[LPF] The Devil We Know

[BigB]

Tsaaruck looks around and see's the group is a bit bloodied after the fight. "Amien my friend I owe you this to replace the one you used when I was in trouble."Tsaaruck searches his belt pouch to offer Amien a healing potion and puts it in his hand. "I owe you one." Tsaaruck will move toward the group of prisoners to help untie them and check for injuries.


[sblock] Fort saves 12, 7, 21
onset 2 days, 3 dex damage, 1 con damage
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[sblock=mini stats]
HP: 10/15 – 4 damage from rat, -3 from rat, -4 from rat +6 healed by Amien
AC: 14 (+2 fight defensively) 14 (Touch: 11, Flat: 11) with shield
Init: +1
CMB: +5 / CMD: 16
Fort: +5 / Ref: +1 / Will: +1
Speed: 40 ft.
In Hand: War Hammer: Attack: +3 = [BAB (1) + STR (4) + Misc (0) + Magic (0)]
Damage: 1d8+2, Crit: 20/x3, Type B
Rage remaining: 4/6
Fatigued (-2 str and -2dex)
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[Deuce Traveler]

"Hmph... if this is what we can expect of each encounter we may want to recuperate after we take a quick look around, Lem suggests as he looks to pour any nearby alcohol over his wounds.

Lem's Save
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Natural 20! Total of 24.
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[WindCrystal]

"This ends NOW!"

That piercing scream places Amien back in the abandoned, more homely tavern, where he feels dizzy for a little bit for no apparent reason other than the blood loss from his injuries. Stumbling over and falling seated onto the floor, he gazes over at the dead body he made, and says aloud in observation based on his method of killing that time, "That'll put a bottleneck on his career."


When the half-orc offers his thanks in the form of a replacement potion. Amien just waves his hand dismissively, and responds starting with Orcish spoken words before continuing in Common,"Well met, comrade, but repay me later in frivilous beverage that doesn't taste like rotted stone." Despite that, he pulls out one of his own potions and begins pouring some of it on his open wounds before drinking the rest normally so that his bleeding can stop.


He gets up and spends a moment to find his tactically discarded weapons (and Galandra's bow for her) while the others seek to tend to any innocent wounded they find. He would return to the group quickly afterward.


[Sblock=Saving Throws vs. Disease]Day 1 & 2 saves (2nd fails): 1d20+5=19, 1d20+5=10
Dex & Con Damage: 1d3=1, 1d3=2[/Sblock]
[sblock=Healing]lol: 1d8=2[/sblock]

[sblock=Mini-Stats (still showing Level 2 stats)]Character Sheet Page


Condition: Diseased with Filth Fever
HP: 7/28
AC: 15
AC Touch: 12
AC Flatfooted: 13
Initiative: +2
Fort: +5
Reflex: +2
Will: -1


Glaive Attack: +5, Glaive Damage: 1d10+4 (+7, 1d10+7 under Strength Rage)
Heavy Flail Attack: +5, Heavy Flail Damage: 1d10+4 (+7, 1d10+7 under Strength Rage)
Sling Attack: +4, Sling Damage: 1d4+3
- Sling Bullets (06)


Handy Haversack
- Potion of CLW x1
- Sunrod
- Trail Rations (12 days)[/sblock]

 

[soulnova]

[sblock] I'm just waiting on the status of the man at the bar, and then I'll make a small introduction of my animal companion. [/sblock]

 

[kinem]

Menik joins the others inside the former tavern, looking around warily. Though the stones he called have vanished, smashed wood and bodies litter the floor, and he picks his way carefully.

 

[perrinmiller]

The unconscious man on the bar appears to have been beaten,his abdomen bare, bloody, and bruised. He’s not tied like the other victims, instead, tied over the top of the bar to be on his back. He was dying from a several rocks smashing into him, a few to the head even. Galandra touches him to stop him from dying, but it took two charges from the wand to revive the man to consciousness.

"Unngh, what the? Who are you people?"

The other five kidnap victims in the corner are hog-tied with thick rope and then tied to each other by the neck. They are alive and conscious. They were present at the relics auction a few nights ago; one is an Imperial Navy guard, three are wealthy Venzan citizens, and the last is the auctioneer. They did not appear to resist and are none the worse for wear.

 

[WindCrystal]

Amien decides to make his business at the five kidnapped victims, allowing those that are better at tending to the injured speak to the man behind the bar. He pulls out a dagger as his choice of carving away the rope. Noting their apparent higher social status, he says, "Ah, how I forget how well some people make for valuable currency among scumbags. I can't leave you hanging... Well, sitting. Hanging with rope is a different matter entirely that I'm not sure I could help."

 

[soulnova]

"Oh good... you are alive. Phew..." Galandra sighs in relief drying the sweat off her forehead. "We thought you were a goner. We just managed to get rid of the scumbags over there" she points at the corpses by the entrance.




Attracted by the sound of battle and the scent of prey, a strange cat pops its head from the entrance... a cat the size of an average dog. It sniffs warily at the interior and growls agitated... The people inside are scary, but the hunger is greater. The big spotted cat prowls carefully ahead and claws at the rat closer to the entrance to make sure its dead, and then drags its body to the corner of the inn, hissing at the party to keep them away from his new-found food.


After the first shock of seeing such a cat in a place like this, Galandra motions the others to stand back to give the animal time to eat. Most animals with a full belly are less likely to act aggressively... "There, there" Galandra clears her throat and makes some vocalizations that attract the attention of the cat. Its ears perk up but the cat doesn't seem to be bothered by her anymore.


After finishing, the cat licks its paws and cleans its face pretty much like any domestic cat. Then it carefully considers Galandra and approaches her with her tail high. Galandra doesn't make any sudden moves and the cat simply rubs against her and licks the rest of the rat blood off her hands. It drops to the floor and rolls on her back making guttural sounds (pretty much like this)




Galandra slowly pets it checking the overall health of the animal "It looks a little famished but it should be fine now. I don't think it is full adult yet...it still has some growing to do" the cat rubs its head against Galandra's face. "Okay... wait, too much... fur... sit, sit" surprisingly the cat responds to her command. "... well, I wasn't expecting that. It might have escaped from somewhere then" after a couple of seconds it attempts again to rub against her and get some more petting.


"Oh well... I wasn't a dog person anyway..." Galandra rolls her eyes realizing the cat might have already *claimed* her as her human companion.

 

[BigB]

Tsaaruck fighting off the exhaustion that comes from such fierce rage helps remove the group of captives from the rope. "What would these rat loving men want with the lot of you? Seems too specific to be random kidnappings. Someone should search the rat lovers for a clue as to what they were doing."

 

[WindCrystal]

Amien looks over his shoulder, and his expression becomes panicked at the sight of a large beast prowling about the room. His rope cutting begins to speed up, starting to rapidly saw away at the bindings in a hurry.