Liron walks up to Paren and gives him a firm pat on the back, "Fine shooting." She looks between the members of the war party and calls out, "Any wounded?"
Manon raises an eyebrow and looks at the Aarakocra with slight disbelief. With her large tusks, beady eyes, and square jaw she is well aware that she is not attractive by the standard of most humanoids. (yay negative CHA mod) She's sluggishly bleeding from a large bite mark on her leg and looks completely exhausted.
"Well you're a bit late for protecting. If you want to be helpful, there are wounded that need to be brought to safety."
She becomes lost in thought as she carefully picks up one of her charges and makes her way toward the medical tent. Her brow furrows, not sure if they are going to have room for everyone... And they'll need to separate the sick from the wounded who will be susceptible to disease.
Wraith calls out, "I've got a live one over here. I'm not sure what he's saying; but I'm pretty sure it's not commenting on the fine weather. Phen, Kenley I need one of you before this stupid orc kills itself crawling away."
"Oh you didn't have to... other people might need it more... " Manon fumbles with her words a bit, realizing she's sounding ungrateful. "I mean ah, thanks."
(OOC - THANKS I was at 1)
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Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
Quoren catches a few garbled words, effectively carrying the sentiment that everyone in this encampment can go and gorge themselves on their own feces. Coming closer, the orc's words are a little more understandable. "You and your gods are only allowed to live because we permit it! Our warband is many thousands stronger than your own! None of you will survive the slaughter! I refuse to die until I have brought honor to my clan!" The orc seems to be struggling to draw a shortsword from a fallen soldier's scabbard.
Liron walks over and examines the wound. She pulls out her waterskin and runs some water over the soldier's eye to flush it out and keep the wound clean. "Need to keep that clean; if it gets infected you could lose that eye and we need every eye we can get."
She gives the soldier a reaffirming smile and a pat on the shoulder. She turns to her comrades in the front, "Are we ready to move on?"
As Manon and Irma tend to the wounded, two figures can be seen at the entrance to camp, dragging two other figures behind them, one significantly larger than the other. Captain Greensparrow limped past the medical tent, accompanied by Hugs, the dwarven veteran. A few moments pass as the four meet. Greensparrow seems somewhat agitated during the conversation. As he limps back past the medical tent, he can be heard muttering, "He brought back a crocodile. A crocodile! And to top it off, Quinn might have the Bog Flu!" Shortly afterwards, a half-orc man brings in a man who looks like he spent the previous fifteen minutes being dragged through the swamp. "Do you have someplace for him? He's very sick."
Hugs takes a moment to step into the medical tent. "Anyone who is available at the moment is needed for an emergency scouting party assembly. We need information, and fast."
Manon eyes the unconscious crocodile dubiously, still feeling the tooth marks in her leg. She jerks her chin toward one end of the tent, "We'll find someplace to put him. Might have to ask the quartermaster for more tents." When Hugs arrives she says, "I'll go wherever you think I'll be most useful. Most of these folk are stable."
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Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
Wraith guffaws at the last note. "No. No, I imagine they are NOT.", Wraith says as he chuckles. He'll move to place his foot on the swords hilt. "Tsk. Tsk. That's no way for a guest to behave.", Wraith says to Orc in a sarcastic manner. "Let's get Phen or Kenley to doctor up this poor fellow & turn him over to the Captain.", Wraith says to Quoren.
Kenley looks at Wraith and Quoren "You cant be serious? You want me to do what?" A look of astonishment comes over his face as he realizes they are serious. "Well if thats what you really want I will try and save this filth. I guess we will see if its the gods will"
Paren looks at Liron "Thank ye las. I try to make myself as helpful as I can." He then looks around at his new companions. "I am ready to travel when ever you all are."
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War Party C
Phen curses as sweat beads down his face and into his eyes. "I can't seem to dislodge the arrow. Let me try a different approach."He takes out a dagger and opens the wound around the arrow slightly. "Hang on soldier, you will pull through this."He carefully grabs the arrow again, and tries to dislodge it.
Phen curses as sweat beads down his face and into his eyes. "I can't seem to dislodge the arrow. Let me try a different approach."He takes out a dagger and opens the wound around the arrow slightly. "Hang on soldier, you will pull through this."He carefully grabs the arrow again, and tries to dislodge it.
Medicine: 3
(My computer is acting all kinds of weird, the first roll showed an 18, now its a three. It also wont let me add the plus three.)
[Just do a reroll, either in the original post or in a separate one. Don't delete your original roll, just do a strikethrough.]
War Party B
Liron walks up to Paren and gives him a firm pat on the back, "Fine shooting." She looks between the members of the war party and calls out, "Any wounded?"
War Party A
Manon raises an eyebrow and looks at the Aarakocra with slight disbelief. With her large tusks, beady eyes, and square jaw she is well aware that she is not attractive by the standard of most humanoids. (yay negative CHA mod) She's sluggishly bleeding from a large bite mark on her leg and looks completely exhausted.
