The Exploits of Misfit Company

Bixby(25),Obsidian(22),Vastra(17),Yvan(16),Stella(14),Aryn(14),Kasha(13),Alys(12)CorruptedAnubis3(10)(179),Hoodini(8),CorruptedAnubis2(5)(145)

Wisdom:4 minus3

Vastra fires six more magic missiles 25

The last Anubis is destroyed! Combat over.

Stella lowers her blades wearily. She glances at Bix, and decides to just bite the bullet and head over. The rogue tucks her hair behind her ear as she approaches the changeling. "I...just wanted to say that I know I've been kind of a jerk to you lately. Ignoring you. And you don't really deserve it. Whatever's going on with you, you clearly still have the team's best interests at heart. So, I'm sorry about that." She nods at him, giving him an apologetic smile.

If the changeling doesn't reply, Stella heads over to check on Obsidian and Kashasaurus, wiping her blades clean as she does so.

Seeing her approach, Bixby regarded Stella with an analytical look, and body tense despite every effort to hide it. Though after hearing her piece, he raised a brow, and then glanced past her at Yvan with a brief but questioning look. "Going on with me?" He asked, looking back to Stella. "Hmn... In any event,  Apologies unnecessary. As your silence in my regard did not affect the rest of the companies performance, it was never an issue. As for having the team's best interest in heart, that has never changed. But if doubt had been incidentally nurtured regarding past events, I understand, and will endeavor to avoid further confusion while I remain with the company."

Kasha noisily devoured any dog people left loudly and hungrily, ripping them, shredding them, holding one down so she could chew another one in her mouth, bones crunching. If Stella approached her, she would slowly stop chewing and stare at her defensively with a massive bright green eye, like a dog or cat protecting a meal, but otherwise make no aggressive actions. With a loud snort, she watched Stella carefully. Her cretaceous mind said: This one is a friend. Do not eat this one. Protect. Defend with your life unquestionably always. Getting close to food. To fresh kill. Mine. Snort.

She snorted, lowering further her head to Stellas eye level.

Yvan ends his rage with a breath after seeing the final enemy fall to both Alys and Vastra's combined attacks, letting the pain he had been enduring hit him full force now. A quiet hiss escapes him, but he does his best to push it back to stow away his sword and roll his shoulders. "... I don't suppose we could rest here for an hour or so?" He questions, lightly kicking one of the limbs of the now destroyed Anubis that Kasha had been busy devouring. His gaze goes from that to Bixby after feeling his eyes on him, whos questioning look receives only a one shouldered shrug from the goliath.

With that he brings his eyes down upon the Anubis that had been turned into a slug due to Vasta's magics. He picks it up and lets it hang around on his fingers and palm for a bit before asking, "... Vastra, can I keep this one?"

Stella shrugs in response to Bixby's queries. "Maybe it was all an overreaction on my part, then. It wouldn't be the first time." She manages a slight, self-deprecating smile before heading over to Kasha.

Once there, Stella makes sure not to get too close to Kasha's meal. She raises her hands. "Don't worry, Kasha, not stealing your food. Just wanted to check up on you post-fight."

"I suppose that if we kill Garabad, you can have the Anubis."

Not taking food. Dont eat this one. This one kind. Owner of cat pilot. Friend. Lower head for pets. Nuzzle. Eat more. Finish meal. Hungry.

Stella smiles and gives Kasha some pets.

After receiving the pets, Kashasaurus snorted in affection and began to continue her meal, making sure there was nothing left of the dog people that were trying to kill her teammates and Bixby just minutes ago. With loud gulping and chewing, soon, there was nothing left but a small slug on Yvan's hand. Peering at it with her terrible vision, Kashasaurus began to drool profusely, wanting to eat it, but Obsidian reeled her in, remembering the spell and Yvan's stupid request. Kashasaurus protested for a moment, grunting, and getting agitated, but Obsidian stood his ground and held her back. Kashasaurus obeyed. For now.

Wand: 7 It doesn’t spontaneously combust!
Recharge: 5

Alys would let out a held in breath. She’d stand in silence as her eyes would follow the members of the group, accompanied by a soft smile on her face as she’d watch the interactions. They were hurt, but they were okay. From her quick visual assessments Yvan required the most mending and rest, though Stella, Vastra and Kasha all suffered varying degrees of wounds themselves.

Taking some morsels of meat from her pouch, she’d move to offer Aryn some snacks, thanking their dragonling and giving her praise for a battle well faught. The elf would tentatively move in closer to the group, waiting for the conversations to conclude and Kasha’s meal continued before interrupting.

”I’d like to treat some of your wounds before we rest... if that’s okay.” Alys would offer a soft smile. She’d look to Yvan and his new pet slug, wondering if it was going to be a new addition to their garden. She’d take out the healers kit that the pair restocked before leaving to come here. The wizard would offer to begin tending wounds before allowing everyone to settle in to a proper short rest. She knew their Goliath was tired, so she wouldn’t try to force any lessons on him. She’d simply walk through what she was doing and what methods she was using in order to clean and disinfect everyone’s wounds. If Yvan desired to try, she would offer him to help tend to her wounds. Should Kashasaurus allow it, Alys would approach to inspect her wounds, tending to them with a gentle touch. She would even offer the dino a handful of ‘Aryn treats’ for letting her care for her sores and to wash the dog meat down with.

