, yes? Tell us what you know of them...most especially where and how you found them."

 

[Voadam]

Snargle returns to the mesmerizing Gabriel, chomping away at some kobold meat. "Snargle found none . . . alive."

 

[Dog Moon]

Vedak pauses to look at Snargle eating the Kobold. He wonders what Kobold tastes like and if that meat is even worth eating. However, he will never know. He cannot taste, he does not eat. Such things are meaningless to the Undead who draw their energy from other, unnatural, sources.

He gazes unblinking behind the mask at the others. "What exactly is the Festering Realm?" he asks.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Gabriel sighs dramatically, and gestures Rose to come over to him. He takes out a slender wand from his belt pouch and holds it over the tiefling's wounds. A few faint glowing motes of light drift down from it and start to close his wounds.

OOC: Giving Rose three hits from Gabriel's wand of cure light wounds to see how that does. Then he'll heal himself with a couple of hits. And can I get a bardic knowledge check on the Festering Realms please?

 

[Voadam]

mmm mmm good!

Gobble, gobble, crunch, crunch, tear, chew, chew, chew, crunch, snap, gobble, gulp.

 

[Dichotomy]

"Gee, thanks," Rose snickers contemptuously. "I almost feel like I'm not about to die."
[sblock=OOC]Who should roll the cure rolls? Regardless, Rose almost certainly will still be at only about half his current max hitpoints, and still affected by the poison. So, he probably still doesn't look good.[/sblock]

 

[Voadam]

All the slashes and bruises have disappeared from Snargle's flesh.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Oh, would you prefer I let you expire and have our unlovely Snargle feast upon your fiendish flesh?" Gabriel says with a touch of acid.

 

[Shayuri]

"Something I can help with, gentlemen?" Silhouette asks briskly. "I think we've suffered enough casualties for one day."

 

[Ringmereth]

While Gabriel heals Rose, Arxas, with a liberal dosage of hissed Abyssal curses, removes his outer robes to inspect the wounds he sustained in the fight. The flesh of his limbs and back, seared by multiple fireballs, is already beginning to blister. Concerned by the lack of pain most of the burns give him, he wonders just how severe the damage is. "I require your healing magic," he states.

OOC: Arxas is at 9 of 61 HP and is probably covered in third-degree burns. Also, he'll make a knowledge (the planes) check at +25 to recall info about the Festering Realm.