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Post by Umbris (AC 2 | HP 37/37) on Apr 29, 2024 2:58:04 GMT -12
As the narcosis hits him, and a blissful smile stretches his face, the halfling realizes he only has a few brief moments left. Shrugging, he does the only thing he can think of to save himself
He starts to carve at the writhing lumps under his skin, using the razor sharp silver blades to slice the flesh infront of where the wee beasties might be heading, trying to remove whatever it is in his own brutal way.
As he carves, he shows nary a sign of pain, either used to being slashed... or already in enough pain to not care.
(He wont resist spells or the like if anyone wants to cast)
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Post by Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP] on Apr 29, 2024 3:01:56 GMT -12
- Skrye calls upon the power of earth to cast a cure disease spell in Umbris, to stop the malady from spread, and to get rid of it
[OOC: Casting Cure Disease, 3rd level spell AC 3, 48/48HP; SPELLS 1stLvl(5/5), 2ndLvl(5/5), 3rdLvl(3/4), 4thLvl(3/3)]]
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Post by Umbris (AC 2 | HP 37/37) on Apr 29, 2024 3:07:28 GMT -12
"Oh... a shaman. How nice..." He mutters softly as he sees the tari cast, the world floating for him currently
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Post by Attilius on Apr 29, 2024 5:23:24 GMT -12
He starts to carve at the writhing lumps under his skin, using the razor sharp silver blades to slice the flesh infront of where the wee beasties might be heading, trying to remove whatever it is in his own brutal way. The giant, wide eye'd, quickly uncoils the rope from his arm... - Skrye calls upon the power of earth to cast a cure disease spell in Umbris. and readies his gouge to chop off the halflings arm below the shoulder if Skrye's spell doesn't work.
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Post by AthasianLaborer on Apr 29, 2024 8:19:27 GMT -12
[ToM Elven: "See, that could've been you"] 'Muiko scolds Yvera as he holds her tightly with both hands.
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On seeing the urgency of Umbris' situation, Quila would speak a Cure Light Wounds over Umbris.
If he still requires healing afterwards, she'll follow with a Healing Orison (pg 439-440 PSC2) which will give 9 hit points over 9 rounds for 1 spell slot.
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Post by Quila Oris (John M.) on Apr 29, 2024 9:54:12 GMT -12
“So, are we done now with pissing about and letting anyone with the intelligence of five undead middle fingers pick us of one by one?” Quila says after healing the halfling’s worst wounds.
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Post by DM Bob on Apr 29, 2024 10:54:08 GMT -12
The tari has seen these before! Rot grubs liked to burrow into flesh and eat the hearts, soft bits and lights out of any that disturbed their soil (they were tasty too, but once in a fellow ally, it would be considered rude to pick them out and eat them).
Calling upon the spirits of earth & stone, she begs them to halt putting the little man back to the dirt.
Dead now, they are still in his body, allowing the halfling rogue to pick them out with his blade.
After that, the cure from Quila works wonders in patching the lil sod up again. He's still a bit stoned, Skrye figures he has a bit before he's feeling back to normal.
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Post by Umbris (AC 2 | HP 37/37) on Apr 29, 2024 11:37:32 GMT -12
He digs the bugs out, riding the high with a grin "These grubs are like... not but totally grooooovy, maaan... any idea what they are? I wanna keep lookin', but if these little... little bastards are hidden around, maybe not."
The halfling digs the rest of the bugs out, before sniffing one, dissecting one in the palm of his hand and considering shoes for the first time in his life
"Thanks for the spells! Also, no. Probably not done pissing, although my bladder near emptied when I felt these fuckers in the first place."
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Post by DM Bob on Apr 29, 2024 12:47:32 GMT -12
The worms, extracted, resemble darker colored meal worms. Small circular jaws and tiny nubs on the top part of the carapace make them slightly different. They range between and inch to three inches in length.
Most of these are on the larger end of the scale.
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Post by Umbris (AC 2 | HP 37/37) on Apr 29, 2024 13:23:47 GMT -12
Seeing that it looks like a meal worm, he tries a small bit of the dissected gut thats on the tip of his blade
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Post by DM Bob on Apr 29, 2024 13:34:00 GMT -12
8/10 you'd eat it again.
These are slightly sweet, but lacking more crunch. If dusted in faro needle flour and fried in kip fat with some proper salt flat salt?
Well, that simply sounds delectable.
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Post by Umbris (AC 2 | HP 37/37) on Apr 29, 2024 13:42:06 GMT -12
"Oh, hey! I taste pretty good!... We? The bug and the grub. Tastes pretty good, whatever the fuck this is. Needs some salt. Some crunch." Eats a whole one... AFTER crushing its little head, just to make sure it really is dead, and wont come to life in his stomach.
Offers one of the other worms to the tari, elf, and the cleric. He doesnt think the half giant would even taste the grub, with how big he is compared to it.
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Post by Attilius on Apr 29, 2024 13:57:53 GMT -12
Attilius ignores the semi-cannibalism and recoils his rope up neatly to put away.
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Post by AthasianLaborer on Apr 29, 2024 14:17:04 GMT -12
'Muiko will reach for a taste, though his loosened grip on Yvera allows her to intercept the morsel. She devours it with ravenous abandon, looking to Umbris licking her lips [Elven: "More, I am famished! Er] share another--" she manages to say as 'Muiko stows her in his burnt robes.
[Halfling: "Don't mind the Jankx, she isn't actually speaking, she's just unusually intelligent and knows how to mimic speech, much like a parrot. Truly a unique creature that I discovered in my travels. Annoying and bothersome? Yes at times, but also dear to my heart nevertheless"] 'Muiko says to Umbris as he strokes Yvera through his robes.
He continues to hold onto her tightly and turns to face the assembled party "What next? Do we descend the chute and enter the capstan door or pursue the other direction?" These last words are spoken with practiced disinterest.
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Post by Attilius on Apr 29, 2024 14:43:12 GMT -12
He continues to hold onto her tightly and turns to face the assembled party "What next? Do we descend the chute and enter the capstan door or pursue the other direction?" These last words are spoken with practiced disinterest. Picking up his shield "I don't wants to leave anythin' at our backs. Let's continue on DIS level."
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