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A quick search of the archer ( I am assuming a detect magic would be thrown in here) reveal 5 stoppered containers of different liquids and the cloak also shows magic. You also note that though not magical the chain shirt, wooden shield scimitar and composite short bow all seem very well made. 89 gold pieces round out the lot.
"I know we don't have much time, but I'm going to take a quick look at those potions. This will be a lot easier if Asmodeus has smiled on us and we have the means to get some of our companions back on their feet."
Are all the monsters actually dead then?
Taedric offers, "I can throw him over Trumps, but that'll prevent me from being an outrider and striker as we get back to safety."
Let's do that Taedric. We need to keep moving so that we can get clear before another attack.
Taedric says, "Done.", and pulls the Half-Orc up over Trumps, slowing his mount.
"Ok, not that we have all of our friends and the kids, let's get back to the dressmaker's house and get everyone out of here."
Aidan casts pass without trace on Trumps, Seneca, and the children.
A smokescreen, perhaps, Seneca? He suggests as the group makes their way off, leaving only a few faint prints in the sopping muck.
I need to go and get the others, I told them I would be back. Kids come inside so that you can yell up to the others.
"I'll stay down here and watch over Harlynn and any others we have to leave down below." Seneca takes a moment to reload his crossbow and shifts Harlynn back onto his shoulders.
Narnel bangs on the door.
I have returned, and we have collected the children from the Inn. Can you come out and make a run for the barricades with all of us. They await within earshot!
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Tanzi calls out, Let's go, the Hell Knights have returned. Elton help me with him.[/c] A moment later Narnel hears something being dragged from the door, the bar being moved from the door, and locks clicking. The door opens in, and as it does he can see gossamyr and golden strands securing the door. These seem to have the strength of spider-web and snap without resistance. Those splintered strands take the shape of fireflies and these blink for moments and then they are gone, though as before if they cease to exist or simply have hidden thier light is not clear.
As the survivors exit Narnel nearly gags on their odor. Tanzi has strong features and a hard look. She is off average height and build and something about her seems familiar, but enough on that for now.
Elton is strong, wiry and has hollow eyes and sunken cheeks. Becca is an older woman whose countenance speaks of horror she never will. Elton and Tanzi carry a blanket with a dead gnome on it. Dead... No he moved, but the stench on him is not of uncleanliness, but of the grave. His eyes are sunken. He clutches a lance to his chest and wears a helmet.
Elton lowers himself quickly and then works at getting the gnome down. Tanzi and Elton help Becca and then Tanzi descends, with a last look at the room that had been prison and salvation for so long.
The gnome stares at Taedric.
Once the spells have been cast, Tanzi looks at Narnel and asks,
Whats the plan?
We move out quickly to the barricade safety, and those of us that can, cover those who cannot.
Droooool
"Let's see if we can get everyone back on their feet with those potions."
-11, out of 24.
Also two cure light wounds with a moderately high spell failure chance.
But if they've got that many curing spells, they probably have some channel energies as well. (Though saving a few of those for the inevitable attack by ghouls won't hurt).
Taedric looks at the pale gnome, and nods grimly. He says, Bhuel chéile, fiú amháin faoi na cúinsí dire. Tá mé beagán ionadh a aimsiú gnome eile anseo, i bhfad níos lú ar rothaí eile."
Taedric waits for a response for a moment, and then turns his head towards Narnel, and asks in a cheery tone, "Are we all going together, then, or would it make more sense to send out a group of our swiftest to try to harry or, better, lead the dead away from those we're bringing back to safety?"
And yes, before you ask, I do realize that would likely be me, but I swore an oath to protect the innoncent..
A fine idea, Taedric, but do not separate yourself too far. I am planning on letting everyone make a run for it whilst I pelt the Ghouls with arrows, going last in retreat.
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After Taedrics brief words, the gnome suddenly decomposes. In the blink of an eye he looks like a corpse dead for 6 months. The smell and sight are terrible.
Elton turns and stares blankly, and Becca turns and wretches. Tanzi tells you, Since he was with us, he never said a word, nor did he eat. Our magic would not heal him and day after day and night after night he lay mute with his eyes open. Who or what was he? She brushes a tear from her cheek.
Taedric whispers in gnomish, "Bhí sé ar dhuine go raibh a bhfuil ar na mionnaí mhionnaigh sé agus ní bheadh lig dul go dtí a rith sé ar a oidhreacht."
He stands up and wipes away a single tear of his own, then shakes himself out of the funk.
Aidan, unaffected by the stench, his expression one of contemplation as he tries to determine what is familiar about this hard-featured girl.
He waves away any offer to help, directing any attention to Pluchak, Elinor and Harlynn; My comrades have aided myself and you with their sacrifice, it is due time they be repaid.
Taedric steps away from the healers, "Let's get as many able to leave under their own power as possible.... I don't need to be healed."
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Sadly the dark and the angle and at this point, just fatigue hamper Narnels shot. What a day this has been and it is not over yet.
Seeing the walking step back from he aid, Becca and Tanzi start to hurriedly examine the fallen. They cast the Cure Serious Wounds on Elinor exclaiming, This one is near dead!. The Cure Moderate Wounds goes to Harlynn and Pluchak receives one of the Cure Light Wounds.
When the kids see these survivors Becca and 'Neeki rush and embrace. Apparently they are aunt and niece.
That puts me at 0 hp. I am still unconscious or what?
Cure Serious:
Elinor lies there, still apparently dead, for a few long seconds then opens one eye which she immediately shuts again. When she opens her eyes she glances around and takes in as much of the scene as she can without moving.
"Knulla."
One hand closes around the hilt of her sword whose wrist loop prevented her losing it in the journey, the other vainly tries to find her shield. She tries to lift her head, winces and leaves it where it is. With her free hand she checks as much of her body as she can for missing pieces and presses it against the wreckage of her breastplate, the steel bent and warped by the force of the zombie's blow.
"My t*ts haven't hurt as much since I had a bairn attached to them!"
She tries again to lift her head and makes a better job of it this time, but is still reluctant to actually stand. She wipes some of the tiger-drool from her helmet.
"That would have been a fine death. If I now trip and impale myself on a fence post I'm coming back to haunt you!"
Welcome back, lady.
Taedric looks up at the tall woman and says, his normally cheerful disposition replaced with a cross one, "Does that mean next time we should leave you to die for glory in the afterlife? That can be arranged, you know. We foolishly sought to save you, thinking you might want to do more good here."
With a smile, Narnel adds,
Naaaah, Taedric, she is just trying to be her normal hard@ss self. We really need to get moving.
Elinor hauls herself to her feet and looks down on Taedric.
"Don't think I'm not glad to still be in the lands of the living; I'll be a long time dead. But, nothing you do in life matters as much as the way you leave it. I suppose I'll have to work on the original plan of 'at the age of ninety-three, in bed with my great-granddaughter's husband'."
She tries to whistle a cheery refrain, but it just comes out a breathy sigh.
"I suppose a tankard of ale is a bit unlikely right now?"
Spell Failure 25% (low = bad):
Whichever of Harlynn and Pluchak is the least conscious gets their brow mopped to the tune of 'Always look on the bright side of life'.
Healing:
How far in time and distance is the perimeter? And is Pluchak walking yet?
Aidan is silent throughout the healing and ensuing conversation, lost in thought. Tkurzhan purrs softly, laying on Elinor's legs. He refuses to move, despite coaxing, licking her face occasionally.
"I'm more of a dog person really. But I'll make sure you get the best fish in Isger when we get out of here, Tkurzhan."