Post by Thoven Falconflight on Mar 23, 2014 16:12:34 GMT -5
Thoven watched his 'companions' basically stand around and recover from the fight. He didn't know how these guys operated, so it didn't really matter much to Thoven. Didn't mean he'd let it slow him down. His job did regularly have him dealing with gore and cooking flesh was no where near the worst odor he had encountered. He just wanted out.
Thoven walked over to the bone pile and found his saber in the mess. After a quick examination of the blade, he discovered a small bit of paper had gotten stuck on the blade's tip, and Thoven ripped the apparant bit of trash off and examined it. It had several markings on it that seemed to indicate it was a part of a map. Thinking he would find more as he went and that he may not need to share it, he sheathed the weapon, tucked the paper into his belt pouch, and proceeded towards the exit.
Thoven knew he stunk of meat and blood, but was hoping to scout ahead and there was no way he could remove it. If there was nothing between him and his pay, it meant he could leave sooner. Thoven was starting to dislike this desert more than Zaun, but that might be the new smell he had just acquired or his throbbing shoulder.
Thoven slunk forward, hoping to not find trouble, but highly doubted this hellhole was done with them.
Action: Stealth engaged and attempting to scout ahead.
Status: In Pain (75%)
Right Shoulder injured
Bleeding from wounds- starting to clot
Crippled right arm- rapidly improving
Covered in unknown bile and gore.
Equipment:
Leather Armor
Green Cloak
Leather gloves
Dirk- poison has been washed off in gore and has a damaged tip.
Saber- found and in good condition
Unknown map fragment- has a cut in it from Thoven's saber
1 week's worth of iron rations, including a wineskin of water
Whetstone and oil
One 5 oz vials of Wyvern Venom: a paralytic that attacks the muscles of the heart causing a heart failure in five minutes in normal human. Can be purged with healing magics of moderate level, but very few potions due to the unique venom of each wyvern.
Thoven walked over to the bone pile and found his saber in the mess. After a quick examination of the blade, he discovered a small bit of paper had gotten stuck on the blade's tip, and Thoven ripped the apparant bit of trash off and examined it. It had several markings on it that seemed to indicate it was a part of a map. Thinking he would find more as he went and that he may not need to share it, he sheathed the weapon, tucked the paper into his belt pouch, and proceeded towards the exit.
Thoven knew he stunk of meat and blood, but was hoping to scout ahead and there was no way he could remove it. If there was nothing between him and his pay, it meant he could leave sooner. Thoven was starting to dislike this desert more than Zaun, but that might be the new smell he had just acquired or his throbbing shoulder.
Thoven slunk forward, hoping to not find trouble, but highly doubted this hellhole was done with them.
Action: Stealth engaged and attempting to scout ahead.
Status: In Pain (75%)
Right Shoulder injured
Bleeding from wounds- starting to clot
Crippled right arm- rapidly improving
Covered in unknown bile and gore.
Equipment:
Leather Armor
Green Cloak
Leather gloves
Dirk- poison has been washed off in gore and has a damaged tip.
Saber- found and in good condition
Unknown map fragment- has a cut in it from Thoven's saber
1 week's worth of iron rations, including a wineskin of water
Whetstone and oil
One 5 oz vials of Wyvern Venom: a paralytic that attacks the muscles of the heart causing a heart failure in five minutes in normal human. Can be purged with healing magics of moderate level, but very few potions due to the unique venom of each wyvern.
