Frederick turns and begins another channeling of energy. He draws a small amount of spider webbing from a pocket and tosses it towards the necromancer, hoping to ensnare him so he can free his comrades.

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 269):

Obviously, some kind of necromancy!

Not wanting to dwell too much on who or why, he plunged his sword into the monster lying beside Stoney again and again.

AC: 5 (Leather plus Buckler with +2 DEX Adjustment)
HP: 36/36
Weapon: Short Sword
THAC0/WS/Damage: 18/3/1d6, 1d8.

04:07, Today: Boris Underhill rolled 12 using 1d10+3.  init +3 WS.

04:08, Today: Boris Underhill rolled 17 using 1d20+3 ((14)). Whoops, forgot to clear the +3.  But a 14 should do it! Plus it's a coup de grace?

04:10, Today: Boris Underhill rolled 3 using 1d8.  x3 Backstab Bonus. 9 HP total

As the life drained from that sneaky little EVIL creepy creature David smiled as his choke lingered just a few seconds longer, to .. you know .. make certain it was dead. Releasing his reach. the choke remained for however long the magic would last. The creature gurgling spasming and .. well, let's give it a dramatic death.

Dusting of his clothes, David. taking his staff more solid into his hand slowly made his way towards where the pile of dead creatures had stacked up. It was a shame he had not committed to memory something that allowed him to speak to these things. Afterall. They could shed some light on the situation. Light, that now otherwise only came from the campfire.

Holding up a hand slowly, not wanting to spook those that had been fighting the critters. David spoke. hoping at least one would understand his tongue "A fine evening ... my fellow travelers" (Barovian)

That was till ..

PM

At the last second Frederick realizes he actually knows this man. HE redirects the web to surround him rather than engulf him.

Just then as the words had just left his lips .. a barely audible sticky woosh surrounded David. It was not just that the dim light of the bonfire showed its sparkle. That it was evident he was surrounded. Was it a trap that he had set of. Or .. blinking his eyes. Wondering what was up. Subconsciously. Though loudly voiced David cursed rather in all sorts of .. colors ..

"What manner of magic is this ..?" more to himself then towards someone present

Frederick lets out a laugh and speaks

David Avon Ersch, it is I, Frederick. You really must learn to introduce yourself earlier. I nearly turned you into a torch. Let me dispatch these creatures and I will free you.

David got ripped out of his self'missery (taken in shape of his curses) looks up. Around towards the direction of the voice. Squeezing his eyelids, Wondering whom it was that knew him so well. Aparently, as .. mostly he tried atleast to throw some shade when folk wanted to know who he was.

Smiling "Well, .. I had a long damp travel. And these creeps here were the first thing I got to find. And .. besides a damnsel in distress, aparently .. you .. indeed" trying to wrestle a bit of info from the man "How are things, .. I .. havent been home since, well .. awhile now. Full moon, and such .." (*spoken in same Tongue as Frederick)

Frederick pulls the unconscious bodies off his companions and slips a dagger into the creeps eye-slits. As he does this he speaks to David.

We can discuss our I know and remember you later. For now, I tell you my father was a giogoto to your father.

Once he has finished with the creatures, Frederick grabs a stick from the fire and walks over to the webbing.

Stand clear of the webs. I'll burn them away. You'll be safe as long as you aren't in them. 3, 2, 1.  I am lighting them now.

Frederick touches the fire to the webs and they very quickly catch and burn. The entire mass of webbing in gone in the time it would take to drink small glass of ale.

David froze for a moment, it had been .. to long, that atleast something of a familiarity came to his ears. It was not that they were being hunted. Atleast, not really. Just mostly shunned. Forced off the lands. Harrassed .. wel, ya. Hunted. In a way. David smirked - only just hearing the man. "Obviously, .. "

Makeing certain to stay clear. Fire was one thing. Getting burned a whole different thing.

Boris continued hacking away at the monsters around him. "Die! Die! Die! Wait, wasn't there a girl somewhere around here?"

Once the things seemed dead he cautiously moved off to look for her, but stopped at the edge of the light.

Dispatching the sleeping creatures takes no time or effort and before long the ground is saturated with green ooze.  Ondrea, while asleep as well, is herself rather deeply wounded.  Her neck had been gnawed upon and the area around it had been slashed by their razor sharp claws .  She's alive but the blood is flowing rather freely.

The tracks lead off into the darkness beyond the firelight and Fredericks' glowing balls.  How many actually followed her you cannot be certain of.

Frederick will grab a cloth and try to staunch the bleeding, while calling out.

Does anyone have healing? Ondrea is bleeding profusely.

David, freed from nasty cobwebs and stepping across an extingueshed flame "Perhaps, .. I can be of some assistence. let me see that wound."

David approached ondrea, thinking of a way. Shaking his head slowly. No direct thing poped up.

"I know of .. one last remedy, Ive yet to successfully atempt it but .. unless someone knows someone. Im willing to give it a try .."

Frederick looks at David dubiously.

Let me try this first.

Frederick reaches inside his cloak and pulls out another small pinch of spider web. He mutters the words of power and summons the mana again and casts another mass of webbings.  He uses his dagger to cut a large handful of the webbing, then applies it to the wound. Then he waits to see if the bleeding stops.

What is your idea David? Or do you have another name you prefer?

Seeing the man infront of him work his magic, David smiles rather .. sheepishly .. "David, is fine, Unless the realms will grand me another."

Kneeling down besides Frederick "I havent really tried it before, I can possible .. reverse some of the magicks so it would not cause, but heal the wounds instead. I have really only thusfar experimented on animated animals."

Damn...genius

The mat of webs does manage to staunch some of the bleeding.  She's still open but a suitable few applications might just get it to stop for the time being.

