Exploring the Hase-Suna Complex (Manzanita judging) [Concluded]

The group continues back to the kitchen; whatever the source of the wailing may have been, it does not impede you, or present itself.

Kyle then cooks Kurg's flesh into a delicious meal. What is your procedure for the night?
 

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( I hate cable. I'm back! Finally! Tanks for NPCin' Payne for me, Orsal. ) Payne, having remained quiet for a very long time, finishes pick-pocketing the dead orcs and with the boys help gathers it up and moves to the kitchen. Looking the daggers over, once they've settled in a bit, she speaks up. ``So, uh, I'm thinking that I'll take the daggers.`` Her comment definitely being a statement not a question, why would any of the fighters want the daggers anyway?
 

"I only suffered some bruises. Those of you who need to recover should get their uninterrupted sleep. I will take the watches as needed." Kol announces to the group.

"I'd cast what magicks and healing you want before ye all rest though. Not that we dont get interrupted when we stay here...But we have been able to fortify it nicely in the past."
 

Lokin nods to Kol.

"I could use a bit of rest, to be honest. I'll take last watch, after I've gotten some shut-eye."

Lokin removes his tabard and mail, revealing the ripped and blood-spattered cloth backing. He takes this off as well, revealing his pale and thin torso. The jagged sword wound has been healed a great deal, but the gore from the attack remains. Pulling out his bedroll, Lokin lays himself down, pulling his sword and shield close.

"Goodnight," he mumbles as he drifts off to sleep.
 

Zurd is deep in thought at the loss of his friend in this place...

He has kept the skin, skull and the larger bones from Kurg's body in hope he'll be able to have some items made from them.

He has never felt soo drained either, casting magic has made him feel more tired than ever before. He sits holding the masterwork greatsword in his hands....perhaps he will try it tomorrow if ever he needs it.

The color spray spell has dropped the majority of the groups foes...magic power while draining is powerful indeed he thinks as he drifts off...

He dreams of the time he and the pups first met....
 

Kyle invokes Geoth's blessing one more time on Lokin's behalf. With that divine assistance, and a good night's rest, the fighter is fit as a fiddle by the time you are all ready to get back into action.

You spend a long night so that everyone can be fully rested (for healing and arcane spell recovery) while still covering all watches. It is an uneventful night, however; while dirty and smelly, the place seems quieter than it ever has been you first arrived. What is your plan now?
 

Lokin wakes up in good spirits for his watch in the early morning. The only reminder he shows of yesterday's grisly work is the blood coagulating in the chain link of his mail and the sticky crimson stains he has yet to wash off his skin and clothing. He looks especially youthful with the sleep still in his eyes and his short brown hair sticking up at odd angles. By the time he has donned his mail, coif, and steel cap, he looks more himself. When he awakens the rest of the party, they find him ready to go.

"I suppose we continue our exploration. Find the rest of the tribe, if they're still here. I wonder if that was the wailing we heard last night."
 

As no one argued with Payne about pocketing the daggers, she did in fact do so. Curling up with herself.. figuring that no one would want her to take a watch, she sleeps peacefully through the night. And by peacefully we mean with one eye opened at all times. The crew had grown farther and farther apart as time had gone on, perhaps it would've been disheartening to a less calloused soul. Grunting as Lokin roused the troops, a gloved hand lifted to rub the sleep out of her eyes and she sits up. "Do you think we can all play nice long enough to finish the work that needs to be done here?" Pencil thinned brow lifted on her marred visage as she climbed to her feet, dusting off her leather clad rump. "I'm all for getting our rightful treasure, but what if there is no more? What if that was the end? I think its a coin's flip chance of whether or not we've all ready slayed the beast of the compound. But!" Shrugging delicate shoulders, the motion complete with satisfying crackles and pops. "I've nothing better to do; hell, besides, I'm going to need an escort just getting back to town safely." A smirk tip-toes upon her lips; always looking out for herself in the end.
 

Kol awoke with a lion-like roar of a yawn. Bleary eyed he ate whatever Kyle offered him without much comment. While the spellcasters were praying and meditating after Break Fast for their daily magicks, Kol kept his eyes closed, perhaps to get more shuteye?

OOC: Take 20 concentration check to Psionically Focus Kol
 

Zurd wakes up with a start...

We need to get back to what is left of the coinage in the zombie room. We dunno where the chief went after he left us, hope he didn't go there.

You know we could also send someone back to that town to get a mule or two and some tack so we could cart all this crap out. Likely, there is equipment down here we could sell in addition to the quality weapons and armor we have gathered from the chief and his henchmen.

Once we find the rest of the orcs and kill them all, we can just systematically search the place stone by stone. We'll need to in the long run if we intend to move in....
 

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