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Frila goes after the figure on the ground checking for any other agressors "Better to leave them to the others" She looked at the figure looking for wounds and got ready to heal the figure
Peering around at the darkness of the dock area, none of you see anybody nearby. Strangely, the docks are devoid of signs of activity. Your only companions are the lapping of the murky water against the black sands of the shore and the sounds of hammers striking anvils within the city.
Looking over the victim, you determine that the collapsed figure is a Druergar man. He wears a simple work smock, and one of his eyes is an empty socket with a long scar running diagonally across his face. You look over his body, and none of you can find any signs of wounds upon his form. Despite this, his skin grows paler as his breath grows shallower with every passing minute. You aren't sure why, but this dwarf is surely going to die if he receives no help.
((Frila can't really stabilize the dwarf because she found no wounds to treat))
((Medicine check to see if Caelynn figures out what the others have: 7))
Caelynn stares down at the body for a second and can't make heads or tails of what's going on with him. "Healer might be our best bet. We should move quickly." She scans the surroundings for any sign of the attacker or anyone else who has taken notice of the events.
Aimon looks at the others as they examine the dying duergar.
"So from your faces I'm guessing he's in bad shape but no one knows why," Aimon says. "Oak, feel like putting some of those muscles to good use? If you grab that end, I'll grab his legs and we can run him over to the keep. The rest of you can keep the way ahead clear."
He reaches down to grab the legs and get going if Oak takes the heavier upper body.
((OOC: I feel like Oak could lift the guy on his own. Let me know if that’s completely nowhere near correct. Edit... 165lbs left of normal carrying capacity before needing push/lift/drag capacity: a further 270lbs))
Oak looks back and says, “It’s okay, I got this... Has everyone done everything they can for this poor man?....”. He looks to each party member’s face of those who were trying to work out what’s wrong. He’s not a healer and trusts their judgment over his, to know if he can be moved. He gives the party time to jump in with one last action before he lifts him...
If there are no objections, Oak he takes the man’s arm over behind his head and hoists the guy into a comfortable firefighter’s lift over his shoulder. He holds his legs steady with one arm and re-draws a hand axe with the other. And nods to Aimon to lead the way...
"Trill let´s take turns healing, at least until we take it somewhere we can properly understand what is happening with him" "Mal-nurishment? Curse?" She tries to understand what was wrong with him. "Come on Frila, you failed against the dragon, and against the dwarf, don´t fail now"
((You can lift the dwarf. He is rather small for a Druergar, and he weighs only 120 pounds.))
As Trill plays a rousing tune, you see the dwarf spasm in Oak's arms as the healing energy washes over him. His eyes flutter for a moment, and a grown escapes his lips before he sinks back into unconsciousness. He seems to have stabilized now, but he is still out of it.
Looking around, none of you can see anybody around you, including his assaulter. You recall the way that the the person who attacked the dwarf seemed to melt away into the darkness.
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Aimon leads the way towards the keep. While making sure the path is clear for Oak, he still watches their surroundings carefully in case there are more of these magically appearing and vanishing assassins about.
"Let´s return to the Inn. And we need some food and water" "If my grandfather knew I lost to a dragon and had to become a temporary medic, well I think I would had prefered to die back then" Frila´s hands were shaking at this mere thought "Well better to not dwel on those thoughts. Ok Trill healed him, either way when we reach the Inn i will use Lay on Hands just to be sure" "We should also make sure no one is following us, I don´t know about you, but if I was an assassin I would like to be sure my victims die"
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Frila goes after the figure on the ground checking for any other agressors
"Better to leave them to the others"
She looked at the figure looking for wounds and got ready to heal the figure
Medicine check: 15
Trill casts a keen eye about, looking for any other witnesses.
Perception: 22
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
((Sorry about that, it was a hectic morning))
Peering around at the darkness of the dock area, none of you see anybody nearby. Strangely, the docks are devoid of signs of activity. Your only companions are the lapping of the murky water against the black sands of the shore and the sounds of hammers striking anvils within the city.