"Well you're a bit late for protecting. If you want to be helpful, there are wounded that need to be brought to safety."
She becomes lost in thought as she carefully picks up one of her charges and makes her way toward the medical tent. Her brow furrows, not sure if they are going to have room for everyone... And they'll need to separate the sick from the wounded who will be susceptible to disease.
Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
War Party A
Irma casts Cure Wounds on Manon, healing 6.
War Party C
Wraith calls out, "I've got a live one over here. I'm not sure what he's saying; but I'm pretty sure it's not commenting on the fine weather. Phen, Kenley I need one of you before this stupid orc kills itself crawling away."
Wraith, warlock lvl 2 - Eternal War Campaign
Talon, warlock lvl 2 - LMOP
War Party A
"Oh you didn't have to... other people might need it more... " Manon fumbles with her words a bit, realizing she's sounding ungrateful. "I mean ah, thanks."
(OOC - THANKS I was at 1)
Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
War Party C
Quoren catches a few garbled words, effectively carrying the sentiment that everyone in this encampment can go and gorge themselves on their own feces. Coming closer, the orc's words are a little more understandable. "You and your gods are only allowed to live because we permit it! Our warband is many thousands stronger than your own! None of you will survive the slaughter! I refuse to die until I have brought honor to my clan!" The orc seems to be struggling to draw a shortsword from a fallen soldier's scabbard.
War Party B
One soldier raises a hand, with a bloodied eye from where one of the kobold's slings had hit him. Other than that, everyone seems relatively unharmed.
War Party B
Liron walks over and examines the wound. She pulls out her waterskin and runs some water over the soldier's eye to flush it out and keep the wound clean. "Need to keep that clean; if it gets infected you could lose that eye and we need every eye we can get."
She gives the soldier a reaffirming smile and a pat on the shoulder. She turns to her comrades in the front, "Are we ready to move on?"
War Party A
As Manon and Irma tend to the wounded, two figures can be seen at the entrance to camp, dragging two other figures behind them, one significantly larger than the other. Captain Greensparrow limped past the medical tent, accompanied by Hugs, the dwarven veteran. A few moments pass as the four meet. Greensparrow seems somewhat agitated during the conversation. As he limps back past the medical tent, he can be heard muttering, "He brought back a crocodile. A crocodile! And to top it off, Quinn might have the Bog Flu!" Shortly afterwards, a half-orc man brings in a man who looks like he spent the previous fifteen minutes being dragged through the swamp. "Do you have someplace for him? He's very sick."
Hugs takes a moment to step into the medical tent. "Anyone who is available at the moment is needed for an emergency scouting party assembly. We need information, and fast."
Irma and Manon gain 45 XP each!
War Party A
Manon eyes the unconscious crocodile dubiously, still feeling the tooth marks in her leg. She jerks her chin toward one end of the tent, "We'll find someplace to put him. Might have to ask the quartermaster for more tents." When Hugs arrives she says, "I'll go wherever you think I'll be most useful. Most of these folk are stable."
Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
War Party C
Wraith guffaws at the last note. "No. No, I imagine they are NOT.", Wraith says as he chuckles. He'll move to place his foot on the swords hilt. "Tsk. Tsk. That's no way for a guest to behave.", Wraith says to Orc in a sarcastic manner. "Let's get Phen or Kenley to doctor up this poor fellow & turn him over to the Captain.", Wraith says to Quoren.
Wraith, warlock lvl 2 - Eternal War Campaign
Talon, warlock lvl 2 - LMOP
Kenley looks at Wraith and Quoren "You cant be serious? You want me to do what?" A look of astonishment comes over his face as he realizes they are serious. "Well if thats what you really want I will try and save this filth. I guess we will see if its the gods will"
Medicine 18
Talmich Goodstone (2W-1L)Runthiel Steelfist (0W 0L)
War Party B
...
suddenly you are missing your wallet
when you have a crossbow held against your head and you still ask the dwarf if he has any money on him
Amber Lvl 1| Changeling | Blood Hunter
Conner Lvl 1| Human | Ranger
Nattilie Lvl 1| Half-Elf | Druid
Ruby Silverthorn Lvl 1| Halfling | Rogue
Ruby Silverthorn Lvl 5| Halfling | Rogue
Paren looks at Liron "Thank ye las. I try to make myself as helpful as I can." He then looks around at his new companions. "I am ready to travel when ever you all are."
Paren 4th lvl Hunter Ranger (2W-3L) retired
Rothander lvl 3 Fighter
War Party C
Phen curses as sweat beads down his face and into his eyes. "I can't seem to dislodge the arrow. Let me try a different approach." He takes out a dagger and opens the wound around the arrow slightly. "Hang on soldier, you will pull through this." He carefully grabs the arrow again, and tries to dislodge it.
Medicine: 16Medicine: 21
War Party A
Would Irma know the symptoms, effects and contagiousness of Bog Flu? (Medicine check: 18)
[Just do a reroll, either in the original post or in a separate one. Don't delete your original roll, just do a strikethrough.]