"Are we in the clear now?" Alvara continues to look around, alert and scanning the woods for more goblins.
"I'm no medic, but lemme see if I can clean that up for you," Alvara climbs out of the wagon and steps over to where Eraminus stands. She attempts to cast Prestidigitation to clean the blood from the arrow wound on his shoulder.
(( Not sure if there is a mechanical benefit to this or if I need to make a roll, but seemed like a fitting action.
"Prestidigitation: This spell is a minor magical trick that novice spellcasters use for practice. You create one of the following magical effects within range:
You instantaneously clean or soil an object no larger than 1 cubic foot." ))
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Some of the tension goes out of Flint's body as he sees Eramimus reappear. "Did we get um all?", he asks.
Seeing Eramimus' blood-soaked shoulder, Flint looks conserned and approaches Eramimus and asks "Aye, they got ye good, those wee devils. Do ye want me to take a look?"
[[Here is a medicine check if Eramimus lets Flint look at the wound]]
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Eraminus looks at her, "Thank you, now would be the ideal time to remove it and close up the wound. It seems we are clear of goblins." He gripped the remainder of the shaft and pulled. He then tried to wrap the wound up using some spare cloth.
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Eraminus finishes wrapping up his shoulder before walking over to the two dead horses. He looks to see who their riders were, or if they were still alive.
Looking at the wound, Flint addresses Eraminus“Well, lad. A bit of rest might do ye good, or I could use some magic to clean ye up a bit. I leave the choice up to you.”
As Flint waits for Eraminusto consider, he gives a big smile to Alvara and says “I have never seen a goblin roasted right in front of me. Ye have got some talent, lassie!”
You recognize the horses as the ones Gundren and Sildar. The saddlebags have been looted. Nearby lies an empty leather map case. Signs show two bodies being dragged of into the forest. There is no blood other than that of the horses.
(The reason this is in a spoiler box, is because Eraminus, is trying to figure out what happened to the horses. Unless he tells the others, they have no idea what he sees.)
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Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
Eraminus turns his head back, "I'll take you up on that healing offer. All we've got are two dead horses, same ones that Gundren and Sildar were riding. Drag marks lead that way." He points in the direction of the tracks.
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Alvara's face lights up at Flint's comment. "Thanks! And your warhammer sure did a big number on the other guy," gesturing to the other motionless goblin. She kneels and searches the body of the goblin Flint took down for any clues.
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Flint gives an appreciative nod and big smile to Alvara and then walks to join Eraminus. He says “Thor's gifts are a bit more righteous indignation than healing. So, sorry I cannut do more.” Flint locks eyes on Eraminus’ wound and whispers a quick prayer to Thor in Dwarvish.
[[Flint casts Healing Word on Eraminus for 5 of healing]]
Flint kneels down to look at the horses to try to determine how long ago they died.
"That will keep me on my feet and fighting a bit longer. It'll take some time for the wound to heal properly though. Thank you." He glances at the horses, not paying them much of a mind, "How do you know Gundren?"
Flint is relieved to not see Gundren’s body among the horses, but he is visibly worried at the mention of him. “I know little of him other than his generousity. Gundren, bless his soul, offered me some help when I arrived in Neverwinter. He gave me this job.” Flint looks in the direction of the drag marks that Eraminus pointed out. “If we get him out of this mess, I suspect that we will be even.”
He began to pace, waiting for the others, "Gundren is a good man, employer or not, I'd hate to see any harm come to him." Eraminus glanced over at Alvara and then towards Alaric, patiently waiting him to join us, "I'd imagine they think he has a good supply of gold that they might want."
Alvara joins Flint and Eraminus. "Days?? We have to go find them... I hope they are okay," she says, a look of fear on her face as she imagines the gruesome fates that could have befallen Gundren and Sildar.
(Think he is offline atm) Eraminus nods, "We'd probably still be pinned behind the wagons if not for him." He turns his thoughts back towards Gundren, "They'll probably be close, ideally in a cave or layer where the goblins have set up camp. The goblins wouldn't have been close by otherwise."
(( On her turn: ))
"Are we in the clear now?" Alvara continues to look around, alert and scanning the woods for more goblins.
"I'm no medic, but lemme see if I can clean that up for you," Alvara climbs out of the wagon and steps over to where Eraminus stands. She attempts to cast Prestidigitation to clean the blood from the arrow wound on his shoulder.
(( Not sure if there is a mechanical benefit to this or if I need to make a roll, but seemed like a fitting action.
