In reply to Keneally of Jacodi (msg #62):

Clair seeing Goseric take off for Kree unleashes another round at Rat #1 against Bruga hoping to make an impact.

21:54, Today: Clair Brandywhine rolled 3 using 1d4+1. sling damage.
21:53, Today: Clair Brandywhine rolled 24 using 1d20+4. sling shot.

OOC Oh yea baby, made an impact natural 20 roll kersmackeroo!!  Keneally, looks like your roll is contagious :)

OOC - Guys remember the Fairy Fire adds +1 to hit these guys.

Bruga Smacks a rat again not doing much more then ticking off the rat
Senuviel swings and misses
Gosric cures Kree for 9 points of healing the leg heals fully and the bleeding stops fully
RATS

Rat 1 manages to connect with Bruga this time for 4 points of damage
Rat 2 snaps at Senuviel for a whooping 1 damage
Rat 3 twitches some
Rat 5 Snaps Keneally as she moves up on it missing


Keneally  takes a wailing blow at rat 5 chopping it in half (pretty much) and killing it

Clair  snaps her sling snapping a stone directly into (yes i mean into) the skull of the rat who had just bitten Bruga, it's brain replaced with a rock it dies.

Khorden misses the remaining rat
Kree still off from the attack misses

Khorden and Keneally team up and together manage to hack the remaining healthy rat to death

Kree draws his sword and takes the head off of the rat who had about taken off his leg.

The rats all dead now.. the party searches the nest of the rats and find:

100 silver
50 copper

2 small pearls (50g each)

A small dagger (non magical)

  The  elf moves to each Rat  and takes the head off,  The Docmaster  is no idiot...he knew what was in here...

Senuviel goes to Kree. Are you ok my friend? Got a little scratch there on this leg of yours uh? Jokes the warrior/mage. The elf suddenly turns to Keneally, his elven eyes scrutinizing the female warrior. And who might be you, human? The elf words sound a bit harsh.

 Aye, the fell beastie wished to take  a taste of elven Blood. Cannot blame them for that, i suppose..nothing but the best... he  smiles  slighlty as he wipes his blade on the body of  the last ratling. He Tnahks those who  cured him, so that he was...at least able..to finish of the miscreant that bit him.

  Then his  attentions turn towards  the  new Human.

Taking a deep breath, the cleric turns to Brandywhine.

"I don't suppose there be a market for rat-bits?"

He glances down at the over-sized vermin.

"Worse to worse I know a temple that can clean these up, cook'em and feed'em to the beggars, I guess. Waste not, want not, I always say."

Turning to glance out across the expanse of the warehouse, Gostric grabs his mace, and carefully moves into the portions further away.

"Even if'n we don't see any, it doesn't mean they ain't crapped here..."

Bruga makes an effort to clean his daggers on unsoiled rat pelt but it's too much for him. He goes to one knee, bleeding heavily, and then lays himself down.

  Kree's eyes shift to Bruga,any have  healing for the little one?

"Well if I'm not a one-legged man in a kissin' contest, I done got ahead of myself, ain't I?"

Returning to the others, Gostric returns his mace to it's belt, then examines Honeyfinder, calling upon the Power of Three to hopefully staunch the would, and aid his comrade.

Once his effort is complete, he sags to the ground, takes a deep, deep breath, exhausted.

"Sadly, that is all of the holy favor a worthless wretch like me deserves today. A brief respite for food and wine, and I shall be serviceable in combat, but not worth much more, if not a little less."

That said, he digs thru his pack for an over sized turkey leg, some cranberry sauce, and a skin of wine.

"Mwannabayyte?" he inquires of Honeyfinder?
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Having suffered little more than a scratch from the fracas with the rats, Khorden gives a bit of a grunt at the haul from the rats nest.  "Damn rats make a better living then we be doin'."

He gives a snort of disapproval to Gosric, "I'm not so hungry as t' be lookin' to eat rat.  If you're a mind, go ahead."  He grabs one of the fallen rats by it's hind leg and lifts it up in offering to Gosric.

Keneally wipes her sword of excess blood, then sheathes it deftly.  She moves towards the newly fallen one, turning her head to the elf with a slight smile and replies calmly, "My name is Keneally, a Crusader of Pelor, elven neighbour. Osk suggested that you might find an extra sword of use."

