(Casual D&D II) The Fellowship of the White Dove

[dpdx]

"Indeed," Hiritus says, kicking through the loads of equipment. "Pelor was with us today." He sits and examines his wounds, which are numerous.

Fendric sidles up to Hiritus, smiling up at him knowingly. "Thank you for being with us, Hiritus. I don't know what we would have done without you, praise Pelor.

It looks like the wounds from the dire bear may have reopened; curious. I shall have to rebind them."

[A Heal check (15) on Hiritus if this wasn't just a bookkeeping error; but I can't find anywhere in the previous combat where it says Hiritus was even hit, so I'm guessing we just forgot Shavah and Hiritus healed each other after the bear attack.

If it was, however...

Fendric next moves up to Niccolo. "I am nearly out of healing. If you have any left, I suggest you use it on yourself until I can receive more from my God. I will cure Nurthk with the scroll."

[4 Cure Minors on Niccolo, healing four points - swapping all orisons except Read Magic.]

Fendric clutches at his neck as the identical periapt he's wearing is revealed. "Pelor Singe Me Bald! Raven! Come here, you need to look at this. Seems our friends the Ravast and his men are associating in the same circles as the brigands whose victims you helped to bury."

Fendric totters off, deep in thought. Finally, as if to decide that the surest course of action is also the most obvious, he takes the Scroll of Cure Moderate and applies it to Nurthk.

[Read Magic on Cure Moderate Scroll; 17 points healing to Nurthk.]

 

[Guilt Puppy]

[A Heal check (15) on Hiritus if this wasn't just a bookkeeping error; but I can't find anywhere in the previous combat where it says Hiritus was even hit, so I'm guessing we just forgot Shavah and Hiritus healed each other after the bear attack.

(A bit of a bookkeeping error -- "numerous" wasn't the right word, as Hiritus was indeed only hit once in this combat, taking a javelin to the hip during that initial volley. I'd just been thinking of both he and Shavah as "severely wounded", as they were, compared to the kind of damage the orcs could dish out.)

"Looks like they really didn't want us going this way. Blast them then, they must've thrown the best they had at us. It'll take more than they're capable of to stop us," Nurthk spits to the side."[/color]

"Maybe," Shavah answers, "but there's a full day ahead of us. We'll need healing." She walks off Northward, stretching her back and breathing hard. "Let me go pray for that... and for the will to continue on."

Meanwhile, Hiritus helps with the collection of loot.

"So how much of this are we going to carry? And what's worth its weight?"

 

[DrZombie]

Fendric clutches at his neck as the identical periapt he's wearing is revealed. "Pelor Singe Me Bald! Raven! Come here, you need to look at this. Seems our friends the Ravast and his men are associating in the same circles as the brigands whose victims you helped to bury."

Raven wanders over, looking at the periapt. "Mmh, possible. Or he killed one of the Ravast' men and wears it as a trophy. Or he traded for it a few years ago. Or he inherited it from his father... Might as well suspect his armourer or his weaponsmith for conspiring against us.... Still, it is a possibility."

He wanders over to Nurthk, looking at his general condition. With a grin on his blood-spattered face he sais:"I almost thought I'd have to find some rats to chew on your entrails instead of his. Very brave, my friend, you have some big cojones." For a moment he looks as if he wants to say something more, but he hesitates. "Now is not the time. Enjoy your victory. We'll talk about this over a few beers in town."

 

[Sparky]

Oliver, clearing a clump of undergrowth and cursing as his cloak snags on a bramble, catches a glimpse of Nurthk's fatal blow to the plated orc. He gasps quietly and swallows. Refocusing on his work he continues the trek around the entanglement searching for more orcs or signs of their flight or passage. He will make his way slowly around the twising brush and vines, clockwise, until he again reaches the others.

Hide: 13+9 = 22
Move Silently: 9+9 = 18
Search: 4+11 = 15
Spot: 15+10 = 25
Listen: 7+10 = 17

OOC: Use whatever you need, GP.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"I almost thought I'd have to find some rats to chew on your entrails instead of his. Very brave, my friend, you have some big cojones." For a moment he looks as if he wants to say something more, but he hesitates. "Now is not the time. Enjoy your victory. We'll talk about this over a few beers in town."

Nurthk smiles broadly at Raven.

"A fine proposal indeed. Nothing like a stout drink to take the sting out of an injury... Well that or actual medical treatment or divine magics," he replies with a chuckle.