"Prestidigitation: This spell is a minor magical trick that novice spellcasters use for practice. You create one of the following magical effects within range:
Some of the tension goes out of Flint's body as he sees Eramimus reappear. "Did we get um all?", he asks.
Seeing Eramimus' blood-soaked shoulder, Flint looks conserned and approaches Eramimus and asks "Aye, they got ye good, those wee devils. Do ye want me to take a look?"
[[Here is a medicine check if Eramimus lets Flint look at the wound]]
Medicine Check 13
Eraminus looks at her, "Thank you, now would be the ideal time to remove it and close up the wound. It seems we are clear of goblins." He gripped the remainder of the shaft and pulled. He then tried to wrap the wound up using some spare cloth.
Medicine: 20
(You do clean the blood off. But the spell grants no healing benefits. The arrow came out cleanly, and with little excess blood.)
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
Extended Signature
Eraminus finishes wrapping up his shoulder before walking over to the two dead horses. He looks to see who their riders were, or if they were still alive.
Investigation: 14
Looking at the wound, Flint addresses Eraminus“Well, lad. A bit of rest might do ye good, or I could use some magic to clean ye up a bit. I leave the choice up to you.”
As Flint waits for Eraminusto consider, he gives a big smile to Alvara and says “I have never seen a goblin roasted right in front of me. Ye have got some talent, lassie!”
Eraminus:
You recognize the horses as the ones Gundren and Sildar. The saddlebags have been looted. Nearby lies an empty leather map case. Signs show two bodies being dragged of into the forest. There is no blood other than that of the horses.
(The reason this is in a spoiler box, is because Eraminus, is trying to figure out what happened to the horses. Unless he tells the others, they have no idea what he sees.)
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
Extended Signature
Eraminus turns his head back, "I'll take you up on that healing offer. All we've got are two dead horses, same ones that Gundren and Sildar were riding. Drag marks lead that way." He points in the direction of the tracks.
Alvara's face lights up at Flint's comment. "Thanks! And your warhammer sure did a big number on the other guy," gesturing to the other motionless goblin. She kneels and searches the body of the goblin Flint took down for any clues.
Investigation: 21
Flint gives an appreciative nod and big smile to Alvara and then walks to join Eraminus. He says “Thor's gifts are a bit more righteous indignation than healing. So, sorry I cannut do more.” Flint locks eyes on Eraminus’ wound and whispers a quick prayer to Thor in Dwarvish.
[[Flint casts Healing Word on Eraminus for 5 of healing]]
Flint kneels down to look at the horses to try to determine how long ago they died.
Medicine check: 22
Investigation check: 7
[[I didn’t know which is more appropriate]]
"That will keep me on my feet and fighting a bit longer. It'll take some time for the wound to heal properly though. Thank you." He glances at the horses, not paying them much of a mind, "How do you know Gundren?"
Alvara:
You don't see anything of use on the body.
Flint:
The horses appear to have died a few days ago, and smell horrible.
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
Extended Signature
Flint is relieved to not see Gundren’s body among the horses, but he is visibly worried at the mention of him. “I know little of him other than his generousity. Gundren, bless his soul, offered me some help when I arrived in Neverwinter. He gave me this job.” Flint looks in the direction of the drag marks that Eraminus pointed out. “If we get him out of this mess, I suspect that we will be even.”
"No hints on this guy." Alvara stands up from the goblin.
"If those are Gundren and Sildar's horses..." she looks at the tracks. "...they must've been taken somewhere. Who would want to take ol' Gundren...?"
Suddenly remembering they had four members in their party, "Where's Alaric?"
The smell of the horses hits Flint and he grimaces. "Aye, these animals have been dead a few days"
He began to pace, waiting for the others, "Gundren is a good man, employer or not, I'd hate to see any harm come to him." Eraminus glanced over at Alvara and then towards Alaric, patiently waiting him to join us, "I'd imagine they think he has a good supply of gold that they might want."
Hearing Flint, Alvara's laughs, "Glad I'm not the only one that owes Gundren!"
Alvara joins Flint and Eraminus. "Days?? We have to go find them... I hope they are okay," she says, a look of fear on her face as she imagines the gruesome fates that could have befallen Gundren and Sildar.
To Alvara, Flint calls back “Indeed not, lassie!”
Flint scans the tree line. “Now where is our sneaky fellow. Something tells me he saved me from an arrow in the leg.”
(Think he is offline atm) Eraminus nods, "We'd probably still be pinned behind the wagons if not for him." He turns his thoughts back towards Gundren, "They'll probably be close, ideally in a cave or layer where the goblins have set up camp. The goblins wouldn't have been close by otherwise."