"Damn it!" Sizzle growls as both he and his companion are stabbed. He watches as Zakhar's eyes open for a brief moment only to glaze over once more as he is attacked again.
Blood begins to soak through The goblins shirt and trickle from the corner of his mouth. "You'll pay for that!" Sizzle shouts as he draws his dagger with his free hand and lunges towards the teifling
That is enough to finally down the irritating tiefling! With a bloody bone-crunching thud he falls to the ground and the room is quiet once more!
(Combat over!)
Here's the previous description of the room you're in:
A spiral staircase emerges through the floor into this multiuse kitchen and social area. To the north, a ladder ascends to the floor above, and six simple doors ring the room. To the west are several cabinets and cooking spaces that have been pillaged, with pots and foodstuffs scattered across the floor.
Here's the space again (just minus the tieflings now)
With the tieflings dead, Halila comments to the others, "I suppose we should look about. Though it's feeling more and more like the automaton we're looking for is not going to be here." She herself first takes a look at each of the tieflings to see what they might have been carrying. (Investigation: 9)
As she is inspecting the two felled tieflings, Halila slowly realizes that Zakhar is simply lying on the floor. With a bit of blood pooling beside him. "Hey! Someone ought to take a look at Zakhar!" She springs to her feet, moving over towards him, though she is aware she knows almost nothing of helping those who are injured. "Anyone know how to keep him stable? Or is he already done for?"
The final tiefling crashes to the ground with a thud, and for a moment, the room is still—save for the crackle of Sizzle’s fading firebolt and the distant creak of the old building settling.
Esta lowers her bow, her breath steady, but her eyes immediately scan the room. That’s when she sees him.
“Zakhar—!” she gasps, already sprinting across the room. Her boots skid slightly on the blood-slick floor as she drops to her knees beside him. “No, no, no—don’t you dare.”
She fumbles at her belt pouch, fingers trembling as she pulls free a small glass vial. The healing potion sloshes inside, catching the light. Without hesitation, she uncorks it and gently lifts Zakhar’s head.
“Come on, drink this,” she mutters, voice tight with panic. “You’re not allowed to die. Not after all that.”
She carefully pours the potion between his lips, tipping his head just enough to help it go down.
Potion of Healing: 7 healing
As the last drop disappears, she leans in close, watching his face for any sign of movement—any flicker of breath or twitch of an eyelid.
“Come back, Zakhar,” she whispers. "I don't want to see more companions dying. Not again..."
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Sizzle picks himself up and clutches his own wound as blood runs between his gloved fingers. The goblin is relieved when Estra heals Zakhar, giving a small nod before moving to look for anything of value or use... Perception 18
After Esta pours the potion down his throat, Zakhar's wounds heal just enough for him to stop losing blood. He hears someone's voice, but he can't make out the words. He coughs, blurry eyes opening just slightly. He blinks, Esta's face starting to come into focus. "I'm not dead?" He thinks. "What...?" He mumbles. Tilting his head slightly, he sees the two teiflings on the floor. Relief washes over him, as he realizes other than those two he's the only one on the ground.
Putting a hand to the right side of his face, he sits up gingerly clearly still weak from blood loss. He expects the voice to say something, but surprisingly it stays silent.
"Thanks...Esta." He says pulling his hand away from his face and allowing his hair to fall in front of his right eye once more. He gives her a weak smile. "I... think I'm going to sit here for a bit."He eyes his sword laying off to his right... just out of reach. He vaguely wonders why it's there since he's left handed... but then a pit forms in his stomach... right. That had happened. That's why it's not talking... it must have expended it's energy... He puts his hand back to his head. "I'll get up... once you all are done looking."
He must look pathetic sitting there in a pool of his own blood. The voice must have been right. He is useless.
A search of the current room does turn up 14 days worth of rations, mostly in the form of pickled radishes. There are a few bedrooms attached to this main room and a larger room to the side.
Halila goes back to check again if there was anything the tieflings carried, then heads for the larger room on the side. She will peak around there for anything of interest. (Perception: 1)
Esta watches Zakhar stir, the faintest flicker of life returning to his features. She exhales—quiet, controlled—and nods once, more to herself than anyone else.
“Good. You’re not dead,” she says, already rising to her feet. “Try not to make a habit of that.”
She doesn’t linger. Her eyes sweep the room, calculating. The fight may be over, but her work isn’t. She begins moving methodically, checking the floor, the bodies, and the walls for any of her arrows. (OOC: Do I get all my arrows back?)
“I’m going to need every one of those back,” she mutters, half to herself as she crouches to retrieve a shaft lodged in a cracked floorboard. “We don’t know what’s waiting in the next room.”
As some of you begin to recover and still question everything, it is easy enough for Esta to find her arrows during this, and as Halila checks the larger room to the side, she can see it is a study. A sizable desk stands opposite the door in this stuffy study. Cabinets, crowded bookshelves, and maps of the Outer Planes cover the room’s walls. In the south corner stands a simple cot.
Halila will take a little bit of time to look through the room. She really thinks coming to this place was a dead end as far as their search goes. But she figures she should at least look to see if they might find something to help. She starts with the desk.
Sizzle would collect a few days worth of rations before moving towards the desk. Once there ge would investigate books and map, looking for anything of use and taking anything along thst he thinks could be useful in the future...
With her arrows recovered and the others still poking through bookshelves and drawers, Esta leans casually against the nearest wall. Her dagger is in hand—not drawn in threat, but turned lazily in her fingers as she cleans beneath her nails with the tip, eyes half-lidded but alert.
She glances toward the others, then toward the door.
“If there’s nothing useful here,” she says, voice even, “perhaps we should just get going. In case there are more where they came from.”
She doesn’t push, but the implication is clear: lingering too long in a place like this rarely ends well.
There isn't much else in that main room, but in the room to the east where Halila went...
A sizable desk stands opposite the door in this stuffy study. Cabinets, crowded bookshelves, and maps of the Outer Planes cover the room’s walls. In the south corner stands a simple cot...and then a voice speaks in an abyssal language:
"You're the one causing all that ruckus! Trespassers!!!"
(Entering auto-initiative, so the party may act first. While Halila doesn't see anyone, there is definitely a malevolent presence here.)
"Hey uhh... pal?" Sizzle says as he prepares himself for what will likley be another battle... "Don't bother getting up or anything but... you didn't happen to see a construct around here did ya? we are just looking to return it to it's owner... no big deal... nothing to fight about." The goblin says as he adjusts his modified wand, prompting it to crackle with energy....
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"Damn it!" Sizzle growls as both he and his companion are stabbed. He watches as Zakhar's eyes open for a brief moment only to glaze over once more as he is attacked again.
Blood begins to soak through The goblins shirt and trickle from the corner of his mouth. "You'll pay for that!" Sizzle shouts as he draws his dagger with his free hand and lunges towards the teifling
Attack: 10 Damage: 7
That is enough to finally down the irritating tiefling! With a bloody bone-crunching thud he falls to the ground and the room is quiet once more!
(Combat over!)
Here's the previous description of the room you're in:
A spiral staircase emerges through the floor into this multiuse kitchen and social area. To the north, a ladder ascends to the floor above, and six simple doors ring the room. To the west are several cabinets and cooking spaces that have been pillaged, with pots and foodstuffs scattered across the floor.
Here's the space again (just minus the tieflings now)
With the tieflings dead, Halila comments to the others, "I suppose we should look about. Though it's feeling more and more like the automaton we're looking for is not going to be here." She herself first takes a look at each of the tieflings to see what they might have been carrying. (Investigation: 9)
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Satina Cindermark, Fighter || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Zakhar remains unconscious on the floor. The pool of blood Sizzle had turned to bubbles reforming around him.
As she is inspecting the two felled tieflings, Halila slowly realizes that Zakhar is simply lying on the floor. With a bit of blood pooling beside him. "Hey! Someone ought to take a look at Zakhar!" She springs to her feet, moving over towards him, though she is aware she knows almost nothing of helping those who are injured. "Anyone know how to keep him stable? Or is he already done for?"
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Satina Cindermark, Fighter || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
(Someone can make a Medicine check to ascertain their stability or try to stabilize them now. Or just heal them if it is possible.)
The final tiefling crashes to the ground with a thud, and for a moment, the room is still—save for the crackle of Sizzle’s fading firebolt and the distant creak of the old building settling.
Esta lowers her bow, her breath steady, but her eyes immediately scan the room. That’s when she sees him.
Zakhar... Collapsed... Blood pooling beneath him. Unmoving...
Her calm focus shatters.
“Zakhar—!” she gasps, already sprinting across the room. Her boots skid slightly on the blood-slick floor as she drops to her knees beside him. “No, no, no—don’t you dare.”
She fumbles at her belt pouch, fingers trembling as she pulls free a small glass vial. The healing potion sloshes inside, catching the light. Without hesitation, she uncorks it and gently lifts Zakhar’s head.
“Come on, drink this,” she mutters, voice tight with panic. “You’re not allowed to die. Not after all that.”
