Male Human Cleric of Asmodeus (Evangelist) 3 AC 19/17/13 / HP 24 / F +6 R +4 W +8 / Init. +2 / Perc. +4)
Chuckling to himself Marcoul holds forth his inverted pentagram. In the larger cities one would have been required to swear fealty to the Dark Lord before receiving his blessing. Marcoul in truth had always found that a rather droll idea. It is better when the first blessing is free. The evangelist thought himself. Let them come to depend upon it, to need it. Then let them earn it. Yes, that was a far superior method then those ham handed hacks did. True conversion was a single step at a time. The path was slower, but it yielded far better results.
Walking up to Avian, Maroul rested a hand on the wounded Tengu's shoulder. [b]Let me see if I might be of use. The noble intoned a small smile upon his face.
Channel Energy (positive):1d6 ⇒ 1 Channel Energy (positive):1d6 ⇒ 3 Channel Energy (positive):1d6 ⇒ 4 Channel Energy (positive):1d6 ⇒ 3 Channel Energy (positive):1d6 ⇒ 6
M Tengu Gunslinger (Pistolero) 3 / HP 20/22, NLD 0, Grit 1/4, AC 17, Touch 15, Flat 12, F +2, R +7, W +5 / Init +6 (+4 if no grit left), Perc +13, low-light vision
Avian sighs in relief as Vors' and Marcoul's healing energies knit the wound in his chest back together. He removes his hand gingerly, but no need; it doesn't hurt at all. The wound has scabbed over and shrunk to a mere superficial scrape which should heal completely in a night or two of rest.
Thanks, my friends. he gasps, wiping the blood from his arm and chest with a spare bit of cloth in his backpack. After composing himself, he looks around the room for anything of interest.
He also thanks Marcoul for his nondemanding share of positive energy, though as with the other healings, he felt quite Adequate in treating the wounds himself with the right medical equipment.
To Avian, "I shall be honest with you, friend, I think your eyes are more liable to find anything of interest than mine. The haze in this room is a little too much to look at."
Male Human Summoner 3 (Pavro HP 25/25; AC 18/12/16; F +2 R +3, W +2, Init +2, Perception -1) (Aressa HP 24/24; AC 22/12/20; F +4 R +5, W +0; Init +2; Perception +6)
Pavro nods grimly in thanks to the vanished earth elemental and exhales,
"Well that little oik was tougher than expected. I'd best get Aressa back and see what that spell caster did to her..."
He takes the minutes needed to resummon the eidolon, who is no longer laughing, but swishing her tail and scowling furiously. She surveys the scene as Pavro mentally fills her in and can be heard muttering, "Not funny, grrr."
"What do we do with the gecko thing, it seems harmless enough? Anyone want a pet?" Pavro asks, eying the creature dubiously.