[ic] nameless I: prologue

Too concerned about whether to run or merely step back, Archer barely pays attention to the question.

"Eroy..." He starts, but quickly catches himself, "...um, Archer Errant, some call me...my brother called me Pathfinder."

Archer backs away just a few steps, futily examining the Ogre for any weak spots.


ooc: just to alay anyone's possible fear, I'm not in a million years going to attack the ogre...just playing how I feel he would react to a typically evil critter
 

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sadolath, oscar, hewik and bear around the knight. cromwell nearby​

Cromwell watches. Nothing comes out of the forest. He notices its slow return to normality.

Between them, those beside the knight get his armour off. Nate notices that as well as being very well worked, it has an almost silky feel despite the crud and grim. Sadolath sets about binding the wounds. The one in his side is the worst, and it taxes his skills to the limit. But with the knight now stable, Sadolath knows that he can take his time to get it right {take 10; Heal 16 vs Dc15}. The knight is conscious, but says little as you work, as if waiting and saving his strength until you finish.

Oscar, having time to look around, realises that all of the original group are still here, except Mareta. Did she leave before the fight? Was she caught up in it? Oscar struggles to recall clearly.

Hewik offers the bear some dried meat. Or perhaps he doesn't :p

ogre and archer by the fallen goblin​

"Well met Archer Pathfinder. Would you check the other goblinkin and see if any can be saved?"

The ogre finishes with the goblin and, with a cautionary look at Archer if he is still hovering nearby, moves off to the other fallen goblin in the clearing. It takes only a moment to determin that for this one, it is too late. The ogre then, without standing, turns to Lisa and she limps forwards. You watch in horrid fascination as the ogre pulls a knife and cuts away the fabric around the wound then uses it to bind the bloody gash in her leg. The ogre moves on leaving a slightly dazed Lisa standing, one leg bare, beside the dead goblin.

It takes the ogre another five minutes to check each of the goblins. Less if Archer or the others help. Nate's empty stomach knots as the giant creature stands over the mangled bodies where he had stood not so long ago. In the end, the ogre finds just two still living, although one will not likely see the new day. He carries the second back to the center of the clearing, laying it down beside the first one he tended.

He stands and turns to Cromwell.

So who are you? What do they call you?
 

Cromwell stands to a sort of attention, legs together, back straight, hands clasped behind back. "My name is Cromwell. It has been given to me by My Lord to serve as a member of the malitia of yonder town." There is a note of pride in his voice, and the holy symbol he wears around his neck leaves little doubt as to who he so piously refers to.

"And what do they call you, sir? Where and what your dwelling?"
 
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The ogre looks at Cromwell blankly for a momnet, then lightly slaps its forehead.

Yes. Yes. I got distracted, didn't I. I am Mugihja, and this forest is my home.

"Well met Cromwell of the spirit of Cuthbert."


The name Cuthbert he says with a slight trace of hesitation, as not really sure that he has the right one.

"And please, no Sirs or My Lords. I am just an ogruin, and wish for nothing more."
 

Sadoloth finishes all he can do with the fallen knight and stands, careful not to slip on the blood that has pooled on the ground, his and the knights.

"Well met, Mugihja. I am called Sadoloth and I am most grateful for you timely intervention. My meager healing skills would not have saved the lives that we have together, today."
 

Oscar looks up from the knight long enough to bow respectfuly to the Ogre. "I am Oscar De Reign. Your aid is most welcome. How many have survived? Why did they attack the knight?"
 


"You looks like hungry, bear friend." Hewik start to search in his pocket. "It is my last, he is small, but I hope you'll like it." he say when he take out another piece of dried meet.
 

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