The fellow winces as he raises a hand to his neck, but struggles as Dornikal goes to grab him.

Acrobatics: 13

Randy growls at him. "Settle down or you're really going to hurt yourself. You could have something broken."

"Come on, Ulmwin will help ye. Let meh carry ye up."

Dornikal tries to lift the elf again. If he struggles, Dornikal will just let him lay there and will let Ulmwin know he'll need to come down.

His right hand is clasped to his neck, which is looking rather red and inflamed, while he slaps at Dornikal with the other. 

"I'm finnne. Jus' leeemee goo onn my waaay. Nott bothhherin'  you."

He seems to be struggling to focus on the dwarf.

"Ye seem poisoned."

Dornikal will yell up,

"He seems poisoned? One of ye do that?"

Ulmwin seems to hesitate for a long bit, before letting out a very guilty "Maybe."

After a bit following it up again with an "He'll be fine! Once he comes back up here for the antidote, that is."

"Poisoned?" 

Coljin looks perplexed, and then the look on his face turns to irritated.

"What is going on here?" he states.  Loudly.  More loudly than most of you have heard him speak.

"I can heal whatever the problem is, but I need to have some answers."

He will hold off for answers, but will not let the man get into dire health/possible death waiting to help him.  He will do a quick pray to Mielikki (Guidance for himself, and then take a long look at the injured man to see what is going on with him.

Medicine:  28

Guidance: 4

(Wow, two maximum rolls, and at such a critical time of need, lol)

The elf, now that there's talk of him being poisoned, is a bit more tractable, allowing the cleric to look at him, sitting heavily on a rock.

Coljin, in persuading him to remove his hand, notes two inflamed puncture marks spaced a few inches apart, one in the little hollow behind the earlobe, the other down and a bit around the back of the neck. He'd wager it's more likely a sting than a bite, the punctures seem to have come at slightly different angles inconsistent with a pair of fangs. He's confident that the toxins are not lethal, and that the elf will likely recover within the hour. The scare and tumble the took may have spread them through his body more rapidly, leading to the quick onset and vomiting, but while he'll feel unwell for a while, he'll be fine. Unless he pisses off Randy or Dornikal...

“Ah, well I see you are poisoned.  Stung I see.  Well you better answer the questions that are about to be asked.    Truthfully.”

"Poishioned? Ish it bad? My tongue feelsh big. You shaid you've an antidote?!"

"Yeah- You should really come up here and get it already before things get much worse! Sorry bud, but didn't really want to risk more shenanigans after earlier."

He raises up a flagon... Which is filled with just his water.

"Just put down your weapons and let the dwarf help you, and you'll be good again very soon. He may have some healing magic he's willing to share to make it instant if he's generous."

((Deception check?))

26

The elf peers up bleary eyed at Ulmwin's flask, licking his lips. "Yeah, yeah... tell Patchy not to be so handsy."

Dornikal scoops the elf up and carries him up.

"Ye look...not good."

He comments as they walk.

((Is Dornikal trying to scale the 15-20 ft climb while carrying an elf?))

((Now way to walk around then up? Otherwise, I guess he doesn't have much other choice.))

Randy quickly sees the problem and digs out his rope and tosses an end down to them.  "Tie that around him and you and we'll help pull you both  up."   He signals Evar over to give him a hand with the lifting.

Evar raises an eyebrow, but silently complies. With a bit of effort, you get the elf up to where he can reach shakily and greedily for Ulmwin's 'antidote'.

Ulmwin: