A dwarf walks into the tavern. His plate is splattered with blood. The dwarf collapses into a chair with a grunt.
Vega walks over and claps a massive hand on their back, "Alric, how goes it?"
"Vega. A pleasant surprise. As always." Alric says with a smile. Some of the happy twinkle in his eyes are gone though.
"Are you alright my friend?" He asks
The dwarf sighs and rubs his face. "The Dwarven Mines of Frostmadien have fallen. I barely got out alive."
"I see..." He sighs, "They were good people, I regret not visiting the place more often." After a moment, he looks down at the dwarf, "How did they fall?"
"Goblins and Orcs. My cousin Dain is dead. As are most of my family."
A dwarf walks into the tavern. His plate is splattered with blood. The dwarf collapses into a chair with a grunt.
Oval looks over and quietly creeps over "H-hello?"
The dwarf looks over and smiles. "Oval?!"
They yelp then notice who it is (Because Lawrence forgot). "HIIIIII!"
Alric pulls her into a hug.
Oval nuzzles them "Hi HI HIIIII!!!!"
"How are you little one?! You've grown a lot!"
Wesker nervously steps forward. "You seem injured. Could I help? I'm a doctor, and I don't want anyone to get any blood-borne diseases."
The old dwarf nods. "Only a slight flesh wound."
"Even the slightest wounds can develop unsightly and unsurvivable infections, especially on the battlefield. Most soldiers don't die from combat itself, but from the lingering infections that come from improper medical treatment."
The dwarf lets out a snort. "Right. Well lets have a look Doc."
He works deftly, using simple, nonmagical treatment, including herbs, bandages, and chemicals. "Magical healing is good, but it takes a lot more resources and often isn't completely effective until you are putting incredible amounts of power behind it compared to using simple herbs and bandages. It's often more efficient and useful to just help the body do its own thing."
A dwarf walks into the tavern. His plate is splattered with blood. The dwarf collapses into a chair with a grunt.
Oval looks over and quietly creeps over "H-hello?"
The dwarf looks over and smiles. "Oval?!"
They yelp then notice who it is (Because Lawrence forgot). "HIIIIII!"
Alric pulls her into a hug.
Oval nuzzles them "Hi HI HIIIII!!!!"
"How are you little one?! You've grown a lot!"
Wesker nervously steps forward. "You seem injured. Could I help? I'm a doctor, and I don't want anyone to get any blood-borne diseases."
The old dwarf nods. "Only a slight flesh wound."
"Even the slightest wounds can develop unsightly and unsurvivable infections, especially on the battlefield. Most soldiers don't die from combat itself, but from the lingering infections that come from improper medical treatment."
The dwarf lets out a snort. "Right. Well lets have a look Doc."
He works deftly, using simple, nonmagical treatment, including herbs, bandages, and chemicals. "Magical healing is good, but it takes a lot more resources and often isn't completely effective until you are putting incredible amounts of power behind it compared to using simple herbs and bandages. It's often more efficient and useful to just help the body do its own thing."
A dwarf walks into the tavern. His plate is splattered with blood. The dwarf collapses into a chair with a grunt.
Vega walks over and claps a massive hand on their back, "Alric, how goes it?"
"Vega. A pleasant surprise. As always." Alric says with a smile. Some of the happy twinkle in his eyes are gone though.
"Are you alright my friend?" He asks
The dwarf sighs and rubs his face. "The Dwarven Mines of Frostmadien have fallen. I barely got out alive."
"I see..." He sighs, "They were good people, I regret not visiting the place more often." After a moment, he looks down at the dwarf, "How did they fall?"
"Goblins and Orcs. My cousin Dain is dead. As are most of my family."
"Goblins can be handled.... but orcs are a different breed." He grits his teeth, "Were you able to hold a proper burial?"
A dwarf walks into the tavern. His plate is splattered with blood. The dwarf collapses into a chair with a grunt.
Oval looks over and quietly creeps over "H-hello?"
The dwarf looks over and smiles. "Oval?!"
They yelp then notice who it is (Because Lawrence forgot). "HIIIIII!"
Alric pulls her into a hug.
Oval nuzzles them "Hi HI HIIIII!!!!"
"How are you little one?! You've grown a lot!"
Wesker nervously steps forward. "You seem injured. Could I help? I'm a doctor, and I don't want anyone to get any blood-borne diseases."
The old dwarf nods. "Only a slight flesh wound."
"Even the slightest wounds can develop unsightly and unsurvivable infections, especially on the battlefield. Most soldiers don't die from combat itself, but from the lingering infections that come from improper medical treatment."
The dwarf lets out a snort. "Right. Well lets have a look Doc."
He works deftly, using simple, nonmagical treatment, including herbs, bandages, and chemicals. "Magical healing is good, but it takes a lot more resources and often isn't completely effective until you are putting incredible amounts of power behind it compared to using simple herbs and bandages. It's often more efficient and useful to just help the body do its own thing."
Healing: 15
He finishes up. "All good now."
"Thank you Doctor. Names Alric by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Alric. My name is Wesker Lampkin."
A dwarf walks into the tavern. His plate is splattered with blood. The dwarf collapses into a chair with a grunt.
Vega walks over and claps a massive hand on their back, "Alric, how goes it?"
"Vega. A pleasant surprise. As always." Alric says with a smile. Some of the happy twinkle in his eyes are gone though.
"Are you alright my friend?" He asks
The dwarf sighs and rubs his face. "The Dwarven Mines of Frostmadien have fallen. I barely got out alive."
"I see..." He sighs, "They were good people, I regret not visiting the place more often." After a moment, he looks down at the dwarf, "How did they fall?"
"Goblins and Orcs. My cousin Dain is dead. As are most of my family."
"Goblins can be handled.... but orcs are a different breed." He grits his teeth, "Were you able to hold a proper burial?"
A dwarf walks into the tavern. His plate is splattered with blood. The dwarf collapses into a chair with a grunt.
Oval looks over and quietly creeps over "H-hello?"
The dwarf looks over and smiles. "Oval?!"
They yelp then notice who it is (Because Lawrence forgot). "HIIIIII!"
Alric pulls her into a hug.
Oval nuzzles them "Hi HI HIIIII!!!!"
"How are you little one?! You've grown a lot!"
Wesker nervously steps forward. "You seem injured. Could I help? I'm a doctor, and I don't want anyone to get any blood-borne diseases."
The old dwarf nods. "Only a slight flesh wound."
"Even the slightest wounds can develop unsightly and unsurvivable infections, especially on the battlefield. Most soldiers don't die from combat itself, but from the lingering infections that come from improper medical treatment."
The dwarf lets out a snort. "Right. Well lets have a look Doc."
He works deftly, using simple, nonmagical treatment, including herbs, bandages, and chemicals. "Magical healing is good, but it takes a lot more resources and often isn't completely effective until you are putting incredible amounts of power behind it compared to using simple herbs and bandages. It's often more efficient and useful to just help the body do its own thing."
Healing: 15
He finishes up. "All good now."
"Thank you Doctor. Names Alric by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Alric. My name is Wesker Lampkin."
A dwarf walks into the tavern. His plate is splattered with blood. The dwarf collapses into a chair with a grunt.
Vega walks over and claps a massive hand on their back, "Alric, how goes it?"
"Vega. A pleasant surprise. As always." Alric says with a smile. Some of the happy twinkle in his eyes are gone though.
"Are you alright my friend?" He asks
The dwarf sighs and rubs his face. "The Dwarven Mines of Frostmadien have fallen. I barely got out alive."
"I see..." He sighs, "They were good people, I regret not visiting the place more often." After a moment, he looks down at the dwarf, "How did they fall?"
"Goblins and Orcs. My cousin Dain is dead. As are most of my family."
"Goblins can be handled.... but orcs are a different breed." He grits his teeth, "Were you able to hold a proper burial?"
"No proper burial. No time...."
Vega lets out an angry sigh, "I'm sorry for your loss...."
A dwarf walks into the tavern. His plate is splattered with blood. The dwarf collapses into a chair with a grunt.
Vega walks over and claps a massive hand on their back, "Alric, how goes it?"
"Vega. A pleasant surprise. As always." Alric says with a smile. Some of the happy twinkle in his eyes are gone though.
"Are you alright my friend?" He asks
The dwarf sighs and rubs his face. "The Dwarven Mines of Frostmadien have fallen. I barely got out alive."
"I see..." He sighs, "They were good people, I regret not visiting the place more often." After a moment, he looks down at the dwarf, "How did they fall?"
"Goblins and Orcs. My cousin Dain is dead. As are most of my family."
"Goblins can be handled.... but orcs are a different breed." He grits his teeth, "Were you able to hold a proper burial?"
"No proper burial. No time...."
Vega lets out an angry sigh, "I'm sorry for your loss...."
A dwarf walks into the tavern. His plate is splattered with blood. The dwarf collapses into a chair with a grunt.
