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Memorised: 0 - detect magic, light, prestidigitation ; 1st - colour spray, grease, mage armour
As soon as Okhosa successfully identifies the scrolls, he hurries to Mikhail, to tell him in particular about the scrolls of lesser restoration that could help them both, and also about the scroll of remove disease.
Okhosa examines the potions, then steels himself for his watch. "I'll wake you in an hour and a half, Aerys. See if you can get some rest before then." Rather than sit, he decides to stroll leisurely around the small camp to avoid any chance of nodding off.
"I'll be happy to take first watch and get it out of the way," Okhosa nods.
Seeing Dragolan and Mikhail seeing to the ill, Okhosa closes his eyes a minute, but opens them suddenly as a wave of dizziness crashes over him. I should make myself useful somehow, he thinks to himself. He spends a moment considering both Sasha and Aerys - Question the one, or ease the tension of the other...? - before moving over to sit near Aerys. The poor girl is nearly beside herself. "So," he says gently, "I've been working on some magic tricks. Tell me what you think?"
Okhosa nods in return to Ishirou, and follows as directed. His brow drops in concern as he sees the two stretched out and hears Aerys' explanation. He shakes his head after she finishes speaking, and essays a weary smile. "We are not lost yet, Aerys," he says kindly. "Don't let despair take you; the future is not written, and I for one am not resigned to death... despite how close to it I feel." With that, he slumps wearily into a chair, or on the ground if there isn't one available.
Okhosa nods. "I must admit, I will be far more effective in dangerous situations once I have recovered somewhat."
Okhosa takes food sparingly, just enough to sate the (until now, unnoticed) hunger that gnaws at his belly. "Thank you Dragolan," he says between mouthfuls. "You certainly have an eye for tasty foods," he adds with a smile.
Okhosa steadies himself. "Yes, I can feel the poison coursing through my veins. I don't think I'm in any immediate danger, but it certainly hampers my effectiveness. I can press on, but resting or returning may be a wiser option. Either way, I'm with the rest of you."
Okhosa stumbles to the ground as the centipede drops. "Great Nethys... It might be time for me to return to camp..."
Still staggering drunkenly, Okhosa attempts to fire another arcane acid projectile at the creature.
-9 with the Dex poisoning :/
Ah good to be back and kicking ass once more with those acid darts! I really need to get rid of that Dex damage at some point, not that it would have helped that case :/ I hadn't even applied the -4 vs a target in melee...
Okhosa, still staggering woozily, attempts to hit the centipede with a hissing acid dart.
Hey folks, I finally have reliable internet in France, if only via phone. Sorry for the extended absence :/ Give me a day to catch up on the gameplay thread and I'll be back in. Je suis trés desolé!
Sorry, I've been totally distracted by a whirlwind trip to France. I'll get into it the next couple of days, but I'm likely to be spotty for the next month or so; feel free to DMPC as needed.
[v]"Because whatever his crimes, to leave him bound this way, deserted as we are on an unfamiliar and probably hostile island, is likely a death sentence. I will not have that on my conscience. If we manage to escape this situation and return to civilisation alive, his status as a prisoner or criminal will become relevant once more."[/b]
Okhosa accompanies Mikhail to see to Jask's manacles, giving Jask a hopeful smile as Mikhail produces the keys. "There were other possessions of yours aboard the ship also," he says to the former prisoner. "You are a cleric of Nethys? I, too, worship the god of magic, as one might expect."
Okhosa gives a low chuckle at Dragolan's self-deprecating response and waves him off. "See you on the beach, friend."
Okhosa lends Dragolan what assistance he ca to hop in the boat and get started on his way back to shore. "I hope you can swim," he says half-jokingly as the oracle leans to the oars.
My Str being as poor as it is, I will generally not pick up anything, but I'll be sure to mention specifically when I am (*snooty old man voice* "A wizard is not a packhorse!). Of course, if other people are already overloaded, I'll be sure to help. Mikhail, do you think it might be best to give some gear to stronger folks so as to retain your maximum mobility?
As Mikhail picks up the keys, Okhosa says, "With any luck, one of those keys will be useful our manacled friend."
Okhosa has 4pp, 8gp - couldn't carry enough stuff to make it worth buying. On the up side, if we happen upon a tavern on this deserted island, it's my round.
Noting the wounds that could have been inflicted by a rapier, Okhosa frowns. "More possible clues of foul play. If Devers was attacked by someone on the ship, they might also be the one behind our being drugged. Although it must be said, the evidence is pretty thin - circumstantial at best - and there are numerous other hypotheses that could fit the facts as we currently understand them." Okhosa makes a small gesture towards the body, a Varisian blessing of the dead.
