Six From Gate Pass - Chapter 2: The Indomitable Fire Forest of Innenotdar

I doubt this will be enough to stop the bleeding, but perhaps I can buy him some time..., what in the hells did that devil do to him.


OOC: Kirio moves to L5 and casts CLW on Alric, Knowledge check planes on nature of wound Alric is suffering from, yo seriously, @#$% these rolls in the @##
 
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[sblock="for Kirio"]Kirio, you have no idea what is causing Alric's wound to continue to bleed.[/sblock]

Kirio, your healing spell discharges into Alric, but his wound crackles with dark energies and resists any positive benefits. He is not healed and his wound remains and continues to bleed.

Torrent is beginning to get frustrated with the repeated failure of her and her allies' healing spells. In a snap decision, she resorts to more mundane methods by drawing her waterskin and pouring it over Alric's ruined shoulder. She then rips off a sleeve of her tunic and attempts to use it as a makeshift bandage to bind the now-clean wound. Alric's wound flares up and spurts more blood, rendering Torrent's attempt at healing useless. "Damn this wound! Hrimr, are you a skilled healer? Try what you can and I'll follow up with my wand. He is going to die if we don't do something!"
 
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Hrimr takes a 5 ft step (K6) to get within reach of Alric.

"I have healed many a wound Torrent. But, this looks unnatural I will do what I can. Hold on Alric."

Hrimr begins to grab some herbs and moss from a pouch on his belt and tries to treat the wound.
 

Off Initiative

Hrimr, you are able to staunch the bleeding of Alric's wound and the dark energies seem to dissipate once you finish administering your treatment. Though pale from loss of blood, Alric appears to be stable.

The remaining two Lemures are easily dispatched by the rest of the party, effectively ending combat and allowing you all to catch your breath and relax.

With the threats removed, Torrent wipes her sweaty and soot-covered brow with her arm and then moves about the group applying curative magic from her wand. "I'm sorry I can't fully heal everyone," she says as she inspects your wounds, "but I am running out of charges and need to focus on those most heavily hurt."

Once finished, she takes a long drink of water and says: "I think we should get moving as soon as possible. I don't want to linger lest that foul devil return."
 

Hrimr washes the blood from his hands with some water and breathes a heavy sigh of relief.

"Foul devils with their unholy weapons. Glad I could stop the bleeding, Alric."

Hrimr stretches his arms out and cracks his knuclkes.

"Moradin, I could go for a cold ale right now! I'll have to settle for some warm water for now."

With that he takes a long drink from his waterskin.
 

Sweat pours down Alric's pasty, unshaven face. He leans on his sword, breathes heavily and his eyes are heavy-lidded. By the look of him, he looks as if he'll collapse and take his rest on the ground here.

"Thanks Hrimr," rasps Alric. "I agree with Torrent, we should not tarry in this place. Let us go."
 

Lars says, "I agree with Torrent, let's get out of here, but it's not if the devil returns, it's when. There's no way he's leaving without the case. I guess he hasn't caught on that it doesn't exist." Lars winks so his companions understand he is only bluffing.
"What weapons and magic do we have that works well against them? I don't have much else than my crossbow, really. And I only have 11 bolts left."

Lars takes a long pull from his waterskin and starts watching the woods around them carefully, crossbow loaded and ready.
 

"Yes, let's make haste. I need to rest before I can cast many of my spells again, and I wouldn't mind making a change to which ones I learn for the day....The devils are immune to fire and poison - so those two are out - and they're also extra resistant to acid and cold. On top of that, you may have noticed that that barbazu had a resistance to magic generally, something I've never encountered before. Alric's silver sword and any blessings we might have are our best chance of hurting them, but beyond that we just have to take our shot and hope the gods favour us....more than they've favoured Bannock over here at least."

Arnir turns to the big man and with a playful smile says

"I say Bannock, did you train to be farmer or a fighter- you certainly seem adept at tilling the soil with that hoe of yours."
 

"Haha! Don't make me start to tally a score Arnir! Plowed the earth I did indeed, and sowed it with the guts of those 'ellish things! You might as well have just given that devil a whiff of your bad breath for all your magic did to it. Tempus knows how potent that is. It's your blessed luck you weren't sliced in twain!"

Bannock says, giving Arnir a brotherly pat on the shoulder.

"Be careful, I wouldn't want to have to clean up if that were to 'appen."

He shrugs under the weight of his equipment and resumes the march up the road.
 

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