After a gentle tap from the Shoanti, all traces of injury fade from Bofur's externals.
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Bofur moves a little further back in the group while drawing out a potion of cure light wounds and drinks it.
Already, heavily damaged, Bofur unwillingly lets out a grunt.
Bofur moves up and fires at the (blue) one to the west, hoping to shut off its light quickly.
With his crossbow in hand, Bofur lets them pass and blends into the shadows to protect their backs.
Stealth:
Keeping his voice down, Bofur points out the various tracks. "We got a number of scalies congregatin' here. See the reptilian tail tracks? Add to that another elf. That's probably the one Kwava's lookin' for. And this here's Saul's old tracks. We ken forget them. All the tracks seem to head up to the north and around the bend. Kwava, anythin' more ye ken tell us about ye're quarry?"
Bofur spends some time searching the bottom of the pool for the left behinds of other unfortunate victims.
At Thaddeus' prompting, he examines the ground - stone, packed earth, sand? - for trails and tries to identify and track any he finds.
All those hours practicing trying to hit a moving target are paying off. Bofur loads another bolt and confidently trains the head on the remaining eel, waiting for his opportunity.
Unless someone else would like to claim it, assume it's in Bofur's loot.
Bofur (who has an initiative modifier of +5) has waited at the top of the shaft to provide cover to his fellows (see post on previous page). He knows that shooting into the water is an exercise in futility, so he crouches in the shadow and readies an action to fire at the next one to come to the surface.
That's odd. I thought I posted the same thing, Thaddeus. But thanks for clearing it up. I'll gladly take a potion, as I have no other healing options now. And I'll hold onto the poisons.
We can sell the mwk battleaxe as well. That's 310gp. Outside of the two potions (which he may end up administering to us anyway), we didn't give Kwava a cut. If we set aside the previous NPC cut, that leaves 125.5gp. Let's make this easy and each take 20gp more and give the remaining 25.5gp to Kwava, who is an NPC with PC class levels. Any objections?
Before setting off, Bofur caresses the necklace and seems reluctant to relinquish it, but the argument to sell it is valid and he hands it over. He admires the battleaxe, which is well-made but does not speak to him.
After a moment to adjust, Bofur sees quite well down here. At the top of the pit, he takes a position to provide cover to the others as they descend, bringing up the rear. He stays outside the ring of light cast by the others' spells, torches, lanterns or other sources to provide better opportunities for stealth.
Bofur would like to take at least one of the vials of godlike unconsciousness. He also picks up another case of crossbow bolts and sharpens his brother's axe on a whetstone.
I'd let Variel have the leather armor and Bofur will claim the necklace, provided it isn't too girly. Spiderbeard, Variel attempted to identify the black vials in a post above. 22 Perception. As did Bofur, Knowledge (nature) 15 I think.
Bofur's eyes widen as he is literally engulfed by the larger man's embrace. "Uh-. Happy to help?" comes his muffled voice from within, his hairy hands patting the warrior comfortingly.
I'll give you a topic: Natural magical cures are so much more interesting that potions.
Bofur spends a few moments checking out the jewelry. He enjoys the feel of the worked silver and platinum in his hands and the others might catch a glimpse of him smelling the metal. The material seems to interest him as much as the craftmanship.
"First, it wouldn't break my heart if we decided not to sell this lovely piece." he says, caressing the necklace. [b]"What's the deal on this group's ability to see in dark tunnels? Should I plan to scout some? And does anyone recognize that stench? Be nice to know what we're about to face for a change."
"On the way here I was thinking that Fiona's song would give Twitches more of a fighting chance against the poison and the disease."
Seeming to recall that belladonna is best picked at night and wolfsbane at morning, Bofur retires early and rises early to head out to the outskirts of town and find both.
Unsure whether lycanthrope is a 'natural' disease, Bofur considers what treatment might be effective.
"A break works for me. I could see ye hadn't a taste for killin' the scoundrel, Fiona, but trust me, such men aer beyond redemption. He wouldn't've been out the door 24 hours before one of our competitors would've hired him to make our lives miserable... and shorter." He then goes over to Pigsaw to see what condition the boar is in now that the bond with its master is broken.
Thanks for the tips Thaddeus. I wasn't familiar with the slayer and it has some very attractive customization options. However, I really just wanted the rogue's trapfinding and disable and the sneak attack was a nice bonus. Unfortunately, the slayer doesn't have it. (Frownie face) I may take a second level for a rogue talent and to get evasion faster, but in fact I'm enjoying the ranger path.