Healing kit use on:

Stella: 5 + 1 hit die
Vastra: 6 + 1 hit die
Yvan: 7 + 1 hit die
Kasha: 7 + 1 hit die 
Alys: 5 + 1 hit die

(B didn’t get hurt right?)

2

"Thank you Alys."

22

SR: 19

 Bixby had simply nodded in turn to Stella; but, soon after she left, a troubled looked crosses his face. But only for a moment, and following Yvan's question to the group, he shook his head, dismissing unspoken thoughts far from mind. "I-..." He started to say in hardly above a whisper. Seeing the state of the others however, he clammed up rather quick and instead look to finding a space or corner he might keep watch on the overal room and at least two adjoining passageways for any sign of approaching danger.

Though he would say nothing in regards to the transformed guardian during the rest. At its end however, he kept a close eye on whoever possessed it, and stayed loosely poised to cast a destructive cantrip upon it at a moment's notice.

Yvan seemed pleased with Vastra's answer, though he kind of wanted to keep the Anubis as a slug (however that probably wasn't possible for them yet). Even if they already had numerous slugs back at home in their garden, this one was just a tiny bit special. When Alys had gone around tending to everyone's wounds, he ensures that the others are cared to prior to himself, and when the wizard offered him to help care for her wounds, he accepts, albeit a bit hesitantly.

He is careful when handling her belongings and tries his best to dress and clean her wounds with all the teachings that she had been giving him during their journey. When it looked to be done, he looks to her, uncertain. "How was that...? Do you feel better now?"

SR: 28

Alys would plop down for her rest. She'd smile encouragingly as Yvan would tend to her wounds. "Sometimes healing is better one time than others." Her eyes would follow through her mending jobs. She realized she progressively got worse as she went. Clearly she didn't know much about dino anatomy. Alys would jut her chin out to point it out, chuckling a little in humility for the poor job she did on Kasha. She deserved better. "Sometimes we're not perfect. But it can be better than nothing..."

The elf would look to his work and then back at him to respond. "Perfect." Her smile would widen to present her dimple.

SR: She actually doesn't even need to roll anything. She good after B and healing kit.

Another one close. Near food. Getting closer. Why. Why always when eating. Stare. Snort. Oh. This one also kind. Friend. Not food. Touching. Pain slightly go away. This one will protect too. Snort to show appre..appretic..aprieci...show thanks. Take treat. Dont eat her hand.

Meal finished. Sniff air. Look around. Still hungry. 

Vastra walks up to the Kashasaurus with some fish, a potion, and some flashcards. She uses her Mage Hand to feed Kasha the fish and the potion 16 while showing her the pictures on the flashcards. 

The first one is a crudely drawn image of a woman in blue, floating in the air shooting fireballs and lightning bolts. "This is me, Vastra. Friend. Do Not Eat."

The second one is a crudely drawn image of a blonde woman with glasses and an owl, smoking from a pipe. "This is Alys. Friend. Do Not Eat."

The third one is a crudely drawn image of a silver haired woman with a dagger and a rapier. "This is Stella. Friend. Do Not Eat." 

The fourth one is a crudely drawn image of a large man surrounded by happy little trees and his slug friend. "This is Yvan. Friend. Do Not Eat."

The fifth one is of a man playing an instrument and fiddling with a cube. "This is Bixby. I don't think that you consider him to be too much of a friend, but you still can't eat him."

Having rested, you go up the stairs, ready to face whatever's next. As you ascend, you hear chanting coming from up above you. It gets progressively louder and you hurry, trying to get closer to the source. It's in a harsh-sounding language that you can't understand. You arrive at the top floor and find a group of figures in dark red robes chanting while sand swirls about them vigorously. The sand continues to swirl until it coalesces in the middle of the room, forming the shape of a preserved humanoid corpse that's been carefully wrapped up in bandages.  

The chanting stops and the figures kneel before the newly formed undead lord. As the sand clears, you also see five dark skinned humanoids dangling upside down, gagged, with looks of terror on their face. Two of them are an older married couple, two of them are middle aged males, and one is a middle aged female. You presume this to be the family of Faras Avdol.

"I had not planned on outsiders breaking in, trying to interrupt my glorious return." Garabad says, stretching his undead limbs. "But I suppose that it would not hurt to warm up before I re-conquer this country."

Garabad:7
Khalum:8
Zhagar:12
Imone:20
Dakar:15
Malum:22
Vastra:23
Aryn: 9

12|4

"Dammit, he's already out," Stella grumbles, drawing her blades again.

Stellanit: 14

Cat pilot: 4

"I was concerned as much.. but the rest was necessary. Just as /his/ is most necessary." Bixby admits, tightening the strap of his shield one last time in preparation for trouble.

Bixby Initiative: 25.

Pre-Cast (5th level)False Life on self, gaining 33 Temp HP.