It starts with a BANG!

[Merc]

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+3 : 8 + 3, total 11[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

He's alive - barely. Just barely. Without a small miracle or powerful treatment, he's not long for this world.

[Merc]

Gwynn immediately casts Heal on the man!

OOC: Should heal him for 140 HP as an aside

[Iron Dragoon]

Ariyis subtly moves forward as the spell is chanted and slides the sword away from the man. Wouldn't want him to wake up in a panic and start swinging it...

[Anastasia]

The man groans and stirs, wounds repairing. He's blonde haired, perhaps 30 and reasonably muscular. Well kept, well built. He sits up, "What...what the hell happened," he asks, rubbing his forehead.

[Merc]

"You'll have to tell us that yourself, I'm afraid," Gwynn responds, giving a thoughtful look towards Ariyis and giving her a nod of thanks for the foresight.

"The three of us found ourselves lost here, summoned by some slaad, or so one of my companions supposes based on past experiences. It was a painful summon for us as well, both involving injuries and loss of items. You may have simply fared worse than us with the injuries on the landing."

[Anastasia]

"I remember...I was preparing to enter a portal to a maze, one of the slaad's mazes," The man says, "But something shook as I did. Then I woke up here. Name's Danaes, but call me Bull."

[Merc]

"You -wanted- to come to one of these places?" Gwynn asks with a raised eyebrow. "Alone at that?"

[Anastasia]

Rubbing the back of his neck as he looks over his torn clothing, "The slaad healed my wife," he answers, "In exchange I agreed to run these dungeons of his. My word is my bond, so here I am."

[Merc]

Gwynn nods to that. "A fair reason, indeed. I can't recall agreeing to such deals myself, just awakening in pain...well, here. From the sounds of things, something may have gone wrong in our summons though."

She starts to frown and looks back towards the door they came. "That moan you heard earlier, Miss Journey....I'd honestly just assumed some undead from your mention of them with this being a dungeon, but given Mister Bull here...can you clarify the kind of moaning you heard? Could it have been someone injured?"

[Iron Dragoon]

Ariyis watches him closely, trying to determine if he's telling the truth or not.

[Iron Dragoon]

Ariyis spares a glance at Gwynn.

"Don't know. Just barely heard it."

[Merc]

"...Blast it, I'd hoped you'd confirm it was the mournful cries of some zombie or ghoul, or something we could safely ignore for the time being. I can't in good conscience leave someone else to die if it's that...well that, and quite frankly, if things have gone pear shaped for this slaad and by extension us, having more of us can only be a good thing."

Turning towards Bull, she asks, "I don't suppose you have any way of flying, do you?" repeating the question from earlier that was sent to the others.

[Anastasia]

Make a Sense Motive check, Idward.

[Iron Dragoon]

> roll 1d20+17 Sense Motive
<Serith> Iddy roll for Serith < 35 > [d20=18]