The corridor isn't ideal for Bofur and Kwava, with their bows. Bofur calls back to the other ranger-y type, "Ye got anythin' to take the boar out of commission, Kwava? Not sure it ken be saved at this point."
"I always wondered what the elders meant when they said someone was too dangerous to let live." Bofur says and he lets the bolt fly at Bojask.
While he's at it, Bofur tries to identify whether the stench is related to an animal or plant and if so, what.
Bofur raises his crossbow, anxious to bury a bolt in the scoundrel's eye socket. "Not so fast, scumbucket. Ye're life ain't worth much, but I think it's worth a wee more than that. If ye knew who he was meetin', ye knew why he was givin' this Depora all that money. Enough money to drive the casino nearly out of business. And I bet ye know what the stink's about, don't ye? Stink seems like somethin' right up ye're alley."
"Where'd the boss go in the tunnels, Bojask? What was he doin' there?" Bofur has a suspicion Bojask isn't going to cough up the info, so he keeps his crossbow at hand.
Ooh, level in rogue. Fun! I thought it would add a darker level to Bofur and also fill a little open niche we seemed to have.
We're not unreasonable, Bojask. How about ye tell us the kind of information that'll tempt us to let you live? Bofur makes sure the cellar-dweller can see the giant key in his hand which was once Saul's (hand).
Level up summary HP +7
Thanks everyone. So far, it's a blast to be back in the director's chair! The show goes up April 15, so we still have plenty of time.
I'll update Bofur later today. I'm directing a play for the first time in 20 years and we started rehearsal last night. Things are a wee bit busy.
Bofurs eyes open and uncross and he rises unsteadily. "What? Where? Oh, yeah." He looks around at the carnage and smiles in satisfaction at Saul's dismembered body. He figures he's been out for a few minutes, if they've already looted the fallen, which prompts him to examine his own belongings. The proximity of Kwava with an empty phiol tips him off to why he's conscious and he places on hand on the kneeling elf's arm. "Ye have my thanks, ranger." After Kwava's revelation, Bofur adds, "Bring that big ol' key. I've searched the upstairs pretty thoroughly and I didn't find no locks that size. If there is one, it's hidden below where I haven't looked. Shame Saul won't be tellin' us his secrets now, traitorous scum. Speakin' of below, did that bastard Bojask fall in the fight? I didn't see him." He rises, checks that his weapons are in working order, and polishes his brother's axe. "Torag's nutsack! What happened to ye, Mutt? Ye've got static something fierce!"
The wind rustles the needles on the pine trees that hug the side of the mountain. Bofur watches in admiration as a bird of prey spreads its massive wings and dives elegantly downward, only to rise with a rabbit crushed within its talons. The sun reflects off the river meandering through the valley below. Then his attention returns to the task at hand; tracking his elder brother, who has gone off with friends in search of adventure and may not return for days.
His eyes go wide in shock that their thick-fingered former employer could move so lethally. He strikes out in self-defense, glancing his brother's axe off the fool's skull. For a split second, he fears he has failed to notice another henchman, when suddenly he realizes the crook's rapier has gone between his ribs. His lips move, forming soundless words as blood erupts from between them and he collapses to his knees and then the floor. A few seconds later, the outer wound knits itself together at Variel's touch. It will hold if nothing reopens it.
That would have been very, very painful indeed. As in 'in my ribs and out my buttocks' painful.
Risking the chance that Twitches might hit him, Bofur moves past him into the dining room, calling "'ere Saulie, Saulie, 'ere Saulie." Assuming key-for-hands isn't spotted, he moves toward the far chamber.
"Relax, boss-man. I caen do naught but scratch him with a normal weapon."
[b]"T'is done out of pity Twitches," Bofur proclaims before he swings his brother's axe at the wererat.
He holds his position, to block them in the office.
I seem to recall Variel posting that he's using Thai for Elven.
"Inside is nae place fir yeer bow, elf. Gitcheer tooth-pecker out!"
If he has any action left, he swings the door to the office closed.
Does Kwava have a melee weapon?
I've been screwing that up since the game began. Siiiiigh. Merry Christmas by the way! That's not very nice. There is NO "Beyar" in my lineage. In dwarven, Beyar, depending on how you say it, means 'he whose babymakers have shriveled to the point that you can fire them through a pea shooter and they still won't have an impact worth mentioning." Yes, dwarven is a very precise tonal language and has a large vocabulary.
All the best, everyone! A great start into the new year! I think I confused Beyar with the half-orc ranger dude that works in the basement. What was his name?
Ticked off to see Larur alive and well and working for Saul in secret after all the grief he felt over the dwarf's loss, Bofur steps in front of the door to the office, letting his crossbow drop and drawing his axe.
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