The Adventurer's Guild

[bennage]

OOC: I'm worried that I've been hogging the challenge. I'll wait a bit, but if no one else wants it I'll give it a go.

 

[Harumph]

Mallick stands next to Nicodemus.

			Don't force us to kill you!

EDIT: Boo-Yah!

 

[bluesfella]

At the grim ranger's threat, the crowd starts to back down finally. The older children start grabbing the younger kids and pulling them away, and eventually even the most stubborn of the hotheads can see that they will have no support and start to turn away as well.

Within a few minutes, the parents have arrived and begin to scold/hug/beat their children. It seems you have averted the disaster for now.

GM: Nice roll, Mark! You win at D&D!

Turning your attention to the drake, you can see that he is rather weak and obviously in pain. He croaks out a few more words, but they are foreign to your ears.

 

[Harumph]

			Who among us is well versed in the healing arts? We may need to tend to this wounded animal.

OOC: I have a heal of 2, unless I can use my nature skill, which is 7.

 

[Nicodemous]

I again lean in to heal the drake.

Laying on Hands/Healing Hands - Surge +3

I ask to the villagers: "Can anyone understand the creature?"

 

[bennage]

			Mallick, perhaps you know of some of root or herbs with salutary qualities for our drake friend?

Brocc walk over to the animal and sits cross-legged about 5 feet away. He takes some crushed leaves from his pack and kindles them in a small brazier. The smoke drifts up, lingering about his ears.

 

[Harumph]

			A splendid idea, brother.

Mallick looks for medicinal herbs for the drake.

EDIT: Dad-Gummit! It's feast or famine with these dice.

 

[bluesfella]

As Brocc performs the ritual, the drake's speech starts becoming increasingly clear. And though it is raspy and strained, you can finally make out what it is saying.

"Not...want...fight...thank you." He scratches at his head again.

"Just die...in...peace."

The villagers have mostly dispersed by this point, though Mavros and one or two other interested parents remains nearby.

 

[bennage]

			Why are you dying drake-friend? Can you be helped? We have healing arts. What is your tale?

 

[bluesfella]

"The warriors...captured us...changed me...made me smart...but it hurt me."

Speaking is painful, so the drake takes small breaks during his tale.

"They are...taming more like me...making them carry...warriors."

...

"The magic went...wrong...for me. Made me smarter...but it hurts...killing me. I heard them...were going to kill me...so I escaped. Knocked a warrior off his mount...but it is too late for me."

...

He turns his head to look at the summit of the mountain.

"They are capturing...more of us...there."

...

"Thank you...did not want...to hurt...children."

And with that, he expires. This drake is wearing the same metal collar that the last drake was, and has the same symbol of Zehir branded into his foreleg.

Mavros comes up to you and quietly says "Did you learn anything from it?"