Looking over the victim, you determine that the collapsed figure is a Druergar man. He wears a simple work smock, and one of his eyes is an empty socket with a long scar running diagonally across his face. You look over his body, and none of you can find any signs of wounds upon his form. Despite this, his skin grows paler as his breath grows shallower with every passing minute. You aren't sure why, but this dwarf is surely going to die if he receives no help.
((Frila can't really stabilize the dwarf because she found no wounds to treat))
"Anyone have any power to stop whatever is draining him?" Aimon asks. "Bit outside of my skill set."
He looks around to docks and judges how far they are from Blackskull's keep.
"If not, I'm going suggest we just pick him up and run him to the keep. They may have healers that can deal with this."
Trill looks him over, trying to figure out the nature of his injury or illness. Medicine: 9
((Well shoot. Frila should be able to handle poison or disease if that's the issue as well?))
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
((Medicine check to see if Caelynn figures out what the others have: 7))
Caelynn stares down at the body for a second and can't make heads or tails of what's going on with him. "Healer might be our best bet. We should move quickly." She scans the surroundings for any sign of the attacker or anyone else who has taken notice of the events.
Perception: 11
Iris - Tiefling Cleric | Cassandra - Elf Warlock | Solace - Tiefling Monk | Tempest - Hexblood Monk | Lex - Fire Genasi Barbarian
Lilyn - Triton Ranger | Candor - Changeling Bard | Echo - Changeling Warlock/Bard | Rowan - Fairy Wizard
Aimon looks at the others as they examine the dying duergar.
"So from your faces I'm guessing he's in bad shape but no one knows why," Aimon says. "Oak, feel like putting some of those muscles to good use? If you grab that end, I'll grab his legs and we can run him over to the keep. The rest of you can keep the way ahead clear."
He reaches down to grab the legs and get going if Oak takes the heavier upper body.
((OOC: I feel like Oak could lift the guy on his own. Let me know if that’s completely nowhere near correct. Edit... 165lbs left of normal carrying capacity before needing push/lift/drag capacity: a further 270lbs))
Oak looks back and says, “It’s okay, I got this... Has everyone done everything they can for this poor man?....”. He looks to each party member’s face of those who were trying to work out what’s wrong. He’s not a healer and trusts their judgment over his, to know if he can be moved. He gives the party time to jump in with one last action before he lifts him...
If there are no objections, Oak he takes the man’s arm over behind his head and hoists the guy into a comfortable firefighter’s lift over his shoulder. He holds his legs steady with one arm and re-draws a hand axe with the other. And nods to Aimon to lead the way...
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
Trill calls out a rousing song. 7
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
"Trill let´s take turns healing, at least until we take it somewhere we can properly understand what is happening with him"
"Mal-nurishment? Curse?"
She tries to understand what was wrong with him.
"Come on Frila, you failed against the dragon, and against the dwarf, don´t fail now"
((You can lift the dwarf. He is rather small for a Druergar, and he weighs only 120 pounds.))
As Trill plays a rousing tune, you see the dwarf spasm in Oak's arms as the healing energy washes over him. His eyes flutter for a moment, and a grown escapes his lips before he sinks back into unconsciousness. He seems to have stabilized now, but he is still out of it.
Looking around, none of you can see anybody around you, including his assaulter. You recall the way that the the person who attacked the dwarf seemed to melt away into the darkness.
Aimon leads the way towards the keep. While making sure the path is clear for Oak, he still watches their surroundings carefully in case there are more of these magically appearing and vanishing assassins about.
Perception: 19
Oak follows quickly after Aimon. His focus is on following and keeping the man as comfortable as possible...
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
"Let´s return to the Inn. And we need some food and water"
"If my grandfather knew I lost to a dragon and had to become a temporary medic, well I think I would had prefered to die back then" Frila´s hands were shaking at this mere thought
"Well better to not dwel on those thoughts. Ok Trill healed him, either way when we reach the Inn i will use Lay on Hands just to be sure"
"We should also make sure no one is following us, I don´t know about you, but if I was an assassin I would like to be sure my victims die"