Paranoia833
First Post
ooc: And there I was already typing up his death post. Ah well...
IC:
The warforged thinks for a second, considering Brelach's words, before giving him a short nod and allowing the man to head over and see to his master's wounds. He follows closely, looking over Brelach's shoulder the whole time
Evidently it was a very good shirt, that or Brelach remembered more of basic first aid than he thought, as the bindings hold as Brelach manages to remove the arrow and dress the wound without complication. The bleeding has stopped and the gnome (Robillan?) is still breathing. He'll need the attentions of a proper healer if he wants to live out the night but you're reasonably certain he's not in any immediate danger.
Satisfied that all is well, the warforged gives Brelach a 'hearty' slap on the back that almost lifts him off the floor. He begins to speak in a deep booming voice, not fast but monotone never pausing between sentences,
"Master Robillan is safe! Well done human, I was wrong to suspect that you might have been agents of the soulless minions of orthodoxy that have tormented master Robillan since his youth! I shall now introduce myself as is proper and polite among civilised beings! My name is Friend a name I have chosen for its pleasant social connotations so as to offset the general population's natural unease of synthetic sentient infantry AKA warforged! My function is to kill people and protect master Robillan! Is it not pleasant weather we have been having! Now that I have engaged in inconsequential small talk you will be at your ease and we may chat informally as I take master Robillan's body to safety!"
With that, he hoists the gnome carefully over his shoulders. As this happens the box that the gnome was carrying slips from his fingers. It is a small, black thing with a Khyber dragonshard set into the top and two Syberis dragonshards worked into the silvery clasps. Whatever it's made of it looks very valuable. That said, Friend doesn't seem particularly bothered about the thing...
"Can one of you retrieve that? My hands are currently engaged in the process of ensuring master Robillan does not meet a painful and undesirable fate. I would caution that you be careful though, while master Robillan destroyed the contents rather than hand them over to his assailants there is a chance that there may be residual material within that will be harmful to your general health! I will now deposit master Robilan at the nearest Jorasco hospital, located somewhere between 550 and 600 meters east by northeast of this point! If you wish you may follow or report later to return the box to master Robillan who will be no doubt grateful for your assistance and no doubt of a mind to recompense you financially!"
With that the warforged strides off, seemingly indifferent to whether or not you are following him. The sole living kobold begins to groan, he is not yet able to stand or take any significant action but the immediate effects of the colour spray are beginning to wear off. The halfling is out cold.
IC:
The warforged thinks for a second, considering Brelach's words, before giving him a short nod and allowing the man to head over and see to his master's wounds. He follows closely, looking over Brelach's shoulder the whole time
Evidently it was a very good shirt, that or Brelach remembered more of basic first aid than he thought, as the bindings hold as Brelach manages to remove the arrow and dress the wound without complication. The bleeding has stopped and the gnome (Robillan?) is still breathing. He'll need the attentions of a proper healer if he wants to live out the night but you're reasonably certain he's not in any immediate danger.
Satisfied that all is well, the warforged gives Brelach a 'hearty' slap on the back that almost lifts him off the floor. He begins to speak in a deep booming voice, not fast but monotone never pausing between sentences,
"Master Robillan is safe! Well done human, I was wrong to suspect that you might have been agents of the soulless minions of orthodoxy that have tormented master Robillan since his youth! I shall now introduce myself as is proper and polite among civilised beings! My name is Friend a name I have chosen for its pleasant social connotations so as to offset the general population's natural unease of synthetic sentient infantry AKA warforged! My function is to kill people and protect master Robillan! Is it not pleasant weather we have been having! Now that I have engaged in inconsequential small talk you will be at your ease and we may chat informally as I take master Robillan's body to safety!"
With that, he hoists the gnome carefully over his shoulders. As this happens the box that the gnome was carrying slips from his fingers. It is a small, black thing with a Khyber dragonshard set into the top and two Syberis dragonshards worked into the silvery clasps. Whatever it's made of it looks very valuable. That said, Friend doesn't seem particularly bothered about the thing...
"Can one of you retrieve that? My hands are currently engaged in the process of ensuring master Robillan does not meet a painful and undesirable fate. I would caution that you be careful though, while master Robillan destroyed the contents rather than hand them over to his assailants there is a chance that there may be residual material within that will be harmful to your general health! I will now deposit master Robilan at the nearest Jorasco hospital, located somewhere between 550 and 600 meters east by northeast of this point! If you wish you may follow or report later to return the box to master Robillan who will be no doubt grateful for your assistance and no doubt of a mind to recompense you financially!"
With that the warforged strides off, seemingly indifferent to whether or not you are following him. The sole living kobold begins to groan, he is not yet able to stand or take any significant action but the immediate effects of the colour spray are beginning to wear off. The halfling is out cold.
