Tarvinda, gingerly gets up from the floor, moaning from the aches and injuries as she does. "What happened? Something hit me!!"
"I'm guessing a fight that didn't go your way, my dear paladin. You need to settle down or you will reopen your wounds. I think we should rest up cause that doesn't sound good whatever it is." He pauses a moment trying to figure out whats making that howl.
He whispers, "I think I can heal them if I could just meditate for a bit."
"Guys, I think there's someone still alive in here. I think that's where the howling is coming from, as strange as that sounds.
Tarvinda looks concerned, "Well if its someone howling in pain, we should at least go rescue them. To be stuck here in the dark alone, would be unbearable, particuarly with the deadly creatures down here." Tarvinda tries to move on, but her injuries make any progress towards the noise dreadfully slow and painful. "I don't know if I can go on like this, the pain!!!"
Save your strength, my brave friend.
Let me *gulp* crawl ahead and get a looks'y look first.
If you see me running away on quick feet. Follow!
Feeding off the courage of those around him, Andwell goes into stealth mode and moves forward to sneak-a-peak ant the mysterious moaner.
Stealth
Perception (if needed)
"I don't think we should go openning doors until we know the room is secure and prepared for anything when we do open a door."
Agreed. Hey Andwell, get back here. I know it's strange to leave a person in pain to their own devices for a while, but if we get hurt before we can get to them, then nobody is better off, except maybe anything else that might reside in here."
As the others move about freely, Tarvinda struggles to move at all, eventually finding a wall to sit down and lean against. This she does and lets out a huge sigh, her eyes close and she mouths a prayer. The words on her lips get slower and slower, as her head nods forward in sleep. The sound of her deep breathing can be heard in the absolute stillness of the cavern, but only by those being still and listening intently.
Xeros stays by Tarvinda, and keeps an eye on her while the little halfing explores a little further. "Keep still, if you excert yourself in this condition it will make us wait longer hehe." He gives the warrior a friendly smile. He then pours some of his wine into his silver tankard and swirles it around just thinking, seemingly he starts to loose himself in thought about his new connection to the drunken god.
Andwell stops in his tracks as he hears the words of Neculai and the others.
Yes yes, return I must. Rest we need.
But then his insatiable Halfling curiosity and rogue nature kick in.
I should take back one of these satchels and brooms to examine further. Yes yes!
but then again . . .
They could trigger a trap. That would be bad
ARRRRGGGGG
Will save on self to leave the room untouched
DC 10 (50/50)
Andwell silently backs out of the room, leaving everything undisturbed, and returns the door to it's previous position.
Your correct Neculai. That choice was obvious and easy to make. pause Anyone got an extra snack?
Good breakfast everyo, eer, good morning everyone. Offers a a bright eyed and rested Andwell.
Would anyone object to me sparking up a small cook fire. Just a tiny one, mind you.
I can boil up some ground java beens. Rise some fluffy biscuits and sizzle a rack of bacon. Mmm nummy nummy nummy.
After all. Early breakfast is the most important of the day. It's what gives us strength to make it until mid-morning breakfast after all.
Andwell makes snacking noises as he dutifully begins preparing for the mornings repast.
We should deal with the bodies in here, and find out who they were?
Xeros stares in awe at the wine bottle in his hands, still shocked that he was accepted fully by his god. The halfling shouts about breakfast stir him out of his thoughts, "Breakfast sounds good Mr. Tactfoot, and with so many still injured maybe a blessing for the drunken merc will wake us all up." With that the tiefling rings his silver tankard unleashing a wave or two of positive energy.
Aye. To the Accidental God himself, may he grant us luck.
Oh my, Mr. Xeros. I now feel so . . invigorated. Heavens yes, my oh my. Very nice indeed.
In fact, I feel I shall throw on an few extra vittles to feed this energy.
The comforting aroma of hardy halfling comfort food should be melting away the dank ruins and ushering in feelings of a cosy mountain side inn.
Break-fast and hearty my friends. The grinning halfling murmurs through a mouth full of biscuit, gesturing for all to partake of the spread.
Tarvinda, sore and battered starts to move more freely in the morning. as she watches the tiefling ring his tankard, feeling a warmth penetrate her aching bones. "Thank you Xeros and your drunken friend." As she feels her wounds, they start to close up as she asks for help from Iomedae, she feels a new a new power grow in side her.
She joins Andwell, a healthy appetite to consume food for the day, the fuel of adventuring. "You don't know how much I need this." as she munches into so crusty bread.
Thanks Andwell, this looks delicious. Neculai eats his fair share of food, hungry even with the circumstances.
"Yes thank you Andwell, it's better then trail rations. You find anything on those two Etna?" The Tiefling relaxes and enjoys this breif bit of peace before they venture further within the tomb.
"Well, I found something rare to find,"
she pauses for a few moments
"two pillows."
"Who brings pillows to a crypt? Is there anything hidden on them." Holding his newly acquired pendent he says a prayer and looks on to the two bodies to see if the possess any magic or poison on them or the pillows.
Then he looks over the bodies again, to see if he could find out what killed them.
"We should get the bodies out of here and have them buried along with the ones outside, or it'll attract predatory animals."
Seeing Etna enjoying the aroma's of his cooking, Andwell grins a proud wide smile.
Oh yes. My cooking has been known to draw folks in up to half a mile away.
After a moments reflection on his words, his grim turns upside down and he starts to kick out the fire.
Hurry, hurry! Time to move along. Yes yes. Go go go.
Tarvinda too looks down at the bodies, hoping to see how long they have lain their and what it might have been to cause their demise.
Tarvinda looks up from the bodies and the wounds that Pia took from the same foe. "It seems Pia" she starts, a little confused by the lack of burns on Pia, "that somehow you managed to resist the burning touch of that skeleton, unlike these poor people." Unsure of herself, a quiver, questioning her eyes, she says, "Surely, how did you not burn, it did still try and use its fiery claws on you?"
Her face a mass of confusion waits for the woman to answer.
As Tarvinda questions Etna about the burns, the tiefling confirms that she is like him and not like Felix. Xeros gives Etna a knowing glance, "How are your wounds doing? I hope there healed enough cause I need help moving these bodies out."
I'll give ya a hand there, Xeros.