She carefully pours the potion between his lips, tipping his head just enough to help it go down.
Potion of Healing: 7 healing
As the last drop disappears, she leans in close, watching his face for any sign of movement—any flicker of breath or twitch of an eyelid.
“Come back, Zakhar,” she whispers. "I don't want to see more companions dying. Not again..."
(Apologies, that should be 5 healing not 7)
(the healing is effective!)
Sizzle picks himself up and clutches his own wound as blood runs between his gloved fingers. The goblin is relieved when Estra heals Zakhar, giving a small nod before moving to look for anything of value or use...
Perception 18
After Esta pours the potion down his throat, Zakhar's wounds heal just enough for him to stop losing blood. He hears someone's voice, but he can't make out the words. He coughs, blurry eyes opening just slightly. He blinks, Esta's face starting to come into focus. "I'm not dead?" He thinks. "What...?" He mumbles. Tilting his head slightly, he sees the two teiflings on the floor. Relief washes over him, as he realizes other than those two he's the only one on the ground.
Putting a hand to the right side of his face, he sits up gingerly clearly still weak from blood loss. He expects the voice to say something, but surprisingly it stays silent.
"Thanks...Esta." He says pulling his hand away from his face and allowing his hair to fall in front of his right eye once more. He gives her a weak smile. "I... think I'm going to sit here for a bit." He eyes his sword laying off to his right... just out of reach. He vaguely wonders why it's there since he's left handed... but then a pit forms in his stomach... right. That had happened. That's why it's not talking... it must have expended it's energy... He puts his hand back to his head. "I'll get up... once you all are done looking."
He must look pathetic sitting there in a pool of his own blood. The voice must have been right. He is useless.
A search of the current room does turn up 14 days worth of rations, mostly in the form of pickled radishes. There are a few bedrooms attached to this main room and a larger room to the side.
Halila goes back to check again if there was anything the tieflings carried, then heads for the larger room on the side. She will peak around there for anything of interest. (Perception: 1)
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Satina Cindermark, Fighter || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Esta watches Zakhar stir, the faintest flicker of life returning to his features. She exhales—quiet, controlled—and nods once, more to herself than anyone else.
“Good. You’re not dead,” she says, already rising to her feet. “Try not to make a habit of that.”
She doesn’t linger. Her eyes sweep the room, calculating. The fight may be over, but her work isn’t. She begins moving methodically, checking the floor, the bodies, and the walls for any of her arrows. (OOC: Do I get all my arrows back?)
“I’m going to need every one of those back,” she mutters, half to herself as she crouches to retrieve a shaft lodged in a cracked floorboard. “We don’t know what’s waiting in the next room.”
As some of you begin to recover and still question everything, it is easy enough for Esta to find her arrows during this, and as Halila checks the larger room to the side, she can see it is a study. A sizable desk stands opposite the door in this stuffy study. Cabinets, crowded bookshelves, and maps of the Outer Planes cover the room’s walls. In the south corner stands a simple cot.
Halila will take a little bit of time to look through the room. She really thinks coming to this place was a dead end as far as their search goes. But she figures she should at least look to see if they might find something to help. She starts with the desk.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Satina Cindermark, Fighter || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Sizzle would collect a few days worth of rations before moving towards the desk. Once there ge would investigate books and map, looking for anything of use and taking anything along thst he thinks could be useful in the future...
investigation 12
With her arrows recovered and the others still poking through bookshelves and drawers, Esta leans casually against the nearest wall. Her dagger is in hand—not drawn in threat, but turned lazily in her fingers as she cleans beneath her nails with the tip, eyes half-lidded but alert.
She glances toward the others, then toward the door.
“If there’s nothing useful here,” she says, voice even, “perhaps we should just get going. In case there are more where they came from.”
She doesn’t push, but the implication is clear: lingering too long in a place like this rarely ends well.
There isn't much else in that main room, but in the room to the east where Halila went...
A sizable desk stands opposite the door in this stuffy study. Cabinets, crowded bookshelves, and maps of the Outer Planes cover the room’s walls. In the south corner stands a simple cot...and then a voice speaks in an abyssal language:
"You're the one causing all that ruckus! Trespassers!!!"
(Entering auto-initiative, so the party may act first. While Halila doesn't see anyone, there is definitely a malevolent presence here.)
"Hey uhh... pal?" Sizzle says as he prepares himself for what will likley be another battle... "Don't bother getting up or anything but... you didn't happen to see a construct around here did ya? we are just looking to return it to it's owner... no big deal... nothing to fight about." The goblin says as he adjusts his modified wand, prompting it to crackle with energy....