Seeing the wound gushes out less blood, but still it seeps through the cobwebs. There was not so much time left until there would be no more time experimenting on the essence of the living. "I have not seen the use of this magick being used as such before. Very interesting indeed. I shall need to take some notes and as an afterthought, I am pretty certain your father would be smiling. Now, .. let me if you will help this lady .. just .. keep your holy warrior at bay. He may not actually take a liking at what I am going to try to do here."

Afterall, even if necromancy was used for a good reason it was still .. necromancy afterall. Waiting for some approval. Afterall (again as David smiled) he himself was not an evil man. Yet, evil was only evil if you looked at it in a certain manner

I have merely slowed the bleeding.  Now David, try your method.  Carefully Sir.

"Take the compliment how you want it, Im not easily impressed by the use of magicks. Anyways .. best keep her steady. Dont want to do any harm here where it is not required."

The few lesaons of anatomy and .. well, animal anatomy. Had taught David to focus on the exit of where the blood had previously been gushing. David closed his eyes, searching for the correct incantation. Opening his eyes taking but a pinch of sulfer. Almost instinctively takeing out a small vile flask "No .. not that one, need to reverse it afterall. Cant make it any worse. Allright .. instead of sending into this flesh the negative energy that Ive seen put together some rather dead animals. Im just .. putting in the positives, even though most of the magick remains the same. Better stay clear of her when Im putting my hand on her neck."

"Akula kair sula tsaran locitum!" With that, there was no more waste of time as with the incantation both hands of David glowed red. Crackling with negative energy .. then with adding but a few words the crackling of negative energy subsided and only then did David lower his hands towards the intended experiment. Well .. the unconscious young lady obviously.

OOC: Cure Light Wounds (Im thinking the effect would put her on a 1 HP, and not add a full spell effect.) Now to see if the cold darkness picks it up and reward me for my kindness lol.

Frederick would never admit it but he is a bit nervous as David perform his magics on Ondrea. He had see the spell but used for benefit and for bad but he had never seen anyone so nervous to use it for healing. There was obviously much for he and David to discuss. His anxiousness was unfounded as the magic flowed for David into Ondrea and her wound closed.

Thank you David. My companions should be coming around shortly. We shall see what Hawkmoon has to say when he awakens. I believe I am in for a tongue lashing from more than one of my party. But with Boris to back me up that you were helpful we can get past it.  Boris, this is an old family friend of mine, David. David, this fine young fellow is Boris, a valiant fighter and merchant.

The experiment had succeeded, that was to say. The subject was still breathing. And no scorched burn marks had been left after the flesh had been touched. Well, there were marks. But more of a gentle pink kind. The kind that given enough time would be shead off and its cells would regenerate into the color that was natural to that persons DNA. Or, so it was supposed to go according to human anatomy 101. Smiling sheepishly. David took his handkerchief and found his cough, though still distressful somewhat less distressful then anticipated. Atleast, after his eyes ran across the handkerchief there was no blood. Infuriated with the fact ..

"A pleasent evening dear Boris. Arent you abit young to be out in the open at this Hour ? No wait .. you'r a halfling .. sorry for my initial predicament, you do seem to be in some excellent companionship asfar as my initial observation would go. Still .. you seem to be missing out on a party member ?" David smiled

Assuming, as David did that the young girl that ran off was one of theirs. "I can see if my .." turning around so see the 'dead' horse standing just ontop of one critter. Its hoove pinning it down into the dirt. Rather forcefully. ".. ride here can find her for you. It obeys as commanded."

In reply to David Von Ersch (msg # 291):

Stopping at the limit of the light, Boris backtracked. Near Frederick and Ondrea stood the mysterious figure that had trailed the attacking monsters. This was supported by the presence of the skeletal horse.

"You... you were the one helping us? From behind? By summoning the rats? Praise be to Jesus for your help. And God's hooks! That is a frightening beast, your ride, that is.

"My name is Boris Underhill, and I am quite pleased to meet you. I have not the healing arts to assist my friend Ondrea with her wounds. And yes, I do wonder at the fate of the stranger we met, a young woman. She seemed both innocent and yet sinister."

Davids' eyes lid up as candles in the dark "Mysterious .. sinister, my kind of woman. Tell me all about this woman that apparently ran off into the dark chased supposedly by these creatures."

David got up leaveing the care into the hands of Frederick. Smiling in a spooky way "It is a rather magnificent one is it not, seeing how long it had been semi-submerged in the swamp. Thank Esra to provide me with one that hasn't fallen completely apart. That would be an awefull ride. And then the smell.

Occasionally David would look upon the face of Boris to see if more details were required.

"But, Mr Underhill .. how did you meet this man ?" David took it upon himself to look into the direction of Frederick

In reply to David Von Ersch (msg # 293):

Stoney comes stumbling back into the camp light.  Shaking his head, trying to come out of a fog per se.
Seeing Andrea on the ground, he rushes to her side, completely ignoring the new "friend".
"How long has she been out?"
His head now on her chest.
"Good she is still breathing."
Looking over her wounds, and then placing his hands on her neck.  Not in a cruel, way like Mr. David might enjoy, id assume, but in a peaceful, caring manner.
Some whispers under his breathe can be heard, "Gods hear my plea, and bless this creature Andrea with healing from thee."
"I I don't know if the Gods have imparted their healing on her."
Now hands together in his lap,  rocking back and forth at Ondrea's side Stoney starts praying.
_{"I know I havent been a worthy disciple, but please help Andrea, she deserves it.  I will try to study more, and learn more and spread your words, all of you Gods!  Jus help her!"}


If it worked..3hp healed
07:35, Today: Stoney Applesmith rolled 3 using 1d8.  CLW.
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