 

[Tonguez]

Orbril sits back exhausted and still a little awestruck by it all...

 

[DrZombie]

Raven looks around at his bloodsplattered companions, all still a little shellshocked.
"Right. Lets get organised, friends, 'cause staying here is a good way to see paradise."
"My guess is that the plate and the good weapons are worth carrying with us. If you guys don't mind I'll keep this, looks like a good sword, and I'll put it to a better use then the previous owners." he says as he indicates the greatsword.

"Nurthk, I think we'll have the ugly job of liberating the orc from his armor. If someone could try to gather firewood, then we can send their souls to the skies. No sense leaving 'em for the scavengers. Speaking of scavengers, we'd better find a place to wash or we'll attract vermin like there's no tomorrow, and we've had trouble before."

Raven starts unbuckling the armor, a look of distaste on his face. "Looks to much like looting the dead to me, but there's no sense of leaving a good set of plate in the hands of these bandits."

Afterwards, he'll try to collect his arrows and arrowheads, discarding those that are beyond salvage, keeping the ones that can be repaired or reused. He also takes a good look at the corpses and their stuff, looking for sign of wich clan they were, and searching for clues wether or not they are of the same clan as the Ravast. Then he'll help drag the corpses of the bandits on a pile, dragging firewood and some larger branches to form a pyre. Taking a pint of lampoil, he'll sprinkle the wood, making sure it'll burn hard.

"Do you want to say anything to comfort their spirits on the way to the afterlife, or whatever it was they believed in?" he asks Fendric, or Nurthk if Fendric declines.

WHen all is packed and stowed, he'll light the pyre, or let someone else light it if they feel it more appropriate. Then Raven leads 'em to the nearest mountain stream, to get refreshed, clean all armor and clothes, and get changed.

[search : 8+6=14 (for the clanmarkings)]
[knowledge - geography : 8+8=16 (for the mountain stream)]

 

[DrZombie]

Afterwards, when they are refreshed and evryone is feeling human (or whatever) again, Raven walks over to Fendric.

"I guess I spoke some harsh words back in the cabin a few days ago. Looks like I misjudged you." he sais as he extends his hand.

 

[dpdx]

Fendric: HP 25/40, AC 16

Fendric retrieves the second periapt of wisdom, and offers it to Niccolo first, then Nurthk, then Shavah, then Hiritus.

Fendric cooperates with gathering firewood, and assents to the eulogizing of the fallen orcs.

"May their gods grant them refuge, good hunting, and the honor they lacked in life. Pelor teaches us that sometimes souls are liberated from the evil that they do on earth. We may only entreat our gods that this be so with them, though we fear it may not, ever do we hope that it is.

With this funeral pyre, we commend thee, band of brigands, to never walk the earth again, but bathe in the Lasting Light, and know of Perfect Good."

As the pyre blazes, the acrid stench of burnt orc going up with it, Fendric walks back over to the weapons. Finding none of them to be his style, he nonetheless makes sure that the masterwork weapons are all gathered, even offering to strap one of them to his own backpack, should he be needed to share the burden. Such goods would fetch them essential gold later on in Eivanrach, or if necessary, used to arm the forces of good.

"I guess I spoke some harsh words back in the cabin a few days ago. Looks like I misjudged you." he says as he extends his hand.

Fendric shakes Raven's hand, smiling at him. "Pelor also teaches us to forgive our friends, even as we destroy our enemies. I'm happy that you are the former, and appreciate your skill and counsel, equally, even if such counsel is sometimes caustic and bracing. I am not a flower, that I would wilt under foot...

So I was thinking: very much of the night's conversation went on in a language that I do not understand, and so if I am correct that these are men under the dominion of the Ravast, can you think of a reason he would not want us to go over the pass to Eivanrach? I'm presuming you converse equally well in Orcish as Elvish, Raven of Clan Cwdmyr..."

 

[Festy_Dog]

After helping Raven with the corpses, Nurthk stands silently by the pyre, the aroma of scorching flesh drifts past him, bringing back memories pushed into dark corners for so long. He reaches down to where Griscle would normally be sitting, but realising he isn't there clenches his fist and returns it to his side.

The old scar is slowly disappearing...

He proceeds to strap whatever weapons are left over to his backpack.

"I can carry a lot," he explains.