She kneels and lays her hands on the wound and murmurs softly, "Through Thy infinite mercy, send Thy Light of Healing through Thy servant's humble hands"

Keneally's laying on of hands heals Bruga fully leaving Senuviel the only one short any hit points.

The party's search of the warehouse find no more gigantic rats, only small regular sized ones the crates and barrells in this place long emptied or rotted. No bats here anyway. OF course there are 2 more warehouses.

In reply to GM (msg #75):

OOC - OK you all stay up way to later or are on the West Coast ;)  I missed a whole few rounds of posting when I went to bed at 11:30 PM EST, Hence Clair would have healed Bruga ASAP and told Goseric to hold his last cure and to our friendly and most well timed female human paly friend to use her Lay on hands on Senuviel (unless he need more then what she could heal).

OOC Oh well, nice play though.

Clair just seems to have gone into a searching trance hunting for more rats then returns to blush So Sorry Bruga I , I  got carried away with destroying these abominations of evil.
  Turns to Senuviel, How bad, I can give you some curing - CLW to Senuviel.


OOC This leaves on spell or cure left for Clair.  I guess I will burn the Protection from evil replaced by the CLW for Senuviel.   I have a Bless left.

Although he accepts Clair's healing spell, Senuviel seems bothered by it. You didn't need to do that, cleric. It was just a tiny scratch. We could have saved that for when it is really needed. Realizing he's been too harsh to the halfling cleric, Senuviel tries to amend his comment, with a crooked smile he says. Uh, take no heed from my hasty words, Clair. This elf's growing cranky because of these errands we've been involved in. While innocents are enslaved, we're here spending our energy by hunting rats and bat excrement for a loony wizard.

In reply to Senuviel Alantir (msg #77):

Senuviel, now worry's, every bit of healing up now can and will help us if we have other problems.  I still have one more spell left I can save for a Cure, plus I know Healing and Herbalism which can help too once I am out of Lady Lucks fine gifts for the day :)


Looks about the group

sighs, so only Goseric, our paly lady Keneally and myself (and Snare) did not get bitten?  Got to keep an eye on all of you in case those rats had more then blood on there minds.

Bruga thanks those who've helped him and does clean off his daggers. The party's need was greater. The cautious thing to do would be to wait a day until we're at full strength, but perhaps we could serch another warehouse...thanks to the timely arrival of...my name is Bruga Honeyfinder, and thank you.
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We also are due some money so better collect the heads. This town should be more prosperous...why has trade fallen off so these warehouses aren't used? And slavery has been going on for some time...I've not forgotten, but one should be able to match one's resources to the task.

  Kree nods to the heads, we'll take those  out t o show that Dockmaster...but first..any who have a good  eye? search the  floors  and such  for hidden entrances...I have a  feeling.....it  could be wrong, but  we wasted more time, on less....

  The elf, with his  Blade out  and ready  begins to search the  warehouse for hidden trapdoors and  doors on the  walls.......

Aye! Answers Senuviel to Kree's request. The warrior/mage also starts scrutinizing the room for secret and/or concealed doors.

One never knows...Bruga tritely observes as he obediently begins to search...not omitting to go over places his comrades are inspecting.

In reply to Bruga Honeyfinder (msg #82):

Clair will help in the searching of secret doors, hidden pockets and instruct Snare to help, search, find with her.   check the upper floors/lofts too.

We will take the heads back with us.   Find a sack or something to carry them in.  Might as well get paid.  We might want to burn the bodies if we have a way safely.

  Kree shook his head  as he looked.Nay..the bodies stay were they laid..unless they want to pay us to remove them...He thought it funny to send us in here...we did our job..we killed  them, and the heads will be proof..they can deal with the clean up...we are not getting paid to be janitors.

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #84):

I was more thinking of worse things about them like wererats as to burning the bodies.

Understood, My Lady...but that funny fellow  out there  will see the heads...and know them for what they are...its his warehouse..not  ours...he did not even warn us...that is what i want to search...he might be a front  man for them...

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #86):

Smiles, you got it, just trying to help ride the world of certain evil things