Domhani Bairdéir 01

Béar

"I agree that the undead were, probably, more an influence of that creature than anything else, but we don't know for certain. And the shadow creature could appear at any time. 'No chance is the best chance' ".

Béar begins to take bodies downwind to be burned.
 

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Deasaigh

Deasaigh unlimbers his bowstaff, considers the string for a moment, then grasps it with both hands in the middle. Muttering something under his breath, he gives the staff a peculiar twist. The six and a half foot bowstaff shimmers and disappears, leaving the archer holding two sticks, each a hair over three feet long and not quite an inch in diameter.

"I'll start scouting out a campsite a little further away from this refuse - maybe up on the next ledge. Anyone care to come along? Misery loves company."
 

Cerallos

"I'll join you Master Deasaigh, surely we can find a better spot than this."
Cerallos gives his staff a twirl and begins using it as a sort of walking stick.
 

Gavril

"I'll keep watch here. Diddious, lend a hand with those bodies." Gavril gets down and waters his horse from the stream while keeping a close eye out. He also looks to see if their might be fish in the stream.
 

At the Mining Camp

Diddious gives out a slight groan as he dismounts and moves to help Béar with the bodies. He sighs loudly as he bends to grasp a foot, and grunts often as he laborously begins to drag the body by lurching inches across the ground to the growing pile. Béar has made three trips with a body under each arm by the time Diddious has moved his man three feet, but the old body servant indignantly fends off any attempts to help him.
 


Gavril

The swordsman sighs at his manservant's progress. "By the gods..." He leads his horse over to the bodys. "I have a better idea Diddious." He hands the man the end of a lenght of rope. Tossing the rope around the saddle horn he says, "rather than drag the fellow yourself, tie him off and we'll let the horse do the work." He passes over the other end, "find another of similar size for this end and then lead the horse."
 


At the Mining Camp

Cerallos and Deasaigh eventually return with reports of a suitable site on the second tier of the mining site. They pitch in to help move and burn the bodies, and Athelstan suggests the group move up to the campsite as soon as the fire has burned down enough to be safely doused. Full dark is coming on quickly, the night insects are putting on quite a concert (with fireflies providing an enchanting light show as well), and the only downer on the quality of the evening is the occasional taste of burning, decayed flesh that wafts across the campsite in the infrequent shifts of the wind.

OOC: Time to set watches, cook supper, and settle in for the night.
 

Cerallos

"Master Gavril, would you still like to share first watch?"
After a response,
"I am hungry, but that occassional smell can momentarily wipe out an appetite!"
 

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