D&D Adventure #3: Vicious Circle

[Grimmie]

Aaanndd..

Thor, Glibberig, your puncture wounds from Desmond are starting to ache. Another Fort saving through please!

[Roman Totale]

Dice don't fail me now!

9,+0 = 9

[FatherJack]

Fort save:

Roll(1d20)+3:
14,+3
Total:17

yay

[Grimmie]

Excellent, Thor comes off unscathed (probably due to his hardy forest-man resistance).

Glibberig takes another 1 Dex damage drops to the ground in a heap, dribbling on the library floor.
No, really.

[FatherJack]

!

Can I do anything to help him? A regular heal, or do I have to do something about the poison?

I think either way uses my Heal skill:

Roll(1d20)+5:
13,+5
Total:18

[Grimmie]

/rolls Thor's will save in secret. Natural 20!

Although he is quite poisoned, you see through Glibberig's cunning ruse. The foamy dribble on his lips appears to disappear as you place your fingers on his dry lips, as if it were an illusion. You're currently the only one to have seen through it.

Edit
Actually, Glibberig can use your heal check instead of his Fort saving throw and resist the secondary poison. I'll leave it up to you as to whether or not you want to save him from it though

[FatherJack]

Thor is crouched over Glib lifting him up by a shoulder to examine him. His eyes lock with Glib's for a beat.

Loud enough for the party to hear:

Be brave, my friend.

He heals Glib of the poison and releases him back to the floor, not entirely gently.

I think he's over the worst of it.

[Dog Pants]

Shankley prods the demon corpse with his rapier.

Ugly little spud, isn't he? You guys want to tell the guard? Personally I think poor Glibberig should announce in song how we triumphed, in the square.

[shot2bits]

Ugly little spud, isn't he? You guys want to tell the guard? Personally I think poor Glibberig should announce in song how we triumphed, in the square.

I dont see any potatoes around here but I agree, the city dwellers should know the dangers of these libraries.

[Grimmie]

[Grimmie]

H-hello? Is everything okay up there?

Do you need a hand with the bird?

[Dog Pants]

Oh, yes please. Bring a mop.

Shall we take Desmond along with us as evidence of our prowess?

[Roman Totale]

Glibberig calls upon his Shatnerian reserves from his prone position.

*gurgle*

Ack, poison...coursing through...my veins...not sure...if I'll make it. Must...rest. Get me to *cough* an inn...warm bed and ale *splutter* to help me recuperate.

If...if I don't make it...look after Sweetlips for me. He *argraga* always wanted to...move in with you, Shankley...my elven friend.

Getting dark now

*gurgle*

[Dog Pants]

Shankley pales a little at Glib's performance.

Oh! Thor, I thought you... Come on, lets get him out of here. The priests might be able to help.

I'll start trying to hoist him down into the library.

[Roman Totale]

Carry me in your strong arms, Shankley!

The priests...do, do they have ale?

[FatherJack]

He'll live.

He stalks over to where he dropped his bow, retrieves it and turns.

He's prob'ly in shock. Just needs a bit o' rest.

[Roman Totale]

Glibberig rolls his head in Thor's direction

Mother? Mother, is that you? Should I walk towards the light mother?

[Dog Pants]

Hmm. If he's that sick maybe we should make him a bed up here. I don't know if it's safe to take him down the ladder. I'll bring one of the priests, I'm sure they can cure this sort of thing.

I'll try to make him comfortable with whatever's handy. His cloak, some books.

[FatherJack]

Let's get him to the inn. I'm sure he'll perk right up. The poison's gone, he just needs time to get his strength back. He's a..resilient one.

[Roman Totale]

Oh yes, japes and drollery aside, I'd like to update the widow first before we take to the square in case my braggadocio belies the behaviour of the Secret Chief of Police.