Jack's body fights against the clutches of death, but the dragonborn paladin isn't out of the woods yet, and the odds are stacked against him surviving without the help of one or more of his companions. Unfortunately for him, his companions are having to deal with their own distractions at the moment. Distractions that could end up proving fatal for the brave warrior.
John licks his lips as he eyes the white pitcher through the fire. Forgetting about Jack, John runs through the fire almost laughing at the pain. He overlooks the first pitcher, setting his eyes on the one right in front of the kobold miner. The kobold miner tries to smash the rock in his hand into John. John easily ducks under the attack when he bends over to pick up the pitcher. He chugs it down and drops the pitcher back at his feet, landing in the brittle dry grass. It shimmers a yellow color briefly. The wine is mixed with the blood of some strange demon or devil. It is foul but intoxicating. He can feel the wine
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burn as it goes down his throat, and his eyes glance down to the two dead kobolds. He suddenly knows what they went through.
Then his body suddenly begins to
you recovered 15 HP, healing to full, but you lost 2 healing surges for it.
heal. Feeling much better, John draws power from the earth and cuts down the kobold miner who dared to try and strike him. John feels the death of the kobold miner, energy swirls around his blade as he stares towards the wizard hiding behind the large rock mounds.The compulsion to drink from the pitcher is gone.
'I'm loosing him,' Vicky thinks to herself. Just as she is about to tend to his wounds, she feels an overwhelming desire to drink from the pitchers. Thoughts of her ally dying is pushed so far back into her mind, she don't even seem to remember it.
She eagerly moves towards the pitcher, ignoring anything in her path. As she comes closer to the fire, the heat searing her feathers cause her body to complain as loud as it can. She tries as best she can to shut it out and ignore it, unsuccessfully. Feeling annoyed, she moves just as far as she can away from the fire before grabbing a pitcher greedily. She drinks every single drop, letting the liquid satisfy her undeniable thirst. The liquid that Vicky drinks is a strange mix of blood from the Demon/Devil Blood Wars. She smacks her lips a bit as she savors the drink. A feeling of light-headedness overcomes her, and she collapses in a heap to the ground. She drops the things she was carrying along with the pitcher. The pitcher then rights itself and shimmers orange in color before refilling.
ZhuGuan glances at the healing potion in his hand and then at the pitchers. He was sure he had wanted to drink this a second ago, but those new drinks looked so much better. The strangeness of the situation didn't even bother him. Enough strangeness had happened that this seemed quite normal. Pitchers out of thin air, sure, why not?
This drink must be something else! He thought to himself as he watched everyone put aside the conflict to enjoy a drink.
Three of the jugs sat before him. Looking over the pitchers Guan can see nothing visually different about any of them. Even the smell seems no different from one to the next. He can tell that whatever is in the pitchers is red wine with something much thicker mixed in - blood of course! He gives each one a moments attention before choosing one that seems more aromatic than the rest. Grabbing the neck of the pitcher directly in front of him, he pours it into his thirsting mouth. The strange red liquid ran down his chin and clothing as it spilled from the pitcher. The taste of the strange liquid is wonderful, but the wine is scalding hot as he guzzles it. He throws the emptied pitcher down and watches it shatter on the ground as a strange feeling washes over him.
The half-elf finds all his wounds vanish from his body as if he had never been hurt at all. Guan can feel his body heating up as the blood of a higher demon begins to boil his blood inside his body. even though the
5 Ongoing Fire damage, save ends but the save is at a -2 penalty.
heat doesn't seem to bother him, perhaps because of his armor. ZhuGuan drops the healing potion and staggers several steps backwards as the potent potable permeates his veins.
He takes a deep breath and shouts "Raaahh....!" as the demon blood invigorates him. "Now, that's what I'm talking about!" A more violent emotion takes him over and a wicked grin crosses his face. "Business time," he grips his glaive firmly with both hands and charges the Krenshar. Despite his rage he misses his intended target. Moments later the pitcher repairs itself and refills once more after shimmering green.
Allyria moves through the fire and grabs the nearest pitcher, not really caring which. All she knows is she wants to drink it, even though she's still too dazed to think. This is the most important thing on her mind right now. She steps around her fallen companions until she arrives at a pitcher. Unfortunately, still being dazed, she is unable to drink the all-important liquid right now... but soon...
"No!" shouts Jared. "Mine!" Jared gets to his feet and looks at the pitcher at Allyria's feet. "I'm drinking that one!" The fire bothers Jared, but not enough to deter him. Jared grabs the pitcher at Allyria's feet, and begins to chug it down. Like Guan he immediately begins to
"Ummm... I mean, you can have some too Allyria..." says Jared shaking off the compulsion. He offers the pitcher to her as it refills.
The Krenshar knocks the pitcher over in front of the slink and begins to lap up the blood wine. It has similar results to Guan and Jared. It's body both fully heals and then heats up. The pitcher resets itself. "
Draconic:Dirty beast! That is mine!
Plippui cost! Deiast ast disqa!" shouts out the slink. The slink grabs the pitcher away from the satiated companion creature. He begins pouring the liquid down his throat and some spills down the front of his hide armor. He swallows it down before realizing that he is drinking poison. To confuse matters the poison, after hurting the kobold, then heals him completely.
Streamers of bright color streaks out and saturates the area. It illuminates the rock mound in such a way as to reveal quite a few murder holes built into the rock fortress that allows the people behind it to see out with very little obstruction. The blast of colors washes over all the heroes except for Jack who is still hurt out in the hallway. It falls short of hitting the krenshar or slink. The bright light is
Her friend's dying moans, the intense heat burning and scarring her unprotected skin, the monsters all around. None of it matters. Allyria can do nothing but reach for the pitcher that Jared grabbed. For reasons she can't even begin to comprehend, her own survival instinct is of no consequence next to her desire to drink the damnable liquid.