The Sea's Righteous Might

[Mavnn]

Kragor

Kragor surveys the now unconscious man before him for a moment and then speaks. "This man needs medical help - I would have happily crushed his skull in combat, but I'll not leave him like this. I'd rather see him stand trial. We also need to warn the ship captains what is going on. If one of you is happy to memorise that note, I'll take this piece of garbage and the original note to Captain Peliad. If nothing else, my singed beard should warn him of the seriousness of the situation. I'd catch up with you at the docks as soon as possible, travelling above land. It looks like visiting Hugo's can wait until after the ships are safe."

Assuming nobody objects, Kragor grabs the note, hefts the injured man easily over one shoulder and heads off towards the inn where Captian Peliad is staying at a brisk trot.

 

[Harvey]

Marisa Calathar, Cleric of Wee Jas

"Wait, Kragor. I can heal him before you bring him above-ground. This way, he is assured to stand trial. Just be sure that his hands and feel are bound, because I don't know if my healing will wake him or not. Oh, and be sure to bind his fingers together, since he has the ability to cast arcane spells."

Marisa waits for someone to bind the caster before casting cure light wounds.

 

[Mavnn]

Kragor

Kragor nods agreement with this plan, and starts binding the caster in the torn up strips of the casters own clothes.

 

[Harvey]

Marisa Calathar, Cleric of Wee Jas

Marisa waits until Kragor is finished, then grabs her holy symbol of Wee Jas, and holds it to the sky chanting "Wee Jas, please heal this humble spirit's body" as she touches the thug's shoulder.

OOC: Marisa sacks her Comprehend Languages spell slot for Cure Light Wounds, healing him for a whopping 3 points of damage. Oh well, at least he's stabilized...

 

[reddist]

<<<oops>>>

The burned man sighs with relief as Marisa heals him, his tense body sagging as the pain is eased. Though he remains unconsious, you can tell from his face his pain is lessened and he is in no danger of dying anytime soon.

Jaleph: [sblock] iffen you wanted to try another charm spell now, I'd give you some circumstantial bonuses... [/sblock]

Ven: [sblock]Scouting ahead a few yards, you can tell someone has definitely been through this tunnel in the last ten or fifteen minutes. Perhaps another group of three to five men have passed this way, prior to your fight with Hugo's men. [/sblock]

 

[scout989]

Jaleph Bigthumbs Halfling Sorceror

Jaleph sees that the fire-ravaged man might be a little more disposed to seeing them as friends now, so he tries one more time to enchant him. If he senses that it has worked, he'll relate what he's done to the others, then suggest that they attempt to wake the man, so that he may be questioned about what kind of monkey business he's been up to.

 

[reddist]

Jaleph concentrates his will upon that of the wounded mage, and a brief smile flashes across the man's face. He sleeps still, but he seems calm and at peace.

A gentle jostling awakens him, and he looks up to see Marisa standing over him, with Jaleph at her shoulder. "Milady! Is it you I must thank for healing me? That mix seems a bit more explosive than the last batch Mango made. I owe you my life!" He struggles to sit up, raising his hands to head as he does so. "Oh my head! It feels like somebody kicked me in the noggin! And why am I all tied up?"

 

[scout989]

Jaleph Bigthumbs Halfling Sorceror

Thinking fast, Jaleph jumps in with "Ah, you see, you were thrashing around so much that we were afraid you would hurt yourself. We tied you up so that we could heal you. My apologies, but we should probably leave you like that until we are quite sure that the convulsions have left you. Do you mind? It is for your own good, after all." Jaleph considers how to handle this, then continues "So, if you still had your supplies, did you not manage to get to your target after all? And which one was it, the Sea's Righteous Might? Or Findlay's Dream? Or that other one, I forget the name of it. Perhaps we'd better help you here, because you are in no kind of shape to handle it on your own, and Hugo will not be pleased if you fail."

 

[Harvey]

Marisa Calathar, Cleric of Wee Jas

Marisa suppresses a smile as she watches Jal's plan unfold. In the meantime, she keeps an eye to the pipe where Ven disappeared to.

 

[reddist]

The man nods his head at Jaleph's words. "Perfectly understandable, yes. I imagine I was flailing about while I was on fire." He nods at the oddly shaped ceramic pots you pulled out of the other pouches. "Me and my guys, we were gonna attach those to the sides of Finlay's Dream. Milton and his squad went ahead, to the Lord Bingham's Belle, and Kolchak and Mango were gonna get the Righteous Might, and good! They should be just a few minutes behind me. My name's Porter. Who are you guys? Hey! You guys wanna help out? I bet Hugo would offer you a fair share of our fee!" His voice rises excitedly at this last statement, making his head ring. He brings his hands to his forehead again, wincing as he touches a bruise. "It really does feel like somebody kicked me. Hey, um, think you can untie me now?"

Porter squints in the faint light of your arcane torches, trying to pick out your faces. "Is that Bran, there in the back? Hey Bran! I thought Milton said you weren't gonna be involved in this job, and we shouldn't even talk to you about it. Whatcha doin down here?"