Yeah sorry I ended up ruining both times that buff would be useful, Okhosa. Yeah, stop being so effective and stuff!
Okhosa jumps back as Dragolan wordlessly steps forward to smash at the door with his weapon, landing a mighty blow. "Well. That's one way to do it!"
Just realised that I forgot to apply the Dex damage mod to my crossbow attack roll; it didn't make a difference, but my ranged attacks should all be at +1, not +2, till it's healed. If I forget again and anyone notices, please remind me :) Also, nice hit Varya! But I'm a bit bummed my super dwarf friend couldn't enjoy the benefits of his buff...
Okhosa finishes the incantation, sprinkling the powdered iron in the breeze. It glows gold, then settles on Morgrym. The dwarf glows too for a moment, then doubles in size before the group's eyes. Okhosa then moves beside Dragolan and fires a crossbow bolt at the scorpion.
Cheers Varya :) I think the poison is still kicking, but Dragolan did channel, wasn't sure if I was within range...
Quick question DM, which parts of my status have been fixed up after the first fight? Am I still suffering from 1hp damage, and the sickened and poisoned conditions?
"Hold, friend dwarf," Okhosa says firmly, "this time we'll make you bigger."
Okhosa raises a glowing hand into the air as he begins intoning arcane words, his gaze fixed on Morgrym, his other hand moving to his spell component pouch.
Congratulations DM :) I have the joy of working for myself, which in my case means lots of time and... You do the math :)
[ooc]Woohoo![/dice] "I agree, let's do this quickly," Okhosa murmurs, looking at the rocks with trepidation. As he moves cautiously over them he often looks about to fall, but manages to catch himself every time, avoiding injury. The effort obviously takes it out of him; by the time he's reached the deck he is sweating and puffing.
Apologies if this is made clear in your posts somewhere DM, but will we need to swim to the ship, or are we able to travel around to the headland by foot and access it via the rocks? Okhosa don't swim real good :/
"I'll be a part of that," Okhosa says promptly. "But as you say, setting up somewhere else first might be for the best."
Okhosa nods thoughtfully. "We'll do our best. But don't worry, whether we retrieve the key or not, you'll make it - or not - with the rest of us," he says quietly but confidently. "We're in this together now." Turning to Mikhail and the others, Okhosa asks, "Unless we have another means of getting these manacles off Jask, we may need to search the ship for the key. Are there other matters we need attend to first?"
"Jask, is it? My name is Vusutan, Okhosa Vusutan. You're quite right, we are indeed shipwrecked, and on Smuggler's Shiv, no less. You are, however, still manacled. In my opinion," Okhosa changes the subject abruptly but continues on conspiratorially, "the cannibals are more of a threat than the ghouls and ghosts. But I think Mikhail might be more concerned with the undead. What do you think is more likely to get us?"
"Excellent summary, Mikhail," Okhosa remarks, looking at the trees thoughtfully. "I hadn't heard about the the possibility of Chelish survivors turning to cannibalism. That is... a disconcerting idea; far more worrying than ghost stories. We must be on our guard." He nods emphatically at Dragolan's words. "Without water, there is no life. I am glad you are here." Having gathered up his gear, Okhosa moves towards Jask, the mysterious prisoner, who appears to be possibly also of Mwangi descent. He pats him on the shoulder, then gives him a firm but careful shake. "Are you alive man?"
Once the last scorpion has been crushed by Morgrym, Okhosa breathes a sigh of relief - before it catches in his throat. He begins hunting feverishly through the pile of equipment, eyes wide, until he retrieves what he was searching for: his spellbook.
Gathering up the rest of his gear, Okhosa cottons on to the conversation quickly. "The lack of memory would certainly suggest either some kind of narcotic, probably poisonous substance - likely administered via the food, seeing as how we were all affected, and apparently all at around the same times - or, magic. I can't recall noticing any signs of magic being used around us. The most likely conclusion is a drug in the food. Supported by the fact that I could readily empty my stomach right this minute." Okhosa also notes the channelling effect, and straightens his spine as the minor damage he suffered is healed. "Thank you, Dragolan," he says politely. In response to Mikhail, he looks at the footprints. "Well, I didn't even see those; well spotted. I can't make head nor tail of them, what do you suppose made them?"
Well... Who else is glad that we picked Morngrym to be our fifth party member?
Fighting down the growing clumsiness in his limbs, Okhosa glances swiftly at the equipment in front of him, hoping to spot his crossbow, and hoping further that it's loaded...
Seeing Morgrym easily capable of destroying these creatures with a single blow, Okhosa rethinks his plan of enlarging the dwarf and instead hurls an arcane burst of acid at the scorpion over Varya's prone form, then circles back to where the equipment lies.
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