First Aid

Continued from Outdoor Wolf Fight.

The DM: What sort of tent does the party have?

The DM: Lexent, yes, it is brutal. Serious injury must result from the sort of excessive lifestyles you choose to lead; the chances of these outcomes are low, but they ought to happen occasionally and if they’re easy to dig out of, what would be the point? Sorry, I know you know this, but as a DM I feel the need to reach out on these things.

Lexent: Of course. Merely a statement of fact, not a complaint at all. Thank you for reaching out though.

Lexent: Assuming I have received the staff back, I use it to heal myself for 4+4+3=11.

The DM: 29 to go.

Lexent: I also request that my associates retrieve my spike if it is still servicable.

The DM: The spike is fine. It has to be inserted by a weaponsmith to get the right balance and transform a club into a godentag. Lucky for you, making weapons is related to Marcule’s sage ability of Steam & Gasgear. He could do it with any of the clubs the players have available; all he needs is a hammer.

Lexent: five 8-foot linen and one 30-foot pavilion linen as near as I can tell.

Pandred: I'll take the bits and bobs of your Godentag's ruin. There's some good news here guys. The spears from our last fight are still there. An intelligent enemy probably would have taken them. These undead wolves then might not be a recent summon, assuming their creator is a goblinoid.

The DM: Glad you noticed, Pandred.

The DM: It does occur to you that there were two non-animated dire wolf skeletons in the kennel when you last saw it.

The DM: As long as you can get the tents up, they’re sufficient for Lexent to heal in.

Pandred: Well, the tents are bound to be with the cart, unless Vafrandir or Marcule have them on their person. So I hoist up our injured comrade and start that way. Unless someone interjects.

The DM: Rolling 3d6. A dex check will be needed for any 1 I roll.

I need a single dex-check from Pandred.

Pandred: 3!

Lexent: <Muffled Scream>

The DM: You’re fine. It’s about 2 a.m. The second image I linked in the last post shows the sun below the horizon to the north. It’s difficult, but with the help of Marcule and Vafrandir, who have infravision, and the infravision goggles that Marcule made for you ages ago, Pandred, the three of you can get the tent up while Lexent struggles to remain still. You don’t need to put up the pavilion tent, which will take way too long in these conditions; the 8-foot tent will do.

Pandred: Then we put up the 8 footer. I'll apply the salve for 1 more point on Lex.

Vafrandir: Apologies, all. I was pulled away to a meeting unexpectedly. The tents are in the cart, yes.

The DM: I made rules for my poster; the “camp tent”, which is the new name for your 8-footer, takes 1 hr to put up and ½ hr. to take down and pack, for 1 person. In these conditions, it will take 1 hr for two people, three being too many; someone should cook. It’s 3 am when you’re done, and I’ll need to make malady checks. Nautical twilight returns at 3:07, according to Marcule’s accurate timepiece, also of his own make.

Lexent: "Thank you Pandred. Sorry to be such a burden."

Lexent: I assume that I am exempt from that malady check?

Pandred: Timepiece, ha! Some of us know what time it outdoors anyway.