Oval looks over and quietly creeps over "H-hello?"
The dwarf looks over and smiles. "Oval?!"
They yelp then notice who it is (Because Lawrence forgot). "HIIIIII!"
Alric pulls her into a hug.
Oval nuzzles them "Hi HI HIIIII!!!!"
"How are you little one?! You've grown a lot!"
Wesker nervously steps forward. "You seem injured. Could I help? I'm a doctor, and I don't want anyone to get any blood-borne diseases."
The old dwarf nods. "Only a slight flesh wound."
"Even the slightest wounds can develop unsightly and unsurvivable infections, especially on the battlefield. Most soldiers don't die from combat itself, but from the lingering infections that come from improper medical treatment."
The dwarf lets out a snort. "Right. Well lets have a look Doc."
He works deftly, using simple, nonmagical treatment, including herbs, bandages, and chemicals. "Magical healing is good, but it takes a lot more resources and often isn't completely effective until you are putting incredible amounts of power behind it compared to using simple herbs and bandages. It's often more efficient and useful to just help the body do its own thing."
Healing: 15
He finishes up. "All good now."
"Thank you Doctor. Names Alric by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Alric. My name is Wesker Lampkin."
"Pleasure."
"Now, you may be wondering why I was so insistent about disease. You see, I work in bio-warfare. I've spent my life studying pathogens, and am justly terrified of them. I've even learned how to make powerful viruses myself."
A dwarf walks into the tavern. His plate is splattered with blood. The dwarf collapses into a chair with a grunt.
Vega walks over and claps a massive hand on their back, "Alric, how goes it?"
"Vega. A pleasant surprise. As always." Alric says with a smile. Some of the happy twinkle in his eyes are gone though.
"Are you alright my friend?" He asks
The dwarf sighs and rubs his face. "The Dwarven Mines of Frostmadien have fallen. I barely got out alive."
"I see..." He sighs, "They were good people, I regret not visiting the place more often." After a moment, he looks down at the dwarf, "How did they fall?"
"Goblins and Orcs. My cousin Dain is dead. As are most of my family."
"Goblins can be handled.... but orcs are a different breed." He grits his teeth, "Were you able to hold a proper burial?"
"No proper burial. No time...."
Vega lets out an angry sigh, "I'm sorry for your loss...."
"Its alright..."
He shakes his head, "Its not. Say the word, and i'll go.... remove.... those creatures from your home."
A dwarf walks into the tavern. His plate is splattered with blood. The dwarf collapses into a chair with a grunt.
Oval looks over and quietly creeps over "H-hello?"
The dwarf looks over and smiles. "Oval?!"
They yelp then notice who it is (Because Lawrence forgot). "HIIIIII!"
Alric pulls her into a hug.
Oval nuzzles them "Hi HI HIIIII!!!!"
"How are you little one?! You've grown a lot!"
Wesker nervously steps forward. "You seem injured. Could I help? I'm a doctor, and I don't want anyone to get any blood-borne diseases."
The old dwarf nods. "Only a slight flesh wound."
"Even the slightest wounds can develop unsightly and unsurvivable infections, especially on the battlefield. Most soldiers don't die from combat itself, but from the lingering infections that come from improper medical treatment."
The dwarf lets out a snort. "Right. Well lets have a look Doc."
He works deftly, using simple, nonmagical treatment, including herbs, bandages, and chemicals. "Magical healing is good, but it takes a lot more resources and often isn't completely effective until you are putting incredible amounts of power behind it compared to using simple herbs and bandages. It's often more efficient and useful to just help the body do its own thing."
Healing: 15
He finishes up. "All good now."
"Thank you Doctor. Names Alric by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Alric. My name is Wesker Lampkin."
"Pleasure."
"Now, you may be wondering why I was so insistent about disease. You see, I work in bio-warfare. I've spent my life studying pathogens, and am justly terrified of them. I've even learned how to make powerful viruses myself."
A dwarf walks into the tavern. His plate is splattered with blood. The dwarf collapses into a chair with a grunt.
Oval looks over and quietly creeps over "H-hello?"
The dwarf looks over and smiles. "Oval?!"
They yelp then notice who it is (Because Lawrence forgot). "HIIIIII!"
Alric pulls her into a hug.
Oval nuzzles them "Hi HI HIIIII!!!!"
"How are you little one?! You've grown a lot!"
Wesker nervously steps forward. "You seem injured. Could I help? I'm a doctor, and I don't want anyone to get any blood-borne diseases."
