Swift Egress
Season of Rushing Waters
As the rush of battle fades and Mina begins to lend her magic to your aid two things become apparent, firstly that you are a lot more hurt than you had assumed to judge by how little the spear wound heals and secondly that healing, even by sorcery can be surprisingly uncomfortable. Things that really shouldn't move around shift in your innards, presumably, hopefully back to their natural place
"I'm going to have to stay... a bit further back... I guess," you try for a smile, glad there isn't anything reflective to see the result in here.
Mina gives you a worried look, but she agrees with your judgement that it's best to save all your spells of good health for Gorok. Her song barely gets him to stir, but as the shadows weave themselves into his flesh and then become it he stumbles to his feet.
You heal 4 Damage -> now at 7/18
Gorok Heals 21 Damage -> now at 20/23
"Report?" He falls back into the sharp short speech common of his people, though by now both you and Mina are used to it and Cob... well it will take a lot more than that to offend Cob. Ears perked and swiveling with good cheer at the sight of the iruxi's healing the goblin looks to be only constrained from clapping by the realization that there are enemies near.
"We should take that one..." you point at the unconscious cook. "Make it look like some kind of magical accident."
"We are still hidden by spell?" Gorok asks Mina. At her quick nod he looks around the bodies. "All but twist-spawn killed with fang and claw. They might seek beasts not foes if given reason. "
He starts up turning baskets of food, rock shrooms rolling, uncooked glass-root shattering, frothy brackish beer spilling out in waves. Cob does not need any more encouragement to start filling his pack and pockets with meat and eggs, licking clean bowls of lard and hanging a row of sausages around his neck like the trophy of victory it is.
Alas for him duty calls, the prisoner has to be secured so you can get out of here at a moment's notice.
Just as you are considering if a spot of fire might help with the vandalism at hand Pepper bolts into view with the news you had been expecting. "They are trying to break down the leftmost door. I don't think the bar will hold long."
Even as the four of you start to rush towards the corridor, half-belligerent-half worried slurk croaking in your ears Mina looks down into the... mess that had been the head cook... no he had to have been more than that. She is braver than you to reach into that mess and pull out a collection of pouches, quivers and clasps meant for varied and esoteric purposes.
Mina Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 +9 = 20 (Success)
There is no time to explain though as you rush out of the room and back the way you had come to hide in the midden. Heart hammering in your chest, trying not to breathe in too deeply of the reek you wait, the soft heat-glow of your companion's hands and faces a comfort in the dark. Though you can hear the sounds of banging, searching, hissing arguments there is no sign of feet coming this way.
Mina's voice is barely a whisper as he hands you treasure she had taken from the beast: "I think this is a
Belt of Swift hand, a doctor I knew at the temple had one of these, it makes everything you hang on it weightless and you can summon them to hand in an emergency. Here, you use them more than I do."
"Is it safe?" you cannot help but asking.
"Near as I can tell, it is just a minor conjuration, should work on bolts potions and maybe that dagger, but nothing bigger."
It could have been you lying dead on that befouled floor, you know and the difference between life and death is in the blink of an eye. That does not, as perhaps it reasonably should lead you to reconsider the life of a hireblade, but instead take the dubious trinket pulled out from tainted flesh.
After yet a while longer which seems far longer than you know it to be counting heartbeats the sounds from the warren fade, enough that you can consider waking your prisoner, though that does beg the questions to ask.
[] Ask about the leader of the tribe, his powers, his weaknesses, where he might be found
[] Ask if anyone had noticed the missing shaman and how they reacted. Are the spirits still favorable to the tribe, or is there unrest
[] Ask who the cook was and that he might have been meddling in
[] Write in (A single subject; there is no time for a longer interrogation)
OOC: There were no rolls for Pepper since the xulgath were literally banging on the doors to get past the bars. He couldn't really miss that.