Turn Eighty OneBundle up the wager, hold it up into the air so that Foxglove can swoop down and claim it... hell, throw in an extra bandage for the poor old Foxglove... then bandage up own bleeding fingers.
Action: Swoop down and claim my rewards. Bandage my poor fingers.
"...let us never speak of this again," groans Medha, as she stuffs a live eel into a makeshift grenade and throws it up for Lady Foxglove to swoop down upon like some kind of sharply dressed squid-borne eagle swooping on a lonely lamb.
"And here, I won't begrudge you one of my bandages either," she adds,
"Although I should, cos I'm running low..." After watching her vanquisher flail about in the air covering her hands and arms in the offered bandage –
...managing, but not very stylishly, to cover her hideous nail injuries – Medha fixes herself up,
...with considerably more expertise, and gets ready to face the worst part.
Bukkar's soup.
Item Acquired: Lady Foxglove:
Curse Grenade of the Slimy EelMix Bukkar stew from dragon bits and various randomly gathered ingredients. Do this in secret.
Bukkar had mixed up his concoction in a passing saucepan whilst Medha put her curse grenade together, which is possibly a blessing.
She hasn't seen what's in it.
She hasn't seen the left over bits of dragon gut, or the squished piece of kobold, or the gravel, or the charcoaled carnivorous plants, or the lumps of toe cheese he managed to specially prepare at the last minute, or – wait – is that a barrel-aged lump of Bukkar's own vomit from several days ago? Yes, yes it is.
It is, Bukkar would proudly say,
...a rather fine soup.
If you like that kind of thing.
Having already let down the good name of curse crafters in the field of manicury, Medha's not about to do the same in the field of drinking repulsive soup – an ancient and noble art.
She chugs it down in one, and outdoes herself by resisting the incredibly strong urge to produce a symphony of retching.
Her face can't entirely hide her distress, however.
She looks up, and can't help feeling particularly pleased to see Bukkar.
"What a... what a lovely soup, Bukkar. Thank you."Drift off into deep REM sleep, messenger-style. Unfurl bedroll beneath me.
Nearby, Gervedder the messenger is tired. He rolls his bedroll out on Medha's safety-rock, and promptly drops off to sleep.
Grab Whiz, get under the hole, and fire off Airfist!
Cooperate with Tackov limply.
Just then, out of a nearby hole, a non-naked wizard holding desperately onto a very-much-naked wizard flies several score feet into the sky, immediately preceded by an enormous and gratuitous bang and immediately followed by a rather shrill cry of panic.
”Helllllllllp!””Crap.”They hang there for what seems to be a second, almost as if working out what to do next now that they're suspended a rather painful distance above a mostly burning mountainside, almost as if also hoping that they don't fall directly back down, thereby ending up exactly where they came from, just with extra bruising.
...There's a sudden and fortuitous gust of wind, and they move slightly off course as they fall back down.
...Nearby, Gervedder the messenger is really rather rudely awakened.
From back down the hole, there's a definite sound of a door being broken in, and a cacophony of high-pitched yippering, or possibly yappering.
Gervedder rubs his eyes and shakes the two wizards off him.
”Hmm. We were looking for kobolds, weren't we?”Please ask question if necessary.
Name: Tackov Cedtry
Class: Level 3 Gusty Wind Mage
Status: +1 missile defence. -1 to melee. Naked!
Health: [HP: 45/60] |
Severed Guts!Abilities: Magical Typhoon I,
Wind Blast I,
Wind Blast II,
Wind Step I,
Squishy,
Sissy Slap FightInventory: Minor Mana Potion x1,
Scroll of Beginner’s Fireball x1, one memorised use of:
Gee, Mr. Whiz, You Sure Are Fast! Mouldy Wizard Hat, bits of guts (own), You Bastard the Mangy Donkey,
Cloak of Camouflage, 112 Green Farthings, 17 Yuros, Several heavy rocks, Some ribs, saucepan.
Name: Whiz
Class: Level 3 Whiznificent Whiz Wiz(ard)
Status: +1 to lower leg defence. -1 to social interaction. +1 to balancing.
Health: [HP: 65/85] |
Giant Rat’s Tail!Abilities: Red Carpet,
Shield I,
Gee, Mr. Whiz, You Sure Are Fast! Gee, Mr. Whiz, You Sure Are Fast II,
Obviously a Powerful Wizard,
It’ll Make You Blind!Inventory: Crossbow, Unlimited Quiver,
Raider’s Dress of Shin Protection, 37 Yuros, Fancy Clothes,
Middling Mana Potion x1, Cutlass, Three daggers,
Minor Health Potion x2, +1 Bolt of Accuracy x4, +1 Bolt of Burning x3, +1 Bolt of Paralysis x2,
Carrying Serf x0 (not currently mounted).
Name: Medha Correo
Class: Level 3 Alchemist Curse Crafter
Status: +1 to gut defence. +1 to chest defence.
Health: [HP: 41/85] |
Draconic Ribcage!Skull Spider Health: [HP: 25/25]Abilities: Craft Curse Grenade,
Opportunistic Attack I,
Curse Crafter,
Curse of the Fool,
Wandering Asshole,
Curse of the Curse CrafterInventory: Dagger, Half a dress, 71 bandages,
Neckless of the Ribless, Dagger, Lock picking kit,
Iron Cuirass, 211 Yuros, Crossbow,
Brittle Jagged Groinbone Dagger of Good, 4 vials of human blood, 6 vials of kobold blood,
Grenade of the Fool x0, Serpent's Benediction plant x1, Faery-weed x1, A Shiny Stone, Bottle of Dragon Blood, a six foot plank of wood, a rune dagger,
Curse of Being Stepped Upon!.
Name: Gervedder Vietzo
Class: Level 3 Damaged Opportunistic Messenger
Status: +1 to gut and chest defence. +1 defence if moves.
Health: [HP: 35/85]Abilities: Just a Brainflesh Wound,
Nimble Feet,
This Messenger Delivers,
Make Way for the Messenger! Important,
Stop For DirectionsInventory: Crossbow, Unlimited Quiver, 2 bandages, 2 Yuros,
Iron Cuirass, Crossbow, Gerald the Mule, Two weeks rations and a bedroll,
Apprentice Herbalist's Manual,
Herbalist's Containers x5, Large Cork x1.
Name: Lady Foxglove Vainglorious the III
Class: Level 3 Glamorous Ravenhaired Crusader
Status: Extra-presentable! +1 to head, chest and groinbone defence.
Health: [HP: 85/85]Abilities: Ravena’s Ear,
Silent as a Raven’s Wing,
Opportunistic,
Honeyed Tongue,
Vain,
Self-RelianceInventory: Minor Health Potion x2, Crossbow, Unlimited Quiver,
Masterwork Helm,
Flying Warsquid,
Lance, Sword,
Mercenary Squidrider Uniform,
Masterwork Poledancing Pole,
chainmail lingerie, 34 Yuros, 10 bandages, Decent provisions (day) x5, Live eel x699, Red dragon-scale vest,
Curse Grenade of the Slimy Eel.
Name: Bukkar Crangrom
Class: Level 3 Sprayin' Ragin' Mage
Status:Health: [HP: 25/85] |
The Vomiting!Abilities: Rage Flight,
Rage Lazors I,
Ass of the Flaming Foot I,
Lightning Fist I,
Always Looking For a Fight,
Always HungoverInventory: Sword of Severing! Crossbow, 400 Green Farthings,
Large Sealed Bling Barrel, Large Cork x1, Dragon Body Parts Covered in Bodily Fluids (quantity-small), pick.
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