The old dwarf nods. "Only a slight flesh wound."
"Even the slightest wounds can develop unsightly and unsurvivable infections, especially on the battlefield. Most soldiers don't die from combat itself, but from the lingering infections that come from improper medical treatment."
The dwarf lets out a snort. "Right. Well lets have a look Doc."
He works deftly, using simple, nonmagical treatment, including herbs, bandages, and chemicals. "Magical healing is good, but it takes a lot more resources and often isn't completely effective until you are putting incredible amounts of power behind it compared to using simple herbs and bandages. It's often more efficient and useful to just help the body do its own thing."
Healing: 15
He finishes up. "All good now."
"Thank you Doctor. Names Alric by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Alric. My name is Wesker Lampkin."
"Pleasure."
"Now, you may be wondering why I was so insistent about disease. You see, I work in bio-warfare. I've spent my life studying pathogens, and am justly terrified of them. I've even learned how to make powerful viruses myself."
Alric nods politley
"Anyway, I overheard about your orc problem." He takes a canister off his bandolier. "The Exteriminatus Pathogen. Very potent, and very controlled. Put a bit of orc blood into the compartment and you will have a functioning biological weapon. It will work quickly, but the stronger orcs will have to be defeated by hand."
A canister can be thrown up to 60ft, and infects the closest three targets of the chosen species to the canister. Those creatures must make a DC 18 Con save or take 10d6 necrotic and 10d6 poison damage, half on a success. If a creature dies from this infection, the virus infects another creature within 60ft of the body as though they were affected by it initially. If a creature doesn't die from it, they are immediately cured.
(this is a reflavored spell scroll)
"I've seen this used to wipe out entire armies in seconds. It's up on the level of a Meteor Swarm spell, but more selective. I don't need it, so I thought you might enjoy it more."
Adder is drinking heavily at the bar. He looks a bit down, like something is messing with him.
Xan is outside. He is sitting in a tree while humming, a lit cigarette hanging out of his lips. He is sharpening his "why do nails with a nail file.
<uhhhhhhhhh open for now>
Galax walks up to adder "whats wrong?"
*Y'know what. I feel like bringing him back in*
a thin, pearly white kobold walks in. They wear rogue-like clothing made of deep brown leathers, pale orange cloth. He carries two daggers on his thigh-sheathes and a pistol on his waits. His long white tail flicks in the air quietly as he walks up to the bar and orders sashimi.
"Goblins and Orcs. My cousin Dain is dead. As are most of my family."
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He works deftly, using simple, nonmagical treatment, including herbs, bandages, and chemicals. "Magical healing is good, but it takes a lot more resources and often isn't completely effective until you are putting incredible amounts of power behind it compared to using simple herbs and bandages. It's often more efficient and useful to just help the body do its own thing."
Healing: 10
He finishes up. "All good now."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Thank you Doctor. Names Alric by the way."
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"Goblins can be handled.... but orcs are a different breed." He grits his teeth, "Were you able to hold a proper burial?"
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"Nice to meet you, Alric. My name is Wesker Lampkin."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"No proper burial. No time...."
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"Pleasure."
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Vega lets out an angry sigh, "I'm sorry for your loss...."
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"Its alright..."
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"Now, you may be wondering why I was so insistent about disease. You see, I work in bio-warfare. I've spent my life studying pathogens, and am justly terrified of them. I've even learned how to make powerful viruses myself."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He shakes his head, "Its not. Say the word, and i'll go.... remove.... those creatures from your home."
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Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
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Alric nods politley
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Anyway, I overheard about your orc problem." He takes a canister off his bandolier. "The Exteriminatus Pathogen. Very potent, and very controlled. Put a bit of orc blood into the compartment and you will have a functioning biological weapon. It will work quickly, but the stronger orcs will have to be defeated by hand."
A canister can be thrown up to 60ft, and infects the closest three targets of the chosen species to the canister. Those creatures must make a DC 18 Con save or take 10d6 necrotic and 10d6 poison damage, half on a success. If a creature dies from this infection, the virus infects another creature within 60ft of the body as though they were affected by it initially. If a creature doesn't die from it, they are immediately cured.
(this is a reflavored spell scroll)
"I've seen this used to wipe out entire armies in seconds. It's up on the level of a Meteor Swarm spell, but more selective. I don't need it, so I thought you might enjoy it more."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*And now its super slow and everyones gone....*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Snail*
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"Why do you say that"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Snail time*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Sneil
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Sieln*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
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*SO, who's characters are active*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND