[LANAI] The Rod of Seven Parts: Into the Crucible

[Guest 11456]

Phud : Male Half-Orc Sorcerer 1

Phud nods at the downed spider as he whacks it once more with his mace. He points toward Rowan on top of the bar. "What him say! Srend er now bist!"

 

[hafrogman]

Taking a look out again, and noting the dead spider, Rhy returns to his patient once more. Kneeling next to the fallen bartender, he begins rooting around in his pack before pulling out a small wooden box.

He tends to his patient as best he can, watching out for the poison's lingering after effects, and doing the best to stem it's tide.

[sblock=ooc]Heal check to treat poison with use of healing kit. +9[/sblock]

 

[Rhun]

Rowan gives a low whistle as he scans the bar. With a shrug and a smile, the halfling states the obvious. "Now that's somethin' you don't see everyday." Hoping down to the floor, Rowan moves to recover his walking stick.

 

[pallandrome]

Wyleck walks carefully over to the corner of the room to retrieve his sling stone, and speaks to Rancid, "As I said, Fifty gold for running money, and I'll draw them off by taking the wee wand off your hands. I doubt you'll get a better offer, considering the fate of our poor cook."

Wyleck looks around the room, "Besides, if you don't accept, a few of these blokes might take exception to bringing such an item among them."

 

[Brain]

Arden discreetly stows her rapier again at her hip, and holds the wand against the back of her leg, making sure she has a good grip on it. She says nothing, waiting to watch the drama unfold with a slight wry grin.

 

[Malvoisin]

Baliss looks about, to make sure no further threats suddenly appear, then moves over to stand protectively next to Arden. "Name's Baliss, pleased t'meet you," he rumbles an introduction to Arden in his guttural voice. "Quite a bit of fuss over that wand, what d'you make of it?" He continues to hold his axe at the ready in case Rancid should wake, or anyone else should try to make a grab for the wand. He also casts an apprising eye over at the yellow dog, sure there is more to that animal than meets the eye.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Wyleck propositions Rancid, suggesting that Rancid sell the wand for 50 gold, but all Wyleck gets for his efforts from Rancid is a snore. The man is fast asleep, the victim of Rowan's handiwork. Yssal looks with longing at the spider carcass in front on himself, then anxiously at Wyleck. The yellow dog trods over and sits at Arden's feet, its tail thumping on the wooden floor. Baliss, who approaches Arden, casts an appraising eye at the dog. The yellow dog followed the wand, defended those fighting the spiders, and now that Arden is in possession of the wand, looks like it wants her attention. The creature has golden eyes that shine with intelligence.

About this time, Kularian pokes his head back in the festhall. "The Guard is coming--I can see them heading on fast feet down the byway. Me and Vaja and Lowel'll speak with them. Just a fair warning to any of you lot who might want away before the law arrives." The minstrel looks around the common room. "Good work. You made a quick job of these beastly things."

Rhys pulls a small wooden box from his pack and begins administering care to Frane. Another half minute, possibly less, goes by. Rhys works quickly to beat the clock, but when Frane convulses and goes stiff with the poison's second hit, Rhys is ready. Rhys deftly staunches the poison's attack on Frane's system. By the grace of his hand and the spirit of Chronepsis, Rhys pulls Frane through. The blonde barkeep would surely be gravely sickened had it not been for Rhys's careful attention. Frane still looks weak from his initial bite, but the tender sits up after Rhys's care and begins to look over the gaping hole in his side. "Thanks, I do feel better. This wound'll need looking at." Using the table to support himself, Frane stands. "I need to get meself to the Halls of Healing. Where's Vaja? She'll need to watch the bar, maybe close up." Rolled a natural 20 on the Heal check...I know, I know, it's just a skill check so there is no critical success, but the least I can do is devote some attention with words.

Phud whacks the dropped spider yet another time with his mace and yells at the unmoving thing, "What him say! Srend er now bist!"

[sblock=OOC]Maybe we need a Phud-to-English translater. It took me about a full three or four seconds to puzzle out that 'Srend er now bist!' means "Surrender now, beast!" Funny stuff.[/sblock]

Rowan moves behind the bar to collect the walking stick he'd "dropped."

End of initiative. Please post at will.

 

[Rhun]

The halfling's ears perk up at the word "Watch." Walking stick back in hand, he hurries to collect his dagger from the spider carcass and moves toward the door. "I don't know about you chaps, but the last thing I want is the kind of attention that the Watch is likely to draw. Perhaps we should retire to someplace more...ah, private?"

 

[Brain]

Although a normal person would need to bend down to look a dog in the eyes, Arden is already at around the right height. She turns her attention to the yellow dog, and attempts to figure out what it might be trying to tell her. She has spoken to the animals of the forest before, so she figures it should be easy enough.

ooc: sense motive?

 

[pallandrome]

"Aye, that might be best. Though it might be better if we had this poor fella to quistion about the interlopers, we'll not make it past the guards with him dead to the world like this." As he speaks, Wyleck scribbles a quick note and slides it into the sleeping mans pocket. "There now, step lively lads and lady, and look alive. Leering lawmen loom, and while I don't lend myself to larceny, leastwise being loquatious about the livelyhood of those who allow for such, I've no love for lending them my tongue either."

Wyleck, as good as his word, steps lively for the door to follow the halfling, calling for Yssal to grab a bite to eat, and follow, "Yssal, dinner, come!"

OOC:The note, if anyone reads it says, "We have taken the wand for safe keeping, in case the guard decides to arrest you, if you want it back, or want to accept my offer to take it off your hands, leave word with the barkeep in one weeks time -W."