"Yes... GUUURGH!!! It... HUUU!!! EUKH!!! ... Does! Mate, what I don't know about hangovers ain't worth... BLEUURGH! knowing... Oh, Gods... and this ain't anything to do with boo -"
He doubles up, tumbling off his chair and falling in a crumpled heap on the galley floor.
"He's looking really pale. Can you help him Kyson?"
Kyson looks at Zstelian with a look of 'huh?'.
"I'm holding his hair back. What else did you want? He's not injured, there is no blood."
Kyson looks down at the elf, then around the room.
Wisdom check
Maybe he self poisoned because he realized he was a pirate. Maybe.
Dargon comes running up deck, leaning over the side to 'relieve' some sea sickness.
"Da open sea doesn't agree with this dwarven stomach." Dargon answers as half his mates look at him as if asking if he is suffering from the same poison as Sekathral.
"Perhaps we should help Sekathral up to the deck and get some fresh air into his lungs?" Silvio suggests.
Sekathral doesn't seem to get any worse after the initial attack, though he remains weak. The rest of the night and the next day passes without incident.
Dinner starts off pleasantly enough but again a minute in, Sekathral suddenly develops a headache and his stomach starts cramping.
2 additional Con damage
"What in the nine f***ing hells is going on?!", demands Sekathral, before attempting to get up from the table and failing pathetically. "I'm going to... to... to strangle that f***ing cook..."
His voice tails off and he slumps against the ship's side, holding onto a bulkhead for support.
Kyson rolls his eyes as Sekathral fakes another injury to get more attention.
Better go check things out...just in case.
Heal Check
If poison is discovered, Kyson will sniff and search Seka's food for the poison.
Perception
As Kyson rushes to help Sekathral, Zstelian detects poison in the elf's food, which is clearly affecting him.
Wisdom Check
Kyson sniffs at the food, but fails to note anything of interest.
Kyson will search/grope Seka for the poison container he's using to poison himself for attention.
Zstelian, you note a scent of almonds coming from his food, which makes you think it's arsenic.
"Poisoned? When? How?" Feeling useless, Khaz will non the less gather with the others around Sekathral.
"Kyson, not now"! Someone get him off me!
Sekathral swats feebly at the cleric's busy hands.
What is wrong with that lad? I know he's *that age*, but still... Maybe he just needs to get out in the fresh air more. Cold showers. Character forming chores - that sort of of thing.
Sekathral, you continue to feel worse as the poison continues to run its course. The elf grows more and more pale, small lesions breaking out on his skin.
-2 more Con; that puts you down -6 total.
Sekathral's eyes roll up into his head and he crashes unconscious to the floor, lips blue and with a strand of bloody drool trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"The galley," Amella exclaims in response to Zstelian's question. "Louly prepared it like she does all the food."
Silvio is about to suggest that perhaps Sekathral should cut down on the alchohol until Zstelian identifies poison as the culprit. The revalation changes everything and the chelaxian starts touting another tune. "To try and poison Silvio's good friend is like trying to poison Silvio himself! Silvio will have a talk with the cook", he says slamming his fist into the table and rising. With a deft leap over the table the sea captain reaches the door within a few strides and is well on his way to the galley.[/b]
Kyson sighs deeply as Seka's convulsions reveal more pain than the elf can bear.
"C'mon, Seka...fight it off. Throw it up!" Kyson tries to help Seka throw up by sticking his fingers down the elf's throat.
Heal Check
Kyson turns and points at...uh...uh...Kyson's eyes flicker from individual to individual, trying to figure out which of the party he can count on to be quick and responsible with this important task.
"Dargon! In my bunk there is an antitoxin! Can you get it!? QUICK!"
Sekathral is not particularly pleased to have Kyson's fingers down his throat, but is too weak to resist. Signs of life appear - he splutters and gags, making a pathetic attempt to make the cleric desist, but only seems to be hanging onto consciousness by a very thin thread indeed
"Right." Dargon says unsure if he knows enough to even grab the correct one.
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"Is this it?" Dargon asks as he props up what he believes Kyson was asking for.
Kyson thinks.
Spellcraft vs DC15 (Zstelian's Detect Poison)
"Silvio! Khaz! Follow Zstelian! Help him find the poison. Remind him to use magic. Look everywhere!"
Kyson looks down at Seka.
Poor pirate. He doesn't have many friends.
"You saved me, I'm going to save you."
