Planes to Shape, Secrets to Keep... (Dromus)

Hp 18/56

"Yeah, time to leave." He says in agreement with Narine, but continues to Feiran, "Was that some kind of healing item you used earlier? You can use it on me as well? I don't know what devilry was in those orbs, but whatever it was, it hit me hard."
 

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Feiran stops doting on Terak for a minute and snaps her fingers as if she had just had a Eureka! moment. "By the Orb! Thank you for reminding me, Cagthail. Yes, it is a healing supplement of sorts. And of course I will help you."

"But what I truly mean to give you is this," Feiran pulls out four pairs of what appears to be crystalline earplugs.

"These are crystalline earplugs," she points to Eron, the bird, and continues, "He can emit a sonic blast of sorts that can hurt you. These earplugs will negate the high frequency damage, but you'll still hear the sound. I almost gave the order for Eron to use this ability in there, but I caught myself and remembered that you did not have these yet. Please wear them."

She gives each of them the earplugs.

DM-
Cagthail: First roll-14 points initially converted, 28 points converted later. Second roll- 10 points initially converted, 28 points converted a minute later. Feiran uses the doses that she would have used as well for herself and Terak if the half-elf had not appeared.
 

Cagthail takes a pair of earplugs in hand and looks them over.

"Ah, that helped" he says after she injects him.

ooc:
Mad Hatter, what does the earplugs look like? Big and ugly or small and unnoticeable when worn? And just out of curiosity, what form does the nostrum have? It's in some kind of syringe?
 


As you all hasten away from the warehouse (now burning quite merrily) and into the city, it quickly becomes apparent that there are two usual responses from Droman citizens to people in your dilapidated condition: studied aversion and bald-faced curiosity. Neither makes you especially comfortable, given your recent tussle with the authorities, your ignorance of the location of your destination, and your status as a newcomer to the town.

What are your characters' plans, everybody? You are currently walking through the twisting streets of a somewhat-rundown market quarter, but are attracting increasing attention. Some of the citizenry apparently have nothing better to do than follow you around and see what happens next, in fact, though for now they are remaining at (what they consider to be) a safe distance.

Note: A few minutes will likely pass, so everyone can go ahead and remove any converted nonlethal damage they've suffered. Also, don't forget the reserve rules; you're battered (and even wounded), but you can still pull something off if you need to.
 
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Illira feels lost in the huge city and gladly follows anyone, who takes the lead and directs them just somewhere else. She doesn't like the attention the battered group is getting from the locals and tries to hide behind her companions or sticks close to Kestral, even if it doesn't really help much to avoid the curious looks at her direction.

At least the amulet is safe. But for how long?
 
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"OK, you, come here," Cagthail says, pointing at a random boy in the gawking crowd, "if you're gonna follow us around, you might as well give us some directions."

He looks around at the rest of the onlookers and says: "The rest of you... I'd suggest you find something better to do. That'd be safer for all of us." He looks a few of them threateningly in the eyes before turning back to the one he spoke to first, once again motioning him closer.

DM-
Intimidate 23
 



Your unasked-for escort melts away to some extent, although you can still feel eyes on you. The boy walks forward, with his eyes downcast.

He looks to be nothing more than a common street urchin, unwashed and dressed in oddly bright second-hand clothes.

"What do you want of me, sir?" he asks.
 

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