The Den of Terror

"Help me carry this." I tell Wat, preparing to lift it up on one end.

Wat grabs the other end and helps Sher to gently lift up the stretcher, on the count of three naturally.

Roll strength both of you.

Strength

Sir Orgadude of Awesomton carried out 1 launched of one d20 :

16

+4

That's a plus five to strength, my bad.

Suzy glares at Wat, but seeing as how he looks to be trying to help, she warily allows him to help carry her. She keeps a close eye on him, however, and keeps her scythe out, just in case.

Leilanad jumps n to catch Shers end in case he drops it.

Zak struggles with his end a little, and Orga overpowers it, almost tipping her off the end. Both of you roll Concentration or Balance to try and get it stable. Your choice as to which.

Leilanad jumps in to help.

Thunderscreamer carried out 1 launched of one d20 :

19

+4

That's balance btw.

Zak carried out 1 launched of one d20 :

18

balance +4

Balance

Sir Orgadude of Awesomton carried out 1 launched of one d20 :

12

+1

That is more than enough to balance it. ^_^
You manage to get her balanced with ease. Everyone forms an orderly group, and heads out.
The party slowly progresses back to town. Everyone give me a luck roll. 1d20, if you please.

Errwick Luck:

Trollface carried out 1 launched of one d20 :

4

Luck:

Hiro carried out 1 launched of one d20 :

17

Luck

Sir Orgadude of Awesomton carried out 1 launched of one d20 :

6

Luck

Jeebus carried out 1 launched of one d20 :

11

I'll also use pres to clean everyone up a bit, make it look a little less like Wat fuckin' stabbed her. I also suggest that Wat stay outside of town for now because of his previous troubles with the damn barmaid.

Hrm, I am feeling generous, and you guys weren't that unlucky. Despite a few close shaves, you manage to get back to town without further encounters. You're not sure what time it is when you get back, but it's definitely still dark, and probably isn't past three or four in the morning. There aren't any obvious signs of people being awake, other than the light from the guard house in the distance, and the occasional patrolling guard.

Since I know the place pretty well I lead the party to whatever the local medics is and start banging on the door "We have an injured woman who needs medical attention!!"

You bang on the door for a few minutes before an elderly woman opens it. She seems bleary eyed and is still in her night gown. She squints at you for a moment, then pulls some thin gold rimmed glasses out and puts them on. Jeebus, you recognise her as the town healer.
" 'Ello there deary. An' wort 'ave you wokin me a' this 'aar for thin?"

"I do so apologise madam [INSERT NAME I KNOW HERE]" I bow "We found an injured dryad in the woods and felt it our civic duty to ensure her life be spared. Might we leave her in your care?"

The experienced healer, named Madame Powerful Enchantress Esmerelda takes a single look at the wound, and smiles.
"Bring her in, she can rest and have minor care, food and such, for free. But the healing will cost five hundred Golden Pieces of Gold."
She looks expectantly at you, assuming you are going to pay it.

I check my personal funds.