Ptolus- Palace of the Silver Princess (Campy)

"Um, okay, Carl, you're poisoned, and it's bad right now. We gotta wait for the poison to hit you later, and Pelor said he'd help. He's really great that way."
 

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"In Pelor's hands, we hope for the best, Carl." says Thym as he subconsciously starts tapping his foot in a nervous tick while they wait out the minute in silence till Throg can cast his spell.
 



"Umm... yeah. The poison should be reaching his heart really soon now. O Pelor, please help him fight off the poison this time. It's really not that nice, and it's mean to leave poison on levers where people will pull them. You always put poison in marked containers and store them in a locked cabinet. Thank you."
 

OOC: It would seem that activating the lever has moved some of the chains for the closed portcullises, but another device is still needing to be activated before they raise.
 

Thym's foot continues to tap subconsciously while they wait.

ooc: I think we are all waiting to see if Carl keels over or not before leaving the room (playing with the leaver not withstanding).
 

The party waits, each spending the passing time in their own unique way. Petey, for instance, politely and nervously avoids Thorg's repeated offers to play patty-cake.

Finally nearly an hour passes when Carl begins to shake violently. With a quick heal check, Thorg realizes that his resistance spell will be of little help, when Carl falls over and begins to retch uncontrollably. When Carl gets ahold of himself, he looks much better, though quite a bit weakened.

OOC: Poison is now out of Carl's system, but he takes 6 points of damage.
 

"Good show. Here Carl, drink this, you'll feel right as a stick." says Thym as he hands Carl a potion of cure light wounds and helps the man to his feat.
 


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