[LPF] A Soul Indiscretion


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Gutting the grindylows proves to be of little use, partially digested flesh flops out, but if there are any marking on it they have been eaten away by the creatures stomach acids. If possible the water is now even fouler.

Sylvain fails to identify the liquid in the vial.
 

Borric swishes the short blade around in the foul water, trying to get rid of most of the ichor before sheathing it again.

"Cor! How can you stand this offal, Fury. I can't say I blame you for getting out of this neighborhood and taking up the life of the blade. Now that we smell worse than the beggar, let's go see what happened to him."

No sure what else to do, he heads upstairs to check on Swayze.

[sblock=Mini Stats]Initiative: +4
AC: 20 (18 without shield/flat-footed, 12 Touch)
HP: 23 Current: 13
CMB: +5 CMD: 17 Fort: +5 Reflex: +2 Will: +1 (+2 vs. Fear)

Current Weapon in Hand: Guisarme[/sblock]___________________________

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Borric Hawkins
 

Swayze sits holding his knees and stands unsteadily as Borric approaches, "Peeeweeee! You stink worse than a stink fish's offal sack! And that's coming from a man whose smell has a personality. Can I 'ave me pesh now?"
 
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Falkner moves over to Syl, and says

"I could do with a touch of healing if you can spare it"

He then looks over to Fury and Zelena

"You two know the neighborhood best. What should our next step be?"
 

Zelena looks to Syl... "Save your spells... I assume they are spells, yes?" She asks in a manner of not having seen his type of healing before...

She then clutches at the silver crescent moon that hangs on a chain, "May Ral offer vitality to those in need..." The small holy symbol glows a light silver and everyone is awash with holy energies... ((Channel Energy: All are healed 1d6=6 hit points ))

She then stands up on the stairs and mutters out a few arcane words (prestidigitation) After several moments she is dry, clean, and smelling of lavender... She does the same to the others if they want... save the scent of lavender. "There we are... feeling much better all around..."
 

"Thank you, both of you," says Fury. He sniffs at his arm unsure if the scent of lavender is emanating from him or not. Shrugging since it's a long sight better than smelling like corpse and sewer water he pulls out a damp copy of the Glass Trumpet.

"Seems to me we either go see this Gordaro Blanther fellow or look up the Croakers. Someone doing in their swords, they are gonna want to get revenge. They may have seen something. Getting them to part with anything they have, that's a different story."

[sblock=MiniStats][size=+1]Fury[/size] Human Rogue 2
Initiative: +6 Perception: +5

AC: 16 (14 touch; 12 flat-footed)
HP: 18 Current: 13
CMB: +3 CMD: 17 Fort: +1 Ref: +7 Will: +0

In Hand: rapier[/sblock]
 

OOC: If Falkner is still injured, Syl will heal him.


"It's no problem, Zelena. I can heal all of us, trouble is, I can only heal each of us one time a day. Waltor has never really explained it to me, but that is apparently how it works."
 

"I think i'm ok now Syl, but thanks. So based on your knowledge of the Croakers, which is our best option?"

Falkner nods in thanks to Zelena for her help

"Thanks for the cleanup by the way..."
 

Zelena smiles at Fury... before looking to Syl and with a nod replies and asks, "Okay." And then asks, "Who is Waltor?"

She also nods in answer to Falkner for his thanks, "No problem."

"I might suggest we see to this Gordaro Blanther, over dealing with any of the gangs. But if we have to deal with them... " she looks rather sternly to those who caused a ruckas with the Commander, "You boys better hold your tongues. I do not want become food for those things..." she says looking back at the water.
 

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