OoC: Son of A !

Con save (/w Stout Resilience): 16

(OOC - You can respond as part of this current move) 

As the dart hits Gnarls, his hearty nature and natural resilience stops the poison from effecting him. 

El doesn't stop running but calls out, "It's me, Verim's hurt!"

Sarith lowers his crossbow "JimJar, bring that healing potion outside. Verim is hurt" Seconds later, JimJar appears out of the door holding the red vial of liquid.

Cyndral, Shishakli, Tobias, Group 2, Group 3

Priestess

El, Verim

Giant Spider

Gnarls, Group 1

     Tobias pays no attention to the arrival of the others. Focus singularly on the task. "You're not going to be meeting you goddess on your back, friend. You want to face her on your feet, soldier!"

Medicine 15

As Tobias tries again to help Verim, he presses harder on the wound, stopping the blood flow to the area of the wound. Cyndral passes him a small section of cloth from the dead priestess' robes and Tobias wraps it around Verim's arm to make a makeshift tourniquet. The bleeding has stopped as Verim is stabilized but still Unconscious  

Combat Ended and running the game as normal for now. You each get 110xp 

El stumbles to a halt, "next tower's safe for now, guards are distracted by some big ol bugs." Catching their breath El takes the vial and, a little more carefully, sprints back. When they near the other side of the bridge El slows to a fast-paced walk and looks at the scene beyond out of the side of their eye though trying not to draw attention.

Stealth: 23
(If stealth fails) Deception: 10 in order to appear inconspicuous

Once in range El sends a mental message to Tobias and Cyndral, "nearly there, I've got the health potion."

El looks out on the chaos that is before them. Drow guards are covering their ears whenever the insect type creatures get near them. There are crossbow bolts being fired into the sky, some of them missing their targets, others hitting. A dark feathered creature swoops down and picks up one of the guards in its claws before dropping him over the edge of the cliff before one of the insects drives its long pointed nose into the feathered beast.

There is a peculiar smell of smoke in the area and El looks to see small whisps of smoke begin to disperse around the bottom of an ajar door of one of the smaller towers.

The guards are all too busy to pay too much attention to 'one of their own'

El, an onlooker to the chaotic mess strewn out before them, says poetically "Damn..."

Gnarls will take another crack at the chest

6

After breaking part of the chest on his first attempt, Gnarls tries again and the chest bursts open. Originally seeming empty, on further inspection Gnarls finds that after reaching inside he manages to find. 

Everyones personal gear apart from starting gold. 

A small leather purse contains 24 gp, 30 sp, and a small moonstone

A small spare component pouch

A very ornate sword with dwarven symbols and writing engraved down the blade. 

Shishakli thinks up to the group "There is more equipment here. Come collect what you need." He then takes what of his he hasn't already replaced, as well as pocketing the silver chain headdress set with small onyx stones and a drawstring bag. 

"Uthgar provides. We may escape this yet. I'll start looking up the climbing gear. Grab yer stuff and let's go!  Can anyone read Dwarven? There's coin here too, not that we have anywhere to spend it"

Gnarls grabs his gear, leaving the shortswords behind. Gnarls grabs the sword to inspect later and 2g from the purse to pay JimJar. He darts up and out the tower to take in the chaos outside.

"UTHGAR SAVE US. Whatever...those...are, I want none of it. We best be gone!"

      As Gnarls darts past, Tobias says to him, "Tell everyone to get in here and grab their belongings! We don't have time to ferry everything back and forth." He remains by Verim's side but starts to remove the chainshirts he had thrown over each arm. "Where's that potion?! We're not going anywhere until we can get this one back on his feet!"

As Shishakli picks up the drawstring bag, there is a sound of clinking, glass on glass. Looking inside he sees another 2 vials of red liquid with the same silver flakes. The shrine door opens and Sarith and JimJar have made their way in, following El. They both keep what they’ve managed to salvage but JimJar goes to retrieve a small bit of plain green cloth from the chest. 

Seeing the potions Shishakli runs up, pours one in his injured companion's mouth, and gives the other to Gnarles saying "I think you need this more than I."

As the red liquid drips into Verim’s mouth, it takes a couple of seconds to start working. The open wound begins to close itself, in a way that looks as though the normal healing process of the wound has been sped up and the damage is sealed. Verim has been healed by 8 HP. 

El walks in the door, still in awe or shock, and seeing Shishakli heal Verim with another potion they stand uselessly holding the one they ran to get. "I... Um, sorry" El tries to spur themself back into action, they head down to fetch their gear and return a few minutes later.

OoC: Made some concept art for El https://photos.app.goo.gl/vdpeYCoFmxhMfj9F8

Cyndral hurriedly checks his own bag for the essentials- his spell components, waterskin, rations, and most importantly to him, a small fieldbook full of his scribblings in elvish. He pulls on his vest, tucking the small notebook into an inner breastpocket as he does so and giving it a pat to make sure it's secured before grabbing the dwarven weapon and shield, vaguely remembering someone sayinng they wouldn't be leaving without them. Calling back up the shaft, he attempts to better coordinate their escape via expediation.

"Does anyone have anything down here that they absolutely need? I cannot carry the chest up the ladder, but I can bring a few items here and there. I've already found the dwarven woman's belongings."

As Verim stirs, his eyes open once more, a familiar flicker of yellow and white can be seen emanating from his eyes, the fire burns bright as he takes a large breath. He looks around, sits up slightly.

”To all of you, I am grateful, I should have been stronger in defeating that beast, can you tell me what happened? I saw blackness for the second time in my life but I heard a voice, this voice had a hissing like quality to it. It didn’t sound like the Mystra I’ve given my life in worship, she has been silent.” 

Verim stands up, he hears the conversation of people’s belongings in the chest.

”Would someone be so Kind to hold the ladder during my decent ? I’m a bit out of it at the moment, thank you, we should hurry, if Sheerava has done as instructed then we won’t have long until the drow guards come here for retreat, we should inform the others to make their way here now? Do you know what is down this new trapdoor maybe an escape?

Verim, walks over the the chest, he pulls out his Sickle and his trusty Yklwa’s along with his clothing and other belongings. He leaves his old leather armour inside and remarks.

”Maybe someone else can use it, who ever wants the gold, have it, I owe you all a debt, tenfold.”

Verim derobes from his prisoner clothing, throwing his makeshift turban to the floor. He puts on his robes, a silk lined black robe with a spiral pattern on the outside, a heavy looking belt where he ties his component pouch, placing a further shawl over the top, a deep black in satin, concealing his pouch and a black book with Mystra’s symbol etched on the front. Verim then retrieves his beard bead, a gold and silver bead which is shaped into Mystra’s symbol but distorted and misshaped, looking quite old and probably handmade. He finally prepares to fold and inlay a almost ritualistic approach folding a piece of black and gold cloth, he folds it again until he places it onto his head, making the turban he’s used to. Verim sighs in relief, this is how he should feel, now surrounded with allies and people he can trust, risking lives. These people, he can trust.