Urn Your Pay (Rae judging)

[Trouvere]

Gildrim waves Karm over to the laconic half-orc. With a short low chant, he lessens the severity of his own wounds, a little.

OOC: Gildrim is at 10/16, but Ter-raen is at 14/25, so he's probably more obviously wounded. CmW on Gildrim, now at 11/16.

 

[Karm]

"Well then, now you know what brings me to this remote swamp in the middle of the night. Why pray tell are you all not in yon manor? Unless of course it's the crow infestation to which you previously alluded?"

 

[Trouvere]

"Aye, bad directions, ye seid. We cam deleeberately, fower ay us, lookin' fur th' ashes ay a deid man, tae tak back tae his neffae, or somethin'. Ah dinnae richtly mynd. Me, Erf, th' big fellae, an' - an' a wee slip ay a lad, young Cyian. But he..." Gildrim rubs a hand over his mouth. "Weel, he's gane, etten by a standin' stane, wi' a flash ay licht. Puir lad. An' sin we got haur, thaur's bin middlin' luck at best. Thaur's bin deid men still walkin', an' cockodrills, an' lightnin' lizards, an' speeders, an' thingmies wi' mair feet than ye can rackon, an' a charmin' wee girl wha wis mair mischief than th' rest, wham Ah'll lat Erf tell ye aw aboot - Ah'm stamagastert he's nae talkin', he's ordinar sae gabbie, an' -"

Gildrim breaks off from his semi-coherent account. "Grendath's bones, Ter-raen! I wis forgettin' ye hae th' three gresslowper men tucked awa' in yer pack."

 

[Karm]

Karm stands looking blankly at the dwarf.

"I see..." he lies, "well at least for now, I hope you all won't mind a bit of company. I've no idea how to get back to Orussus, and besides I suppose I came to the red dragon in search of adventure. Looks like I've found some.

Wait, standing stone? Cursed thing, that's what brought me to this swamp to begin with.

Gresslowper?"

[sblock=ooc]
Karm 10/10
Gildrim 11/16
Ter-raen 18/25
[/sblock]

 

[covaithe]

"Thanks for your help, Karm. It's always a pleasure to meet a brother druid. I'm afraid I'm a bit distracted at the moment. I've... got something on my mind." Erf says quietly, then lapses again into silence.

Now that you go to check it, you do notice that Ter-raen's pack has started twitching a bit.

 

[Karm]

Karm kneels beside Erf and says a few words in druidic.

[sblock=druidic]"Be still brother. Verdante comfort you. I cannot remove the poison entirely, but do you require healing?"[/sblock]

 

[covaithe]

Erf smiles, and answers in common. "I'll be fine, really. I just need a bit o' time. If you've got healing left, take care of my friends."

[sblock=ooc]I'm pretty sure Erf is at full health. He has taken STR damage, but unless his player reappears very soon, he's going to find a reason to part ways with the group. [/sblock]

 

[Karm]

[sblock=ooc] Ah well repeated strength damage will do that. I thought he was an NPC.[/sblock]

 

[Karm]

Hearing the words of the druid Karm gets to his feat and walks over to Ter-raen. He lays his hand on Ter-raen's arm and the blue glow emanates from it hand again.

[sblock=CLW on Ter-raen]Cure Light Wounds on Ter-Raen (1d8+1=9)

Yay!

Karm 10/10
Gildrim 11/16
Ter-raen 25/25[/sblock]

 

[serow]

Ter-raen lowered his weapons as it seemed that the stranger wasn't being much of a threat. After the brief introductions, he thanks the newcomer for his healing magic. But inside, Ter-raen is feeling more than a little conspicuous of his lack of magical abilities, especially in this crowd. All he knows is to hit things hard with whatever even harder object he can pick up at the moment. Ter-raen is suddenly feeling upset with himself and with the world, that he ended up with no skills but that of a brute to call his own. If he had healing magics like Gildrim, or power over animals like Erf and this new stranger Karm, perhaps he might be able to contribute more?

But outwards, the half-orc barbarian just smiles.