Archers: Retreating; Farron Slips Further Away
Subject: The Exodus; Black Magic 5
[Initiative Pensive, halfling23, Halfling 21, Robert, Munch, Garyth, Halfling12, Halfling20, Halfling14, Osred, Halfling6, Halfling17, Halfling22, Halfling4, Halfling24, Halfling19, Halfling10, Halfling18, Halfling15, Halfling9, Halfling13, Vincy, Halfling11, Halfling16]
Pensive wheels his mount, flicking the stonesash to it's full length in his right hand. He snaps it at the back of the Murrkat's head [Attack 28 vs AC15; hit; damage 7], and the sash knocks the unaware Halfling flat on his face. He stays down. Pensive yells to the two guardsmen, "Go get the captain!"
Robert spurs his horse past Garyth, running for the retreating camp.
Munch, spurred by Pensive's shout, turns his horse looking for Garyth. When he sees him standing alone by the light, he runs his horse over to help.
Garyth begins moving toward the approaching Osred, planning to take Kenneth's mount. Something is wrong though. An itch on his spine. No arrows. The arrows aren't coming down around him. "There moving," he says to no one in particular. Where are you going now?
Osred rides over to the captain with Kenneth's horse behind him. "A mount, sir. Best we was leaving while the leavings good."
Vincy follows Munch over to rally by Garyth.
The few remaining Murrkat visible in the light are all running off into the dark.
From: Ty
Subject: Two wizards out of town; The wrath of Elise
Sa'id crouches by Farron's side, looking for signs of life. There are none that he can see. No breathing, no pulse. But Sa'id does not give up hope. He slaps his friends face, and pounds on his chest. "Wake up, Farron. Wake up!" [heal attempt 12 vs DC15, fail]
His attentions do no good, and Farron slips farther away. [-7 hp]
From: Mark
Subject: Re: Two wizards out of town; The wrath of Elise
Everyones favorite lizard is back. :)
Mark
From: Karl
Subject: Re: Two wizards out of town; The wrath of Elise
For the first time in his life Sa'id curses the magic he has studied -- the magic of death. Would that Cadfael were here, he thinks as he pounds on Farron's chest and slaps his face, remembering with envy the power his friend had channeled from his god. Power that had brought Sa'id back from the very brink of death what seemed now like months ago, though it was only days.
Help me, please, oh Great One, he prays silently. Though we are not followers of your way, we do your work on this quest. Please help us now.
No not followers (dare he even think the word "yet?"), but they were chosen nonetheless to walk this path at this moment, trudging once again toward the dark temple. He wants to cry out "HAVEN'T WE EARNED YOUR FAVOR YET?" as his friend lies dying at his knees. But he has felt the power of the god and seen what gods can do to those who earn their wrath. The gods help those who help themselves. Fortune smiles on the prepared. Platitudes, but only because they hold some truth. In all his study of, anatomy and reanimation, decay and death why hadn't he studied how to prevent it. Just one course in healing, he thought. Just one and I might be able to save him.
"Help me, Pelor" he cries out, hoping it's not in vain, silently adding, I know I am no healer, but I have studied and know the body well. Surely that counts for something!
He turns again to his fallen friend, pulling open his robes, exposing his chest, his flesh cold to the touch like a corpse. "NO!" he cries. "You will not leave us!" You will not leave me alone to finish this. He places his hands on Farron's chest, feeling for a heartbeat, then his ear hoping for even the faintest of throbbing beats. Thump. . . . . . . . thump. . . . . oh so faint, like a reed tapping on a boulder in an oasis breeze. Not dead yet. Bending lower over his friend, he places his mouth next to Farron's ear, his cheek, warm and alive against his friend's, cold but not-yet dead. "Hold on," he whispers. "Just hold on," he says, then pounds his friend's chest yet again, hoping against hope to shock his heart back into a rhythm of life.
From: Karl
Subject: Re: Two wizards out of town; The wrath of Elise
Farron lies at Sa'id's knees.
That's it. Just lays there. In his dream he's on a merchant ship, but doesn't remember signing up for the voyage. "I'm not supposed to be here" he says to himself but with every moment the ship takes him farther and farther from where he knows he should be.
From: Mike
Subject: Re: The Exodus; Black Magic 5
Garyth's mind whirls. Wherever the halflings are running off to, it can be no good. They have to get back to the townspeople; something bad is on its way.
"Fall back!" he cries. Please, he thinks as he swings into Kenneth's saddle. Let this not have been in vain.
OOC: Garyth will pause to collect Kenneth's body and then hightail it back to the camp.