BE7s Frozen Sick (IC)

***Kitsune, roll me a general DEX check and a d20***

Kitsune's DEX Check: 26

Regular 'ol d20: 7

Kitsune makes it over half way across before loosing her footing on a small patch of ice.  With seven feet to go, her boots slip sideways and she falls into the frigid water with a splash.

***CON save DC 10.  On a fail take 1 level of exhaustion.***

Vayne rushes to the edge of the water, holding his quarterstaff out to Kitsune.  If she latches on, he uses his turn to drag her back to the shore.

Kitsune's DC10 CON Save: 10

OOC: I know what a wet dog smells like.  What does a wet elf smell like?  ;-)

Torvil picks up the elf's crossbow and removes any remaining weapon on their person, shoving them down to the ground.  He pulls out a length of rope and begins tying them up none too gently.  Uses his bonus action to extend his Rage as he sits there cursing the bandit and looking up nervously at Kitsune, Vayne and Akira's motionless body. 

"Brassafrassinmassarattin elf shooting us and doin' sneaky stuff, up to no good, I imagine you piece of filth!  Lucky I don't just shove ya into yon pool right there.  Hold still or I will!  Damnit!"

The bandit offers no resistance, he is severely wounded and does not want to die. 

OOC: Posting my action for next round early, since this will be a busy work week and I don't want to hold anything up.  I'll let Akira and Vayne post their actions for this round, and then when everyone is complete and we transition to the next round, please insert the following for Kitsune's action-

Kitsune scrambles up the muddy bank, the freezing water heavy in her clothes, but she doesn't stop to wring them out.  She ignores the chattering of her teeth, her focus entirely on the pale, still form of Akira.  Vayne's frantic efforts have kept her here, but it's Kitsune's magic that needs to pull her back from the threshold.

Reaching out with a trembling, water-slicked hand, she presses her palm against the cold leather of Akira's armor, right over the devastating bolt wound.  She closes her eyes, calling upon the primal, knitting energy of the wilds...a stark contrast to the deathly chill of the pool she just crawled out of.

"Not today..." she whispers, a faint silver glow beginning to pulse between her fingers.

Kitsune casts Cure Wounds on Akira, healing her for 7 hp.

Death save roll #2: 16!!

Akira is not out of the woods yet, but it does appear as if Tymora has chosen to show her favor this day.  

Kitsune, of course, knew none of this.  Her eyes saw only the body on the ground and desperation and fear on Vayne's face as he pulled her from the frigid water.  

Kitsune scrambles up the muddy bank, the freezing water heavy in her clothes, but she doesn't stop to wring them out. She ignores the chattering of her teeth, her focus entirely on the pale, still form of Akira. Vayne's frantic efforts have kept her here, but it's Kitsune's magic that needs to pull her back from the threshold.

Reaching out with a trembling, water-slicked hand, she presses her palm against the cold leather of Akira's armor, right over the devastating bolt wound. She closes her eyes, calling upon the primal, knitting energy of the wilds...a stark contrast to the deathly chill of the pool she just crawled out of.

"Not today..." she whispers, a faint silver glow beginning to pulse between her fingers.

Kitsune casts Cure Wounds on Akira, healing her for 7 hp.

***OoC:  Akira is back up!  Kitsune is soaked and will be shivering when the adrenaline wears off.  The last bandit is bound and restrained.***