Finnian drops his weapons next to the bow and walks towards Cousin Eustace. He whistles to Erlai and motions towards the pile of belongings on the lawn. With a short screech, the hawk leaps from the tree where he had perched after Eustace's fall and glides down to land next to the bow, overlooking Finnian's gear with a predator's watchful gaze.
Finnian removes the arrow from Cousin Eustace's clutched hand, sets it aside, and looks over the wounds. He takes a couple shredded pieces from his damaged and sliced clothing and carefully tries to bind the wounds.
Heal check (1d20+7=15)
Looking over his opponent, Finnian decides he has done what he can and walks over to Marco.
Eustace fought well, if a bit dirty. <ahem> I'd still like to know how he threw Vana around like that. Quite a feat, especially with one arm. Quite good, really. Well, and thanks for the test and such. Still woulda liked to keep it a bit cleaner, but maybe things are different here in Daunton. Haven't been to the city much. Well, never before the other week, really. But you see, it's...
Finnian just lets the last sentence trail off. He stares for a moment and then quickly shakes Marco's hand with a nod of his head and then turns back to gather his things off the lawn.
Erlai launches himself into the air and swirls around and around Finnian's head. He feints and pretends to jab at the hawk, who deftly twirls away and comes back at him again, only to break off at the last moment. When they both tire of this little play, Erlai swoops down and glides to a smooth stop on Finnian's outstretched arm.
Finnian walks over to Vaunea and pats her on the shoulder, and then takes a moment to visit each of his new companions and give a friendly punch on the shoulder or a slap on the back.
As the others work the crowd, Finnian joins in and says,
The greatest show you've ever seen! I've won a few fights in the fair back home, but you'll never get a fight like the one at the TURTLEDOME!
Finnian moves to an open spot and removes his longsword and scabbard from his back and with a deft turn, throws it into the air. Just as it reaches the peak of its arc, Erlai grabs the scabbard, letting the sword fall free back towards Finnian...
Acrobatics Check (1d20+7=9)
Finnian's hand darts out to grab the falling sword, only to wrap his palm around the blade, slicing himself badly. Quickly hiding the wince of pain, he flips the sword around and grabs the proper end and holds the sword over his head for the crowd.
Intimidate (1d20+1=2)
The whole effect of Finnian holding the sword uncomfortably above his head, while shifting in obvious pain from the cut on his hand as blood drops down onto his face is perhaps not the scene of the fierce gladiator that he had desired. After a moment, of trying to put on a good show, Finnian can't keep up the display any longer and drops the sword... right onto his toe. Now dancing around holding his sword hand and hopping on one foot and quietly cursing at the pain, the crowd erupts in laughter at the comical scene of the country boy who is now more clown than crusader.
Above the laughter, you can almost hear,
I knew I should've stuck with the dagger...
[sblock=OOC]Great fun so far. Looking forward to the rest of the adventure[/sblock]
If he is dead do we need to check our alignment, because right now I feel pretty evil... Mwuhahahaa... ha...[/sblock]
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