"Silvio! Khaz! Follow Zstelian! Help him find the poison. Remind him to use magic. Look everywhere!"
Kyson looks down at Seka.
Poor pirate. He doesn't have many friends.
"You saved me, I'm going to save you."
"Right! Don't worry, Seka. We'll get to the bottom of this." Good gracious! His colors gone all kinds of wrong! Khaz immediately follows Zstelian to search out the source of the poison.
Silvio bursts into the galley and points an accusing finger at the first person he sees. "You! Did you prepare the food that poisoned Silvio's good friend Sekathral?"
The Mwangi woman jumps up from where she was eating her supper in shock as Silvio bursts in ahead of Zstelian and Khazmia.
"What de hell are you talking about?" she asks. "Dis is good food, not poison!"
Dargon remains at Sekathral's side, helping Kyson take care of the elf. In this Dargon's true dwarven heritage, where the dwarves put their sick and dead on pedestals of honor, shows as he does the most menial task without complaint.
Khaz stalks forward, "Look, Missy! We're going to look around, Zstelian's going to do some stuff, and if we find the poison before you tell us where it is..." She pauses, pushing her face up close and jutting her tusks as she enounciates the rest very *very* concisely, "It.WONT.Go.Well. for YOU!"
"What? Dere is no poison here! Look around all you want. Why would I poison anyone?"
Silvio freezes in place with his finger pointed accusingly at Louly as his psyche processes the situation. Caught in the bravado of the moment he had completely forgot that the cook was a woman. The ladies man stands still for a few awkward moments as his inner nature and instincts fights for control. A part of him remembers the reason he stormed into the galley and intends to continue the confrontation. The other is only concerned with that Louly is a woman and works to put a pearly smile on his face and move into a casual stance. "Action" Silvio gains the upperhand and the chelaxian keeps his voice stern and determined. "Zstelian has identified arsenic in the elf's food. You prepared the meal!"
Kyson, youre ministrations don't seem to be doing anything to help Sekathral, who continues to get paler and weaker by the moment.
Zstelian, you see a few very small traces of poison -- likely spilled drops of it -- but no sign of any being stored here.
You think Louly is telling the truth. She seems baffled by your accusations.
"Just Tavey and dat Meravanchi prick's servant. He said 'his highness'," -- the scorn for the nobleman is clear in her voice -- "wanted some extra spice for his dish."
"She doesn't know anything", Zstelian says.
"The food was poisoned here but it's somewhere else..."
"No? Err, sorry then, Miss ahh Miss Louly." The young half orc steps back and pats the cook's shoulder. Zstelian believes her. And he's old. Surely he would be able to tell, wouldn't he?
Ravens tries again to help Sekathral, inducing vomiting like a pro.
From Seka's drinking habits, he's probably a professional vomitter too.
Heal Check
When he finishes with that, he'll help Dargon administer the antipoison.
"Drink this down, Seka...might be the only thing that saves you. Drink it down and keep it down!"
Kyson smooshes Seka's cheeks together in order to create a nice hole in which to pour the liquid.
"Mmmmph! Ooof!"
Furious doesn't even come close to describing Sekathral's feelings at the moment, being manhandled by Nurse Kyson in front of a dwarf, of all people. You get the impression that, if he comes out the other side, somebody is going to suffer a great deal for what he's going through.
Nevertheless, he drinks down the antitoxin, scowling grumpily once he's swallowed it all.
"Now... I want... a proper drink!", he gasps, reaching out feebly for his bottle of Green Man whisky.
Dargon continues assisting Kyson with whatever the priest requires of him.
Heal
"Tis' your own fault for not keeping any meat on 'ur bones." Dargon mumers to Sekathral in jestful tone.
The antitoxin seems to have the desired effect as Sekathral seems to at least stabilize, though the elf still look like he's not far from Pharasma's realm.
Silvio and Khazmia follow Zstelian to their shared quarters, where the two servants are eating their own dinner. Both men look up as the trio enters.
Kyson smiles as a bit of color returns to Seka's cheeks.
"There you go, buddy. C'mon now, breathe...and don't spit out the medicine. C'mon, elf," Kyson gives the elf a stinging slap across the face to induce life.
Heal Check
"I'll guess you'll be praying with me tomorrow, eh, Sekathral? We'll need to ask the Sun for blessings to cure you," Kyson moves his smiling face right in the elf's face.
"It's a good day to be alive, Seka!"
Kyson, you think slapping the near-death patient is not the best way to heal him.