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Re: (055) Wildwood (the Ivory Wold)

Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2014 2:49 pm
by coffee
Dieter maintains a perimeter watch while the former giants sleep.

He is entirely unabashed about the effects of his meal; you have to be alive to be that sick. Starving to death would not have been a viable option.

Re: (055) Wildwood (the Ivory Wold)

Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2014 3:50 pm
by mushgnome
Highbough isn't capable of doing much except hold his insides together.

Re: (055) Wildwood (the Ivory Wold)

Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2014 4:49 pm
by mgtremaine
Wen is doing his best not make the situation any worse. He sits against a tree and speaks softly. "I think it best if I go into the Ivory Wold and alert the Elves of are presence and needs. That is as soon as I can walk." Several moments of silence would pass as he grimaces at the things his stomach is trying to do. "I suspect the Elves might want to blindfold the company if they agree. Secrecy is a powerful defense after all. I will need someone to join me for safety sake least I blunder into something I can not run away from."

occ: If Josiane is willing to cast her spell that would be great. I think the sooner we can get to a "town" the better.

Re: (055) Wildwood (the Ivory Wold)

Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2014 5:02 pm
by danhem
Ulric finds a place to sit and rest, his warg bites still fresh and raw.

"What about that sack you discovered in the secret room of the abbey Gustave? Has anyone looked in that yet?"

(OOC: Seriously, what was in that sack? I can find no reference to it after it was found.)

Ulric will take some time to study, memorizing his favorite spells just in case the goblins come again.

OOC: Memorizing Anthracite Sufference, Comburent Phlogiston, and Hyperbole Fulmination.

Re: (055) Wildwood (the Ivory Wold)

Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2014 5:30 pm
by mushgnome
If Highbough is well enough to focus on his spellbook, he will memorize The Rhyme of Exiguous Glamour, The Acclivitous Smaze, and Highbough's Torrefaction.

Re: (055) Wildwood (the Ivory Wold)

Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2014 7:29 pm
by sully
Dorgan will also keep a watch.

Re: (055) Wildwood (the Ivory Wold)

Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2014 7:39 pm
by doctorx
Josiane will endeavour to ignore the griping cramps that twist at her stomach and commit The Succor of Anathema Demurred and The Supplication of Medicant Requite to memory.

Re: (055) Wildwood (the Ivory Wold)

Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2014 10:51 pm
by Tonneau
Gustave empties the contents of his pack onto the grass, that the learned may examine them in their sickness-induced stasis.

"Shall we go and find us some elves then?" he then says to Wen in Elvish.

Re: (055) Wildwood/The Ivory Wold

Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 3:54 am
by sully
Dorgan will take a quick break from his watch and look inside the sack the group brought back from the monastery, once Gustave dumps it.

Re: (055) Wildwood/The Ivory Wold

Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 4:01 am
by waysoftheearth
doctorx wrote:Josiane will endeavour to ignore the griping cramps that twist at her stomach and commit The Succor of Anathema Demurred and The Supplication of Medicant Requite to memory.
Let us see whether Josiane can maintain the necessary composure to memorise these spells...

Constitution 9 means a 60% chance to withstand adversity: d20=9, success! Just barely

...the shield maiden pales substantially and sweats for almost an hour as she forces herself to maintain control of her tumultuous insides, and by a supreme effort of will she commits these prayers to memory.

Then (I'll presume she intends to invoke the Demurr upon Wen, Highbough, and herself..?) can she continue her effort long enough to invoke the poison delaying prayer..?

d20=20! Emphatic success!

Her will power is total! She unfurls the prayer with consummate precision, despite the huge effort it costs her.

And suddenly Wen, Highbough, and herself experience a delightful relief and a total subsidence of the gnawing gut pain. It is as if the malady of the foul warg meat never were!

(And thus both Highbough and Wen are able to memorise their repertoires without rolling).