Taeryn steps off the table with a thud. After cleaning his blade, he sheathes the massive weapon on his back, and turns to acknowledge the patrons who had helped in the fight against the spiders.
"Nicely done, friends," Taeryn says. "Although I can't say I'm surprised. When you base an inn around a giant hole in the ground, you're liable to garner all sorts of attention from the denizens of the dark."
"Yes..." Karin nodded towards the fighter, "I suppose it's a good thing we were here."
She gently sheathed her longsword and placed her totem into her leather satchel. The totem was a small wooden sculpture, a rich auburn colored wood carved into the shape of a wolf. She knelt down beside the nearest spider corpse with the hope of discerning where this creature came from, or whom it served.
OOC: Trying a nature check to see if I can tell whether or not the spider is a minion or just acting on it's own. 1d20: 20! +4 = 24
Taeryn approached the kneeling druid, raising an eyebrow. "What are you checking for, exactly? The beast is dead, I can assure you of that." He glanced back at the giant hole in the center of the common room that descended into darkness. He reached for his blade once more. Something didn't feel right.
"You," Taeryn pointed to the man with the rapier who had fought beside him a moment before. "Take a look down that hole. Tell me what you see, but be careful, I wouldn't get too close." He was used to giving orders, having lived most of his life as a soldier.
He turned back to the dwarf limping his way, and reached for a nearby chair. "Here have a seat, friend," Taeryn said, drawing the chair out from the table. "Let's see if we can't get you patched up. Maybe there's something I can do to help."
OOC: Medicine check on this dwarf, if he obliges to let me take a look at the wound. Trying to determine how badly he is hurt and if any conditions apply.
Taeryn steps off the table with a thud. After cleaning his blade, he sheathes the massive weapon on his back, and turns to acknowledge the patrons who had helped in the fight against the spiders.
"Nicely done, friends," Taeryn says. "Although I can't say I'm surprised. When you base an inn around a giant hole in the ground, you're liable to garner all sorts of attention from the denizens of the dark."
"Yes..." Karin nodded towards the fighter, "I suppose it's a good thing we were here."
She gently sheathed her longsword and placed her totem into her leather satchel. The totem was a small wooden sculpture, a rich auburn colored wood carved into the shape of a wolf. She knelt down beside the nearest spider corpse with the hope of discerning where this creature came from, or whom it served.
OOC: Trying a nature check to see if I can tell whether or not the spider is a minion or just acting on it's own. 1d20: 20! +4 = 24
Taeryn approached the kneeling druid, raising an eyebrow. "What are you checking for, exactly? The beast is dead, I can assure you of that." He glanced back at the giant hole in the center of the common room that descended into darkness. He reached for his blade once more. Something didn't feel right.
"You," Taeryn pointed to the man with the rapier who had fought beside him a moment before. "Take a look down that hole. Tell me what you see, but be careful, I wouldn't get too close." He was used to giving orders, having lived most of his life as a soldier.
He turned back to the dwarf limping his way, and reached for a nearby chair. "Here have a seat, friend," Taeryn said, drawing the chair out from the table. "Let's see if we can't get you patched up. Maybe there's something I can do to help."
OOC: Medicine check on this dwarf, if he obliges to let me take a look at the wound. Trying to determine how badly he is hurt and if any conditions apply.
1dd20(8) + 1 = 9